Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"Although the Ming Cult is known as the Demonic Cult, it shares our hatred of the Mongol invasion. The actions of the six major sects are somewhat disregarding the overall situation. It would be good for you to go and take a look. If there is an opportunity, resolving this conflict and preserving the vitality of the Central Plains martial arts world would be the best course of action."

At this point, Huang Rong's eyes dimmed.

"This trip, traveling with you all the way, although absurd, has been the happiest time of my life in the past ten years."

Huang Rong's voice sounded somewhat downcast.

"But in Xiangyang, although the Mongol army has temporarily retreated, they are still eyeing us covetously. Guo Jing is still recovering from his injuries, and Fu'er is young and naive. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, I must go back to oversee the situation and take charge."

Lin Xuan grasped Huang Rong's hand and pulled her into his arms, gently comforting her, "Master, don't worry, I'll come back to Xiangyang to see you after I've dealt with things outside."

Hearing that the two were about to leave, Yin Susu felt a strong sense of reluctance.

"Sister Rong, Xuanlang, are you leaving already?"

Yin Susu's eyes were slightly red as she looked at the two of them.

After spending the last few days together, she had completely gotten used to having Lin Xuan by her side.

Now that he and Huang Rong both want it, she will be left all alone in this huge Yin mansion again.

"Susu, all good things must come to an end."

Huang Rong stepped forward, took Yin Susu's hand, and gave her a meaningful look. "If you feel bored, you can always come to Xiangyang to find me in the future. We sisters, and... and Xuan'er, will get together again someday."

Yin Susu understood the implication in Huang Rong's words, her cheeks flushed, and she nodded gently.

Since parting is imminent, the night before departure should not be wasted.

That evening, another extravagant feast was staged in the backyard of the Yin residence.

The melancholy of their impending separation made Huang Rong and Yin Susu act exceptionally proactively and unrestrainedly that night.

Inside the room, red candles flickered.

Lin Xuan sat on the bed with an air of authority, like an emperor reigning over the world.

Huang Rong and Yin Susu, these two stunningly beautiful women, were now kneeling before him like the most obedient servants.

Huang Rong wore a light red bodice, while Yin Susu wore a black, semi-transparent tulle dress.

Two mature, voluptuous, and stunningly curvaceous bodies gleamed alluringly in the candlelight.

"Xuan'er... Master can't bear to part with you..."

Huang Rong raised her head, her dignified and noble face filled with a dreamy, spring-like allure.

She extended her delicate pink tongue and gently licked the already raging dragon, her eyes filled with longing.

"Xuanlang...when you go outside, please don't forget me..."

Yin Susu was not to be outdone. She stepped forward and, together with Huang Rong, served the enormous thing that they couldn't resist.

Two cherry-like mouths, sometimes taking turns swallowing and spitting out, sometimes enveloping each other together.

The intense warmth and tightness, the overwhelming visual impact, made Lin Xuan's breathing become heavy instantly.

"Since you can't bear to part with them, then tonight, let me thoroughly satisfy you!"

Lin Xuan let out a low growl and pulled the two women onto the bed.

A fierce and relentless offensive unfolded instantly.

Lin Xuan, like a tireless war god, galloped and explored these two exquisite bodies to his heart's content.

Sometimes he would pin Huang Rong down, enjoying her tight embrace and her high-pitched cries; other times he would flip Yin Susu over and thrust into her plump, upturned buttocks from behind.

In fact, when passion was at its peak, he would have the two women hug and kiss each other, while he searched for the most exciting entry point between their intertwined bodies.

"Ah... Xuan'er... It's too deep... I'm going to die..."

"Xuanlang... harder... fuck me to death..."

Inside the room, the crisp sounds of flesh colliding and the unrestrained moans of the two women intertwined to create a joyful symphony.

As dawn broke in the east, this extravagant feast finally came to an end.

Chapter 287: Xiao Zhao Calls Him Master

Autumn in Jiangnan always carries a touch of lingering poetic charm.

Before leaving Hangzhou, Lin Xuan returned to Yanziwu.

There, he had built his empire, and three beautiful maids, devoted to him and tender-hearted, were eagerly waiting for him.

As Lin Xuan's painted boat slowly docked, A Zhu, A Bi, and Shuang'er were already eagerly waiting on the pier.

"Son!"

The three women greeted Lin Xuan with beaming smiles, like a flock of joyful swallows.

Lin Xuan opened his arms and embraced the three women one by one, feeling the different softness of their bodies.

"How has everything been at the manor these past few days?"

Lin Xuan asked with a smile.

"Reporting to Young Master, everything is fine. It's just... it's just that we sisters miss you terribly."

A'Zhu was the boldest; her bright, watery eyes gazed at Lin Xuan, making no attempt to hide her longing.

Although Abi and Shuang'er didn't speak, their blushing cheeks and their small hands tightly gripping Lin Xuan's sleeves were enough to say everything.

"Since you miss me, then tonight, I will make it up to you properly."

Lin Xuan laughed heartily and led the three women, one on each side, into the manor.

That night, the backyard of Yanziwu was once again filled with boundless spring colors.

Lin Xuan knew that his journey was long and his return date uncertain, so he was especially tender and attentive to the three obedient girls in bed.

A Zhu's cleverness and cunning transformed into a wanton and obsequious manner on the bed;

Abi's gentle and tender nature turned into her submissiveness, which she could take at will.

Shuang'er's innocence and naivety, under Lin Xuan's guidance, blossomed into the most primal allure.

Three women, of one heart, serve one husband.

Under Lin Xuan's powerful physique and nourished by the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique, they repeatedly reached the peak of ecstasy until their bodies were completely limp and they couldn't even lift a finger, before they embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Lin Xuan got up feeling refreshed, dressed neatly, and went to the study.

A short while later, Azhu came in carrying a bowl of ginseng soup.

Although her steps were still a little unsteady, her eyes and brows revealed a charming allure that came from being completely satisfied.

"Young master, have some ginseng soup to nourish your body."

Azhu placed the ginseng soup on the desk and said softly.

Lin Xuan picked up his bowl, took a sip, and casually asked, "A-Zhu, while I was away, how was the surveillance of that female worker named Xiao Zao going?"

Upon hearing this, A'Zhu's expression turned serious, and she reported:

"Reporting to the young master, Xiaozao is still the same as usual. During the day, she works diligently in the weaving room, but at night, she sneaks out from time to time to explore the estate. These past few days, she seems to be increasingly interested in the Huanshi Water Pavilion. She has been lingering around the pavilion several times, as if searching for the mechanism to get in."

"Oh? And Shishui Pavilion?"

Lin Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.

This little girl is getting bolder and bolder.

Huanshi Water Pavilion is an important place where the Murong family collects martial arts classics from all over the world. Although there are not many peerless martial arts skills in it, it is also a forbidden area of ​​Yanziwu.

She's a new female worker, how dare she have designs on that place?

"Young master, should I send someone to arrest her and interrogate her?"

Azhu asked for instructions.

"No need."

Lin Xuan waved his hand, "There's no point in playing this cat-and-mouse game with her all the time. Go and call her to the side hall alone. I'll meet her with her myself."

"Yes, young master." A'Zhu acknowledged the order and withdrew.

Inside the weaving room, the sound of looms echoed.

Xiao Zhao, using the alias "Xiao Zao," was sitting in front of a loom, skillfully weaving the silk threads.

She wore a rough gray cloth dress, her face was covered with brown spots, and the corners of her mouth were deliberately drawn crooked, making her look plain, even somewhat ugly.

However, just as she was concentrating on weaving, a stewardess came in.

"Xiaozao, stop for a moment. The young master has ordered you to go to the side hall to see him immediately."

"Sir?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhao abruptly stopped in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat.

Lin Xuan?

Why would he suddenly call me?

Could it be... could it be that my sneaking into Huanshi Water Pavilion at night has been exposed?!

A strong sense of tension instantly welled up in my heart.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, lowered her head, and pretended to be timid as she followed the old woman to the side hall.

Along the way, various solutions kept flashing through Xiao Zhao's mind.

However, when she walked to the side hall door and saw the white-clad figure standing inside with his hands behind his back through the crack in the door, all the words she had prepared vanished instantly.

Instead, she was confronted with a memory that she found shameful.

That night by the hot spring, she hid behind the artificial hill and witnessed firsthand how the man made love with the three beautiful maids in the water.

That powerful body brimming with explosive energy, that terrifyingly large and menacing member, and the three women's wanton cries...

Those scenes were etched into the mind of this young woman, like a brand, and she could not shake them off.

That night, she even experienced her first truly embarrassing reaction because of peeping at such things.

Upon seeing the instigator again, Xiao Zhao felt her cheeks flush, and even her delicate earlobes, hidden beneath her disheveled hair, blushed slightly.

She had a strange feeling that this man's eyes could see through all her pretenses and look into the deepest, most hidden corners of her heart.

"Come in."

Lin Xuan's calm yet authoritative voice came from inside the room.

Xiao Zhao gritted her teeth, pushed open the door, and walked in with her head down.

"This servant, Xiaozao, greets the young master."

She deliberately lowered her voice, making it sound hoarse and stuttering.

Lin Xuan turned around, his gaze sweeping over Xiao Zhao's freckled face, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Xiao Zhao, you've been in Yanziwu for quite some time now, haven't you?"

boom!

Lin Xuan's words were like a thunderclap in Xiao Zhao's ears.

Xiao Zhao!

He didn't call her Xiaozao, he called her Xiaozhao!

Xiao Zhao's heart clenched, and a look of extreme panic flashed in her eyes.

How did he know my real name?!

But she was, after all, rigorously trained, and forcibly suppressed her shock, continuing to feign ignorance:

"Young... what are you saying, sir? This servant... this servant's name is Xiaozao, not Xiaozhao. Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"Mistaken identity?"

Lin Xuan chuckled softly and walked slowly toward her.

"Your name is Xiao Zhao, and your original surname is Han. Your mother is the Purple-Robed Dragon King of the Ming Cult, who is now Granny Golden Flower. Am I right?"

If the word "Xiao Zhao" just now only made Xiao Zhao feel flustered, then now, when Lin Xuan accurately stated her background and her mother's identity, Xiao Zhao truly felt fear.