The Soul Shifting Great Law was all too familiar to him from the martial arts novels of his previous life. Huang Rong was testing him, trying to see what he truly kept hidden in his heart.
He gave a puzzled little hum, like a child who had fallen into chaos, and murmured:
"Master..."
His voice was hazy and obedient, as though he were struggling on the edge of a dream.
Seeing his reaction, Huang Rong felt a little relieved. Under the Soul Shifting Great Law, the answers one drew out were often a person's truest thoughts, with few falsehoods.
"Xuan'er, why have you been so considerate toward me lately, attending to everything so thoroughly? You've even... even done things that crossed the line."
Huang Rong's voice was so gentle it seemed to drip with tenderness, yet each word struck home, pointing straight at some of Lin Xuan's deliberate actions. There was no room for denial.
At her words, Lin Xuan's face took on just the right look of anguish and struggle, as though he were fighting against a deeper taboo within himself.
"Master... I..." He stammered, his voice full of conflict and turmoil, as if he were trapped in a mire.
Looking at him like this, Huang Rong felt both amused and helpless. But more than anything, she wanted to know what the boy was truly hiding deep in his heart.
"Tell me the truth, Xuan'er." Huang Rong's voice grew firmer, carrying a hint of unquestionable command. "Do you... do you have... improper thoughts about me?"
At her question, a storm surged through Lin Xuan's heart. He secretly praised Huang Rong's frankness and decisiveness.
The chance had finally come!
He deliberately made his body shudder violently, as though some invisible force had struck him. The muscles in his face began to twitch unnaturally, his breathing grew labored, and his brow furrowed. Fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.
"Yes..."
Lin Xuan suddenly growled, his voice hoarse, carrying a desire repressed to the limit and a struggle he could not conceal.
"Yes! I... I have improper thoughts about you, Master!"
Huang Rong's heart jolted, and her breathing quickened. The boy was actually so blunt, and his tone sounded so utterly sincere!
"Shameless!"
Huang Rong instinctively scolded him under her breath. She wanted to withdraw the hand pressed against Lin Xuan's pulse point, but feared disrupting the Soul Shifting Great Law and causing it to backfire on him.
She gazed at Lin Xuan's anguished, tormented face, her feelings a jumble of emotions: bitterness, shock, embarrassment, and even a strange, tingling sensation, all tangled together.
Lin Xuan continued to struggle, as though using every ounce of his strength to resist the Soul Shifting Great Law's control and reveal the secret he least wanted anyone to touch.
"I... I didn't mean to! I... I have... have feelings for you, Master!"
He suddenly opened his eyes. His usually clear, gentle gaze was now consumed by fervor and obsession, like two blazing flames fixed on Huang Rong.
There was a possessiveness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat, so intense it seemed he might devour her.
"Master... you're peerlessly graceful and beautiful enough to topple kingdoms. I've never seen a woman more captivating than you!"
Lin Xuan's voice turned hoarse and low, yet carried an irresistible magnetism. His breathing was quick, his eyes brimming with ardor, and his tone filled with undisguised fascination and admiration.
"Your lovely eyes are bright as stars, yet deep as the sea. Whenever I look into them, I lose myself completely!"
He reached out, as if to touch Huang Rong's fair, jade-like cheek, so smooth and delicate it seemed the finest porcelain in the world.
Lin Xuan's burning gaze roamed without restraint over her full, tempting breasts, faintly visible beneath her moon-white robe, then her slender waist and long, beautiful legs.
His feelings were so intense they seemed almost tangible, weighing on Huang Rong until she could barely breathe.
"Every day, I watch you toil for your country and its people, Master, and it breaks my heart. Every sigh of yours cuts me like a knife. I only want... only want to help you bear every burden, and to keep you... beautiful and captivating forever!"
Huang Rong was stunned rigid by his near-mad confession. Her pretty face flushed bright red at once, even the tips of her ears turning an alluring pink. Her heart pounded like a drum. She had never been so utterly flustered.
She had never heard such bold, unrestrained praise, let alone from one of her own disciples!
The praise was so direct and intense, its impact impossible to resist. It made her feel ashamed, yet a strange tingling sensation rose from deep within her, making her body tremble faintly.
She knew Lin Xuan was under the influence of the Soul Shifting Great Law, and that his words and actions were not his own.
But his burning gaze, his heartfelt words, and the way he seemed nearly out of control all felt so real, as though the deepest voice in his heart had been forcibly dragged out and laid bare before her.
"B-but... we're master and disciple... we can't..."
Lin Xuan's voice was filled with torment and inner conflict, as though he were fighting the most powerful taboo within himself.
"I know... I know a master and disciple must never cross that line! I know you're already Great Hero Guo's wife. I know this... this is immoral! It's an unforgivable transgression!"
His voice was hoarse, carrying a despairing anguish.
"I can only... only bury these feelings deep... deep in my heart and never reveal them... I'll always regard you only as... as the teacher I respect most..."
As Lin Xuan spoke, he suddenly leaned forward, as though he could no longer control himself.
Huang Rong had no time to react. Her hand was still on his pulse point, maintaining the Soul Shifting Great Law.
Without any warning, Lin Xuan thrust out both hands. They moved as swiftly as lightning, yet with astonishing gentleness and precision, and cupped Huang Rong's smooth, creamy cheeks.
Huang Rong felt a scorching warmth spread from Lin Xuan's palms, quickly traveling over her tender cheeks.
Her body went rigid in an instant. Her mind went blank, stunned by the sudden turn of events.
Before she could react, Lin Xuan lowered his head, and his lips landed squarely on Huang Rong's red lips, which had parted slightly in shock.
"Mmph!"
Huang Rong's delicate body shuddered violently. A stifled cry escaped her, only to be swallowed by his invading lips and tongue.
Her lips were soft and warm, carrying her distinctive, sweet fragrance, a blend of the elegance of orchids and the freshness of spring grass. Lin Xuan's lips and teeth gently brushed against hers, tentative yet yearning, and a tingling sensation rushed through her heart.
But Lin Xuan did not stop there.
His tongue, burning and assertive, surged forward like a soldier breaching a city wall, thrusting forcefully into Huang Rong's mouth!
"Mmph!"
Huang Rong's delicate body shuddered again. She felt Lin Xuan's tongue rush straight in, bringing with it his masculine, aggressive presence. It stirred her mouth at once, stealing every trace of its fragrance.
It was a strange sensation, one she had never experienced before, both forbidden and tingling. It burst through every limb and left her utterly weak.
Author's Note:
Author's note: This chapter turned out really well. Huang Rong set a trap to test Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan turned the tables and took advantage of her. Brothers, give me more feedback. It's hard to keep writing when I'm doing this alone. No update tonight.
Chapter 21: Lin Xuan Is Innocent
Deep in the bamboo grove, a breeze brushed over the bamboo leaves, making them rustle softly. Yet the cool wind could not dispel the dizzying heat and ambiguity in the air.
Lin Xuan claimed Huang Rong's lips with domineering force. Her graceful body shuddered as though struck by lightning, and a stifled cry was swallowed by his burning lips and tongue.
She felt an unprecedented heat and wetness, charged with masculine force, sweeping through her mouth like a storm, laying siege to her most private sanctuary.
His tongue burned with an assertive, invasive heat. Before Huang Rong could even close her lips, it surged straight into her mouth!
"Mmph!"
Huang Rong's delicate body shuddered violently again. She could clearly feel Lin Xuan's tongue thrust into her mouth, bringing with it his manly, domineering presence as it stirred her mouth at once.
His tongue was forceful and precise as it found hers, winding around and sucking at it like a wanton serpent. Every twist felt like an electric current piercing her heart, leaving her trembling with a tingling she could not resist.
The sensation surpassed every intimacy she had ever known. It was utterly unfamiliar, yet it stimulated every sensitive nerve in her body to the extreme, making her dizzy and leaving her limbs powerless.
Her reason shattered like glass in that moment, breaking into countless pieces.
Her mind went blank. All that remained was the wet warmth of Lin Xuan's tongue entwined with hers, its invasive heat, and his rich, intoxicating masculine scent, which completely overwhelmed her.
She was the celebrated female strategist of the martial world, the Beggar Sect leader renowned throughout the land, and the guardian of Xiangyang City. She was meticulous and perceptive, a master strategist. When had she ever lost control like this?
Yet now she sat there, rigid, as if an invisible force had bound her fast. She could not resist in the slightest. He claimed her lips, tangled with her tongue, and she felt all her strength ebb away like a retreating tide. Every cell in her body trembled at this unfamiliar invasion.
Within Lin Xuan, the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique was now operating wildly, as though it had opened the gate to boundless power!
Such direct, intimate contact sent the immense Primal Yin Energy within Huang Rong pouring into Lin Xuan like a breached floodgate. His technique absorbed and transformed it relentlessly.
Lin Xuan felt warm currents gently washing through his meridians, and his Internal Energy surged faster than ever before. He could even feel the essence of the Nine Yin Manual and the domineering power of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique merging in a marvelous way within his meridians. His cultivation seemed to reach a new level and enter an entirely new realm.
As for Huang Rong, she was completely trapped in a sudden, sweet yet shameful nightmare.
Her body went weak despite herself, overwhelmed by this extreme intimacy and unprecedented shock. Lin Xuan's earth-shattering confession and the sudden kiss had plunged her mind into utter chaos.
She knew perfectly well that Lin Xuan was under the "hypnotic state" of the Soul Shifting Great Law. He had no idea what he was doing, and his words and actions were not his own.
But... this sensation... it was so vivid, so real. So real her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, so real her blood seemed to boil and surge through her body, flushing her exquisite face and even the tips of her ears an alluring crimson.
The flush reached her warm neck and spread beneath her moon-white robe to her full, voluptuous breasts, leaving an astonishing blush across them.
Her delicate body trembled involuntarily. The shivers spread from her slender fingertips to her arms, then through her entire body. Her breathing was completely disordered, punctuated by faint, soft gasps like a candle flickering precariously in the wind.
Her arms hung stiffly at her sides. She wanted to push him away, to struggle, but seemed bound by some powerful magnetic force, unable to move. Her mind was blank, her body numb. She had no idea how to respond to this sudden intimacy that had penetrated so deeply into her bones.
Lin Xuan's wet, domineering lips moved over hers again and again, filled with an overwhelming possessiveness. Under his assault, Huang Rong's tongue responded passively. Every brush seemed to set the fire within her ablaze.
A tingling sensation rose from deep in her abdomen and shot up her spine to her mind, making her release a low, uncontrollable whimper.
But Lin Xuan was not satisfied with that.
He wrapped an arm around Huang Rong's slender waist, tightened his hold, and pressed her graceful figure firmly against his broad, warm chest. She could clearly feel his powerful heartbeat, each thud striking her breasts and gradually falling into rhythm with her own erratic pulse, threatening to overwhelm her.
One of his hands slowly moved up from her supple waist, gliding over her smooth, jade-like back. His fingertips felt slightly rough against her skin, yet carried an indescribable heat as they rubbed over the tender flesh beneath her moon-white robe. His broad palm moved over her back, gentle but firm, as though he meant to meld her snowy skin and jade-like body into his very bones.
His other hand shamelessly slid down past her waist and settled on her high, full, rounded backside. Huang Rong had a graceful, mature figure, with a slender waist, full hips, and captivating curves. Lin Xuan's fingertips traced her soft curves with an exploratory, teasing touch, circling and kneading them.
Each touch, each press, sent a suffocating current from the base of Huang Rong's spine through her whole body, leaving her so tingling she nearly melted into a pool of spring water.
"Mmph... mm..."
A faint moan escaped Huang Rong's lips. It was nothing like her usual clear, melodious voice; it was soft and tender, touched by a desire she could not name. Her mind resisted, filled with shame.
Yet her body, under Lin Xuan's forceful and skillful caresses, sank despite itself. Her legs trembled and weakened. If Lin Xuan's arm had not held her tightly around the waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.
She felt Lin Xuan's hand growing bolder on her full, lifted backside, his fingertips rubbing her taut, elastic skin, even squeezing it. The sensation was so vivid, so invasive, it seemed to strip away her reason completely. She could even feel Lin Xuan's body tense with their extreme intimacy. His solid chest radiated scorching heat through their clothes, continually passing it to her.
Time stopped flowing by ordinary measures. To Huang Rong, it seemed an entire century had passed, yet also no more than an instant. She sank into their wet entanglement, savoring the forbidden caresses on her back and backside. Her awareness grew hazy, almost completely swallowed by the surging tide of passion.
Before her was Lin Xuan's enlarged, blurred face. In her ears was the sound of him greedily taking from her. In her mouth was a strange taste, at once sweet and burning.
Several minutes later, the kiss finally came to an end.
Lin Xuan slowly and reluctantly withdrew his wet tongue from Huang Rong's mouth. As he pulled away, Huang Rong even felt a faint sense of loss, as though something precious and intoxicating had been forcibly taken from her.
Then, very slowly, he lifted his lips from hers. They were red and swollen from the kiss. His arms still held her tightly around the waist, and his fingers continued to stroke her jade-like back and rounded backside.
Huang Rong's pretty face was so red it seemed ready to drip blood. Her eyes were unfocused, filled with shock and disbelief, along with a complex feeling she had not even noticed in herself.
Her beautiful eyes were misty with tears. They held a helpless panic, as well as a trembling, yearning sensation that even she felt ashamed of.
She gasped for breath, her full breasts heaving violently like a sea swept by a storm. She seemed to be trying to calm the feelings he had just thoroughly stirred, along with the burning heat still coursing through her body. Her lips were slightly parted and swollen, still carrying the warmth and scent of Lin Xuan's lips and tongue, reminding her how real everything that had just happened was.
Rigid with tension, she tried to push him back a little, to make him move away from her.
"Xuan'er... Xuan'er?"
Huang Rong struggled to compose herself. Her voice was hoarse, touched by the faintest tremble. She even reached out and gently pushed Lin Xuan's shoulder, trying to wake him.
Lin Xuan's body shuddered. At Huang Rong's soft call, the feverish greed in his eyes gradually gave way to "confusion" and "haze," as if he had just awakened from a deep dream and could not yet distinguish reality from illusion.
He slowly released his arms from Huang Rong's waist. His fingertips left her smooth back and rounded backside, lingering with reluctance.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, then gazed at Huang Rong's flushed face with drowsy confusion. His eyes were clear and respectful as usual, without the slightest trace of lust or memory.
"Master... what... what happened to me?"
Author's Note:
Author's note: Chapter 17 was revised. I'm not quite sure where the line is. It seemed fine to me.
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Chapter 22: Practicing
Seeing the utterly innocent look in his eyes, Huang Rong felt the whole thing was even more absurd and humiliating. She even felt a little relieved that he did not know. Otherwise, she truly would not have known how to face him. She suppressed the indescribable irritation and turmoil in her chest and managed to force a stiff smile.
"It's nothing, Xuan'er."
Huang Rong tried to sound calm, but her voice still carried a faint rasp. "I was transferring power to you just now. This is the most subtle part of the Nine Yin Manual, and it requires you to focus your mind and clear away all distractions. So I used a little of my technique to help you enter meditation. You were deeply absorbed just now, so you feel a little dazed. That's perfectly normal."
Her explanation was impeccable. She blamed the "illusion" on the requirements of meditation during the power transfer and neatly explained Lin Xuan's "weakness" and "confusion." Though her face was still red, she tried to maintain the dignity of a teacher.
At her words, Lin Xuan gave an "oh" as if he had suddenly understood. The "confusion" in his eyes faded, replaced by pure curiosity and humility.
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