Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

The Soul Shifting Great Law, he was far too familiar with it from all the wuxia novels in his past life. Huang Rong was testing him, wanting to see what he truly hid in his heart.

He let out a confused hum, like a child lost in chaos, murmuring:

"Master..."

His voice was hazy and obedient, as if struggling on the edge of a dream.

Seeing his reaction, Huang Rong felt a slight ease in her heart. Under the Soul Shifting Great Law, the answers to questions were often the truest thoughts from one's heart, rarely false.

"Xuan'er, why have you been so considerate to me lately, attending to every detail? You've even... even done things that overstep boundaries?"

Huang Rong's voice was so soft it could drip water, yet every word was a pearl, directly pointing to some of Lin Xuan's deliberate actions, leaving no room for doubt.

Upon hearing this, a suitable expression of struggle and pain appeared on Lin Xuan's face, as if he were battling a deeper, forbidden secret within his heart.

"Master... Disciple..." he stammered, his tone filled with contradiction and entanglement, as if trapped in a mire.

Watching him in this state, Huang Rong felt both amused and helpless. But she wanted to know even more what lay hidden in the depths of this young man's heart.

"Tell me the truth, Xuan'er," Huang Rong's voice grew more certain, with a hint of undeniable command. "Do you... do you have... improper thoughts about me?"

As these words left her lips, a tidal wave surged within Lin Xuan's heart. He secretly praised Huang Rong's directness and decisiveness.

The opportunity had finally arrived!

He feigned a violent tremor, as if struck by some invisible force. The muscles in his face began to twitch unnaturally, his breathing grew heavy, his brows furrowed, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

"I... I do..."

Lin Xuan suddenly let out a low growl, his voice hoarse, carrying a hint of suppressed desire pushed to its limit, his tone unable to hide his struggle.

"Yes! Disciple... Disciple has improper thoughts about Master!"

Huang Rong's heart gave a jolt, her breathing quickening. This young man was actually so direct, and his tone and demeanor so genuine!

"You scoundrel!"

Huang Rong instinctively chided him softly. She wanted to withdraw the hand she had placed on Lin Xuan's pulse point, but feared interrupting the effect of the Soul Shifting Great Law and causing a backlash to Lin Xuan.

She gazed at Lin Xuan's pained and struggling face with complex emotions, her inner feelings a jumbled mess of bitterness, shock, shame, and a strange tingling sensation.

Lin Xuan continued to struggle, as if exerting all his strength to resist the control of the Soul Shifting Great Law, revealing the secret he most wished to keep hidden.

"Disciple... Disciple did not intend this! Disciple... Disciple's feelings for Master are... are adoration!"

He suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes, usually clear and gentle, were now filled with fervor and obsession, like two burning flames, staring directly at Huang Rong.

They held a heart-stopping possessiveness, so intense it felt as if it could devour her.

"Master... Your celestial grace is peerless, your beauty could topple nations. In this life, I have never seen a woman more captivating than you!"

Lin Xuan's voice became hoarse and deep, yet carried an irresistible magnetism. His breathing was rapid, his eyes filled with intense adoration, his tone brimming with undisguised infatuation and praise.

"Your eyes, like autumn stars, are as bright as them, yet as deep as the sea. Every time I gaze upon them, my heart is lost, unable to extricate itself!"

He reached out, as if wanting to touch Huang Rong's fair, jade-like cheek, her skin so delicate it seemed it could be broken by a puff of air, the most beautiful porcelain in the world.

Lin Xuan's burning gaze swept unscrupulously over her alluring, full bosom, faintly visible beneath her moon-white robe, then down to her impossibly slender waist and long, beautiful legs.

The affection was so thick it was almost tangible, pressing down on Huang Rong until she could barely breathe.

"Every day, I see Master toiling for the nation and its people, and my heart aches. Every sigh from Master feels like a knife twisting in my heart. I only wish... I only wish to share everything with Master, to ensure Master... remains this beautiful and captivating forever!"

Huang Rong was so stunned by his "mad" confession that her entire body stiffened. Her pretty face instantly turned red, even her earlobes flushing a tempting pink. Her heart pounded like a drum; she had never felt such intense disorientation.

She had never heard such bold and explicit praise, let alone from her own disciple!

This praise was direct and powerful, carrying an irresistible impact that made her feel ashamed, yet a strange tingling sensation spread from her bones, making her body tremble slightly.

She knew Lin Xuan was under the effect of the Soul Shifting Great Law, and that his words and actions were not his own.

But his burning gaze, his deeply affectionate words, and his current near-out-of-control state felt so real, as if the deepest parts of his heart had been forcibly dug out and laid bare before her.

"But... but, Master and disciple... Master and disciple cannot..."

Lin Xuan's voice was filled with immense pain and struggle, as if he were fighting against his strongest forbidden boundary.

"Disciple knows... knows that between master and disciple, there are boundaries that cannot be crossed! Disciple knows that Master is already the wife of Great Hero Guo. Disciple knows that this... this is immoral! It is a transgression against the natural order!"

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of near-desperate pain:

"Disciple can only... can only hide this adoration... deeply... deeply in his heart, unspoken... forever only seeing Master as... as the most respected elder..."

As Lin Xuan spoke, his body suddenly leaned forward, as if 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.

Lin Xuan's hands, without any warning from Huang Rong, shot out, swift as lightning, yet with an incredible gentleness and precision, cupping Huang Rong's delicate, creamy cheek.

Huang Rong felt a scorching heat spread from Lin Xuan's palms, quickly radiating across her tender cheek.

Her body instantly stiffened, her mind went blank, completely stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Before she could react, Lin Xuan leaned down, his lips landing precisely and unerringly on Huang Rong's luscious red lips, which were slightly parted in shock.

"Mmmph!"

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed whimper, her voice swallowed by the invading lips and tongue.

Her lips were soft and warm, carrying her unique sweet fragrance, a blend of orchid elegance and spring grass freshness. Lin Xuan's lips and teeth gently caressed her lips, with a hint of exploration and longing, making her heart instantly go numb.

But Lin Xuan didn't stop there.

His tongue, with an undeniable heat and aggression, like an invading army, broke through and thrust into Huang Rong's mouth!

"Mmm!"

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently again. She felt Lin Xuan's tongue surge straight in, carrying his masculine and aggressive aura, instantly stirring her mouth and plundering all the fragrance within.

It was an unprecedented, forbidden, and tingly sensation that exploded through her limbs, making her body go weak.

Author's Notes:

Author's Words: This chapter is written really well. Huang Rong designed a test for Lin Xuan, and Lin Xuan took advantage of her. Brothers, please give more feedback, I don't feel like writing when I'm alone. I won't update tonight.

Chapter Twenty-One: Lin Xuan is Innocent

Deep in the bamboo forest, a gentle breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, creating a soft whispering sound. However, this cool breeze could not dilute the dizzying heat and ambiguity in the air.

Huang Rong's lips were forcefully seized by Lin Xuan. Her graceful body trembled as if struck by lightning, letting out a suppressed whimper before being swallowed by his hot lips and tongue.

She felt an unprecedented heat and moisture, carrying a masculine energy, that attacked and conquered like an unstoppable force, directly penetrating the most private forbidden zone of her mouth.

His tongue, with an undeniable fierceness and aggression. Before Huang Rong could even close her lips, he thrust forward and plunged into her mouth!

"Mmm!"

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently again. She clearly felt Lin Xuan's tongue surge straight in, carrying his masculine and domineering aura, instantly churning within her mouth.

His tongue, strong and precise, found hers, coiling and sucking like a wild snake. Each entanglement felt like an electric current piercing her heart, a trembling sensation mixed with an irresistible shiver.

The feeling surpassed all intimacy she had ever known. The extreme unfamiliarity stimulated every sensitive nerve, making her dizzy and her limbs weak.

Her reason shattered like glass at that moment, instantly turning into countless fragments.

Her mind was blank, leaving only the wet, hot sensation of Lin Xuan's tongue entwined with hers, that aggressive heat, and his rich, intoxicating masculine scent, which completely submerged her at that instant.

She was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, the Zhuge Liang of her generation, the renowned leader of the Beggar's Sect, the guardian deity of Xiangyang City. Her mind was meticulous, her understanding profound, her strategies flawless. When had she ever lost control like this?

Yet now, she sat there stiffly, as if bound by an invisible force, unable to resist in the slightest. Her lips were captured, her tongue entangled, and she felt all her strength drain away like the tide, every cell trembling under this unfamiliar invasion.

Within Lin Xuan, the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique was circulating wildly, as if opening the door to infinite power!

Such direct and deep contact caused the abundant Primal Yin Energy within Huang Rong to surge into Lin Xuan's body like a breached flood, being frantically absorbed and transformed by the technique.

Lin Xuan felt his meridians being gently cleansed by countless streams of warmth, his internal energy skyrocketing to an unprecedented peak! He could even feel the essence of the Nine Yin Manual and the dominance of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique merging wonderfully within his meridians, as if the level of his cultivation had been sublimated at that moment, reaching a whole new realm.

And Huang Rong was completely lost in a sudden, sweet, yet shameful nightmare.

Her body, due to the extreme intimacy and unprecedented impact, involuntarily softened and weakened. Her mind, due to Lin Xuan's earth-shattering, straightforward confession and this sudden deep kiss, was completely plunged into chaos.

She knew clearly that Lin Xuan was currently under the "hypnotic state" of the Soul Shifting Great Law. He didn't know what he was doing, his words and actions were not his own.

But... but this feeling... was so clear, so real. So real that her heart almost leaped out of her chest, so real that her blood boiled and rushed upwards, dyeing her beautiful face, even her earlobes, with an alluring blush.

It spread to her delicate neck, and even through her moon-white robe, reaching her full, plump, soft breasts, forming a shocking blush.

Her delicate body trembled involuntarily, the tremor spreading from her fingertips to her arms, and then throughout her entire body. Her breathing was completely disordered, accompanied by faint whimpers, like a flickering candle in the wind, precarious.

Her arms hung stiffly at her sides, wanting to push him away, to struggle, but she felt bound by some powerful magnetic force, unable to move. Her mind was blank, her body numb, she felt completely clueless on how to handle this sudden, yet deeply ingrained intimacy.

Lin Xuan's wet and domineering lips, filled with a strong possessiveness, stirred and sucked repeatedly. Under his assault, Huang Rong's tongue passively responded. Each caress seemed to ignite the fire within her.

A tingle rising from the depths of her abdomen shot straight to her head along her spine, causing her to let out involuntary low moans.

And Lin Xuan was not satisfied with this.

He embraced Huang Rong's slender waist, tightening his arms, pressing her graceful, shapely body tightly against his broad, warm chest. She could clearly feel the vigorous, strong heartbeat in his chest, each beat heavily striking her soft chest, gradually synchronizing with her disordered heartbeat, almost drowning her.

One of his hands slowly moved upwards from her supple waist, gliding over her jade-like skin. The touch of his fingertips was rough like sandpaper, yet carried an indescribable heat, rubbing against her tender skin beneath the moon-white robe. His large palm gently but firmly stroked her back, as if wanting to knead her into his very bones.

His other hand moved brazenly downwards, passing her waist, and landed on her high-arched, full, and rounded buttocks. Huang Rong's figure was already voluptuous, with a slender waist and full hips, her curves alluring. Lin Xuan's fingertips, with a sense of exploration and teasing, gently circled and kneaded the soft curves of her buttocks.

Each touch, each press, sent a suffocating electric current from her tailbone straight through her body, making her so weak she felt like she would melt into a puddle of spring water.

"Mmm... Mm..."

More faint hums escaped Huang Rong's lips, her voice completely different from her usual clear and pleasant tone, carrying an indescribable softness and desire. Her mind resisted, felt shame.

But her body, under Lin Xuan's domineering yet skillful caresses, involuntarily surrendered. Her legs felt weak and trembling; if Lin Xuan hadn't held her waist tightly, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

She felt Lin Xuan's hands become more unrestrained on her full buttocks, his fingertips gently stroking, rubbing, even gripping the firm and elastic skin. The sensation was so clear, so invasive, as if it were stripping away her reason. She even felt Lin Xuan's body tense up due to the extreme intimacy, his solid chest filled with a scorching heat that radiated through their clothes.

Time passed, no longer measured in ordinary ways. In Huang Rong's perception, it felt like an entire century, yet also like a mere instant. She was immersed in the wet, hot entanglement, enjoying the forbidden caresses on her back and buttocks. Her consciousness blurred, almost completely swallowed by the surging tide of passion.

Before her was Lin Xuan's enlarged and blurry face, in her ears was the sound of his unrestrained plundering, and in her mouth was a strange taste, a mixture of sweetness and heat.

A few minutes later, the kiss finally came to an end.

Lin Xuan slowly and reluctantly withdrew his wet, hot tongue from Huang Rong's mouth. At the moment of departure, Huang Rong even felt a faint sense of loss, as if something extremely precious and intoxicating had been forcefully pulled away.

He then gently, very slowly, moved his lips away from her tender, slightly swollen lips. His hand still held her waist tightly, his fingers still restlessly stroking her back and buttocks.

Huang Rong's pretty face was now so red it looked like it could bleed. Her eyes were hazy, filled with shock and disbelief, and a complex emotion she herself hadn't noticed.

Her beautiful eyes were now misty, carrying a hint of helpless panic, and a tremor and longing that she herself found shameful.

She gasped for breath, her full breasts heaving violently, like a sea tossed by a storm, as if trying to calm her thoroughly disturbed emotions and the lingering heat within her. Her lips parted slightly, slightly swollen, still carrying the warmth and scent of Lin Xuan's lips and tongue, a reminder of how real everything that had just happened was.

She stiffened, trying to push him away slightly, to get him off her.

"Xuan'er... Xuan'er?"

Huang Rong managed to steady her mind, her voice hoarse and trembling almost imperceptibly. She even reached out a hand, gently pushing Lin Xuan's shoulder, trying to wake him.

Lin Xuan's body trembled. His eyes, which had been fervent and greedy, gradually regained a trace of "confusion" and "disorientation" under Huang Rong's gentle call, as if he had just woken from a deep dream, not yet able to distinguish reality from illusion.

He slowly released the hand that had been around Huang Rong's waist, his fingertips moving away from her smooth, jade-like back and shapely hips, with a lingering reluctance.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, a hazy confusion on his face as he looked blankly at Huang Rong's alluring, dewy complexion. His eyes were now filled with ordinary clarity and respect, devoid of any lust or memory.

"Master... Disciple... what happened to this disciple?"

Author's Notes:

Author's Note: Chapter 17 was revised. I'm not sure about the boundaries, it felt okay.

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I was warned by the editor this afternoon about being too suggestive. Reader group: 2159025026. Any original text will be posted there.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Practicing the Art

Looking at his eyes, as pure as a blank sheet of paper, Huang Rong felt even more ridiculous and ashamed. She even felt a flicker of relief that he didn't know. Otherwise, she truly wouldn't know how to conduct herself. She suppressed the indescribable irritation and turmoil in her chest, forcing a stiff smile.

"It's nothing, Xuan'er."

Huang Rong feigned composure, but her voice still carried an imperceptible huskiness. "Your Master was just transmitting energy to you. This is the most subtle part of the Nine Yin Manual, requiring your mind and spirit to be one, free from distractions. Therefore, I used some techniques to help you enter a state of meditation. You were too deeply immersed, which is why you felt a bit dazed. It's a normal phenomenon."

Her explanation was flawless, attributing the recent "illusion" entirely to the requirements of meditation during energy transmission, and cleverly explaining Lin Xuan's "weakness" and "confusion." Although her face was still flushed, she maintained as much of a teacher's dignity as possible.

Lin Xuan let out an "Oh" as if he suddenly understood. The "confusion" in his eyes dissipated, replaced by pure curiosity and humility.