Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master Is Huang Rong

He respectfully lowered his head, guiltily saying, "So that's how it is... It is I who was foolish and unable to meet Master's requirements. I still need Master to demonstrate the mental technique. Thank you for your patient guidance, Master. I will definitely work harder to live up to your expectations."

He appeared so perfect, a humble, studious, even slightly clumsy young man, a stark contrast to the passionate, domineering figure who had just kissed her. This caused the strange flutter in Huang Rong's heart to gradually subside under the impact of Lin Xuan's innocent eyes and sincere words, her reason slowly returning.

Huang Rong nodded slightly, maintaining a stiff smile on her face. She waved her hand dismissively, signaling him that no further ceremony was needed.

"Enough, that's all the transmission of power for today. Go back on your own and properly comprehend what you've gained today, and solidify your foundation. Your Master... your Master is also a bit tired today and needs some rest."

She found a flimsy excuse, wanting only to escape the suffocating atmosphere as quickly as possible. She couldn't stay a second longer. She didn't even dare to look at Lin Xuan again, afraid that another glance would stir up more absurd memories and feelings. It was as if staying any longer would cause the buried shame to completely consume her.

Huang Rong practically fled, forcing her weary body to move as she stumbled out of the lush green bamboo forest. Every step she took carried an invisible panic and helplessness, as if pursued by monsters. The only sound in her ears was the rustling of bamboo leaves in the gentle breeze, which to her, sounded like endless mockery, mocking her current disheveled state and loss of composure.

Lin Xuan watched Huang Rong's flustered retreating figure. The splash of moon-white silk disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest, and the corners of his lips curved upwards. He raised his hand and gently caressed his lips, as if the softness and sweetness of Huang Rong's lips still lingered there.

"Master..." he murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with an unyielding ambition and a hint of indescribable desire for conquest.

She thought it was a soul-shifting technique, that he was not in control of himself. Little did she know, this was all orchestrated by Lin Xuan. He had even secretly activated the unique absorbing force of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique at his tongue's tip, devouring more of her Primal Yin Energy.

That kiss, lasting several minutes, was filled with his calculations and schemes every second. From the perfectly timed fervor in his eyes to the aggressive movements of his hands, every detail served only one purpose: to completely shatter Huang Rong's psychological defenses and plunge her into this inescapable confusion.

This was only the beginning. What he wanted was not just her martial arts and status, not just her Xiangyang treasures, and certainly not some fleeting reputation.

What he wanted was this woman, completely and utterly, from body to soul, to be his possession.

Lin Xuan exhaled softly, feeling an unprecedented surge of internal power within him, a deeper smile gracing his lips. He cast his gaze in the direction Huang Rong had left, his deep eyes flashing with the light of determination.

He knew that today's "accident" had planted the deepest seed in Huang Rong's heart. And this seed would eventually take root and sprout, entwining her like vines, completely consuming her and making her Lin Xuan's exclusive property.

He didn't rush to leave. Instead, he sat back down on the stone bench, closed his eyes, and concentrated, carefully savoring the vigorous and powerful force within him. Huang Rong's years of cultivating the Nine Yin Manual meant her Primal Yin Energy was incredibly pure. Combined with his Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, it was truly a perfect match.

In just a few minutes, not only had his internal energy greatly increased, but some of the bottlenecks he had encountered during his cultivation were also resolved. He had even gained a deeper understanding of the Nine Yin Manual's general principles, with many normally obscure incantations now becoming clear.

Lin Xuan secretly mulled over his next plan. Huang Rong's mental defenses had been breached at a corner. The most important thing now was not to rush, but to let her slowly get used to his presence and this forbidden intimacy amidst her shame and confusion.

He wanted her to repeatedly savor the tremors and excitement brought about by today's kiss in their future interactions, to openly regard him as a disciple while being unable to resist his attraction to her in her heart.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding lush green bamboo forest. The breeze was still gentle, the bamboo shadows dappled, but to Lin Xuan, it all now seemed tinged with a hint of romance. He knew that from now on, this bamboo forest would no longer be just a place for transmitting power, but also a witness to the budding of the forbidden feelings between him and Huang Rong.

Lin Xuan stood up and leisurely left the bamboo forest. His steps were unhurried, even carrying a sense of ease, as if everything that had just happened was merely an unconscious dream. As he walked out of the bamboo forest, he even deliberately scratched his head, feigning a dazed look as if just waking up, ensuring that even if he encountered anyone, they wouldn't notice the slightest clue.

Meanwhile, Huang Rong had already fled back to her chambers in the back courtyard. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her body still trembling slightly.

She placed her hands on her burning cheeks, the heat so real, so scorching, as if it could consume her entirely.

In her mind, Lin Xuan's hoarse growl echoed repeatedly: "This disciple has improper thoughts about his Master!" And his bold, explicit praises, those burning words of adoration, lingered in her heart like a poisonous curse.

What shattered her even more was that she clearly remembered Lin Xuan's burning, infatuated eyes, that possessiveness that could scorch everything. And that long, domineering kiss, the aggressive entanglement of his tongue, and his hands that unreservedly and repeatedly caressed her jade back and firm buttocks.

Shame washed over her, overwhelming and absolute. She felt a humiliation unlike any she had ever known; as the dignified wife of the Beggar Sect leader and a celebrated heroine of Xiangyang City, she had lost all composure before her own disciple, even allowing herself to be... to be trifled with by him in such a manner!

Yet, behind the humiliation, a strange sweetness quietly bloomed.

A tremor, an ineffable tremor. The impact of that kiss was an extreme she had never experienced. Even after years of married life with Guo Jing, she had never felt such a tearing yet stimulating sensation. Lin Xuan's youth, his masculinity, his dominance, all like a fierce fire, instantly ignited a barren land deep within her heart that had never been touched.

She should have been furious, should have struck the young man away with a palm, should have made him kneel and beg for mercy. But she didn't. She didn't even have the strength to push him away, completely losing her mind and composure due to his kiss and his hands.

"Scoundrel!"

Huang Rong cursed in a hoarse voice. She rushed to the water basin in her room and splashed cold water on her face again and again, wanting to wash away the burning heat, to wash away the shame that had seeped into her bones.

But no matter how much she washed, the sensation of the kiss, the faint scent of pine on Lin Xuan, the dominance of his tongue, the warmth of his hands, all played out in her mind like scenes from a movie, refusing to disappear.

She stared at her face in the water basin, still flushed red despite being soaked. Her eyes, usually filled with wisdom and sharpness, now held a hint of confusion, a hint of panic, a hint of... self-disbelief in her own indulgence.

After that day, Huang Rong's time teaching Lin Xuan significantly decreased, as if she was reluctant to be in the same room with him for extended periods.

Lin Xuan noticed Huang Rong's unrest. He channeled his energy into martial arts training.

He shut himself away for several days, focusing solely on improving his internal energy.

The internal energy from the Nine Yin Manual flowed into his already surging Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique like a clear stream. A perfect fusion.

He sat cross-legged, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and entered a deep state of meditation.

His meridians rumbled low as the two divine techniques operated in unison.

The internal energy of the Nine Yin Manual, pure and gentle, nourished his meridians like a spring breeze.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, on the other hand, was fierce and powerful, like a surging river, tearing and reshaping within his body, tempering every inch of his flesh and blood.

With every breath, he could feel the invisible vital energy of heaven and earth pouring unceasingly into his Dantian.

The healing and recovery abilities inherent in the Nine Yin Manual's internal energy amplified the characteristic of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique to absorb all things and convert them for his use, while also completely extracting the essence of the Nine Yin Manual and transforming it into even more powerful energy.

The two cultivation methods promoted each other, complementing one another.

Lin Xuan's internal energy surged at a visible rate, his true qi flooding his entire body like a tide.

Even a faint layer of protective aura formed around him.

His physique was also greatly strengthened during this process.

His originally upright and well-proportioned figure now had smooth lines, exuding explosive power.

Under the baptism of his internal energy, his skin faintly glowed with a jade-like luster, full of elasticity and resilience.

And his handsome face, filled with internal energy, appeared even more heroic, his eyes as deep as an abyss, as if containing boundless power and wisdom.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Guo Jing Tests His Martial Arts

The first light of dawn broke over the training grounds. Lin Xuan stood alone in the crisp morning air, practicing martial arts. His physique had shed its former frailty, becoming tall and powerful. A unique aura emanated from him, like an ancient pine in the depths of winter—restrained and serene, yet brimming with vitality.

It was precisely the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique that, through years of constant nourishment, had fundamentally transformed and remolded his body. His meridians were far clearer than those of an ordinary martial artist, and his Internal Energy surged like a rushing river, unstoppable and fierce.

The sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew.

Lin Xuan's hands and palms flew, executing a set of Falling Blossoms Divine Sword Palm. His movements were spacious yet agile, his palm winds whistling and stirring ripples in the air before him. After completing the palm technique, he smoothly concluded his stance, calm and composed. His breathing was undisturbed, only a few fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead, accentuating his handsome face with an added touch of composure and heroism.

"Xuan'er, this Falling Blossoms Divine Sword Palm in your hands carries an extraordinary artistic conception."

A deep, approving voice came from not far away.

Lin Xuan followed the sound and saw Guo Jing striding towards him. He was burly, like a moving mountain, his square face etched with the fatigue of continuous labor, but the relief in his eyes was undeniable.

Beside Guo Jing, Huang Rong approached gracefully.

She was, as always, dressed in a simple, elegant, pale green silk gown. The fabric was light, and with her delicate steps, it subtly outlined her astonishingly graceful and exquisite curves. Her full bosom rose and fell with each gentle breath, her slender waist seemed almost too delicate to grasp, and her rounded, alluring hips were faintly visible beneath the thin material, silently exuding the myriad charms and allure of a mature woman.

Her dark hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, a few playful strands falling by her smooth, jade-like ears, adding a touch of lazy tenderness. Her unadorned face was as beautiful as a painting, her clarity infused with an ineffable charm. Her bright, autumn-water-like eyes were currently fixed softly on Lin Xuan, carrying a hint of a teacher's pride and a deep, probing gaze.

"Greetings, Master's Husband, greetings, Master," Lin Xuan said respectfully, bowing.

"No need for formalities," Guo Jing waved his hand, his eyes full of kindness. He walked up to Lin Xuan and examined him closely, exclaiming, "Xuan'er, your martial arts have progressed at a divine speed, truly the fastest I have ever seen. You have been in the Guo Mansion for over half a year, and both your internal energy and your techniques are beyond compare. Today, watching your palm work, you have grasped its essence. Let us have a small spar, so I can see just what level you have reached."

He immediately bowed, his tone sincere, "Your Disciple obeys. However, Master's Husband's martial arts are peerless, and your Disciple's cultivation is shallow. I fear I will not meet Master's Husband's expectations. I only ask for Master's Husband's mercy."

"Haha, you child, you are too modest," Guo Jing chuckled heartily, but a hint of seriousness flickered in his eyes. He had always been straightforward, and Lin Xuan's performance at this moment made him feel that this young man was no ordinary person.

Huang Rong stood quietly by the side. Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Lin Xuan, not only with relief but also with a trace of a hidden anomaly she herself had not noticed. She knew best the speed of Lin Xuan's progress, and she knew best that she had taught him almost everything she knew. Yet, Lin Xuan's martial arts talent still filled her with an ineffable surprise. She wanted to see how far Lin Xuan could go. This feeling was a mixture of a teacher's satisfaction and a curiosity about the "unknown."

Guo Jing walked to the center of the training ground and casually assumed a stance, unpretentious yet exuding an imposing presence. He wore no weapons, clearly intending to fight with his palms.

Lin Xuan also took a deep breath, calming his mind. He did not attack first but adopted the starting stance of the Falling Blossoms Divine Sword Palm, his entire being circulating with energy, like a poised eagle ready to strike. At this moment, the internal energy from his Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique and the Nine Yin Manual had perfectly merged, radiating powerful vitality. That inexhaustible strength filled him with confidence.

"Please!" Guo Jing's deep voice commanded, initiating the first move.

He pushed his palm forward, seemingly simple, yet it contained the majestic power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Guo Jing did not exert his full strength, using less than thirty percent of his power, but the palm wind was still heavy as a mountain, carrying an unstoppable momentum straight towards Lin Xuan's face.

Lin Xuan's eyes sharpened. Guo Jing's palm force was indeed extraordinary; even without full power, it was enough to split stone. He did not meet it head-on but shifted his body slightly, employing the "Wind Blows Flowers Fly" footwork from the Falling Blossoms Divine Sword Palm. His body slid half a foot to the side like a light feather, narrowly evading Guo Jing's palm edge.

As he evaded, his left palm lightly struck towards Guo Jing's arm, seemingly weak but secretly imbued with the soft, spiraling force of the Nine Yin Manual, attempting to deflect the blow. Guo Jing's arm trembled, then he inwardly drew in, skillfully neutralizing Lin Xuan's subtle force. Simultaneously, his right leg shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea, kicking directly at Lin Xuan's abdomen.

Lin Xuan's brow remained steady as he calmly adapted. He twisted his waist, his body arching backward with incredible flexibility, evading Guo Jing's leg wind. At the same time, his right hand changed from a palm to a finger, pointing at the air. This was the subtlety of the Finger Flicking Divine Skill, yet it was silent, like a gentle breeze.

Guo Jing's eyes flashed. He knew Lin Xuan's Finger Flicking Divine Skill was a true inheritance from Huang Rong. He flipped his wrist, using his internal energy to counter, instantly neutralizing Lin Xuan's finger force.

In the following dozens of moves, the two weaved and dodged within a small space, their offense and defense seamlessly transitioning.

Guo Jing's palm strikes gradually increased in power, from thirty percent to fifty percent. His palm strikes were like a storm, continuous and relentless, each perfectly blocking Lin Xuan's escape routes, probing Lin Xuan's limits.

Lin Xuan, however, was like a lone boat adrift on the sea, battered by the wind and waves, yet never sinking. He displayed the lightness and grace of the Falling Blossoms Divine Sword Palm and the force-dissipating variations of the Nine Yin Manual to their fullest extent.

His footwork was as light as a swallow's, his movements unpredictable. Each evasion was perfectly timed, narrowly avoiding Guo Jing's palm wind by a hair's breadth. He rarely met force with force, preferring to borrow and deflect, using softness to overcome hardness.

When Guo Jing's palm strike reached him, the Nine Yin Manual internal energy within him would flow through his meridians like a living thing, instantly neutralizing most of Guo Jing's force. The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, meanwhile, secretly and rapidly repaired any minor wear and tear within his body and accelerated the circulation of his internal energy, providing instantaneous boosts to both his speed and explosive power, making him seem tireless.

"Bang!"

Guo Jing finally unleashed a powerful "Dragon's Repentance" strike, its palm force fierce and unparalleled, the wind of its impact rushing towards him.

Lin Xuan crossed his palms to meet it. It wasn't a head-on collision. The moment their palms touched, they rippled like water waves, and a surge of the Nine Yin Manual's utmost softness instantly dissolved most of the force. Using this push, he retreated several feet, landing steadily at the edge of the training ground, his robes fluttering, composed and unhurried.

Guo Jing retracted his stance, his eyes fixed on Lin Xuan, a look of unprecedented admiration on his face. Although he hadn't used his full strength, he had exerted at least fifty percent of his power. Yet, this young man had managed to withstand dozens of his moves without falling behind, even responding with composure. It was simply unbelievable.

"Good! Good! Good!" Guo Jing said "good" three times in a row, his voice loud and filled with surprise and genuine admiration.

"Xuan'er, you are truly a heaven-sent genius!" Guo Jing strode up to Lin Xuan, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You have only been in the Guo Mansion for over half a year, yet your martial arts progress has far surpassed the ordinary! Your meridians are completely unobstructed, and the speed of your internal energy circulation is astonishing!"

He extended his large hand and gently placed it on Lin Xuan's shoulder, feeling the surging vitality and immense internal energy within the young man. That powerful yet subtly strange, soft aura surprised Guo Jing.

"The palm technique you just used has deeply grasped the essence of the Falling Blossoms Divine Sword Palm. While your internal energy is not as profound as mine, its circulation speed and the swiftness of its variations have even surprised me," Guo Jing praised without reservation. He had always been forthright, and his praise at this moment was from the bottom of his heart.

Lin Xuan respectfully bowed, his face displaying a perfectly calibrated humility. "Master's Husband is too kind. My achievements today are entirely due to the careful guidance and wholehearted teaching of Master and Master's Husband. Your Disciple merely followed the instructions, daring not to claim undue credit."

These humble words only deepened Guo Jing's good impression of him.

Huang Rong also walked over gracefully. She moved lightly, her figure swaying like a water snake. Beneath her moon-white silk gown, her full and elastic hips traced heart-stopping curves with her steps. Her beautiful eyes flickered between Lin Xuan and Guo Jing. She looked at the perfectly measured humility on Lin Xuan's face and Guo Jing's almost overflowing praise, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She knew that Lin Xuan's claim of merely "following instructions" was not entirely true. Although the Nine Yin Manual she taught was exquisite, achieving such rapid internal energy circulation and such unobstructed meridians had long surpassed the realm of mere talent, far beyond what ordinary cultivation could achieve.

She understood the Nine Yin Manual better than Guo Jing, and she understood Lin Xuan's body even better. On several occasions while teaching Lin Xuan martial arts, she had felt his body absorb her internal energy like a sponge, transforming it into his own purer energy. She had also sensed the abnormal openness of his meridians.

Huang Rong knew that Lin Xuan possessed a mysterious quality she herself could not fathom.

Perhaps it was related to his sharp perception that allowed him to see through the Mongol scout outside the city gates the first time; perhaps it was related to his miraculous ancient technique, Primal Essence Return Breath; and perhaps it was related to his peculiar "heart-mind connection." However, this mystery drew her in, making her both wary and involuntarily attracted. She longed to uncover Lin Xuan's secret, yet she had an intuition that it would come at a greater cost than she imagined.

In over half a year, his internal energy had progressed so much, and even Brother Jing praised him so highly...

Huang Rong mused inwardly. Lin Xuan's martial arts had already surpassed Wu Dunru, Wu Xiuwen, and Guo Fu. Although their martial arts were also personally taught by Guo Jing and Huang Rong, their talent was limited, and their progress was slow, still lingering in the introductory stages.

This meant that Lin Xuan was now second only to the couple in martial arts within the Guo Mansion. And he had only been training for a few months.

"Xuan'er, it is truly remarkable that you have integrated the Nine Yin Manual's internal energy cultivation with the martial arts of Peach Blossom Island so naturally," Huang Rong affirmed softly, her gaze filled with extreme admiration, as if she could engrave Lin Xuan's image in her heart.

Lin Xuan's astonishing talent was entirely attributed to the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique's comprehensive bodily transformation and the extraordinary insight into martial arts mysteries it brought. His meridians were more open than those of ordinary people because the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique silently widened and strengthened his meridians with every absorption of primal yin energy. His internal energy circulated so rapidly because the technique efficiently converted absorbed energy into his own internal energy and accelerated its circulation within his meridians.

"Master, Master's Husband, your Disciple will certainly cultivate diligently and not fail your expectations," Lin Xuan bowed respectfully again, his tone sincere and firm.

Guo Jing laughed heartily, patting Lin Xuan's shoulder. His palm wind carried a genuine sense of heroism. "Good, good, good! With you, Xuan'er, here, how can our Xiangyang City not be stable!"

Chapter Twenty-Four: A Clever Plan to Attack the Supply Route

After that unexpected intimate encounter in the bamboo forest, Huang Rong deliberately distanced herself from Lin Xuan.

Using the excuse of being in seclusion to consolidate her martial arts or being busy with military affairs, she reduced the time she personally spent instructing Lin Xuan. She only allowed him to study on his own, and if he had any questions, he was to send someone to inform her.

This was not a long-term solution; she knew that very well. But it was the most direct and effective way she could think of to avoid Lin Xuan at that moment.

She even began to avoid eye contact with Lin Xuan. During occasional chance encounters, she would only give a hurried nod before finding an excuse to leave, as if Lin Xuan carried some kind of intense fire that could scorch her heart and mind. A hint of imperceptible weariness and evasion always lingered on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Lin Xuan saw that Huang Rong's heart was unsettled. He knew that haste makes waste. Just like the cultivation of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, one could only achieve explosive growth after steady accumulation.

On the surface, he remained obedient and compliant, not making any proactive moves. Instead, he secretly adjusted his strategy and continued to implement his "psychological tactics," akin to boiling a frog in warm water.

Every morning, Lin Xuan would send someone to deliver a nourishing soup to Huang Rong. He claimed it was a secret recipe he discovered while studying ancient texts at night, which he had specifically instructed the cook to prepare. It had the miraculous effect of "calming the spirit, pacifying the qi, and benefiting internal energy."

The fragrant aroma of the soup was something Huang Rong had initially intended to refuse.

However, upon smelling the faint, sweet scent of the medicinal herbs, her body instinctively felt a sense of craving. After drinking it a few times, she found that the soup indeed helped her calm her emotions and even alleviate the subtle heat lingering deep within her body.

Occasionally, in front of Guo Jing, Lin Xuan would intentionally or unintentionally praise Huang Rong's hard work and wisdom. His words were filled with the sincerity and reverence unique to a young man.

He would say, "Master has been exhausting herself day and night for Xiangyang. As a disciple, I see it and my heart aches for her."

Or, "What Master says always enlightens me. Her wisdom is so profound and vast that I, as a disciple, could never reach it even if I tried my whole life."

Guo Jing, who already doted on Huang Rong, felt even more heartbroken upon hearing Lin Xuan's words. He would return to his chambers to personally show his concern.

This made Huang Rong, while avoiding him, feel Lin Xuan's "consideration" and "care" everywhere. Even though it was conveyed through Guo Jing, it allowed her heart, which had been tense for years for the sake of the country and its people, to feel an unprecedented warmth, as if being moistened by a gentle rain.

Everything Lin Xuan did was like a gentle rain, silently seeping into Huang Rong's heart.

She knew she should remain vigilant. But Lin Xuan's flawless filial piety and obedience left her with no grounds to object.