Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"What if I told you that the six major sects' aggressive siege of Bright Peak was actually orchestrated from the very beginning by someone secretly plotting and sowing discord?"

Lin Xuan's gaze swept across the entire room like lightning.

"The mastermind behind this is to use this war to make the six major sects and your Ming Cult fight each other to the death! This will greatly weaken the anti-Mongol forces of the Central Plains martial arts world!"

"What? Someone is actually sabotaging us in the shadows?"

This earth-shattering secret shocked everyone in the Ming Cult!

Although they acted eccentrically, they also felt that this siege was too strange and fierce, as if an invisible hand was pushing things along.

Now that they have heard Lin Xuan, a big shot, confirm it himself, they are even more furious.

Yin Tianzheng was furious and shouted:

"How could such a treacherous and vicious villain plot such a scheme! Young Master Lin, do you know who the mastermind behind this is? Even if it costs me my old life, I will tear him to pieces!"

Lin Xuan raised his hand to quell the commotion in the arena.

"I have a general idea of ​​his whereabouts. Soon, I will find him and expose his conspiracy to the world."

Lin Xuan looked at everyone.

"But before I capture him, my sole purpose in coming here today is to meet you all and to let you know."

Lin Xuan's voice was filled with an irresistible domineering and absolute confidence:

"As long as I, Lin Xuan, am here, the Ming Cult will never be destroyed!"

These words were like a shot of adrenaline, piercing the hearts of the Ming Cult leaders who were filled with despair due to days of bloody battles!

In this deadly place.

Imagine an invincible hero standing before you, telling you with absolute certainty: He will protect you from death!

That intense sense of security and the glimmer of hope was enough to bring tears to one's eyes.

At the same time, Lin Xuan's expression also became serious.

"However, this is subject to certain conditions."

Lin Xuan stared directly at Yang Xiao, who was in the main seat, and the leaders of various factions.

"I hope that after facilitating a truce and reconciliation between the Ming Cult and the six major sects, your Ming Cult must never again descend into such disarray, with its members fighting amongst themselves!"

"Furthermore, we must not allow our lower-level followers to run rampant in the martial arts world and commit any evil deeds that tarnish their reputation!"

Lin Xuan offered his ultimate promise in exchange:

"If you can do this, after this calamity, I will personally and unconditionally endorse the Ming Cult in the official capacity of the 'Martial Arts Inspector,' appointed by the imperial court!"

"As long as your Ming Cult sincerely raises the banner of resisting the Mongols, stops oppressing the people, and lives in peace with the righteous path."

"I assure you! From now on, the government will never post another arrest warrant for the Ming Cult! You roughnecks who have been wanted for half your lives will finally be able to walk openly and honestly in the sunlight!"

As Lin Xuan finished planning this extremely impressive and enticing vision.

The atmosphere in the entire council hall instantly reached a climax!

All the high-ranking members of the Ming Cult, even the most stubborn of them all, including the White-browed Eagle King.

Their faces couldn't help but light up with ecstatic joy!

What they have always dreamed of is to have a legitimate identity in the eyes of the world so that they can stand tall and live with dignity.

Now someone has made this promise and guarantee!

They even felt that what was originally a certain death trap was actually a tribulation of annihilation.

In Lin Xuan's description in these two or three sentences.

This is practically a great opportunity for their Ming Cult to be cleansed, reborn, and even revive to dominate the martial arts world!

but.

The euphoria was quickly shattered by one of the most pressing core problems in reality.

It was a dead end that even they themselves couldn't untangle.

Zhou Dian frowned, and although he was extremely grateful to Lin Xuan, he still bluntly complained:

"We roughnecks will never forget Young Master Lin's great kindness!"

Zhou Dian sighed heavily, "But... what you just said, asking us to be unified internally and obey orders... that's harder than climbing to heaven!"

"Our Ming Cult has been in this disorganized state for quite some time now. Everyone is arrogant and proud, and no one is willing to be led by anyone else!"

Zhou Dian pointed to Yang Xiao, who was sitting above him with a livid face, and ruthlessly tore off the last veil of pretense:

"Especially this high and mighty Left Envoy Yang!"

"Over the years, all he's thought about is becoming the leader of the Ming Cult and securing that golden throne. But he doesn't have the ability or the credentials of a leader! He's always been bossy and domineering towards us!"

"Tell me, in this situation, how can we brothers accept this? How can we willingly obey his orders?"

Chapter 359: The Taste of a Foreign Horse is Pretty Good

The arguing in the main hall gradually subsided, and everyone's attention focused on Yang Xiao.

This once arrogant Left Envoy of Light appeared somewhat forlorn at this moment.

He glanced around at his resentful old brothers in the hall, knowing full well that if he continued to cling to that illusory lust for power, the Ming Cult's centuries-old foundation would truly be destroyed in his hands.

"Never mind."

Yang Xiao sighed deeply, his voice revealing an unprecedented weariness.

He held onto the armrest of the chair, slowly stood up, and solemnly cupped his hands in greeting to the Five Wanderers, the Five Elements Flag Envoys, and the White-browed Eagle King present.

"Brothers, I, Yang, have indeed acted rashly in the past, causing disunity within the Holy Sect. Today, facing imminent calamity, if it weren't for Young Master Lin's righteous intervention, we would all likely have been reduced to ashes on this Bright Peak. If the Holy Sect can overcome this calamity, I, Yang Xiao, hereby swear to the Holy Flame that I will never again seek the position of Sect Leader. After defeating the enemy, I am willing to work with you all, according to ancestral rules, to re-elect a true Sect Leader who is virtuous and talented, and who can win the hearts of all!"

These words carried weight and authority. The hall was initially deathly silent, then a murmur of discussion arose.

Zhou Dian originally wanted to say a few more sarcastic remarks, but seeing Yang Xiao's ashen face and sincere expression, he ultimately swallowed his words.

Even someone like Yang Xiao, who values ​​power above all else, is willing to back down. What else is there for them to fight for?

However, a more practical question is facing everyone – even if Yang Xiao abdicates, who in the Ming Cult today can take on this great responsibility?

Although the White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng enjoys extremely high prestige, he has already established the Sky Eagle Sect and is quite old.

The five individuals each acted independently, possessed eccentric personalities, and none could submit to the others;

As for Yang Xiao, since he has already given up on the idea, he can be ruled out.

The crowd's gazes darted around the hall, some lingering on the figure in white robes, only to quickly look away.

Although Lin Xuan was incredibly powerful, he was ultimately not a member of the Ming Cult.

Lin Xuan keenly sensed the subtle silence in the air, and he naturally understood what these people were thinking.

To become the leader of the Ming Cult, it's not enough to rely solely on "life-saving grace"; one also needs a "divine will" that no one can refute.

"Now that everyone has reached a consensus, things will be much easier."

Lin Xuan smiled and spoke in a clear voice, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

"For the next seven days, you should gather your remaining troops and rest and recuperate. As for the mess down the mountain, leave it to me, Lin."

He turned his head and looked intently at Yang Xiao: "Left Envoy Yang, in seven days, I will capture the mastermind behind this and bring him up the mountain. At that time, I would like to invite you all to sit down with the leaders of the six major sects and settle all old scores. Everyone, please wait for good news."

Lin Xuan's words were perfectly flawless.

The members of the Ming Cult were filled with gratitude towards him, and they all bowed and shouted in unison, "Respectfully seeing off Young Master Lin!"

Lin Xuan smiled, his figure swayed slightly, and he disappeared like a wisp of green smoke at the entrance of the main hall.

The instant he left the main hall, three hidden strands of true energy condensed into threads and accurately entered the ears of the three Persian envoys standing in the corner.

"Come to the hot spring at the foot of the cliff in the back mountain."

……

Kunlun Mountains, back mountain.

Far from the war-torn outposts, this place is exceptionally peaceful.

Beneath the cliff, hidden by jagged rocks, lies a natural spring.

Originally, due to the severe cold, the spring water had long been frozen by ice and snow, and only a few wisps of thin white mist could be seen.

But when Lin Xuan landed here, his incomparably powerful Nine Yang True Qi suddenly erupted.

He simply sat cross-legged by the spring, his hands pressed against the ice, and the scorching heat of his inner energy, as intense as the blazing sun, seeped into the ground through his palms.

In a short while, the ice layer cracked, and the once still spring water gushed out, steaming hot, enveloping the area within several feet in a dreamlike state.

Lin Xuan took off his white clothes, revealing a perfectly sculpted body brimming with explosive power.

He stepped into the pool, leaned against the warm, smooth stone wall, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Since you're here, come down."

Lin Xuan did not open his eyes, but his voice drifted through the mist.

Above the cliff, three dark figures descended almost simultaneously.

The three envoys, Huiyue Envoy, Liuyun Envoy, and Miaofeng Envoy, who held high positions in the Persian headquarters, appeared uneasy at this moment.

They stood by the pool, gazing at the imposing figure that was faintly visible in the mist, and their hearts skipped a beat.

In their faith, the man before them was not only a powerful figure with unparalleled martial arts skills, but also the radiant sage who appeared in the ancient prophecy.

The Venerable One's command is a divine decree.

"What? Do I have to personally invite you?"

Lin Xuan opened his eyes, his dark pupils revealing an irresistible domineering aura.

The three women trembled, exchanged glances, and the shyness in their eyes was ultimately suppressed by their almost blind faith.

They reached out their slender hands and somewhat clumsily untied their heavy black robes.

As the black robes slipped off, three alluring foreign bodies were revealed without reservation in the hot spring atop the snow-capped peak.

Unlike the gentle and slender women of the Central Plains, these three Persian envoys had an extremely exaggerated and fiery physique.

Miao Feng caused her long golden hair to cascade down over her magnificent snow-capped peaks, the two rosy tips of which were extremely alluring.

Her waist was extremely slender, but due to years of martial arts training, she had an attractive six-pack, and below that, her long legs were long and powerful.

The red-haired Radiant Moon Envoy possesses the most alluring, voluptuous, and shapely buttocks.

As she turned and entered the water, her tall, rounded curves rippled in the waves, displaying amazing elasticity.

The brown-haired Cloud Envoy stared intently at Lin Xuan with her deep purple eyes, her pretty face filled with piety and shyness.

They stepped into the pool, and their originally cold bodies were instantly enveloped in warmth.

The three women swam obediently to Lin Xuan's side, surrounding him like stars around the moon.

"Your Excellency..."

Huiyue spoke softly as she knelt behind Lin Xuan, her magnificent white breasts pressed tightly against his broad back.

Her long, slender, and smooth hands trembled slightly as she gently massaged Lin Xuan's shoulders.

The Cloud Envoy and the Wind Envoy each grabbed Lin Xuan's arm, one on the left and one on the right.

They rubbed their soft, smooth breasts against his strong arms, using them as the gentlest massage tools.

Lin Xuan leaned back comfortably, feeling the pressure of the three pairs of huge, soft flesh, his nostrils filled with the exotic fragrance.

"Has Yang Xiao done anything unusual during this period?"

Lin Xuan asked with his eyes closed.

Miao Feng lowered his head and reported in a soft voice: "Your Excellency, Yang Xiao knew he couldn't defend Bright Peak, so he tested the three of us, hoping we would strike again and launch a sneak attack on the leaders of the six major sects. But he doesn't know that we have already submitted to Your Excellency. Why would we heed his words?"

As she spoke, her full, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, pressing against Lin Xuan's waist.

"In addition, as you predicted, the Five Wanderers, while outwardly submitting to Yang Xiao, are actually secretly contacting the remaining forces in various places, intending to establish their own independent forces after the war."

As Lin Xuan listened to the report, he casually stroked the inner thigh of the Flowing Cloud Envoy, causing the red-haired woman to tremble.

Lin Xuan sneered.

The intelligence gathering is almost complete.