Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

On this day, in the inn's private room, the afternoon sun lazily shone through the window cracks, cutting out several golden beams of light on the blue brick floor, and a faint aroma of tea filled the air.

Lin Xuan sat leisurely at the square table, gently waving a folding fan in his hand. His gaze, however, was tender and focused on Qin Shushen, who was making tea for him not far away.

Today she wore a light blue silk robe, the soft silk clinging to her exquisite figure, outlining her slender waist and full breasts.

Those once bright and sharp eyes, sparkling with life, were now slightly lowered under Lin Xuan's gaze. Long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow beneath her eyelids, adding to her delicate and shy demeanor.

Her cheeks had a perfect rosy glow, a delicate charm born from the nourishment of love, like ripe peaches on a branch, tempting and irresistible.

After Hu Yidao's death, her life was as lifeless as a dry well. It wasn't until Lin Xuan appeared that it was filled with spring water again and burst forth with vitality.

After pouring the tea, Qin Shushen gently handed the teacup to Lin Xuan.

The moment her fingertips inadvertently touched the back of his hand, a tingling, electric-like sensation instantly spread throughout her body. She instinctively trembled and quickly withdrew her hand, but her gaze lingered on him for a few more moments.

Her eyes were filled with endless tenderness and adoration, devoid of any of the sharpness of a female knight-errant.

"Sister." Lin Xuan's voice was deep and magnetic, gently touching Qin Shushen's heartstrings.

He put down his folding fan, reached out and gently grasped her soft, slender wrist, pulling her closer to him.

Qin Shushen's delicate body trembled violently, a blush instantly spreading from her ears to her neck, even her snow-white skin turning an alluring pink. Her breathing quickened, her heart pounded like a drum, yet she let him lead her, offering no resistance whatsoever.

She had long been accustomed to his proximity, and even craved his touch.

Lin Xuan pulled her close, gazing at her already moist and crimson lips. His gaze held an indescribable anticipation.

He whispered a few words in her ear.

Upon hearing his words, Qin Shushen's heart skipped a beat, as if a thunderbolt had struck her heart. A mixture of shyness and shock washed over her.

She had never even considered, let alone put into practice, the idea of ​​pleasing someone with words.

This was not only a novelty and excitement she had never experienced before, but also a huge shock to the moral constraints she had long held onto as a chivalrous woman and a wife.

She was once a married woman, a renowned female knight-errant in the martial arts world. How could she do such a... such a bold and private thing?

However, Lin Xuan's deep, dark eyes were fixed intently on her, as if they could see through all her inner struggles and resistance. There was no coercion in his gaze, only endless tenderness and expectation, and a captivating allure she couldn't comprehend.

"Lin Xuan..." Her voice was weak, trembling and pleading, trying to catch her breath. She wanted to refuse, but her throat felt blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Xuan didn't speak, but he tightened his grip on her wrist slightly, pulling her closer. His other hand gently caressed her delicate cheek, his thumb lightly stroking her soft lips.

The warmth at her fingertips, carrying the unique tingling sensation of the "Yin Yang Supplementing Technique," instantly spread throughout her entire body.

At that moment, Qin Shushen felt all her reason and moral constraints melt away like spring snow under his gentle yet controlling touch. Her body was completely ignited by him, and nourished by his domineering masculinity, she developed an instinctive desire for his take.

The gratitude she felt for saving her son, along with the intense love welling up from the depths of her heart, made it impossible for her to refuse any of his requests.

Her delicate body trembled involuntarily, her knees buckled, and she slowly knelt between Lin Xuan's legs, accompanied by a shy, panting breath.

Her cheeks were now so red they looked like they could drip blood, like a ripe pomegranate, vibrant and luscious.

She lowered her eyes shyly, as if she dared not look directly at what was about to happen. This was her greatest surrender, and also her deepest love.

Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction. He released her wrist, gently stroked her soft, black hair, and guided her closer to him.

Qin Shushen took a deep breath, the sweet, delicate fragrance instantly filling her nostrils, making her heart race even faster. She could clearly feel the hot, hard presence between his legs, radiating a terrifying power even through his loose robes.

She felt ashamed and uneasy, but deep down, a strange, forbidden allure of desire and devotion arose within her. She wanted to give him everything, even herself.

She trembled as she reached out her slender hand and slowly explored the full bulge between his legs.

Touching that hot and hard object through the thin fabric, she trembled violently. A tingling, electric-like sensation spread from her fingertips throughout her body, making her dizzy.

"Ah..." She let out a soft, almost inaudible moan, like a startled fawn, her breathing rapid and disordered. Her voice was already tinged with an uncontrollable desire.

Lin Xuan didn't speak, but gently placed a hand on her head, silently offering her encouragement and guidance.

With his tacit approval, Qin Shushen's heart pounded even faster. Her face flushed and her body trembled as she used her fingertips, with a clumsy yet incredibly devout tenderness, to slowly untie the sash of Lin Xuan's robe.

When that being, larger, hotter, and harder than she had imagined, bursting with vitality, was presented to her without reservation, Qin Shushen's breath caught in her throat. Her mind went blank, and a wave of shame overwhelmed her, almost making her faint.

The visual impact was more powerful than any words could describe.

Qin Shushen bit her lower lip. She felt Lin Xuan's hand on her head, warm and strong, carrying an undeniable sense of control. Slowly, with a hint of determination and deep affection, yet also with a fatal allure, she leaned down.

Her nose first touched the burning heat carrying a distinctly masculine scent. The unfamiliar yet primal allure ignited a longing deep within her, a desire that had never been awakened before, burning wildly like leaping flames.

Her lips, like budding flowers, carried a hint of immaturity and trembling, yet also an extreme tenderness and devotion, slowly, little by little, taking that burning and hard presence into her mouth.

This was the first time she had ever been so intimately exposed to a man's most private and masculine parts.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes, savoring the intense pleasure that was both passionate and forbiddenly alluring. Qin Shushen's delicate body trembled with shyness, and her movements were clumsy and awkward, a result of her first attempt. But her heartfelt devotion and deep affection were more captivating to him than any technique.

The warm, moist touch intertwined with that domineering, fiery presence; her soft lips, carrying her unique sweetness, carefully enveloped her, bringing her ultimate comfort.

The gentle licking of the mouth, the tentative exploration of the tongue, carried an unprecedented, soul-stirring ecstasy. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Qin Shushen's forehead, and her dark hair clung damply to her cheeks, exuding a delicate charm tormented by desire.

She studied hard and tried her best to please him, attempting to bring him the greatest possible satisfaction in order to repay his kindness and further solidify her position in Lin Xuan's heart.

The Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique began to circulate within his body. Lin Xuan felt streams of pure and abundant primordial Yin energy surging and churning in his dantian, like mountain springs, merging and sublimating with the vast innate true energy within his body.

This was not merely physical pleasure, but also a sense of power, a satisfaction of possessing something beautiful. Qin Shushen felt the tingling and heat deep within her body, brought on by Lin Xuan, was even stronger than before. The pleasure and shyness, along with her desperately suppressed moral struggle, intertwined, leaving her on the verge of life and death.

She bit her lower lip hard, suppressing her moans, because she felt that her voice was so seductive that she was ashamed of herself.

—Tap, tap, tap.

Just as Lin Xuan was about to reach his peak and Qin Shushen was completely overwhelmed by his domineering offensive, a rapid and clear knock on the door, like a cold thunderclap, suddenly exploded in the silent room!

Lin Xuan's body stiffened abruptly, the pleasure that hadn't fully dissipated instantly abruptly cut off, as if a pause button had been forcibly pressed. Qin Shushen was even more as if struck by lightning; her delicate body trembled violently, her eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracted sharply, and her eyes were filled with extreme shame and terror.

She tried to lift her head abruptly, but Lin Xuan's hand held her firmly down, not allowing her to stop or make a sound.

"Mother, Fei'er is hungry. What are you doing in there, Mother?"

Hu Fei's clear, childlike voice came from outside the door, sweet and innocent, carrying a hint of childish confusion and bewilderment. That voice was like a blow to the head, yanking Qin Shushen back to reality from the mire of desire.

Hu Fei?

Her mind went completely blank. Her son! Her own son! He was right outside the door! If he found out... if he found out she was doing such a private thing for Lin Xuan... Qin Shushen couldn't even imagine the consequences.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and shame and fear made her anxious.

However, Lin Xuan demonstrated extraordinary calmness and self-control during this critical moment.

He didn't release Qin Shushen, but instead turned his gaze to the closed door. His voice remained gentle, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible doting, as if nothing had just happened.

"Fei'er, be good. Your mother just went out to buy you some yummy food. She'll be back soon. Go play for a while."

The moment Lin Xuan responded to Hu Fei, with the help of his powerful and precise "Yin Yang Supplementing Technique," Qin Shushen's pleasure surged to its peak once again.

A sudden chill ran through her body, and a wild and scorching torrent, like a flood bursting its banks, gushed forth instantly, filling her mouth without reservation.

She was submerged in an abyss of extreme shame and pleasure.

Qin Shushen's pupils suddenly dilated. A barely audible sob escaped her throat, a sound weaker than a mosquito's buzz, a mixture of utter submission to Lin Xuan and the instinctive trembling of her body.

After completely releasing his pent-up emotions, Lin Xuan let out a barely audible, low groan.

Hearing Lin Xuan's gentle voice, Hu Fei obediently agreed, "Okay! Fei'er will listen to Brother Lin!"

Footsteps followed, and Hu Fei's small figure ran out happily.

Qin Shushen slowly crawled out from under the table, her delicate body trembling violently, as if she had been pulled from ice water and then scorched by fire. Her cheeks were so red they seemed to bleed, and her lips were slightly swollen.

Her eyes welled up with tears, her body went limp, and she covered her face tightly with her hands. She felt ashamed of her actions, yet also overwhelmed by the deep love she felt for Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan bent down, helped her up from the ground, and then held her soft body tightly in his arms.

Qin Shushen nestled in his arms, somewhat dazed, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from his chest. That familiar scent enveloped her once more. Her body was instinctively drawn to him, yearning for his comfort.

Lin Xuan buried his head in her hair, gently stroking her trembling back with his palm, and whispered a loving compliment in her ear:

"Sister, it's okay. You did a great job just now."

Qin Shushen hugged him tightly, burying her head in his firm chest, nestling against him obediently, enjoying the sweetness of being completely possessed and controlled by him.

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Author's Note: This chapter is a bit naughty. Please vote! The book's performance is terrible.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Farewell, Back to the Ancient Tomb

Inside the inn, time seems to be slowed down by a gentle hand, flowing quietly and peacefully.

In the past few days, Qin Shushen and Lin Xuan's relationship has grown even stronger.

Hu Fei has fully recovered and is even more lively and active than before. He pesters Lin Xuan to tell him stories of the martial arts world every day, or chases and plays around in the inn. His childish laughter dispels the gloom of the past few days and fills the entire inn with vitality.

"Brother Lin, I can run even faster today! Look!" Hu Fei excitedly showed off, running around the inn's pillar a few times, his little face beaming with a healthy glow.

Looking at her son's energetic appearance, Qin Shushen's eyes and brows were filled with joy. She moved gracefully to Lin Xuan's side, her figure exquisite and shapely, and even in ordinary clothes, she could not hide the charm of a mature woman.

Her voice was soft, tinged with an indescribable sigh: "Young Master, Fei'er's illness has been completely cured, and she is even healthier than before. I truly do not know how I can repay her in this lifetime... but..."

As she spoke, her bright and captivating eyes held an indescribable longing and deep affection, reflecting Lin Xuan's figure like a deep pool.

She knew that Hu Fei's recovery also meant it was time for her to leave. As the female knight of the Hu family and the inheritor of the sword technique, she had a responsibility to protect the Hu family's century-old reputation and to personally guide Hu Fei's growth.

She had completely succumbed to Lin Xuan's advances, willingly indulging in his gentleness and domineering nature. However, the deep-rooted code of honor and maternal responsibility within her heart acted as an invisible spur, making her feel the heavy burden on her shoulders even as she experienced sweetness.

Looking at her now, so spirited yet tender, Lin Xuan felt a surge of affection. Her curvaceous figure was subtly revealed beneath her simple clothes, adding to her mature charm.

These past few days, Qin Shushen's charm and gentleness have brought him a sense of satisfaction.

But he also knew that all good things must come to an end. Qin Shushen's words meant that it was time to part ways.

"Sister Qin, you flatter me. I am very pleased with Fei'er's recovery." Lin Xuan gently stroked Qin Shushen's soft hair, feeling the warmth and elasticity of her hair in his palm, which carried a faint fragrance.

He leaned close to her ear, feeling her soft breath brush against his earlobe, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine.

Qin Shushen's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

She gazed at Lin Xuan with deep affection, her eyes filled with reluctance yet also with the unwavering resolve of a descendant of the Hu family. Deeply entangled in love, she refused to let personal feelings cloud her judgment; she had her mission, and her son needed her guidance even more.

"Young master, it's not that I want to leave you, but if Fei'er's Hu family swordsmanship is left untaught, I will be ashamed before our ancestors. Fei'er also needs me to take him home so he can be properly trained." Qin Shushen's voice was slightly hoarse, but every word was clear, expressing her determination.

Seeing her independent yet considerate demeanor, Lin Xuan's heart fluttered. He gently pulled her into his arms, feeling the softness and warmth of her mature and voluptuous body. The unique charm of a mature woman stirred his heart.

He knew that at this moment, there was no need for many words; he only needed to give her a promise, a promise that she could rely on and look forward to in the future.

"Sister Qin, I understand you. You are the matriarch of the Hu family, and the Hu family's swordsmanship has maintained the Hu family's reputation for centuries. Fei'er is the hope of the Hu family." Lin Xuan whispered in her ear, every word revealing his understanding and respect for her, yet also carrying an undeniable possessiveness.

"Go back with peace of mind. Raise Fei'er well and I will personally visit the Hu Family Manor in the future. I will never break my promise."

Nestled in Lin Xuan's arms, Qin Shushen felt a warmth in her heart upon hearing this solemn promise; all her struggles and anxieties seemed to find their home. This wasn't just empty sweet talk, but a reason for her to wait.

She mustered her courage, raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, and with a choked but firm voice, told Lin Xuan the address of Hu Family Manor in detail, every word filled with deep hope. She believed in this man; from the moment he saved Hu Fei until this tender promise, he had never let her down.

Lin Xuan gently stroked her cheek, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, his eyes filled with deep affection: "Sister Qin, go back in peace."

As they parted, Qin Shushen pressed her body close to Lin Xuan, greedily inhaling his cool masculine scent and feeling the warmth and firmness of his chest, as if she wanted to remember this moment forever.

Lin Xuan returned a deep, passionate kiss, consuming all the oxygen in her mouth and leaving her dizzy. He reluctantly released her only when she could barely breathe.

The next morning, as the sun rose, golden rays bathed the area in front of the inn.

Qin Shushen, holding Hu Fei's hand, stood gracefully before Lin Xuan. She had changed into her usual simple and elegant dress, which made her figure appear even taller and more slender in the morning light. Although she wore light makeup, it couldn't hide the weariness and a hint of melancholy in her eyes.

She gazed at Lin Xuan with deep affection, a thousand words unspoken, but in the end, they all turned into a soft sigh and a firm, resolute admonition: "Take care, young master. Fei'er and I await your arrival." Her tone was filled with affection, as well as the straightforwardness and decisiveness unique to women of the martial world.

Hu Fei also tugged at Lin Xuan's sleeve reluctantly: "Brother Lin, when...when are you going to come see me?"

Lin Xuan squatted down, rubbed Hu Fei's head, and said gently with a smile, "Fei'er, be good. Brother Lin will come to see you soon. You must listen to your mother at home and learn the Hu family sword technique well."

He straightened up, nodded to Qin Shushen, his eyes filled with profound meaning, everything unspoken.

Shuang'er stood to the side, watching Qin Shushen leave, feeling a pang of reluctance. Qin Shushen's gentleness and kindness these past few days had given her a sense of home. She watched Hu Fei's lively figure disappear, then glanced at Lin Xuan's calm profile, but asked no further questions.

As he watched the mother and son's carriage gradually disappear into the distance, vanishing at the end of the country road, Lin Xuan's lips curled into a faint smile.

Lin Xuan simply said to Shuang'er, "Shuang'er, I have to go up the mountain and leave the inn for a while to take care of some things." Shuang'er obediently agreed and didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Xuan didn't delay any longer. That very night, he quietly left the inn again, his figure disappearing into the night of Zhongnan Mountain. He didn't inform anyone; even Shuang'er thought he was just going out briefly.

The night sky over Zhongnan Mountain was dotted with stars, and the Milky Way hung high. The mountain wind was biting, blowing against Lin Xuan's clothes, but it could not shake his determined steps. He used his lightness skill, his figure moving like a ghost through the dense forest, heading straight for the Ancient Tomb Sect.

Half an hour later, Lin Xuan appeared at the entrance of the Ancient Tomb Sect. The air here carried a hint of the perennial cold and dampness, a stark contrast to the warmth of the inn at the foot of the mountain.

He pushed open the stone door with practiced ease and entered the long passageway. A few dim oil lamps lit the passageway, their light weak and flickering, casting long and short shadows of him, adding to the sense of mystery.

When he stepped into the spacious stone chamber deep inside the ancient tomb, the first thing that caught his eye was a cold, eerie light.

In the center of the stone chamber, on an ancient vine bed, Little Dragon Girl, dressed in white, sat cross-legged, seemingly practicing her inner energy. Her skin was as white as snow, and her appearance was exquisitely beautiful, as if sculpted from ice and jade. She exuded a cool and aloof aura, untouched by the mortal world.

Beside the stone table, Li Mochou stood dressed in her Taoist robe, which, though loose, subtly outlined her tall figure. Her face was cold and indifferent as she silently wiped her whisk. Her eyes were sharp and icy, seemingly indifferent to everything in the world, yet carrying a sharp, unapproachable edge.