Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Whether it's absorbing the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique or refining the Innate Technique, both require the practitioner to devote 100% of their mind and spirit.

Trying to do two things at once can easily lead to a deviation in one's internal energy, resulting in anything from qi deviation to severed meridians. This greatly limits his cultivation efficiency.

He must first spend a lot of time absorbing it, and then spend an equal amount of time refining it, like a clumsy craftsman who cannot perform two processes at the same time, resulting in low efficiency.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if... 'absorption' and 'refinement' could be done simultaneously?"

This thought, like a flash of lightning in the night, instantly illuminated Lin Xuan's mind, bringing him sudden enlightenment.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a near-mad glint flashed in his deep pupils.

He remembered another secret technique he had secretly copied from the stone wall of an ancient tomb, a technique that even Huang Rong had never taught him—the "Soul Transfer Technique" from the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual.

The reason Huang Rong never taught him this skill was because it was too evil and dangerous; if one was not careful, it could damage one's mind and lead to demonic possession. She hoped that Lin Xuan would walk a righteous and honorable path.

"The essence of the Soul Transfer Technique lies in using powerful mental strength to interfere with, influence, and even directly control the mind and will of others..."

In Lin Xuan's mind, countless thoughts collided and merged rapidly.

"Since you can control others, why... can't you use that power to control yourself? By focusing your mind to the extreme and using extraordinary concentration to master two unique skills simultaneously, you can achieve multitasking?"

This is an absolutely insane idea! To push one's mental power to such an extreme is tantamount to waging an unprecedented battle within one's own mind.

The risks involved are a hundred times greater than any martial arts technique leading to demonic possession. A slight misstep, a loss of mental control, and he could become a completely insane madman, or even suffer a complete mental breakdown, becoming a soulless living dead, beyond redemption.

But Lin Xuan possessed a resilient soul that had lived two lives, and he also had the Heaven-defying technique "Yin Yang Supplementing Technique," which could continuously replenish his spiritual essence, as his trump card, so he was fearless.

The first thing he did was to reverse the application of the "Soul Transfer Technique" to himself, focusing his mind and transforming it into an indestructible blade that pointed directly into the depths of his own spirit, conducting the most thorough self-analysis and control.

A silent, agonizing roar suddenly exploded deep within his soul, shaking every nerve in his body!

Cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body. His bare upper body was trembling uncontrollably, every muscle bulging.

But he pulled through!

Under the extreme stimulation of the "Soul Transfer Technique," his mind reached an unprecedented level of concentration and clarity, as clear as a mirror, revealing every detail. He could clearly perceive the flow of every strand of true energy within his body, the opening and closing of every acupoint, and could even simultaneously "see" the absorption of the "Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique" and the refining of the "Innate Technique," like two clear paintings unfolding synchronously in his mind, without interfering with each other.

"Om-!"

The Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique and the Innate Technique operated simultaneously within his body with unprecedented efficiency, forming a perfect cycle!

Centered on the Jade Bed, an invisible energy vortex suddenly formed!

Lin Xuan manipulated the two ultimate techniques, like an ancient whale awakening, opening its massive maw to devour the heavens and earth, and began to absorb them frantically.

The extremely yin and pure cold energy accumulated in the millennium-old cold jade bed no longer passively seeped in, but instead transformed into visible streams of bluish-white air, forming a huge energy vortex that surged wildly into every pore of Lin Xuan's body, just like being sucked in by a giant whale!

At the same moment these energies surged in, Lin Xuan focused all his energy on activating the "Innate Skill".

The golden vortex within the dantian's dantian reached an unprecedented peak in its rotation speed, like a small black hole, sucking in all the incoming energy and then refining and purifying it with overwhelming force, removing the dross and keeping the essence!

Absorb and refine!

Absorb and refine!

These two steps, which originally needed to be performed separately, were perfectly synchronized under Lin Xuan's masterful mental control! This created a terrifying, ever-renewing cultivation cycle with an efficiency dozens of times greater!

Lin Xuan's body is now like a perpetual motion machine connected to endless energy, undergoing a tremendous transformation and moving towards a higher level.

Under the scouring and expansion of that vast energy, his meridians became ten times stronger and more than ten times wider than before! The true energy that was originally like a stream was now evolving into rivers, or even a vast ocean, becoming magnificent and boundless!

His bones, repeatedly tempered by true energy, crackled and popped, becoming denser and faintly gleaming with a jade-like luster, making them indestructible.

His blood, surging like mercury, roared with each flow, brimming with vigorous and pure vitality.

His dantian and qi sea underwent the most thorough changes, which is also the core of his cultivation this time.

After refining a massive amount of energy, the golden vortex of innate energy grew larger and larger, and its light became brighter and brighter. Finally, at a certain moment, it reached the critical point of qualitative change, like an embryo that had been gestating for ten thousand years, about to break out of its cocoon!

"Pop—"

A soft sound, as if from the beginning of the universe, resounded deep within his dantian.

The golden gaseous vortex suddenly collapsed inward, compressing all the energy to the extreme, and finally condensed into a ball of pure and clean innate energy!

This is the most crucial sign that martial arts cultivation has progressed from the acquired to the innate level! It is also a milestone that marks his true entry into the ranks of top masters!

At this moment, the aura within Lin Xuan's body suddenly surged!

An invisible yet powerful aura instantly filled the entire stone chamber.

Lin Xuan opened his eyes, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

He slowly stood up from the cold jade bed.

He was still that handsome and composed young man, but if a top expert were here, they would be shocked to find that he was completely different from before.

His aura blended perfectly with heaven and earth, with this ancient tomb, reaching a profound state of "unity of man and nature".

Chapter Twelve: The Two Beauties Turn to Ice

When Lin Xuan opened his eyes again, the air in the stone chamber seemed to freeze for a moment.

He slowly rose from the cold jade bed, the fiery masculine aura that had once terrified Li Mochou now completely internalized. It no longer emanated outwards, but was like being enveloped by a warm, lustrous jade, leaving only depth and mellowness, revealing no sharpness whatsoever.

After several days of seclusion, he not only cultivated the pure "innate qi" of Wang Chongyang, but also found a new path.

He used the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique as a furnace to forcibly refine the various mixed true energies in his dantian using the methods of the Innate Technique.

The total amount of internal energy may not have increased dramatically, but its quality has changed dramatically. The true energy flows through the meridians without any stagnation, as smoothly and effortlessly as an arm or finger.

More importantly, the world he saw had changed. Martial arts techniques were no longer just moves and stances to him, but a flowing "principle," a natural rhythm existing between heaven and earth.

At this moment, his aura was extremely restrained. He simply stood there quietly, like a deep, ancient well, calm and unfathomable.

To those unfamiliar with martial arts, he appears to be nothing more than a handsome young man with a tall and refined demeanor. However, in the eyes of true masters, he is like a bottomless well, with turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the calm surface.

Lin Xuan strolled out of the stone chamber, wearing only a casually draped outer robe. Beneath the open robe lay his well-defined, muscular chest. His steps were light, yet carried a peculiar rhythm, as if each step struck precisely on the beat of his heart.

In another stone chamber, Li Mochou, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened her eyes.

A hint of surprise and wariness flashed in her sharp phoenix eyes.

It wasn't that she heard a sound, but rather a martial artist's instinctive feeling. The aura in the air that she both hated and feared became more restrained, and... even more dangerous.

"Don't worry."

Lin Xuan's voice came from outside, gentle and calm.

Li Mochou remained silent for a moment, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart. She straightened her apricot-yellow Daoist robe, the loose garment unable to conceal her exquisite and graceful curves. She straightened her back, exuding the unique coldness and arrogance of the Red Serpent Fairy, and walked out.

"What's the matter?"

She stood a few steps away from Lin Xuan, her voice cold and deliberately keeping her distance, as if an invisible barrier stood between them.

Lin Xuan seemed oblivious to the aloofness in her eyes, and instead smiled slightly, saying, "After several days of seclusion, I have made some progress in martial arts, but many questions have also arisen. I would like to ask you and Miss Long to discuss and verify them together, if that is possible?"

This slightly softened the sharp edge in Li Mochou's heart. She was a martial arts fanatic, and ultimately, she couldn't resist the word "martial arts."

She snorted coldly, which was taken as tacit approval, and turned to walk towards Xiaolongnu's stone chamber.

A moment later, in the largest stone chamber of the ancient tomb, the three stood facing each other.

Little Dragon Girl was still dressed in pure white, untouched by any dust. Her skin was as white as snow, so delicate it seemed to break at a touch, and her long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, setting off her exquisitely beautiful and aloof face, making her seem like a fairy from the moon palace, untouched by worldly affairs.

Her pure eyes were curiously observing Lin Xuan. She could sense that this man was somewhat different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

“Miss Long, Master Li,” Lin Xuan bowed again, his posture upright, “I have made a fool of myself.”

He first looked at Li Mochou, his gaze intense: "Master Li, how about we exchange a few moves first?"

Li Mochou had the same idea. Without saying a word, she flipped her wrist, and the long sword was already in her hand, the tip pointing diagonally at Lin Xuan, and a murderous aura spread out.

This time, Lin Xuan didn't overestimate himself and also took a longsword.

"please."

Before she finished speaking, Li Mochou's figure had already transformed into a streak of light, her long sword piercing straight towards her like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, accompanied by a shrill sound of air being torn apart! Her swordsmanship was filled with hatred in every move, ruthless and deadly.

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed, and his longsword struck first despite being delayed.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing, crisp and rapid, echoed in the empty stone chamber.

Li Mochou grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Lin Xuan's swordsmanship was like an invisible net, always able to anticipate her attacks and neutralize them in the most ingenious and effortless way. The weakness in her swordsmanship—its ruthlessness exceeding its versatility—was magnified infinitely by her opponent.

After more than thirty moves, Li Mochou, in her agitation, revealed a slight flaw.

A glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes, and his sword coiled around her sword spine like a serpent, pulling and leading her with ease!

Li Mochou felt a numbness in her wrist, and a clever force sent her longsword flying out of her hand, landing with a clang in the distance.

Lin Xuan's sword tip was already firmly positioned three inches in front of her fair throat.

The sword energy was released slightly, causing a fine shiver to rise on her skin.

“Master Li,” Lin Xuan sheathed his sword, his tone sincere, “your sword is trapped by your heart. The murderous aura is too strong, and it has lost the agility that the Ancient Tomb Sect’s martial arts should have.”

Li Mochou's face was deathly pale. She bit her full lips tightly, her chest heaving with rapid breathing. She had lost, utterly defeated, yet overwhelmed with shame and indignation.

"Miss Long, please." Lin Xuan then turned to Little Dragon Girl.

Xiaolongnu nodded silently, her figure shifting slightly, and with her white sleeves fluttering, she unleashed the Ancient Tomb Sword Technique.

Her swordsmanship was truly like her—cool and elegant, incredibly agile, like a fairy dancing under the moon, breathtakingly beautiful, yet flawless and impenetrable.

Upon seeing this, Lin Xuan's sword stance suddenly changed.

His swordsmanship was entirely improvised, unrestrained and unconventional, not bound by any rules or regulations.

This was the first time Little Dragon Girl had encountered such an opponent.

No matter how exquisite her swordsmanship was, it still had its own established system. But Lin Xuan's fighting style completely broke the rules, causing her perfect defensive circle to begin to falter.

Finally, Lin Xuan created an opening to lure her into attacking, but suddenly changed his move halfway through, using unbelievable footwork to circle behind her and gently tap her smooth, jade-like back of the neck, the "Jade Pillow" acupoint, with the hilt of his sword.

Xiaolongnu's delicate body trembled, her whole body went numb, and the long sword in her hand slipped from her grasp.

"Miss Long's swordsmanship is already unparalleled in this world," Lin Xuan sincerely praised. "But it is too pure, like a still pond. If it encounters a turbid current that doesn't play by the rules, it will suffer."

Little Dragon Girl stood there, stunned, her usually cold eyes now filled with contemplation for the first time.

Looking at the two women who had also been defeated, Lin Xuan finally revealed his true purpose. He sighed, and said with a perfectly measured hint of regret:

"Both of you have your own unique swordsmanship, but you are still a little lacking in a one-on-one fight with me. How about the two of you team up and have a match with me?"

He suggested that they join forces against him.

Sure enough, Li Mochou and the taciturn Xiaolongnu exchanged a glance. Their eyes held surprise, confusion, and a hint of aroused fighting spirit.

Seeing this, Lin Xuan pressed his advantage: "I am not very talented, but I am willing to be your sparring partner and compete with you two?"

Having said all that, refusing now would make me appear weak in my resolve to pursue martial arts.

Li Mochou nodded very slightly, her face cold. Xiaolongnu also nodded slightly, her aloof face expressionless, but it was tacit agreement.

Thus, the battle between the two beauties began naturally.

However, ideals are often grand, but reality is... harsh.

Our first collaboration was a complete disaster.

Li Mochou launched a fierce attack, her sword strikes like fire, but Xiaolongnu instinctively retreated to defend, her swordsmanship as cold as ice. Xiaolongnu used an exquisite defensive move, but Li Mochou's sword suddenly appeared from the side, completely disrupting her rhythm.

Instead of forming a united force, the two hindered and interfered with each other at every turn, creating a dangerous situation amidst the clash of swords.

Lin Xuan moved with ease through their sword net. He no longer took the initiative to attack, but instead acted as a touchstone, precisely testing every flaw in their coordination.

Sometimes he would parry Li Mochou's sword strike head-on, cleverly redirecting the force towards Xiaolongnu; other times he would use unpredictable footwork to force Xiaolongnu to change her moves, thus disrupting Li Mochou's offensive.

He didn't have an easy time either; beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his movements were somewhat "disheveled." But he always managed to find that one gap in the seemingly seamless cooperation between the two at the most crucial moment.

Finally, seizing the moment when the two were interfering with each other again, he suddenly lunged in, his palms transforming into two gentle forces, which landed on their fragrant shoulders respectively.

Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu both trembled and staggered back several steps, panting heavily. A charming blush rose on their fair faces, and their hair was slightly disheveled.

"stop."

Lin Xuan shook his head and said regretfully:

"What a pity, what a pity. I thought that one plus one would at least equal two, but I didn't expect it to be less than one. Your martial arts are interfering with and weakening each other. Where exactly is the problem?"

He didn't criticize or ridicule, but instead raised it as an interesting "martial arts puzzle".

He looked at the two who were deep in thought and continued, "Perhaps... the key to this does not lie with me, an outsider, but with each other. You are the true inheritors of the Ancient Tomb Sect's martial arts. Only you can find the key to perfectly fuse these two ultimate sword techniques."

After saying this, he clasped his hands in a fist and said to the two men, "Thank you both for your guidance today. I have benefited greatly. I will go and think about it for a while. You two should also think about it carefully."