Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Abi was the most shy. She knelt on the other side of the bathtub, holding a cloth, and gently wiped Lin Xuan's calves and ankles. Her movements were as gentle as willow catkins brushing the water's surface, with a hint of timidity, afraid of hurting him.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes, enjoying the service of the three women.

Three young girls, one gentle, one lively, and one demure, all surrounded him, expressing their love and respect for him in their own ways.

Inside the bathroom, only the sound of rushing water and the soft, suppressed breathing of the three women could be heard.

The atmosphere, amidst the silence and steam, gradually became enchanting.

After taking a bath, Lin Xuan stood up from the tub.

Water droplets rolled down his body.

The three women quickly grabbed the clean cloths that had been prepared beforehand and hurriedly began to wipe the water off his body. As the soft cloths touched his body and moved downwards, Azhu and Abi visibly froze, their cheeks turning as red as the evening glow.

Lin Xuan stood naked in front of them, his posture upright like a pine tree, his magnificent member, even in a relaxed state, exposed to their eyes without any concealment.

Shuang'er dried his back, then naturally stepped aside to prepare clean clothes for him, leaving this precious opportunity to the two new sisters.

The air seemed to freeze.

Azhu's heart was pounding faster than ever before. An incredibly audacious idea was growing wildly in her mind.

She remembered that night when Young Master Lin rescued them, and in a state of turmoil and despair, they cried and begged him... to take him... Although the memory of that time was blurry, the ultimate pleasure of being completely possessed by him was clearly imprinted deep within her body.

She also wanted to make him happy, in order to prove her feelings.

She glanced at Abi beside her and noticed that Abi was also blushing and secretly looking in that direction. In her clear eyes, there was the same curiosity, shyness, and longing.

Azhu took a deep breath, as if she had made the most important decision of her life.

She put down the cloth in her hand, her knees buckled, and she slowly knelt down in front of Lin Xuan.

This action made Abi tremble, and it also made the smile in Lin Xuan's eyes deepen.

Azhu felt flustered by his gaze, but she still mustered her courage and stretched out her slightly trembling, delicate hands, gently reaching for his magnificent presence.

When her fingers first touched that vibrant, life-giving entity, she trembled violently and almost cried out in surprise.

That thing, in her soft palm, quickly awakened, swelled, and became as hard as iron, frighteningly hot.

She was so startled she almost let go, but seeing the encouraging smile in Lin Xuan's eyes, she finally bit her lip and held it firmly in her hand. So...so big...that was the only thought in her mind.

"Young master..." she called out in a sweet, nasal voice, her tone full of shyness, sounding like she was both being coquettish and pleading.

Then, she raised her head, looked at Abi who was also blushing, and gestured with her eyes.

Abi was incredibly clever and immediately understood what Azhu meant. Her heart pounded even faster, but looking into Azhu's resolute eyes and then at Lin Xuan, she knew she couldn't back down.

Her face flushed, she followed Azhu's example and slowly knelt down, moving to the other side. She stretched out her trembling hands and, together with Azhu, grasped the enormous thing that both terrified and captivated them.

“We…we want to…serve the young master…” Azhu’s voice was as soft as a mosquito’s hum, but it was crystal clear in the quiet bath room.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, said nothing, and simply nodded, which was considered as consent.

Upon receiving his approval, both women's hearts pounded violently, as if they were about to leap out of their chests.

They exchanged a glance and saw nervousness and shyness in each other's eyes.

They bent down and slowly lowered their heads.

Azhu was the boldest. She closed her eyes, opened her delicate cherry lips, and tentatively took the menacing tip into her mouth.

"Well!"

The unprecedented experience caused her body to stiffen abruptly, letting out a soft groan. The thing was even larger than she had imagined, leaving her somewhat bewildered.

Her skills were far too immature.

Her cherry lips parted awkwardly, as if she didn't even know how to breathe. Her teeth accidentally bumped into the hard object, causing Lin Xuan to let out a low groan, which startled her so much that she quickly adjusted her posture.

She didn't know how much force to use, nor how to swallow or spit, so she could only rely on instinct and clumsily hold it in.

Seeing this, Abi followed suit, bending down from the other side, opening her small mouth, and taking the middle part into her mouth.

The two little heads huddled together, clumsy yet incredibly earnest, trying to please Lin Xuan in their own way.

At this moment, Shuang'er, who had returned with clean clothes, saw the scene before her.

A smile appeared on her gentle face.

She put down her clothes, walked to Lin Xuan, and slowly knelt down between A Zhu and A Bi.

“Sister Azhu, Sister Abi,” her voice was soft, with a hint of pride from someone who had been through it all, “it’s not like that.”

Her appearance was like a pardon to Azhu and Abi, who were in a predicament. They quickly looked up, their faces flushed and pleading.

Shuang'er said softly, "Serving the young master requires diligence."

Without further hesitation, she tilted her delicate face up and glanced at Lin Xuan, her eyes filled with love. Then, she leaned down and parted her cherry lips…

Shuang'er's movements were far more skillful than theirs.

Her warm, delicate tongue deftly circled the sensitive tip, each lick perfectly timed. She knew how to caress with her soft cheeks, how to swallow deeply and gently, and how to observe the young master's reactions out of the corner of her eye so she could adjust accordingly.

"Um……"

Lin Xuan let out a comfortable sigh of relief. A Zhu and A Bi, who were standing to the side, stared in disbelief, their cheeks turning even redder, and a strong desire to learn arose in their hearts.

"Do you see?" Shuang'er raised her head, her lips glistening with moisture. She gently instructed, "Be gentle, make sure the young master can feel it, your lips, your tongue."

“And here…” She stretched out her finger and gently tapped her fair throat, “You have to learn to use this place to feel him, so that he will feel more comfortable.”

She then demonstrated a few more times herself. Her skillful movements made Azhu and Abi blush and feel fascinated, as if a door to a new world had been opened for them.

"I... let's try again..."

Azhu took a deep breath and bent down again.

This time, she followed Shuang'er's example, no longer simply holding it in her mouth, but beginning to use her clumsy tongue to explore, lick, and imitate Shuang'er's actions.

Abi followed suit.

Seeing this, Shuang'er smiled with satisfaction, handing over the main battlefield to them. She knelt to the side, gently holding the base with both hands, occasionally pressing a wet kiss on it with her soft lips, or gently rubbing her cheek against the scrotum below to assist.

Gradually, Azhu and Abi found the trick.

Azhu's playful and lively nature came in handy. She learned very quickly, and her nimble tongue began to imitate Shuang'er's movements. Although it was still clumsy, it had become more skillful, and she would even playfully scrape her tongue with her teeth.

Abi, on the other hand, brought out her gentleness to the extreme. Her movements were light and delicate. Although she was not as bold as Azhu, her careful and wholehearted attitude of serving you had a unique charm.

Occasionally, the two would switch positions, one focusing on the top and the other on the middle, gradually developing a better understanding of each other.

The feeling of being served by two delicate red lips in turn, coupled with Shuang'er's perfect assistance from the side, made Lin Xuan's pleasure rise like waves.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan could no longer suppress the primordial power that had been accumulating deep within his body.

He suddenly reached out and pressed down on the back of Azhu and Abi's heads, preventing them from escaping.

"Ugh—!"

With a satisfied growl, a torrent of scorching heat erupted forth.

The scalding essence was poured all over their two beautiful faces.

Chapter 62: Finding Help

The next morning, Lin Xuan summoned several high-ranking members of the Beggars' Clan who were in the area.

"I would like to know which sects and heroes are quite famous in the Jiangnan area?" Lin Xuan asked.

A Beggars' Sect disciple bowed in response.

"Reporting to Young Master Lin, in this Jiangnan region, if we're talking about chivalry, the Red Flower Society is the foremost. Although the Red Flower Society's leader, Chen Jialuo, isn't here, the eleventh leader of the Red Flower Society, the heroine Luo Bing, is currently at a branch near Suzhou."

"Luo Bing?" Lin Xuan smiled when he heard the name.

Miss Luo, we'll meet again somewhere in this world!

He waved his hand, dismissing the Beggars' Sect disciples. He had already made up his mind.

He went alone to the branch of the Red Flower Society in Suzhou.

The Suzhou branch is located in a secluded courtyard in the north of the city. The three large vermilion characters "Red Flower Society" on the plaque stand out prominently in the sunlight.

Lin Xuan walked to the door, but before he could knock, two Red Flower Society disciples warily blocked his way.

"May I ask what brings you here?" one of the disciples asked in a deep voice.

"I am Lin Xuan from Xiangyang. I have come to pay my respects to Lady Luo Bing and have important matters to discuss with her," Lin Xuan said, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Lin...Lin Xuan?!" Upon hearing this, the leading disciple's eyes widened suddenly, and he blurted out, his tone filled with shock.

Outside Xiangyang City, the legendary story of Lin Xuan leading a group of righteous heroes to annihilate the Mongol wolf cavalry had already spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world. Lin Xuan's name was now considered legendary by countless martial artists. They never expected that this legendary figure would personally come to visit them.

"It is indeed me, Lin Xuan." Lin Xuan smiled calmly, his demeanor composed.

The disciple dared not delay and quickly bowed, saying, "Please wait a moment, young master, I will go inside and inform them." With that, he darted into the courtyard.

Before long, a dashing figure appeared in front of the door.

She wore a fiery red outfit that accentuated her slender waist, highlighting her full breasts and curvaceous figure, exuding the charm of a mature woman. An embroidered belt cinched her waist, adding a touch of refinement. Her features were beautiful, her eyes sparkling with life, her every glance captivating. Though a woman of the martial world, she possessed a delicate, refined beauty. In her hand she carried a long sword, its scabbard inlaid with seven precious stones, remarkably luxurious.

It was Luo Bing, the eleventh leader of the Red Flower Society.

When her gaze fell on Lin Xuan's handsome face, her delicate body trembled violently, and her usually calm heart began to beat wildly against her will.

How...how could he be here?!

Luo Bing couldn't help but recall the events that had occurred in Xiangyang City.

In the past, she could remain calm in the face of any formidable enemy, but now, seeing Lin Xuan, she felt her cheeks burning and her mind in turmoil, almost unable to meet his gaze.

"Young Master Lin...?" Luo Bing's voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm and try to maintain the dignity of a female knight of the Red Flower Society.

Lin Xuan looked at the complex expression on her beautiful face and chuckled inwardly.

"Miss Luo, it's been a long time." Lin Xuan smiled and clasped his hands in greeting, his gaze frank yet carrying a hint of ambiguity that only the two of them could understand.

Luo Bing's heart skipped a beat under his gaze. She cleared her throat and tried to make her voice sound calm: "Young Master Lin, it is an honor to have you here. I am sorry for not welcoming you properly."

She welcomed Lin Xuan into the hall. There were originally several Red Flower Society disciples in the hall.

"Miss Luo, I have come here to discuss important matters. It is of great importance, and I hope that you will ask the others to leave." Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the Red Flower Society disciples in the hall, his tone calm and composed.

Upon hearing this, Luo Bing's heart skipped a beat. She composed herself and looked sharply at the disciples in the hall: "You may all leave. No one is to approach without my permission!"

"Yes!" the disciples responded in unison and quickly withdrew, leaving only Lin Xuan and Luo Bing behind.

The hall fell silent again, and the atmosphere became heavy.

Luo Bing sat back in the main seat, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

“Young Master Lin, now that it’s just the two of us here, please feel free to speak your mind.”

Lin Xuan nodded, his expression turning serious. He walked to the table and sat down.

"Miss Luo, what I'm about to say concerns the safety of the world and the very foundation of our Great Song Dynasty," Lin Xuan said solemnly.

Luo Bing's eyes sharpened instantly: "Young Master Lin, please speak. I would like to hear the details."

Lin Xuan lowered his voice and told Luo Bing everything he had learned in Yanziwu over the past few days, as well as the irrefutable evidence of Murong Fu's collusion with the Mongol Tartars.

He vividly described how Murong Fu harbored treacherous intentions, attempting to revive his Great Yan dynasty with the help of the Mongol Tartars, how he groveled before the Mongol leadership, and even went so far as to act as an inside agent for the Central Plains martial arts world, all in an attempt to create chaos in the heart of the Song dynasty and pave the way for the Mongol cavalry to march south.

Upon hearing this, Luo Bing's beautiful face was filled with anger, and her bright eyes were blazing with fury!

"what?!"

Luo Bing slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, his chest heaving violently.

"Nan Murong is renowned throughout the martial arts world?! Who would have thought... that he would be such a despicable and shameless traitor who sells out his country for personal gain?!"

Her delicate body trembled, her anger raging. What she hated most in her life were traitors who colluded with foreign enemies and betrayed their nation.

Murong Fu's actions undoubtedly shocked her greatly, making her feel unprecedentedly angry.

“What Young Master Lin said is true, I believe you!” Luo Bing said in a deep voice.

"Such traitors will not be tolerated by the Red Flower Society! Young Master Lin, if you need any assistance from the Red Flower Society, just say the word! No matter the dangers, we will be there for you!"

Lin Xuan looked at her face, which appeared even more beautiful due to her anger, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Excellent! The Red Flower Society truly prioritizes chivalry!" Lin Xuan praised, then stood up, his tone calm and forceful.

"I need the Red Flower Society to gather all the elites here, and wait for the opportune moment. Once I give the order, we will launch an attack on Swallow's Nest! We will completely eliminate this traitor, Murong Fu!"

“Alright! We’ll do as Young Master Lin says!” Luo Bing readily agreed, her eyes gleaming, having already made up her mind.