Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

The intense contrast between softness and firmness brought an indescribable, ultimate stimulation and impact.

With every friction, she felt an unspeakable, unfamiliar pleasure. The electric current-like numbness seemed to seep into her bones, making her delicate body go soft, almost collapsing into Lin Xuan's embrace, unable to stop herself.

Her consciousness began to blur, as if overwhelmed by this sudden wave, her mind reeling, completely lost.

Author's Note:

Author's Words: This chapter is a bit steamy. Two more chapters tonight.

Chapter Seventeen: Huang Rong's Chaotic Emotions

The night breeze was cool, yet it couldn't dispel the wildfire-like heat burning in Huang Rong's heart.

She had never felt this way before.

A sense of shame unlike anything she had ever known, tinged with a strange, irresistible dizziness, washed over her like a tide.

Her body seemed to no longer be under her own control.

A powerful, suffocating force tightly enveloped her. The source of this power was both Lin Xuan, pressed against her from behind, and her own inner depths, awakened by the sudden intimacy – a strange, instinctive reaction.

Her delicate body was completely pinned by his firm and powerful physique.

She wanted to struggle, to push this young man away.

She instinctively resisted this skin-to-skin contact, especially in the wilderness under the hazy moonlight, fraught with danger.

However, reason was like a cold whip, lashing at her mind: chasing the scout was the only priority right now!

Any slight distraction or hesitation could allow this key figure, crucial for military intelligence, to escape.

Moreover, she deeply felt Lin Xuan's firm muscles, his body full of explosive power.

His body, tensed for the pursuit, was now pressed tightly against her soft, boneless waist.

His arms, like steel, wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly on the horse, rendering her unable to move or resist.

This passivity, instead, ignited a peculiar sense of submission.

She was forced, almost instinctively, to coordinate her own shapely, delicate body with Lin Xuan's every jolt on the horse.

Her usually agile and light frame, now, no longer stiffened but began to soften.

Like soaked silk, her body became more pliable, snuggling and molding even closer to Lin Xuan.

Without even realizing it, she had integrated her body more tightly, almost completely, into Lin Xuan's back.

Every time Lin Xuan squeezed the horse's belly with force, causing the horse to burst into a faster gallop, the resulting intense tremors were transmitted clearly and directly through their tightly connected bodies to every inch of her icy skin and jade bones, making her entire body go weak and her mind flutter.

It was an experience unlike any other, leaving her both ashamed and indignant, yet filled with an irrepressible numbness.

Lin Xuan felt the subtle changes in Huang Rong's body.

He clearly sensed her shift from initial stiffness and resistance to a certain softening; her breathing, from rapid, became somewhat heavy, even carrying a faint, involuntary sigh.

She no longer tried to create distance but subconsciously adjusted her posture with the violent jolts of the horse beneath them, making their already close contact even more intimate and seamless.

The corners of Lin Xuan's lips curved into an imperceptible arc in the darkness, his Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique operating at full power.

His hands, encircling Huang Rong's slender waist, occasionally gently caressed her waist to stabilize her light frame.

His fingers would even brush, inadvertently or perhaps more obviously, against the tender skin of her waist.

Each seemingly accidental, yet intensely invasive touch, was like igniting clusters of flames in Huang Rong's heart.

She felt waves of heat spreading rapidly throughout her body like an electric current from Lin Xuan's seemingly casual touches.

The heat spread from her waist to her limbs and bones, reaching the depths of her heart, causing her beautiful, flower-like face to quickly flush crimson.

She bit down hard on her lower lip, so hard she almost drew blood, trying to use the pain to awaken herself, to focus her attention on the scout speeding ahead, attempting to suppress her body's instinctive reactions with reason.

This ineffable, indescribable feeling made her feel deeply ashamed, yet strangely unable to resist.

She felt as if she were completely bound to Lin Xuan, trapped with no way out, her body uncontrollably, inevitably sinking rapidly.

Her soft curves, her warm skin, the light sweat seeping out from tension – all spoke of her body's loss of control.

The road outside the city grew increasingly rugged.

The woods were overgrown with bushes, and the ground was strewn with rocks.

The Mongol scout was clearly very familiar with the terrain. He rode his horse, darting through bushes and over rock piles, trying to shake off the pursuers who were like shadows.

With every violent jolt of the horse, every sudden turn or leap, Huang Rong's light and delicate body was pressed even deeper, involuntarily, into Lin Xuan's embrace.

Huang Rong's entire body felt feverish, her forehead already beaded with fine sweat that trickled down her beautiful jade cheeks, dripping onto Lin Xuan's clothes.

These beads of sweat were not from the fatigue of the pursuit, but from the extreme intimacy and torment, and the rising tide of emotion from the depths of her heart.

Her skin was flushed red, like a begonia flower scorched by the midday sun, gorgeously vibrant, yet with a hint of uncontrollable allure.

Her every gasp, every slight tremor, every faint sound produced by the friction of their bodies.

These subtle, shameful reactions were all clearly felt by Lin Xuan, as if he could hear the whispers from the depths of her body.

Lin Xuan felt the fullness and elasticity of her hips, the burning heat emanating from her body.

His own lower body was now as hard as iron, pressing like a solid brand against the most abundant and sensitive part of Huang Rong.

That rhythmic, bone-deep friction left Huang Rong's mind blank.

Her consciousness was completely consumed by her body's most primal instincts, all the intelligence and quick-wittedness she usually prided herself on vanishing without a trace.

She could even feel an indescribable wetness, quietly surging from the deepest part of her body.

Her mind fell into a haze, unable to distinguish whether it was shame, anticipation, or a wondrous mixture of both.

Finally, after chasing for over ten li.

Ahead, the horse ridden by the Mongol scout, having run at high speed for too long, finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The scout tumbled awkwardly to the side, attempting to struggle to his feet, but he was clearly exhausted, his limbs weak and movements sluggish.

Lin Xuan executed a beautiful whip-turn. Under his precise control, his steed stopped steadily beside the scout, the dust kicked up by its hooves carefully avoiding Huang Rong.

He released Huang Rong almost instantly, his body flowing seamlessly as he leaped from the horse like lightning.

Before he even landed, a sharp palm strike, like a bolt of lightning, struck the Mongol scout, knocking him out precisely.

The entire process was fluid and swift, catching everyone off guard, showcasing Lin Xuan's extraordinary martial arts and adaptability, and skillfully shifting the focus away from the ambiguous intimacy between the two.

The moment Lin Xuan pulled away, Huang Rong's delicate body felt a sudden sense of loss and emptiness.

The sudden, cool air yanked her out of the fog, bringing her to instant clarity.

However, the residual heat and numbness in her body lingered, like a brand imprinted on every inch of her skin, reminding her of everything that had just happened.

She sat on the horse, staring blankly as Lin Xuan efficiently subdued and then tied up the scout.

His back appeared tall and solid under the moonlight, like an unshakeable mountain, exuding a calmness and dominance unbefitting his age.

Huang Rong's cheeks were still burning, as if on fire.

Her heart hadn't calmed down, still pounding like a drum, making her chest ache.

Her legs trembled slightly, as if she had just run a strenuous race, and she found it difficult to keep them together.

She subconsciously reached out to touch her buttocks, where Lin Xuan had pressed so closely.

There was still residual warmth, as if his youthful, virile presence and scorching touch lingered.

The profound shame and restless feelings made it difficult for her to breathe steadily.

She didn't even dare to look down at her undergarments, fearing she might see traces of dampness or wrinkles that would make her blush.

She felt utterly weak, her limbs limp, as if she had just been plundered, all her strength and cunning drained away.

Lin Xuan finished tying up the scout and then walked to the horse.

He seemed to have completely regained his usual composure.

A hint of appropriate fatigue was on his face, but his eyes were clear and bright, as if he had merely completed an ordinary pursuit, with no trace of the indescribable intimacy from moments ago on the horse.

"Master, it's fortunate we didn't let him escape!" he said, a hint of relief in his voice, his tone sincere and full of respect.

He reached out his hand to help Huang Rong dismount.

His palm was dry and warm, carrying a reassuring strength.

Huang Rong's fingertips touched Lin Xuan's warm palm, and she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her body again.

The current traveled from her fingertips to her arm, then to her heart, causing her heart, which had just calmed down, to accelerate once more.

Using his strength, she intended to dismount lightly, maintaining her usual grace.

However, her legs, weakened by the prolonged, intense intimate friction and the immense emotional turmoil, were soft and powerless.

She stumbled, and almost instinctively, fell towards Lin Xuan.

She subconsciously reached out, intending to steady herself on the saddle, but instead crashed into Lin Xuan's broad, sturdy chest.

Lin Xuan clearly hadn't expected her to lose her balance so suddenly, but he reacted quickly, his arms tightening instinctively, holding her soft body firmly.

Huang Rong's head was almost completely buried in Lin Xuan's chest.

She could feel his strong, powerful heartbeat and smell his unique, faint masculine scent, which enveloped her, making her feel dizzy again.

A few short seconds felt like an eternity.

Lin Xuan held her steady, and as soon as she regained her balance, he let go, as if everything that had happened was merely an accident.

His expression showed no hint of abnormality, only respect and concern for his Master.

"Master, this person's identity is unknown. I fear there may be accomplices in the city. We should escort him back quickly and interrogate him thoroughly," Lin Xuan suggested, his tone full of seriousness and responsibility towards military matters.

He showed no trace of the "unintentional" transgression from moments ago on the horse, which left Huang Rong feeling both a sense of loss and an inexplicable sense of relief.

"Mm... alright..." Huang Rong's voice was hoarse. She tried to appear calm but found it difficult to even speak the simplest words smoothly.

Author's Notes:

Author's Note: The full version of this chapter is in the group.

Chapter Eighteen: The Traitor Murong Fu

The moonlight receded, and the pitch-black night sky was tinged with a layer of leaden gray by the approaching dawn. A cold wind, carrying the damp scent of earth, blew from the depths of the wilderness, bringing a chill that made one's spine shiver.

Lin Xuan steadily led the horse, while Huang Rong remained seated on its back, her face appearing somewhat pale in the darkest moments before dawn. The lingering afterglow of her shyness surged like a tide, making her delicate body stiff and uncontrollable. She didn't even dare to look down at her clothes, fearing that the dampness would expose the secrets of her heart.

Lin Xuan, however, was exceptionally composed, his steps steady. His expression carried the fatigue and satisfaction of a completed mission. He even casually turned his head and asked, "Master, are you tired? Shall we pick up the pace?"

His voice was clear and gentle, completely devoid of the almost unrestrained intimacy he'd displayed on horseback just moments before. This left Huang Rong with a sense of inexplicable disappointment.

They didn't return to the Guo Mansion until Lin Xuan led the horses into the backyard.

He glanced at the bound Mongol scout and calmly said to the guards, "Take him to the secret chamber and keep a close watch. Without orders from Great Hero Guo and Sect Leader Huang, no one is to approach."

The guards, seeing Lin Xuan's composure and authority, respectfully acknowledged his command.

The secret chamber was located deep within the Guo Mansion's backyard, built underground for interrogating enemy agents. The air inside was cold and damp, with only an oil lamp flickering with a dim yellow light, stretching their shadows long on the walls, dancing.

The Mongol scout, thrown into the secret chamber, was a lean and tough man. Even bound, his eyes remained fierce. He was tossed to the ground with a dull thud, but only grunted before falling still.

Guo Jing also hurried over. He looked at the scout, then at Huang Rong and Lin Xuan, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Rong'er, Xuan'er, you've worked hard. This scout's lips are surely sealed tight. I'll go prepare some methods to make him talk!"

Though Guo Jing was benevolent, he was unyielding when it came to matters of state and nation. He knew these Mongol scouts were fanatics, and ordinary interrogations would yield nothing.

"Brother Jing, there's no need for that," Huang Rong gently stopped Guo Jing. Although her voice still carried a hint of fatigue, she sounded remarkably clear-headed.

She looked at Lin Xuan, a complex, indescribable emotion in her eyes. She thought of Lin Xuan's usual clever strategies, but today, she had a better idea.

"Brother Jing, this scout has likely already resolved to die," Huang Rong explained softly. "Torturing him will only be counterproductive, making him more resolute. Why don't... Rong'er try my 'Soul Shifting Great Law'?"

Guo Jing was taken aback. He looked at Huang Rong, then a flash of understanding crossed his eyes. He was well aware of Huang Rong's martial arts, and her Soul Shifting Great Law was indeed remarkably effective.

He nodded. "Very well, Rong'er, you may proceed. Xuan'er, assist her."

After Guo Jing left, only Lin Xuan and Huang Rong remained in the secret chamber with the captive scout. Huang Rong instructed the guards to wait outside, ensuring no sound could escape.

Huang Rong walked to a stone bench nearby and sat down. Her dark, fitted attire, under the dim yellow lamplight, accentuated her slender, graceful figure. She gently touched her forehead, trying to dispel the dizziness and heat from the horseback ride. Her gaze fixed on the Mongol scout, her eyes holding a mix of scrutiny and curiosity.

She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly brushing her hair. The movement seemed casual, but she had secretly gathered her strength. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the scout, a faint, almost inaudible hum emanating from her lips. It sounded like wind through dry leaves, or a mountain spring's gentle trickle, carrying a peculiar rhythm. This was the "Soul Shifting Great Law."

Lin Xuan watched Huang Rong. Her posture remained unchanged, but a strange light flickered in her eyes.