Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

A moment later, Zhao Min slowly opened her eyes, picked up a wooden spoon from the side of the bathtub, and scooped up a spoonful of warm water.

She raised her slender arm and slowly poured the spoonful of water down her smooth neck.

"Wow..."

Warm water flowed down her long, graceful neck, over her delicate collarbone, and then over her full breasts, which were already submerged in the water, before disappearing into the bathtub.

The water flow left traces on her skin, like tiny pearls, gliding over every inch of her skin, washing her smooth, creamy complexion even more translucent, as if coated with a thin halo.

She scooped up another spoonful of water and this time gently poured it over her face. The warm water washed over her usually striking face, smoothing away the few wet strands of hair on her forehead.

Water droplets clung to her long, curled eyelashes, sparkling like diamonds. When she looked up again, her face was covered with glistening water droplets, reflecting the candlelight and making her appear even more alluring and captivating, with a kind of ethereal, sacred beauty.

She was completely different from her usual cold and wise demeanor; her pretty face was even more radiant, like a flower just beginning to bloom, as beautiful as a rose.

She continued to scoop water, drenching her entire body again and again.

Each time the water flowed over her body, it made her curves clearer, yet more mysterious, amidst the misty spray.

She gently rubbed her damp hair with her hands, tidying it up behind her head to reveal her smooth forehead, making her beautiful face appear even more flawless.

Lin Xuan watched all of this quietly.

He could hear the sound of water splashing and even feel the hazy, sensual atmosphere in the air.

A smile spread across his face. Now, it's my turn!

Chapter 57: Zhao Min Calls Her Father

Lin Xuan quietly admired the "Beauty Emerging from Bath" painting before him.

He watched Zhao Min stretch her body in the water, her languid and relaxed posture completely different from the shrewd and intelligent Mongolian princess she usually was.

At this moment, her beauty was breathtaking, incomparably gorgeous, more like a delicate peony shrouded in mist, fragile, beautiful, and completely defenseless.

Lin Xuan took out a small bamboo section from his pocket. It was about the length of a finger and had some fine lines engraved on it. It looked ordinary.

This was one of the spoils he had looted from the real Yun Zhonghe: a specially made incense. This incense was colorless and had an extremely faint scent, almost imperceptible in the moisture, yet it could make a person feel numb all over their body without them even realizing it, rendering them completely unable to move.

However, the most insidious aspect is that the victim remains perfectly conscious, able to hear and speak, and clearly perceive everything in the outside world.

"I must say, these lecherous thieves' tools are truly ingenious and impossible to guard against," Lin Xuan thought to himself. He then removed the small plug from one end of the bamboo section and aimed the opening at the crack in the window. He channeled a wisp of internal energy and gently blew on the end of the bamboo section.

"puff……"

A wisp of smoke, almost imperceptible, as if alive, silently slipped through the window crack and drifted into the steamy room. The smoke dissolved upon contact with water, blending perfectly with the aromatherapy and moisture in the air, making it completely undetectable.

Inside the bathtub, Zhao Min closed her eyes to rest, enjoying this rare tranquility.

Suddenly, her delicate nose twitched slightly, as if she had caught a faint, unfamiliar scent in the air. The scent was peculiar, somewhat like some rare herb, yet with a hint of sweetness, fleeting and so quick that she thought it was her imagination.

She subconsciously sniffed, but could no longer smell that strange odor; only the fragrance filled the room.

She frowned slightly, a flicker of wariness crossing her mind, but it was quickly dispelled by her physical exhaustion and comfort. This was the heart of Yanziwu, heavily guarded, with the Xuanming Elders nearby protecting it. What danger could there be? She was probably just being paranoid.

Thinking this, she continued to relax, stretched out her jade-like arm, and wanted to scoop another spoonful of water to pour on her fragrant shoulder.

However, at that moment, her expression suddenly froze.

She discovered that her arm... was becoming somewhat unresponsive. It was a very strange feeling, as if her arm was no longer part of her body, becoming heavy and numb. She tried to exert force, but couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Huh?" Zhao Min was startled and tried to stand up from the bathtub.

But then something even more horrifying happened. Not just her arms, but also her legs, her slender waist, her neck… her entire body, except for her head which could still turn slightly, her eyes which could still blink, and her mouth which could still speak, was as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to move!

A chill instantly shot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, completely dispelling the warmth she had gained from the bath.

She's been poisoned!

In this heavily guarded place, I was caught off guard without anyone noticing!

Lin Xuan observed all her subtle changes from outside the window, from her initial confusion to her current shock. He knew that the drug had fully taken effect.

The time has come.

He moved like a ghost, slipping through the window without making a sound, and landed lightly as if a night breeze had swept by.

He didn't rush to show himself, but instead took slow, deliberate steps and quietly walked behind the screen, coming to stand behind Zhao Min.

Warm steam, carrying an alluring fragrance, wafted towards them. Before them lay Zhao Min's snow-white back, as white as snow, and her cascading black hair, like a waterfall, floated on the water's surface, outlining her stunning waist and hip curves—a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"Princess, was the hot bath... comfortable?"

A frivolous, lewd, and slightly hoarse male voice suddenly rang out in the silent room.

The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in Zhao Min's ears!

"Who?!" Zhao Min was shocked, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

She never imagined that a man would appear in her room without her noticing! And at the very moment when she was most unprepared, most vulnerable, and exposed!

She desperately tried to turn around, wanting to see the face of the person behind her, but her stiff neck only allowed her to turn very slightly, making it impossible for her to see Lin Xuan standing directly behind her.

Fear, shame, anger—a flood of emotions surged through me.

But Zhao Min is Zhao Min after all. Even in such a desperate situation, she still forced herself to calm down in the shortest amount of time.

Although her radiant face was slightly pale with shock, her tone remained calm, exuding a dignified air that commanded respect and prevented anyone from looking directly at her: "Who are you? Why have you trespassed into my bedroom?"

Lin Xuan listened to her feigned composure and secretly admired her. No wonder she was a woman who could turn the Central Plains martial arts world upside down; her composure was far beyond that of ordinary women.

He decided to play the lewd character of "Yun Zhonghe" to the end, letting out a series of lewd laughs that echoed in the empty room, sounding particularly jarring.

"Who I am is not important, what is important is..." Lin Xuan's voice trailed off, filled with naked desire, "What is important is that the noble Mongolian princess is currently bathing naked in front of me. How can I, a notorious lecher in the martial arts world, resist such a sensual scene?"

Upon hearing the words "lecherous thief," Zhao Min's heart sank. Her worst fears had come true. Falling into the hands of such a person would have unimaginable consequences.

"Since you know my identity, you should also know what the consequences will be if you harm me." Her voice turned icy, filled with a threatening tone. "I advise you to leave immediately, and I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, the iron cavalry of the Great Yuan will tear you to pieces!"

"Oh my, Princess, what a magnificent sight!" Lin Xuan exclaimed exaggeratedly, as if startled, but then his tone shifted, becoming even more lewd. "But, to die beneath a peony is to die a romantic death. To be able to kiss the beauty of such a stunning woman as the Princess, even if I were crushed into mincemeat by the Yuan cavalry, it would be worth it!"

As he spoke, Lin Xuan slowly stretched his hands out from behind Zhao Min towards the front.

Zhao Min couldn't see, but she could feel a pair of men's hands, burning hot, slowly approaching her cheek. Her heart raced instantly, overwhelmed by humiliation and disgust.

Those hands eventually landed on her face.

Lin Xuan's fingers gently stroked her smooth, delicate cheek. The touch sent shivers down Zhao Min's spine. She wanted to dodge, to turn her head away, but she couldn't.

Lin Xuan's fingers, like a discerning connoisseur, traced across her radiant, rose-like face.

First, he traced her eyebrows with his fingertips, those spirited eyebrows.

Then he touched her eyes. He gently ran his fingers over her closed eyelids, feeling the eyelashes flutter slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly.

Next came her high, straight, and beautiful nose. My fingers slid down her nose and finally stopped on her well-defined cherry lips.

Zhao Min felt utterly disgusted. The feeling of being caressed and treated like a trophy was worse than death. Her teeth clenched, and her chest heaved violently, revealing her extreme inner turmoil.

"Your Excellency... if you're a man, give me a quick death!" she spat out through gritted teeth.

"Feeling good? Hehe, Princess, don't be in such a hurry. We have plenty of time to take our time with these exciting things." Lin Xuan's laughter became increasingly lewd, and then he made an even bolder move.

After lingering on Zhao Min's lips for a moment, his fingers gently probed between her tightly closed teeth.

"Ugh!" Zhao Min was caught off guard, feeling a warm and rough foreign object being forced into her mouth. An unprecedented sense of humiliation and disgust rushed to her head, making her want to vomit.

She wanted to push that hateful finger out with her tongue, and bite it hard with her teeth, to let this lecher know how powerful she was.

However, under the influence of the drug, although her tongue could still move, it was weak and powerless. The little force she exerted on Lin Xuan's fingers did not cause any harm. Instead, it seemed as if she was being coquettish, gently licking his fingers.

She couldn't even muster the strength to bite down; for a martial arts master, that little bit of biting force was no different from scratching an itch.

This powerless resistance, ironically, brought a strange sensation to Lin Xuan's fingers. The warm, moist mouth and the clumsy yet nimble touch of the fragrant tongue stirred a peculiar ripple in his heart.

Lin Xuan thought to himself, "Goodness, Zhao Min's tongue is really flexible. If she used it to serve me down there, wouldn't it be so comfortable that I would die?" This thought flashed through his mind, and he continued to play the role of a lecher (actually, he didn't need to play the role).

Zhao Min sobbed in protest, unable to utter a complete sentence. Her cheeks flushed crimson with shame and indignation, and her eyes even welled up with tears. She had never suffered such humiliation!

Lin Xuan played with it for a while before finally pulling his finger out, bringing with it a strand of glistening saliva.

"Tsk tsk, the princess's saliva, it really tastes good." He deliberately smacked his lips, making a nauseating sound.

"You... shameless!" Zhao Min finally managed to speak, her voice hoarse with anger. But she knew that mere threats were no longer effective; she had to find another way.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her voice: "Your Excellency, if you leave now, I guarantee that I will forgive and forget. I swear on the honor of the Mongol Golden Family that I will never pursue this matter. What do you want? Gold and silver? High office and generous salary? As long as I can provide it, I can give it to you."

"Princess, even at this point, you're still trying to negotiate and threaten me?" Lin Xuan's laughter was full of sarcasm. This time, his hands didn't linger on her face, but slowly... sank into the water.

The warm pool water did not hinder the movement of his hands.

Zhao Min felt those sinful hands slowly moving in the water, first caressing her firm, flat abdomen, bringing a shivering itch, then moving upwards, finally covering her full, snow-white breasts.

"!!!"

Zhao Min's body trembled violently, and her mind went completely blank for a moment.

It was a feeling she had never experienced before. A man's hands, through a layer of warm water, brazenly grasped her trembling, snow-white breasts, those firm, youthful breasts. The rough palms rubbed against her delicate skin, bringing a strong, strange sensation. The feeling was a mixture of humiliation and disgust at being violated, and a strange, unfamiliar tingling sensation that made her body instinctively tremble.

For the first time, her body was being played with in this way by someone other than herself.

She wanted to scream, to shout for help, to have the guards and the two elders of Xuanming rush in and tear this villain to pieces. But reason held her firmly in check.

She can't scream!

If someone were to burst in, what would they see? She would be soaking naked in a bathtub, her body being wantonly violated by a man. At that point, even if the lecherous man were killed, her innocence and reputation would be utterly ruined.

How could Zhao Min, the proud and arrogant Princess Shaomin, tolerate appearing in front of the world in such a wretched state?

The shame and indignation she felt were enough to make her commit suicide on the spot.

Weighing the two options, she could only bite her lip tightly, swallowing back all her screams and cries.

"Your Excellency...please...don't do this..." Her voice finally broke into a sob and a plea. The pride and toughness that belonged to a person in a superior position began to crumble little by little in the face of absolute disadvantage and humiliation. "Let me go...whatever you want, I'll give you..."

Seeing that she was starting to back down, Lin Xuan knew that the time was right. But he wasn't about to let Zhao Min off so easily.

"Hehe, Princess, don't be afraid. My hands can hurt people."

As he spoke, his hands became even more unrestrained in the water, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, sometimes kneading, sometimes pinching, savoring the breathtakingly smooth, snowy cleavage, its astonishing softness and elasticity. Under his caresses, Zhao Min's body trembled involuntarily, her skin flushing an alluring pink.

She could only helplessly endure it all, and finally, tears streamed down her face, dripping into the warm pool water and disappearing instantly.

Lin Xuan felt the time was right, and he slowly took out a clean handkerchief from behind him.

"Princess, your eyes are bright and beautiful, but unfortunately, the murderous aura within them is too strong, and it frightens me." As he spoke, he folded the handkerchief into a strip, went around behind Zhao Min, and tied it around her head, completely covering her eyes.

Suddenly plunged into darkness, which heightened Zhao Min's other senses. The touch of the hands on her body and the lewd laughter in her ears became incredibly clear, making her even more terrified and helpless.

"What...what exactly do you want!" she asked through gritted teeth.

Lin Xuan's laughter rang in her ears: "After traveling for so many days, I'm quite tired. Seeing that the princess's bathtub is big enough, how about... we take a bath together to relax, hehe..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Min heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off behind her.

Her heart sank to the bottom.

Finished!

This lecherous thief...he wants to...

Zhao Min's mind was in chaos; she began to panic. If her purity were to be tainted by such a person, she would rather die immediately!

"Splash—"

A louder splash of water rang out, and Zhao Min felt a warm, naked male body squeeze into the already small bathtub.

She moved forward passively, but the tub was too small, and the man's chest remained pressed tightly against her snow-white breasts. The sensation of their skin touching was so intense it drove her crazy. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, the contours of his firm muscles, and even... the subtle changes in a certain part of his body caused by excitement, brushing against her pert, round buttocks through the water.

Panic, an unprecedented panic, gripped Zhao Min's heart. If this continued, she feared her innocence would truly be in jeopardy!

"Your Excellency! Don't... don't panic! We can talk things over! We can talk things over!" Her once dignified and aloof face was now pale with extreme panic, her voice trembling uncontrollably as she began to plead desperately.

Lin Xuan's hands had now moved away from her full, voluptuous breasts and instead wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her soft body completely into his embrace.

His hands roamed over her firm abdomen and waist, constantly igniting a strange fire within her body.

"Oh? What else does the princess want to discuss with me?" Lin Xuan's voice rang in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, making her shrink back sensitively.

"I...I am also a person who cherishes women, and I really can't bear to force myself on the princess like this." Lin Xuan changed the subject, and his tone seemed to become more "sincere." "How about this, princess, promise me two things. As long as you do them, I promise I will leave immediately and will never defile the princess's purity. What do you say?"

In the darkness, these words were like a lifeline, giving Zhao Min, who was on the verge of despair, a glimmer of hope.

"Really?" she asked eagerly.

"Although I am a lecher, I still have some sense of morality," Lin Xuan shamelessly tried to glorify himself.

“Okay! Tell me! Which two things? As long as I can do them, I will not refuse!” Zhao Min quickly agreed, afraid that he would change his mind.