Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

"You flatter me, esteemed Taoist priests!"

The Seven Immortals of Quanzhen were speechless. They were all covered in dust and dirt, their internal energy in disarray, and their faces pale. They were a far cry from their previous dignified and otherworldly demeanor.

Qiu Chuji staggered a few steps, barely managing to stand, and looked at Lin Xuan with an extremely complicated expression.

He gave a bitter laugh and sighed, "Young Master Lin's martial arts are extraordinary, and his knowledge far surpasses ours. I, Qiu, have roamed the martial world for decades, and only today do I realize that there are always people more capable than us, and that there are always higher realms to conquer!"

He sighed again: "Young Master Lin's martial arts talent is one in a hundred years! No, I'm afraid that in hundreds of years, there has never been a talent as extraordinary as Young Master Lin!"

Although the other Taoist priests were unwell, they all bowed respectfully to Lin Xuan, their eyes filled with admiration. They knew in their hearts that Lin Xuan had never truly killed them from beginning to end, leaving them utterly convinced of his defeat.

After a moment of calming his breathing, Ma Yu's expression softened slightly. He looked at Lin Xuan with intense eyes and asked:

"Young Master Lin, what you just displayed... was it the Innate Skill?"

Lin Xuan nodded calmly: "Yeah, I guess so."

He did not lie.

“But…but the Innate Skill is our master’s unique skill. It requires complete focus and enlightenment to learn! None of us seven disciples have even been personally taught this skill by our master…how could you learn it?” Liu Chuxuan couldn’t help but ask, his eyes filled with confusion.

This is not just a matter of talent, but also a matter of opportunity.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly:

"To my shame, by chance, I once read some letters written by Grandmaster Wang Chongyang. The letters roughly described some of the mysteries of the Innate Skill and the principles of its circulation. I found it quite ingenious at the time, so I tried it out, and unexpectedly, I learned it without even realizing it..."

His words sounded more fantastical than mythology to the Seven Masters of Quanzhen.

After reading just a few letters, he somehow learned Wang Chongyang's lifelong martial arts? And he even cultivated the legendary innate true qi!

This is simply an unprecedented and unheard-of martial arts miracle.

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen looked at each other, their hearts filled with nothing but bitter smiles and sighs.

They had devoted decades to rigorous training within the Quanzhen Sect, day and night, to barely reach their current level. Yet Lin Xuan, with just a few letters, surpassed everything they had ever sought, even exceeding their limits.

What could they say besides sighing?

"Sigh..." Ma Yu sighed deeply, his eyes showing both helplessness about his own talent and amazement at Lin Xuan's talent.

"Young Master Lin is a blessing to the martial arts world of our time." Qiu Chuji calmed his turbulent emotions.

He bowed deeply to Lin Xuan, his tone filled with respect: "In today's battle, we are utterly defeated. Young Master Lin's martial arts are unparalleled, and we will never try to keep you here again. If you give us any orders in the future, the entire Quanzhen Sect will not dare to disobey."

The others also cupped their hands in respect, saying, "Take care, Young Master Lin, and we'll meet again someday!"

Lin Xuan returned the greeting with clasped hands: "Thank you, fellow Daoists. Farewell."

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen said no more. They needed time to calm themselves, and more importantly, they had to deal with Zhao Zhijing's betrayal and the masked man's attempt to silence them. Supporting each other, they slowly retreated from the ancient temple.

Only after the seven figures completely disappeared into the night did Huo Qingtong recover from her shock.

As she approached Lin Xuan, her clear, bright eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

She looked at Lin Xuan, hesitant to speak, and finally just softly called out:

"Young Master Lin..."

His voice was filled with incredible adoration and a hint of indescribable tenderness.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Matter Is Over

Huo Qingtong stared at the cold corpses of Zhao Zhijing and the evil monk on the ground, as well as the parchment scraps that had been shredded into powder, her brows furrowed.

Her beautiful eyes, as bright as stars, shimmered with an extremely complex light.

Slowly withdrawing her gaze, she turned to Lin Xuan, her knuckles, which had been gripping the three-foot-long sword tightly, turning slightly white from the force.

"Young Master Lin..."

Huo Qingtong's clear voice echoed in the silent ancient temple, yet it carried a hint of barely perceptible hoarseness.

Clearly, the events of that night had deeply affected her and taken a heavy toll on her.

"Qing Tong has truly made a fool of himself in front of you, young master."

She moved gracefully to Lin Xuan, bowed deeply to him with her hands clasped, and spoke with a tone full of apology and guilt.

"If it weren't for your two rescues, first saving my life from that big monk's knife, and then blocking the masked bandit's flying knife, I would probably have died on the spot."

"I will forever remember this great kindness, and I have no way to repay it."

She paused, a hint of self-reproach appearing on her pretty face:

"Qing Tong was negligent and failed to protect Zhao Zhijing and the evil monk, which allowed the masked man to successfully silence them and destroy all the evidence."

"This matter was entirely due to Qing Tong's lack of martial arts skills and careless actions, and I am truly to blame. Not only did I fail to help Young Master Lin in the slightest, but I also added unnecessary complications. I apologize to Young Master Lin."

Huo Qingtong spoke sincerely. She was known for her extraordinary courage and boasted of her exceptional martial arts skills. She usually treated ordinary men with disdain.

However, at this moment, in front of Lin Xuan, she put down all her arrogance and pride, leaving only the open-mindedness of a chivalrous person.

She knew that if it weren't for Lin Xuan, the consequences of her fighting that evil monk to exhaustion today would have been unimaginable; and the fact that Zhao Zhijing, as a key witness, was silenced under her protection was causing her immense inner turmoil.

Looking at the dashing woman before him, Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

This woman is not only stunningly beautiful, but also possesses a rare straightforwardness and sense of responsibility.

She did not shirk responsibility but frankly admitted her mistakes, which is especially rare in the cutthroat world of business.

He smiled slightly, stepped forward, reached out, and gently patted Huo Qingtong's shoulder:

"Miss Huo, you flatter me. We are both acting for the greater good, so how can we talk about apologizing?"

His palm, carrying a warm and peaceful power, touched Huo Qingtong's firm yet elastic skin through her slightly thin outfit.

That warmth was no ordinary feeling; it was the unique power of the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique within Lin Xuan's body, carrying a magical effect of calming people's hearts.

Huo Qingtong's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly.

That warmth instantly spread throughout her body, dispelling the chill and weariness in her heart. She could clearly feel the temperature of Lin Xuan's palm.

That warmth made the tension in her heart ease slightly.

She felt a strange sense of peace, as if all her troubles could be temporarily set aside in front of this man.

Lin Xuan continued, "Miss Huo, there's no need to blame yourself. That masked man's martial arts are unpredictable. Not only are his movements incredibly fast, but he is also decisive and ruthless, far beyond what ordinary masters can match. Even if it were me, it wouldn't be easy for him to act in such a split second."

"Young Master Lin is too modest," Huo Qingtong said sincerely. "It was Qingtong who made the mistake. I will never forget your kindness today. I will definitely pay you a visit another day to express my sincere gratitude and lend you my assistance!"

Lin Xuan smiled slightly and returned the greeting with a cupped hand. His voice was clear and melodious: "Take care, Miss Huo."

Huo Qingtong nodded slightly and looked deeply at Lin Xuan. In her eyes, besides admiration and gratitude, there was also a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Without saying another word, she gracefully mounted the horse, outlining her firm and alluring curves.

The crisp sound of hooves rang out, and the horse quickly disappeared into the distance on the mountain path, leaving only a dashing silhouette.

Lin Xuan watched her leave, a playful smile curving his lips.

Such a stunning beauty, with a chivalrous spirit, will surely be treated well when we meet again in the martial world!

The night remained deep, and a cold wind swept through.

Lin Xuan's figure streaked across the night sky like a streak of azure light.

Before long, the ancient tomb came into view.

When Lin Xuan quietly pushed open the tomb door, passed through the deep passageway, and returned to the stone chamber, he was surprised to find that Xiaolongnu was still awake.

She wore a pristine white dress that trailed on the ground, spotless, and her long, black hair cascaded down like an ink-black waterfall, making her stunningly beautiful face appear even more serene and aloof.

In the dim candlelight, her fair skin glowed, like the finest mutton fat jade, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen.

Her slender waist was so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, and beneath her graceful swan neck, her delicate collarbones were faintly visible, making her beauty seem otherworldly.

She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, like a lifeless jade sculpture, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

On her cool and aloof face, there was a subtle hint of... contemplation.

Hearing footsteps, Xiaolongnu slowly raised her head.

Those autumn eyes, which should have been as clear as ice, now had a faint ripple on them as they stared straight at him.

"You're back."

Her voice remained cold and clear, like ice beads tapping on a jade plate, devoid of any emotion.

Lin Xuan's heart inexplicably warmed.

He stepped forward, and the delicate fragrance of her body, like plum blossoms after a snowfall, lingered around his nose.

"Miss Long, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Lin Xuan's voice was gentle.

Little Dragon Girl gently shook her head, her voice soft yet clear:

"I saw you go out in the middle of the night."

She raised her eyes, her clear and beautiful eyes looking intently at Lin Xuan, without any emotion, simply stating a fact.

"Where...did you go? What happened?"

Her eyes held a hint of hazy curiosity, no longer the detached indifference of the past.

This subtle change stirred something within Lin Xuan.

He knew that Xiaolongnu rarely showed such obvious attention to people.

And now, she's actually waiting for me until now because I went out in the middle of the night, and even... taking the initiative to ask me.

This is a huge breakthrough.

A playful smile appeared on Lin Xuan's lips, making the dim stone chamber seem exceptionally bright.

He reached out and gently grasped Xiaolongnu's slender, cold little hand, which was resting on her knee.

The tip of Xiaolongnu's finger trembled almost imperceptibly.

Her body stiffened for a moment.

She didn't pull her hand away, but her eyebrows twitched very slightly, and her gaze fell on their clasped hands with some confusion.

She didn't seem to understand the meaning of his gesture, but she didn't resist. She just let him hold her hand and felt the unfamiliar, dry warmth.

Lin Xuan tightened his grip, feeling the soft, boneless touch in his palm, and gazed at her cool and beautiful face.

He spoke softly:

"Miss Long, are you concerned about me?"

Little Dragon Girl's body visibly stiffened again.

Her face, already as fair as the moon, now seemed like a transparent jade illuminated by candlelight.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her gaze lowered hesitantly, avoiding Lin Xuan's burning gaze.

She did not answer.

She simply let him hold her hand, feeling that unfamiliar warmth and her somewhat chaotic...heartbeat.

Silence fell over the stone chamber.

Only the flickering candlelight gently swayed, drawing the two figures very close, very close.

Lin Xuan felt a surge of joy upon seeing this rare hint of confusion and hesitation in her eyes.

He knew that the iceberg was finally showing signs of melting before his eyes.

He held her hand quietly, warming her slightly cool fingertips with his own palm.

for a long time.

Little Dragon Girl gave a barely audible "hmm".

The sound was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz; if Lin Xuan hadn't possessed profound inner strength, it would have been almost inaudible.

Lin Xuan understood immediately, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He placed his other hand over her, gently enveloping her entire soft hand in his palm.

"I'm fine. I just went out to take care of a small matter, and it's all taken care of now. Don't worry."

He reassured her softly, his tone steady and reliable.

Little Dragon Girl did not look up, but simply let him hold her hand.