Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

She felt her heart was greatly comforted at this moment, and it seemed that Lin Xuan had shared some of the heavy burden she had been carrying.

"Xuan'er... what you said is truly enlightening!" Huang Rong exclaimed sincerely, her voice trembling slightly, revealing the shock she felt at that moment.

She didn't even care that Guo Jing was beside her, and walked straight to Lin Xuan's side. Her silk skirt swayed gently with her quick steps, and her graceful waist and full breasts were faintly visible, exuding a captivating allure.

She stopped in front of Lin Xuan, her beautiful, insightful eyes fixed on him, as if trying to see right through him.

In her eyes, besides amazement, there was also a deep fascination and longing for talent.

"If we follow your suggestion, how exactly should it be implemented? How should those 'markers' embedded with intelligence be designed to ensure they are unique and cannot be used against them?"

Guo Jing was surprised to see Huang Rong so excited, but when he saw the worry on his wife's face disappear, he was relieved. He knew that anything Rong'er approved of was definitely a good plan.

Lin Xuan could see that Huang Rong was completely convinced by his scheme, and her trust in him had reached a new level. He was overjoyed, but he remained humble on the surface.

"Master, you flatter me. The design of the markings needs to take into account the actual situation in the city, such as the special seal of Guo Jing's master's brother-in-law, or the serial number that is only used for specific batches of military equipment."

"As for the channels of information transmission, we can set up multiple layers of mystery, so that even if the Mongols obtain the intelligence, they will not be able to determine its source and will be led by the nose by us..."

He meticulously explained each step, presenting each interconnected link like a work of art. From selecting suitable "whistleblowers" to using the daily activities of the city's residents as cover, and then to monitoring the reverse intelligence feedback.

Huang Rong nodded repeatedly, and a genuine smile appeared on her lips, which had been slightly stiff from overthinking.

She even couldn't help but gently pat Lin Xuan's shoulder with her slender, jade-like hand several times to show her approval.

Her fingertips were soft and supple, and each light touch sent a tingling sensation through Lin Xuan, as if an electric current was running through him.

He clearly felt that through this close contact and spiritual resonance, the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique was operating excitedly, absorbing the pure and powerful primordial Yin energy from Huang Rong.

This absorption through "mind-body connection" is far more effective than previous foot baths and breast guidance.

While Huang Rong was focused on the plan he was telling her, she was completely absorbed and unaware of the loss of her own energy. On the contrary, she felt excited and full of energy because of Lin Xuan's "inspiration".

Lin Xuan felt a surge of joy. This was not merely an increase in power, but also an unprecedented satisfaction of his soul's deepest desire for conquest and control.

"Xuan'er, you...you are truly a genius!" Huang Rong said with deep emotion, her eyes even showing a hint of admiration as she looked at Lin Xuan.

Guo Jing stepped forward, patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder, and a sincere smile appeared on his rugged face: "Xuan'er, you have done a great service today! If this plan succeeds, it can relieve Xiangyang's urgent crisis!"

Huang Rong's bright eyes were now completely focused on Lin Xuan.

The fatigue had vanished from her beautiful face, replaced by an unprecedented radiance and vitality.

She even felt that her heart, which had been burdened by national affairs and responsibilities for many years, had found a rare point of resonance with Lin Xuan.

She had never felt so clearly that a young person's mindset could so perfectly compensate for her own shortcomings and even show her more possibilities.

"Xuan'er, from this day forward, you will stay by my side. We will discuss intelligence and strategies regarding Xiangyang City together!"

Huang Rong's tone was filled with unquestionable certainty, reflecting her complete trust and reliance on Lin Xuan's abilities.

Lin Xuan remained expressionless. He knew this was exactly what he wanted.

He became Huang Rong's indispensable strategist, allowing him to spend more time with her.

"This disciple will certainly not fail in his mission!" Lin Xuan replied respectfully.

Chapter Nine: Huang Rong is Exhausted

Lin Xuan's plan was like a timely rain after a long drought, bringing a glimmer of hope to Xiangyang City. Huang Rong and Guo Jing immediately decided to implement the strategies of "information counter-infiltration" and "psychological warfare." However, this was no easy task that could be accomplished overnight.

From drafting fabricated intelligence to meticulously setting up the elaborate scheme, every step required precise calculations and rigorous execution. These heavy responsibilities fell almost entirely on Huang Rong's shoulders. She had to strategize, deploy the Beggars' Sect disciples, and coordinate with the city's garrison to ensure the plan's success.

She worked day and night, constantly on the go, even eating hastily and getting extremely little sleep. Even someone with an iron body would eventually find it too much to handle.

It was a scorching afternoon. Huang Rong had just returned from the city defense camp. Her elegant silk dress was slightly dusty, and her sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing her fair and delicate forearms. Her dark hair was a little loose, with a few strands playfully falling across her smooth forehead, adding to her disheveled and tired appearance.

She forced herself to walk into the study, attempting to continue reviewing the mountain of documents. However, as soon as her slender hand picked up a pen, she felt a stiff, aching pain in her right shoulder, as if weighed down by a thousand pounds. She instinctively rubbed it, but it was only a drop in the ocean.

Those eyes, usually so bright and lively, were now filled with weariness. Her exquisite face was pale and exhausted.

"Sigh..." Huang Rong sighed softly and put down her pen. She closed her eyes and rubbed her throbbing temples.

Lin Xuan entered the courtyard at that moment. He had come to report on the day's investigation into the spies' hideouts. He immediately noticed Huang Rong's current listless state and was secretly pleased, knowing that the time was ripe.

He walked straight to the outside of the study without looking to the side and bowed respectfully: "Master, Xuan'er has come to report."

Huang Rong slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze towards Lin Xuan carried a hint of weariness that was hard to conceal.

"Xuan'er, you've come." Her voice was hoarseer than usual, revealing a clear weariness.

"How are those things going?" she asked, though exhausted, her mind still clear.

Seeing her like this, Lin Xuan felt even more pity for her... however, this pity carried a different meaning.

"Reporting to Master, everything is progressing smoothly. I have followed your instructions and properly arranged the plan to lure the enemy. It will take effect in just a few days," Lin Xuan replied respectfully.

Huang Rong nodded, but her movements were unusually slow. Her usually straight back was now slightly hunched, showing the weight she was carrying.

Lin Xuan, with his keen observation skills, noticed that Huang Rong's shoulder and neck muscles were already very tense.

This was exactly the breakthrough he was looking for.

He asked with concern, "Master, I see you've been working hard lately, are you experiencing soreness or discomfort in your shoulders and neck?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong paused in her slender fingers, which were kneading her shoulders and neck. She looked at Lin Xuan in surprise, the same astonishment reappearing in her beautiful eyes.

"Xuan'er, how did you know?" she asked in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of doubt, as well as a sense of helplessness and exhaustion at having her secret exposed.

"After those few days of foot baths, I happened to flip through some ancient books and saw that they mentioned that the feet are the end of the body's Qi and blood circulation, while the shoulders and neck are the pivot. If the feet are fatigued and not released, the stagnant Qi can easily rise to the neck and shoulders, causing the meridians to be blocked, and even affecting the circulation of internal energy in martial arts."

Lin Xuan spoke sincerely.

“Ancient books have mentioned that a wise man used this method to relieve the shoulders and neck of his companions, calling it the method of ‘guiding the vital energy and returning to the breath’.”

He observed Huang Rong's expression and continued, "This method, through gentle massage, can clear blockages, guide qi downwards, and allow internal energy to flow smoothly, thus relieving fatigue. However, this method requires gentle yet firm hand strength and cannot be mastered in one go. If Master does not mind, this disciple..."

He paused, raised his eyes, and gazed sincerely and earnestly at Huang Rong's exquisite face.

"Disciple...is willing to serve Master. To relieve Master's shoulder and neck fatigue, so that Master can focus on the affairs of the country with peace of mind."

These words brought a brief silence back into the study.

Huang Rong's bright eyes were fixed on Lin Xuan. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, quickly spreading to her ears, like a peach blossom budding and about to bloom, delicate and beautiful.

Shoulders and neck! Huang Rong usually pays attention to etiquette and rules, and men and women should not touch each other, let alone such intimate contact.

"This...how can this be?!" Her voice was noticeably unnatural, even trembling slightly.

She tried to look away, but was captivated by Lin Xuan's clear and deep eyes.

"Master, I truly care about your health!" Seeing her hesitation, Lin Xuan knew the time wasn't right, so he played the filial piety card again.

“Master works tirelessly day and night for Xiangyang. If he were to harm his health due to exhaustion, it would be a misfortune for the people of Xiangyang! As his disciple, how can I stand by and watch Master work so hard without doing anything?”

His tone was impassioned and sincere, as if Huang Rong's refusal would be disregarding the greater good of the nation.

"The method I use is a health preservation method passed down from the ancients, which has nothing to do with men and women. Moreover, I only perform the procedure through clothing and will never overstep the bounds. It is only to help Master clear his meridians, invigorate his spirit, and defeat the Tartars as soon as possible."

He emphasized "doing it through clothing" in an attempt to dispel Huang Rong's concerns.

Huang Rong was torn by a fierce internal struggle. Reason told her that this was improper, but the soreness in her body and the wonderful comfort brought by the foot bath a few days ago were like invisible hooks, catching her heart.

Moreover, the pure and unadulterated sincerity in Lin Xuan's eyes at that moment made her feel cared for and valued like never before. This feeling was so unfamiliar to her, who had carried all the burdens on her shoulders for so many years.

She looked at the young man before her. His youthful face was tired, as if from his busy work, yet he was full of energy. His spirit of dedicating everything for her and for Xiangyang stirred her heart.

Ultimately, physical exhaustion and the tender longing in her heart for care broke down her last line of defense.

She took a light breath, and her full breasts rose and fell slightly, like a white jade sculpture, exuding a unique charm of a mature woman.

She slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling like two startled butterflies.

"This... never mind. Xuan'er, you... you just do it, but remember, you must not tell anyone else."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, as if she had used all her strength to utter those few words, carrying a sense of helpless compromise, and seemingly hiding some unspeakable shyness.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed upon hearing this. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately replied respectfully, "Disciple obeys!"

He walked behind Huang Rong, telling her not to get up. Huang Rong kept her eyes closed, her beautiful face a mixture of shyness and exhaustion, like a blooming lotus.

He stood still for a moment, savoring Huang Rong's faint fragrance, and then slowly reached out his hand.

He first hovered his palms lightly above her shoulders and neck, and then gently and slowly placed his hands on her shoulders and neck, which were covered by a silk dress.

To be precise, it was Huang Rong's shoulder. Her dark blue silk dress, made of soft and skin-friendly fabric, was a thin layer that clung to her warm skin.

Lin Xuan's palm, through the thin fabric, felt the warmth and smoothness of Huang Rong's skin, as well as the stiffness and soreness hidden deep in her shoulder and neck muscles.

He didn't rush to exert force, but instead gently massaged the back of Huang Rong's neck with his fingertips. That was where fatigue was most likely to accumulate.

He slowly moved his fingers down her long, graceful neck, and could clearly feel her soft skin and delicate bones wherever his fingertips touched.

"Master, I will apply force gently. If you feel any discomfort, please let me know," Lin Xuan said softly, his voice carrying a soothing gentleness.

Huang Rong didn't speak, but her body trembled slightly before she completely relaxed. She felt a warm force coming from Lin Xuan's fingertips, with a strange penetrating power, pressing precisely on her stiff spot.

The Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique was running wildly within Lin Xuan's body. He deliberately controlled the intensity of absorbing the primordial Yin, making it flow like a trickle, continuously seeping into his body from Huang Rong's shoulders and neck.

He could clearly sense that the purest primordial yin energy flowing along Huang Rong's meridians, ultimately being silently absorbed by his cultivation technique. This gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and abundant power.

Huang Rong felt an unprecedented sense of comfort instantly spread throughout her body. Starting from her shoulders and neck, the stiffness and soreness quickly dissipated as if ice and snow were melting, and a warm, tingling sensation spread from top to bottom, relaxing all the tendons in her body.

Her body trembled slightly, an instinctive reaction overwhelmed by ultimate comfort. She even felt her breathing become long and deep, as if every pore was cheering with joy.

Lin Xuan's fingers slowly moved from her neck to her shoulder. He could feel the roundness and suppleness of her shoulder, the voluptuous curves unique to mature women, faintly visible under the thin fabric, full of allure that made one's heart race.

He gently stroked her shoulder blade with the heel of his palm, while his fingertips circled around to below her collarbone, softly massaging it. He knew that this was where several important acupoints converged, and also one of the most sensitive areas.

"Master, here..." Lin Xuan whispered, as if only to guide her to cooperate. His breath, carrying his unique masculine scent, brushed against Huang Rong's ear, causing her delicate body to tremble again.

Huang Rong's pretty face grew even redder, as if shrouded in a layer of moisture. She felt her blood rushing through her body, and the tingling sensation within her grew stronger.

She could clearly feel Lin Xuan's fingertips; each touch carried a warm and precise power, like a skilled healer accurately reaching the root of her pain. The gentle friction through her clothes brought a strange sensation that made her blush and her heart race.

Lin Xuan gazed at her delicate body, which trembled slightly with comfort, his eyes growing increasingly profound. He shifted his palm slightly downwards, placing it at the junction of her neck and spine, where the Dazhui acupoint is located.

Using the unique energy cultivation method of the "Yin Yang Supplementing Technique," he infused his internal energy into her body, and combined it with massage techniques, as if he were clearing a blocked river for her.

Huang Rong felt an indescribable heat rise from her spine and instantly spread throughout her body. She could even clearly feel that the stagnant internal energy within her body seemed to be revitalized under the guidance of this power, flowing joyfully through her meridians.

Her fair shoulders revealed a captivating curve under Lin Xuan's palm. Her soft hair drifted between Lin Xuan's fingers, carrying a captivating fragrance.

Lin Xuan's palm was pressed firmly against Huang Rong's back. He could clearly feel every vertebra of her spine and the soft muscles attached to them. Her body was so graceful that even through her clothes, her exquisite curves stirred his heart.

Every now and then, he would 'inadvertently' run his fingers down the muscles along her spine, touching the edge of her slender waist. Each gentle stroke seemed to pluck a string in her heart.

"Master, do you feel much more relaxed?" Lin Xuan asked in a low voice, his tone gentle.

Huang Rong slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes filled with a hazy mist, as if she had just woken from a sweet dream. She turned to look at Lin Xuan, and the fatigue on her exquisite face had completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented radiance and captivating beauty.

"Xuan'er... your method is truly... miraculously effective." Her voice was soft and low, carrying a hint of languor after complete relaxation, as well as a subtle charm, as if all her strength had been drained away, and she was completely dependent on Lin Xuan.

She could feel that not only her shoulders and neck, but also her feet and her whole body, had been swept away. Her internal organs felt an unprecedented sense of well-being, and her internal energy flowed more smoothly.

This sense of comfort was something she had never experienced since marrying Guo Jing. Although Guo Jing loved her dearly, his steely personality made him inept at expressing such delicate care. Lin Xuan's appearance, however, filled that unknown void deep within her heart.

In her eyes, besides admiration for Lin Xuan's medical skills and martial arts talent, there was also an indescribable dependence on this meticulous care. She found that her resistance to Lin Xuan seemed to be crumbling faster and faster with each encounter.

He respectfully withdrew his hands, his face still bearing a humble smile: "As long as I can share my master's burdens, I will gladly die for him."

Huang Rong looked at him, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.

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Author's Note: Two more chapters tonight.

Chapter Ten: "Little Zhuge"

At dawn, the first rays of sunlight struggled to penetrate the lingering stench of blood over Xiangyang City, casting their light upon the crumbling city walls.

On the city wall, the clamor and fighting of yesterday have subsided, leaving only a chilly wind that stirs the tattered flags as they flutter.

However, beneath this desolation, an unprecedented energy and vitality surged forth.

The Mongol army camp, where the arrogant and domineering vanguard of the attack yesterday had been reduced to a scene of utter chaos and devastation.

The plan Lin Xuan presented a few days ago, after being carefully prepared by Guo Jing and Huang Rong, was perfectly executed last night.

The counter-espionage plot completely threw the Mongol army's internal intelligence system into chaos.

Those "little fish" who were cleverly turned by Lin Xuan unknowingly passed on a lot of misleading information that was a mixture of truth and falsehood.

When the Mongol army thought that a section of the city wall in the north of the city was "weak due to troop movements" and launched a fierce attack with its elite troops, what awaited them was a trap that had been laid in ambush for a long time.

The Empty City Stratagem was used to its fullest extent.

Beneath that seemingly abandoned section of the city wall, pre-dug secret passages and oil slicks became the burial ground for the Mongol army.