Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

These are Qiao Feng's true feelings.

In all his years of wandering the martial arts world, he had never seen anyone with such unfathomable martial arts skills.

Lin Xuan's strength has completely exceeded his comprehension.

"Chief Qiao is too kind. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms is the number one masculine palm technique in the world, and its reputation is well-deserved."

Lin Xuan politely returned the greeting.

Qiao Feng nodded and said nothing more.

He turned around, glanced at the Beggar Clan elders and disciples with their various expressions, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Then, he laughed loudly three times, his laughter filled with endless desolation and heroic spirit.

"The green hills remain unchanged, the clear waters flow on forever. Gentlemen, I, Qiao, am departing!"

Having said that, Qiao Feng no longer lingered and turned to stride out of the forest.

His proud and lonely figure was stretched long in the afterglow of the setting sun, eventually disappearing into the vast autumn colors.

Watching Qiao Feng's departing figure, Huang Rong felt a mix of emotions.

She originally didn't want Qiao Feng to leave the Beggars' Sect.

Qiao Feng was highly skilled in martial arts and a righteous man. Under his leadership, the Northern Beggars' Clan flourished.

Now that the Northern Beggars' Sect is leaderless, and the elders are all harboring their own agendas, it is bound to fall into internal strife.

The Beggars' Sect is the largest sect in the world, with disciples all over the country.

If the Beggars' Sect were to fall into chaos, it would be extremely detrimental to the entire martial arts landscape of the Song Dynasty, and even to the safety of the nation.

At this time, with the Mongol army eyeing the land covetously and foreign enemies invading, the martial arts world of the Central Plains should have united to resist the foreign aggression.

Unfortunately, it was too late for her to change anything.

Chapter 284: Taking Yingying to Plum Manor

After the battle at Xingzi Forest, Qiao Feng resigned as the leader of the Beggars' Sect and left, leaving the sect leaderless and plunging it into chaos and suspicion.

Huang Rong was deeply worried, lamenting the loss of a towering hero to the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty.

But Lin Xuan was happy to see Qiao Feng leave.

In fact, it could be said that this was exactly what he wanted.

Qiao Feng was a man of unparalleled martial arts skills and a man of great righteousness, who enjoyed unparalleled prestige within the Northern Beggars' Clan.

As long as he is alive, the Northern Beggars' Sect will be like an iron plate, impenetrable and impenetrable.

Although the Southern Beggars' Gang had Huang Rong, a leader with unparalleled wisdom and resourcefulness, it could not surpass the Northern Beggars' Gang in terms of prestige.

Now that Qiao Feng is gone, the elders of the Northern Beggars' Clan, each with their own ulterior motives, will inevitably fight each other for the position of clan leader, and it's only a matter of time before the entire clan falls apart.

This gave Huang Rong an excellent opportunity.

A golden opportunity to unify the north from the south and completely merge the entire Beggars' Sect!

The Beggars' Sect is known as the largest sect in the world, with hundreds of thousands of members spread throughout the north and south of China, encompassing all walks of life.

Its intelligence network is so dense and its information network so readily available that it is unparalleled in the world.

If they were to contend for the world in the future, the unified Beggars' Sect would become an extremely large and secretive intelligence force and hidden fighting power.

As long as he firmly grasps this power, he will have countless eyes and ears all over the world.

The day was clear and crisp with autumn air.

Lin Xuan took some time off and left the Yin residence alone, heading to Ren Yingying's secluded villa in Hangzhou.

Inside the villa, bamboo swayed in the breeze, and a stream murmured.

Ren Yingying had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

When she saw Lin Xuan's tall and straight figure step into the hall, a look of joy instantly bloomed in her clear eyes, which had originally carried a hint of worry.

"Young Master Lin, you've arrived."

Ren Yingying stepped forward and bowed slightly in greeting.

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale singing in a valley, yet it carried a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Ever since Lin Xuan forcibly stole her first kiss that day, her heart has never been at peace.

That domineering and passionate kiss, that aggressive masculine aura, and the all-pervasive allure of the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique haunted her mind like a nightmare every night.

She was both ashamed and indignant at Lin Xuan's frivolous behavior, yet unable to control the strange stirrings deep within her heart.

Seeing Lin Xuan arrive as promised today, she knew that her father's return to the world was almost certain.

"Yingying, were you getting impatient?"

Lin Xuan stepped forward and naturally offered her a helping hand, a signature gentle smile on his lips.

Upon hearing the affectionate "Yingying," Ren Yingying's delicate body stiffened slightly, and two blushes instantly rose on her fair cheeks.

From childhood to adulthood, apart from her father, Ren Woxing, no other man had ever dared to call her by her given name in such a gentle and intimate tone.

Those followers of the religion felt only awe and fear towards her, and respectfully called her "Holy Maiden";

Those who follow the righteous path avoid her like the plague, regarding her as a "demon witch".

The man before her, however, not only showed no fear of her identity, but repeatedly broke down her defenses and brazenly entered her world.

"Young Master Lin is too kind. Yingying was just getting ready."

Ren Yingying awkwardly avoided Lin Xuan's burning gaze, lowered her head slightly, and unconsciously twisted the silk handkerchief in her hands.

Lin Xuan looked at her shy and charming appearance, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

Today, Ren Yingying is dressed in a very simple and elegant manner.

She was dressed in a very light blue cloth dress.

Although the fabric was ordinary, when she wore it, it exuded a pure and refined beauty, as if she had washed away all artifice and was untouched by worldly dust.

Her long black hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and she wore no jewelry.

However, it was precisely this minimalist style that made her stunning beauty even more flawless.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and within that whiteness, there was a faint blush, like the color of peach blossoms seeping into the finest mutton fat jade, so delicate that one couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

Her eyebrows were extremely thin and long, slightly furrowed, giving her a pitiful and delicate appearance; and her eyes, with their long eyelashes, were clear as water yet deep as a pool.

Her nose was slightly upturned, small and delicate, and her lips were naturally red without any makeup. They were slightly pursed, exuding the reserve and shyness of a well-bred lady.

This simple attire did not conceal her beauty; instead, it made her look like a delicate orchid blooming in a secluded valley, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Yingying's outfit today is truly like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without any artifice. Absolutely gorgeous."

Lin Xuan spared no praise, his gaze lingering unabashedly on her slender and graceful figure.

Ren Yingying felt a sweet warmth in her heart from his praise, but she maintained her composure outwardly:

"You flatter me, sir. Let's... let's get down to business first."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, and looked up at Lin Xuan:

“Young master, I have found out that my father is being held in Plum Manor on Gushan Mountain outside Hangzhou. The owners of Plum Manor are four masters known in the martial arts world as the ‘Four Friends of Jiangnan.’ They are skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and their martial arts are also extremely impressive. Moreover, Plum Manor is heavily guarded and has many traps.”

At this point, Ren Yingying frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes: "I wonder how you plan to rescue my father, young master? Will you infiltrate secretly, or outsmart him?"

In her mind, since Plum Manor was so well-defended, a meticulous plan must be devised.

Perhaps we could take advantage of the Four Friends of Jiangnan's passion for music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, cater to their interests, gain their trust, and then seize the opportunity to find the dungeon where my father is imprisoned.

However, Lin Xuan's answer surprised her greatly.

"Outsmarting them? Infiltrating them secretly?"

Lin Xuan chuckled as if he had heard a funny joke, his tone revealing an arrogant disdain for the world.

"Why go through all that trouble to deal with them?"

Lin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "We can just charge in."

"Fight...fight their way in?!"

Ren Yingying stared wide-eyed at Lin Xuan, her face filled with disbelief.

She knew that Lin Xuan was a peerless martial artist, but Plum Manor was, after all, a secret prison personally set up by Dongfang Bubai. Not only were the Four Friends of Jiangnan in charge, but there were also countless elite members of the Divine Cult.

With just the two of them, they think they can just storm in? That's way too arrogant!

"Young master, this...this might not be appropriate."

Ren Yingying anxiously advised, "Although the Four Friends of Jiangnan have been away from the martial world for a long time, their martial arts skills are by no means ordinary. If we launch a direct attack and alert Dongfang Bubai, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Lin Xuan gave her a reassuring look.

He didn't have the time to be like Linghu Chong in the original novel "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," who took a few broken antique paintings and calligraphy and went to those four old men to compete in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and only managed to sneak into the dungeon after a lot of effort.

Faced with absolute power, all schemes and tricks are nothing but paper tigers.

Lin Xuan has always preferred to act in a simple and direct manner.

"Let's go, lead the way."

Lin Xuan said no more and took the lead in walking outside.

Ren Yingying looked at his tall and confident back. Although she was still a little uneasy, she also felt a strange sense of security.

It was as if as long as this man was there, there was nothing to fear even if the sky were to fall.

She bit her red lips and quickly followed.

Plum Blossom Villa on Gushan Island is located on the shore of West Lake, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, boasting beautiful scenery.

The manor is surrounded by large groves of plum trees. Although it is not the season for plum blossoms to bloom, the gnarled branches of the plum trees still exude a serene and elegant atmosphere.

Lin Xuan and Ren Yingying arrived side by side at the gate of Plum Manor.

It was a heavy, vermilion-lacquered gate, studded with huge copper nails, exuding a stern and imposing aura.

Lin Xuan stepped forward and, without the slightest hesitation, raised his hand and knocked heavily on the door knocker three times.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A dull knocking sound echoed outside the silent manor.

A short while later, the door creaked open a crack.

A servant dressed in gray cloth clothes and with a sharp face poked his head out.

He looked Lin Xuan and Ren Yingying up and down.

Before them stood a man and a woman; the man was handsome and dashing, exuding an air of grandeur; the woman was exquisitely beautiful, like a fairy descended from heaven.

The two of them standing together looked like a divine couple who had stepped out of a painting, exuding extraordinary charm.

Although the servant was inwardly amazed, Plum Manor never received outsiders, so he kept a straight face and coldly asked:

"May I ask what brings you two here? This is a private estate, and we do not receive outsiders. Please leave immediately."

Lin Xuan looked at the servant, his tone calm yet exuding an overbearing authority:

"Go, let your master come out and see me."

Upon hearing this, the servant frowned immediately.

That guy has such a big mouth!

His master, one of the Four Friends of Jiangnan, was a well-known figure in the martial arts world. Whenever famous martial arts masters came to visit, they would all politely present their visiting cards and wait for him at the door.

This young upstart was using such a commanding tone, as if he were treating the owner of Plum Manor as his subordinate, summoning him at will and dismissing him at will!

"Young master, you seem to have come to the wrong place."

The servant's tone turned somewhat unfriendly, "My master is currently in seclusion for spiritual cultivation and will not see anyone. If you have a visiting card, please leave it; otherwise, please leave!"

After saying that, he prepared to close the door.

"There's no need for that."

Lin Xuan chuckled softly, then suddenly reached out his right hand and grabbed Ren Yingying's soft, boneless hand.