Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

Author's Note:

Author's words: One more chapter

Chapter 15: Revealing Talent

Wu Dunru, clutching his dislocated arm, and Wu Xiuwen, with a sword at his throat, were utterly defeated and humiliated by Lin Xuan!

They stood frozen on the spot, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief. They had never imagined that this young man they had always looked down upon possessed such profound martial arts skills! What made it even more humiliating was that Lin Xuan hadn't even drawn his weapon from start to finish, nor had he used any palm techniques. With just his exquisite footwork and a few seemingly effortless gestures, he had completely defeated the two brothers.

This wasn't a spar; it was a one-sided annihilation!

Wu Xiuwen's face flushed and paled as he stared blankly at Lin Xuan, then at his own empty hands. His proud swordplay was utterly useless against Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan had even pointed out the weaknesses in his sword technique just moments ago! This was harder for him to accept than a physical beating.

"You... you..." Wu Dunru tried to speak, but the pain and shame rendered him speechless.

Just then, a startled cry came from within the inner wall of the Guo Mansion.

"Stop!"

Guo Fu tossed and turned on her bed, trying to suppress the heat and shame churning within her, but the strange feeling only intensified. Lin Xuan's handsome face, his deep eyes, and the fingertips that had gently patted her buttocks replayed endlessly in her mind. She could even recall the warmth and sensation of his fingertips, as clear as if it had just happened.

Suddenly, she heard the sounds of a fight from outside the courtyard, along with the angry shouts of the Wu brothers.

Her heart leaped. Could the Elder and Younger Wu brothers have gone to trouble Lin Xuan?

She sprang from the bed in an instant. Logically, she should have been happy if Lin Xuan was being taught a lesson. But for some reason, an inexplicable worry seized her heart. She didn't even have time to fix her messy hair or hide the blush still lingering on her face. Her graceful figure, imbued with an untamed wildness and vitality, rushed out of the room almost instinctively, heading straight for the training grounds.

When she arrived at the training grounds, the scene before her stunned her completely.

Wu Dunru clutched his arm, his face deathly pale and sweating. Wu Xiuwen held his empty sword sheath, his face a mask of shock, humiliation, and despair. And Lin Xuan stood before them, as composed as ever, his robes fluttering, as if nothing had happened.

The Elder and Younger Wu brothers had lost?! And so thoroughly, so swiftly!

Guo Fu's breath hitched. She knew that while the Wu brothers' martial arts weren't on par with hers, they were still top-tier among their peers, and their combined sword skills were formidable. Yet Lin Xuan had... had defeated them so casually! And from the looks of it, Lin Xuan hadn't even used his full strength, or even drawn his weapon!

Amidst her shock, a sense of pride welled up within her. So he... he really was this strong. This cast all her previous annoyance and humiliation in a different light. A complex mix of emotions surged in her heart.

As Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were still lost in shock, Wu Dunru suddenly stumbled, seemingly unable to bear the pain in his arm. Wu Xiuwen immediately stepped forward to support him, their eyes filled with unwillingness and resentment.

"You... what exactly are you!" Wu Xiuwen exclaimed in exasperation.

They were about to lash out when a clear voice interrupted them.

"Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen! What are you doing?!"

Guo Fu strode forward with light, graceful steps, her figure swaying, carrying a fragrant breeze as she moved between the three of them. Her naturally rosy, oval face was now even more captivatingly flushed due to her sprint and indignation, and her bright almond-shaped eyes swept over the Wu brothers with undisguised anger. Seeing the Wu brothers in such a sorry state, she was surprised, but more than that, she felt an inexplicable irritation.

"Sister Fu!"

Seeing Guo Fu appear, the Elder and Younger Wu brothers felt even more ashamed and angry. In front of Guo Fu, whom they both admired, they had lost to an outsider like Lin Xuan, and so disgracefully! It was worse than dying.

Wu Dunru spoke first, his voice laced with grievance and unwillingness: "Sister Fu, you've come at the right time! This Lin Xuan, he, he, he... he bullied you, and we brothers stepped up for you, but he..."

"Shut up!" Guo Fu snapped, cutting off Wu Dunru's words. Accustomed to her spoiled ways, her brows were now furrowed with a sharp, heroic spirit, making her pretty face appear even more unapproachable, her gaze as sharp as a knife.

She turned to face Lin Xuan, only to see him still looking calm, as if he had expected her arrival, a hint of imperceptible amusement in his eyes. This made Guo Fu's heart clench even tighter.

She turned back to face the Elder and Younger Wu brothers, her voice dropping slightly but her tone becoming even more stern: "You two! All you do is cause trouble! Lin Xuan is our Junior Brother, why did you attack him without reason?!"

"But Sister Fu... he..." Wu Xiuwen tried to argue, pointing at Lin Xuan.

"Enough!" Guo Fu's voice suddenly rose, her bright, captivating almond eyes widening, radiating an imposing aura. "You two are inferior in skill, and you have the nerve to whine here?!"

Her words stunned the Elder and Younger Wu brothers into silence. They never expected Guo Fu to not help them, but instead, to scold them! And in front of Lin Xuan!

Wu Dunru's face turned green and then white, his injured arm seeming to ache even more. Wu Xiuwen's eyes reddened, his heart full of grievances with nowhere to vent.

"Inferior in skill, and yet you claim Lin Xuan bullied this young lady?" Guo Fu snorted, her rosy cheeks tinged with mockery, a hint of arrogance underlying her charming demeanor. "When did it become your place to stand up for me? If someone were to bully me, it would be because I myself am incapable!"

Her words were harder for the Elder and Younger Wu brothers to bear than being beaten by Lin Xuan. Guo Fu had personally admitted that they were inferior in skill, not that Lin Xuan had bullied her! This was undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face, delivered in public.

After speaking, Guo Fu glanced at Lin Xuan from the corner of her eye, seeing the slight upturn of his lips, a hint of imperceptible smugness. She felt both angry and ashamed. This scoundrel was clearly enjoying the show!

Guo Fu stopped looking at the dumbfounded Wu brothers and gracefully turned to face Lin Xuan.

Her tone instantly softened, with a hint of awkward coquettishness, "Junior Brother, are... are you alright?"

This sudden change struck the Wu brothers like a thunderclap. They stared blankly at Guo Fu's beautiful figure and her tone, which seemed to carry infinite tenderness, a stark contrast to her attitude towards them just moments ago.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. I am unharmed," Lin Xuan replied calmly. He noticed the lingering blush on Guo Fu's face and knew her heart was in turmoil, yet she was forcing herself to remain composed out of pride. He knew very well that that casual pat had completely opened Pandora's box in Guo Fu's heart.

Hearing Lin Xuan's response, Guo Fu felt a sense of relief, but her face grew even hotter. She didn't know how to handle the situation, nor did she understand why she was defending this young man whom she had hated just moments ago.

"Hmph... it's good that you're alright!" Guo Fu coughed dryly, feigning composure, her bright almond eyes involuntarily glancing at Lin Xuan. She always felt as if Lin Xuan's gaze could see through all her thoughts, a feeling that made her both nervous and somewhat annoyed.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen left, supporting each other like two defeated roosters, looking utterly dejected. They had never felt so defeated, not only in martial arts but also in losing their beloved to another and being reprimanded by her.

On the training grounds, only Lin Xuan and Guo Fu remained. The atmosphere, due to the recent interlude, had become somewhat delicate, a trace of unspoken ambiguity permeating the air.

Guo Fu felt Lin Xuan's unique, fresh, and masculine aura envelop her once more. She could smell the faint scent of grass and wood on him, and his own distinct, reassuring scent. She even inhaled deeply, savoring the strange fragrance that intoxicated her.

She felt shame and resistance, yet an indescribable pleasure bloomed in her heart. She even began to discover that she had developed a kind of "addiction" to Lin Xuan's fresh, vibrant, masculine aura. When he was near, she would unconsciously take a deep breath, enjoying the unique fragrance that almost made her swoon.

Lin Xuan looked at her delicate, flushed face and her watery eyes, her tall, graceful figure standing elegantly, and chuckled inwardly. This Guo Fu, so sharp-tongued, but her body was honest.

"Senior Sister, take this martial arts manual to read," Lin Xuan said, handing the small booklet to Guo Fu. His voice was gentle and sincere, as if all the unpleasantness of moments ago had vanished with the departure of the Wu brothers.

Guo Fu hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out to take the booklet. Her fingertips brushed against Lin Xuan's, and the warm touch made her heart tremble again, sending a wave of numbness through her body. She realized her body had developed an uncontrollable reaction to Lin Xuan's touch.

"You... you next time... don't do this again next time," Guo Fu whispered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet carrying a hint of imperceptible anticipation. She didn't explicitly state what "this" was, but Lin Xuan understood.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, not answering directly. He simply said softly, "If Senior Sister has any martial arts-related confusion, I will still do my best to guide you."

His words were flawless, neither completely refusing nor making an easy promise, leaving infinite possibilities open.

Guo Fu clutched the booklet, her mind in a turmoil. Her gaze met his, and she felt an indescribable sense of ambiguity. She knew he didn't think his actions just now were improper at all. Or rather, he intended for her to be unable to confront him amidst her confusion and shame.

She ran off in a huff, back to her room, and tossed the booklet onto her desk. She didn't even dare to look in the mirror, afraid of seeing her current flushed face. She lay on her bed, pulling the covers over her head, yet she could still feel the warm, tingling sensation from where Lin Xuan had patted her.

Author's Notes:

Author's Words: Finished. Four updates were a bit tiring, will change to three later. Brothers, please leave some comments; writing alone is tiring.

Chapter Sixteen: Mongol Scout?

The night deepened.

The alleys of Xiangyang City were shrouded in a thin night mist, making them appear even more solemn and crisp.

In the distance, the fires of the Mongol Camp flickered eerily in the darkness, like the eyes of ravenous beasts.

This impregnable city seemed to breathe heavily under the night sky, each breath carrying weariness yet containing an unyielding resilience.

On the city walls, patrolling soldiers in heavy armor blurred into silhouettes in the night, still steadfastly guarding this precarious southern stronghold.

"Master, you've worked hard today. Why must you personally patrol at night? I can handle it alone."

Lin Xuan walked alongside Huang Rong on the bluestone path, the sound of their footsteps the only clear noise in the silent night. The night breeze was cool, rustling their robes and bringing a refreshing hint of autumn.

Huang Rong wore an elegant, dark Xuan-colored tight-fitting outfit. The fabric was exquisite and clung to her, accentuating her already graceful and slender figure, making her appear even more lithe and toned.

The well-fitting fabric tightly wrapped her exquisite curves, outlining her full and upright chest, her willow waist that could be held in one grasp, and her astonishingly rounded, upturned hips, making them faintly visible under the night, adding a touch of hazy allure and forbidden beauty.

Her ink-black hair was tied high with a ribbon, revealing a smooth, full forehead like jade and a flawless profile. Her skin was as fair as congealed fat, glowing with a healthy softness under the faint moonlight, appearing almost transparent.

Her eyes remained bright in the night, like two deep sparks, revealing an all-encompassing wisdom and the heroic spirit of a female knight.

"Xiangyang City is in imminent danger. How can I be complacent?" Huang Rong's voice was gentle, with a touch of feminine Wu Nong softness, sweet and pleasant to the ear, yet conveying unwavering resolve.

Her gaze was as calm as a deep pool, yet it held a fervent sense of responsibility.

"Besides, you shoulder a lot of the military duties. It's a good opportunity for me to spend more time discussing matters with you," she added softly, a hint of imperceptible lightness in her tone.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on Lin Xuan's face, her eyes filled with an indescribable approval and closeness. This closeness was not just that of a master and disciple but was mixed with a special admiration and trust.

Lin Xuan's heart stirred. The increasing closeness between Huang Rong and him was undoubtedly due to the physical and mental pleasure and comfort brought by the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique.

That unprecedented sense of satisfaction made her instinctively crave his proximity, even subconsciously yearning for the aura he exuded, which felt like a panacea to her.

The two walked to a secluded alley in the north of the city. It was near the city wall, rarely frequented, and one of the most likely infiltration points for Mongol scouts. The air was filled with the scent of earth and wild grass, and the occasional chirping of distant insects made it even more tranquil.

Huang Rong stopped, her sensitive nose twitching slightly as she carefully sniffed the unusual scent carried by the night wind.

"Something's wrong, there's the scent of a living person here," her voice lowered slightly, tinged with alertness. Her eyes instantly sharpened, as if darkness could not impede her vision.

Lin Xuan also became alert immediately. He knew Huang Rong's keen sense of smell would not be mistaken. Her five senses had long been honed to a level unimaginable to ordinary people.

Just then, a black shadow darted out from the depths of the alley like lightning. The person glanced back cautiously before leaping onto a waiting steed without hesitation.

With a sharp kick to the horse's belly, it galloped away! The sound of hooves instantly shattered the night's silence, echoing on the bluestone road and gradually fading into the distance.

"It's a Mongol scout!" Huang Rong cried out, her body moving like the wind as she prepared to pursue. Her posture was light, like a swallow in the night, about to take flight in an instant.

However, the scout had clearly chosen his route well. The horse was exceptionally spirited, instantly widening the distance, like a black lightning bolt that vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.

A sharp glint flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes. An opportunity! This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Master!" Lin Xuan called out urgently, "This horse's speed is extraordinary. If we don't catch up quickly, I fear he will escape!" His voice was filled with anxiety, but a hint of a hidden plan flickered in the depths of his eyes.

His gaze swept over the alley entrance, where a steed specifically prepared for night patrols was tethered. It was one of the finest horses in the city, entirely black with long, slender legs, now stamping restlessly and snorting.

But there was only one horse here.

"I'll do it!" Lin Xuan leaped onto the horse's back before Huang Rong could react, knowing the opportunity was fleeting. His figure was like lightning as he instantly mounted the horse.

The steed neighed joyfully, raising its front hooves and shaking its mane excitedly. Lin Xuan sat firmly in the saddle, his posture upright, like a highly skilled general.

He extended his hand, his tone urgent and firm: "Master, time is pressing, and there is only one fast horse here. You and I must ride together to catch this thief!" His palm was large and strong, appearing particularly clear in the moonlight.

Huang Rong had no time to think. A flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes, but thinking of the scout possibly carrying intelligence about the city's situation out of the city, she grew anxious and couldn't afford to hesitate. She knew that military intelligence was like fire, and not a moment could be wasted.

Moreover, Lin Xuan was already on the horse. If she were to ride separately, it would inevitably cause delays.

Almost instinctively, her delicate body leaped up like a fairy and landed steadily on the horse's back in front of Lin Xuan. Her posture remained elegant, exuding the composure of a martial arts master even in this emergency.

Huang Rong sat in front, her back to Lin Xuan, who followed closely behind. Their bodies instantly pressed tightly together in the narrow space on the horse's back.

Her firm, elastic buttocks, encased in the dark Xuan-colored outfit, were now intimately connected to Lin Xuan's lower body, fitting perfectly.

"Giddy up!"

Huang Rong urged the horse forward, and the steed shot out of the alley like an arrow released from a bow, galloping at lightning speed towards the black figure. The sound of hooves thundered, completely tearing apart the silent night and shattering all the peace in the northern part of the city.

The night wind howled, whipping past Huang Rong's ears and brushing against her fair, jade-like face. Her ink-black hair danced wildly in the wind, a few strands playfully brushing against Lin Xuan's cheek, carrying the familiar, light, and elegant fragrance he knew.

Huang Rong's delicate body was now pressed tightly against Lin Xuan's tall, sturdy chest. Her back, especially her slightly arched, slender waist, and her full, rounded, and elastic buttocks, were intimately pressed against Lin Xuan's chest, lower abdomen, and more private lower body without reservation.

She could feel his young, masculine body heat, a scorching warmth that passed through the thin fabric of their clothes, clearly transmitted. It was a vibrant heat, unlike any man's aura she had ever felt before, carrying a heart-stopping strangeness and tremor.

To maintain stability while riding, Lin Xuan naturally wrapped his arms around Huang Rong's slender waist, his hands loosely cupped around her midsection. It seemed like a mere touch, but in reality, he skillfully controlled her center of gravity.

His hands didn't exert any deliberate force, merely lightly, almost distantly, gripping her soft, slender waist. However, the horse was galloping at extreme speed, and the country road was far from smooth, with occasional rocks, mud pits, and even steep slopes and descents.

With every jolt of the horse, their bodies would involuntarily press close together, then lightly separate. Each friction was an intimate contact, deeply intimate and blush-inducing. That fiery friction made Huang Rong's delicate body instantly go soft.

Especially Huang Rong's lower body, her long legs tightly gripping the horse's belly. With each rise and fall of the horse, her full and elastic buttocks would thrust backward, forcefully impacting Lin Xuan's crotch, causing their lower bodies to make increasingly deep contact. And Huang Rong's supple back, following the horse's gallop, repeatedly brushed against Lin Xuan's chest, even feeling the distinct, firm muscles there.

Huang Rong's cheeks instantly turned as red as a burning flame, her face flushed. A tingling sensation, starting from their tightly pressed lower bodies, spread like an electric current along her spine, instantly reaching every inch of her skin, making her limbs feel weak.

She felt her heart pounding violently, like a drumbeat, her heart racing, almost leaping out of her chest. This feeling was so strange, yet so intense, it almost suffocated her, her mind going blank.

Such close, even involuntary contact, especially in the darkness, on a bumpy horseback ride, in such a shameful posture!

Each rhythmic and intense friction carried a heart-stopping heat and tremor, making the blood in her body seem to thicken, yet tinged with a hint of itchy softness.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique quietly circulated within Lin Xuan. He felt the pure Yin energy from Huang Rong's buttocks continuously flowing towards him. Every bit of friction was accompanied by a warm current that flowed through his body and into his Dantian, making him feel as if his entire body was being cleansed, his Blood Essence becoming more vigorous, and his internal energy growing stronger. He felt every pore of his body open, greedily absorbing the nourishment, giving him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

On the surface, Lin Xuan's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on the figure of the scout ahead, as if he had no other thoughts, completely focused on the pursuit. The lines of his face were taut, appearing heroic and dependable.

He would even deliberately, when the horse jolted, "inadvertently" tighten his grip around Huang Rong's waist, then relax it. What seemed to be for stability, in reality, skillfully, and with irresistible force, intensified the closeness of their physical contact, making Huang Rong's slender waist fit more snugly against his palm, and allowing her soft back to sink deeper into his chest.

Each time he tightened his grip, Huang Rong's delicate body would tremble involuntarily, like a willow in the wind. She could feel Lin Xuan's broad palm, burning like hot coal, firmly gripping her waist. The warmth from his palm made her heart tremble, as if it were about to melt her.

His presence from behind completely enveloped her, submerging her like a tide, making her feel disoriented and dizzy.

She tried hard to tell herself: Concentrate! The scout is escaping! The military intelligence is important! She forcefully suppressed the stirrings in her heart.

However, Lin Xuan's masculine aura, mixed with the faint fragrance from his body, submerged her completely like a tide. The heat emanating from his lower body, and the strong, rhythmic friction with every movement, made her too ashamed to breathe, her delicate body going soft.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, so rapid that it carried a faint gasp, panting softly. Her soft, delicate breasts heaved with the rhythm of her body.