She reached out and gently touched Lin Xuan's face, her fingertips trembling as she felt the warmth of his skin. Her voice was hoarse, carrying a trace of resolve and surrender, yet filled with a tenderness she had never shown before. "Xuan'er... I... I feel the same..."
Before she could finish, Lin Xuan eagerly claimed her lips again.
This time, Huang Rong offered no resistance and hesitated not at all. She leaned toward him, meeting his embrace and returning his affection. She cast aside her shame and reserve, surrendering herself completely to Lin Xuan. Their lips met, and their clothes fell away.
They clung to each other in the candlelit bedroom, swept up in passion. As Lin Xuan cultivated the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique with Huang Rong, his power surged once more. And in the midst of their shared bliss, Huang Rong's old injuries healed completely, her Internal Energy advanced, and she felt reborn.
### Afterward
After that night, Guo Mansion in Xiangyang City seemed to be quietly bathed in an invisible spring rain, touched by a hint of intimacy and renewal.
Huang Rong's heart was like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon. At last, she escaped the moral boundaries and worldly shackles that had confined her for years, and found a freedom and renewal she had never known.
She no longer struggled or resisted. All the shame and conflict of the past had been washed away by the overwhelming pleasure and emotion of that night. In their place came a surging love, and an instinctive desire to be claimed and to lose herself completely.
Lin Xuan, the young man she had taught with her own hands, now occupied her heart and body entirely. The forbidden nature of their relationship, once a source of torment, had become her sweetest secret. It left her with a constant, wine-softened sense of intoxication and contentment. Unbidden, a bewitching softness and charm appeared in her eyes and expression.
By day, however, she remained the Beggar Sect's capable leader, always in command, the devoted wife at Guo Jing's side, and the stern yet loving mother to Guo Fu. She carefully hid all her tenderness and indulgence beneath a composed and unruffled façade.
Whenever she and Lin Xuan met in public, she made a point of keeping the distance expected of master and disciple. Her gaze remained calm, and her words were strictly businesslike. But only she knew how a tingle rose through her whenever Lin Xuan's deep, affectionate gaze happened to fall on her, or he offered her a courteous, gentle smile. It was as if an electric current passed through her, making her shapely body go soft.
Lin Xuan was much the same. He remained the modest, courteous, and gifted "Little Zhuge," respectful and filial before Guo Jing, and never boastful in front of others. He understood Huang Rong's heart. He knew she yearned for this forbidden love, yet bore the heavy burden of reputation and responsibility.
So he never crossed the line in public. Their closeness was reserved for moments when no one could know. His gaze always seemed to follow her, as if he lived and shone for her alone.
Their secret meetings were like night-blooming flowers: brief, yet charged with tension. Every moment together was precious.
Whenever night fell and Guo Mansion grew quiet, the patrolling guards began to tire. Lin Xuan would find the right moment to appear silently outside Huang Rong's bedroom. He wouldn't knock or even speak, but would pause quietly at the door. If Huang Rong responded—even with the faintest flicker of candlelight inside—it was a wordless invitation.
He would open the door and step inside quietly. Huang Rong was usually seated at her desk, reviewing the military documents that had piled up during the day. She had usually changed into soft, loose home clothes, pale moon-white or light pink. The thin silk outlined her graceful figure in the candlelight, revealing an intimate and alluring glimpse of her curves. Beneath the fabric, her full bosom looked even more enticing; her waist was so slender it seemed to fit in one hand, and the shadowed curve of her rounded hips lent her an added allure.
Lin Xuan would come up behind her and gently lay his hands on her soft shoulders. The familiar warmth and vigor of his youthful masculinity seemed to pass through her clothes like an electric current, making her shiver involuntarily. Her heart would race, and her face would flush.
Huang Rong would set down her brush and slowly close her eyes. Her long lashes trembled like startled butterflies, yet her expression brimmed with anticipation. With a satisfied sigh, she would relax and lean against Lin Xuan's broad, warm embrace.
"Xuan'er..." Her voice was husky, as if she had just woken, yet full of tenderness and dependence. She would raise a hand as smooth as jade and gently lay it over his on her shoulder, her fingertips softly tracing the lines of his palm.
Lin Xuan would lower his head and shower her snowy neck with kisses. He would move from her fair skin to her sensitive earlobe, then bury his face in her dark hair and breathe in the unique fragrance of her hair and skin. He could feel her body growing softer in his arms, as if she were melting.
"Master, you must be tired..." Lin Xuan's voice was low and magnetic, filled with an affection and seduction that were hard to describe. His broad, strong hands would glide gently, yet with unquestionable purpose, over her slender waist and the round curve of her hips, then come to rest on her full breasts.
Through her clothes, he would tenderly caress their astonishing fullness and softness. A satisfied murmur would escape Huang Rong's lips as her body moved involuntarily, like a water snake seeking closer contact in his arms. Shame and overwhelming pleasure mingled until her mind went blank, leaving only her longing for Lin Xuan's touch.
Huang Rong would give his chest a playful, half-reproachful tap, her raised wrist adding to her coy charm. With feigned annoyance, she would say, "You little rascal... weren't you supposed to help me with the military paperwork?"
Lin Xuan would chuckle, his voice low and alluring, with a mischievous tease. "Military affairs are important, but Master's health is even more important. Your disciple is helping you set aside your worries and ease your exhaustion, so you can handle your work better. Isn't that an even more important kind of 'military business'?" As he spoke, his hand would gently caress her rounded hips.
Huang Rong would close her eyes bashfully, a shy yet satisfied smile curving her lips. She knew he was talking his way out of trouble, but she was happy to indulge him—and even enjoyed their playful teasing.
Gradually, their intimacy spread from the bedroom to every corner of Guo Mansion, whenever they found a moment alone.
Once, while they were discussing troop deployments, Huang Rong furrowed her brows in deep thought. Seeing her tired profile, made all the more striking by her fair, jade-like skin, Lin Xuan felt his heart stir. While she wasn't looking, he reached beneath the table and gently took her hand where it rested on her knee. His palm was broad and dry; Huang Rong's fingers were cool. At the sudden warmth, her body trembled and her lashes fluttered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let him hold her and even squeezed his hand in return, lightly tracing his palm with her fingertips.
Between them, their eyes were the most understanding way to communicate. When Guo Jing spoke loudly with the officers in the main hall, Huang Rong's gaze would quietly drift toward Lin Xuan, seated below. He always noticed at once and returned her look without drawing attention. That glance held more than words could say: love, understanding, and even the thrill of taking a risk. Huang Rong would feel a pride and contentment rising from deep within her, and a smile known only to her would unconsciously touch her lips, making her look more beautiful than ever.
The night patrol was their most "openly acceptable" opportunity to meet. On the city wall, wind howled beneath the stars and moon. They walked side by side, no more than a few feet apart. Moonlight stretched their shadows along the wall, intertwining them.
Huang Rong wore a fitted martial outfit that made her graceful curves look all the more alluring in the dark. Her slender waist and shapely hips, outlined beneath the close-fitting clothes, gave her a mature charm that could stir the heart. When no one was nearby, Lin Xuan would quietly take her hand and wrap her delicate fingers in his broad, warm palm. Their fingers intertwined, silently sharing a warmth and strength that spoke of feelings they could not put into words.
Sometimes they would make their way to a secluded corner of the wall and lean against the weathered battlements, gazing at the vast night sky. Huang Rong would rest against Lin Xuan's shoulder, feeling his warmth and steady heartbeat. He would kiss her hair and breathe in her uniquely fresh fragrance.
"Xuan'er... the moon is beautiful tonight..." Huang Rong would murmur, her voice filled with contentment and languor, her manner as sweet and unguarded as a cat's.
"It's nothing compared to you, Master." Lin Xuan would answer softly, his voice full of tenderness and fervent admiration.
Huang Rong would playfully tap his chest, her bright eyes filled with affection, then bury her face against him. They talked about battles and the world, but more often, they simply enjoyed each other's company in silence, sharing the warmth of their bodies and the perfect accord of heart and soul.
Back in her bedroom, Huang Rong would personally bring Lin Xuan a cup of warm tea. After watching him drink, she would gently lead him to the bed. Her cheeks would be flushed, and her gaze filled with eager anticipation.
The desire they had suppressed for so long was finally given free rein.
Lin Xuan would bend down and hold her close, kissing her tender, lovely lips. His kiss was fiery and bold, full of an irresistible intensity that left Huang Rong's heart in turmoil and her body weak.
He would gently remove her clothes, revealing skin as white and luminous as jade, and the fullness of her breasts. Their graceful curves left him dazzled.
In his arms, Huang Rong would feel his heated kisses linger over her sensitive skin. She would hold him close and bury her face against his neck, giving voice to stifled, breathless sounds that held both longing and a plea meant for him alone.
She would feel his fingertips move over her, from her elegant neck to her delicate collarbones and then lower. His touch would make her tremble, each caress sending a deep, tingling sensation through her.
Under Lin Xuan's touch, her body would move involuntarily, meeting his every embrace. Her full waist, rounded hips, and long legs seemed to respond to his touch with a captivating softness.
They would hold each other close, feeling their heartbeats and breaths mingle. In the throes of passion, Huang Rong's breath would grow unsteady, her voice soft and alluring, meant for Lin Xuan alone. She would cling to him, as if she could meld them together and never part.
### Author's Note:
Author's note: There'll be an extra story to make you all happy.
### The Heroes Arrive in Xiangyang
After a brief celebration, tension once again gripped Xiangyang.
Guo Jing patrolled the ramparts day and night, his bearing graver than before, the worry in his brow undiminished. In private, Huang Rong shared an intimate bond with Lin Xuan and had found a sense of fulfillment and clarity unlike anything she had known. But in public, she remained the composed, clearheaded Beggar Sect leader who kept everything under control. She personally organized the city's defenses and managed its supplies, making Xiangyang, the jewel of the Southern Song, more impregnable than ever.
Yet relying only on Xiangyang's existing forces to withstand the Mongol army's fierce assault was clearly not enough. The aid of the great martial arts sects was their only hope.
In recent days, the highway leading south from Xiangyang had been crowded with travelers. They were neither displaced refugees nor ordinary merchants, but groups of formidable martial artists dressed in their respective sects' attire. Some rode at a gallop; others hurried on foot, all bound for the city gates. They had answered Guo Jing and his wife's call to join their fellow martial artists in resisting the foreign invaders.
One afternoon, under the blazing sun, the city gate teemed with people. Lin Xuan stood at the reception area beside it, dressed in a blue robe, his bearing upright and his features handsome. His expression held a composure beyond his years; his eyes were deep and clear, and he had a distinct, calming charisma.
Usually, Guo Jing or Huang Rong would welcome such guests in person. But the war was urgent: Guo Jing had to oversee the defenses, while Huang Rong was occupied with secret plans. So this important duty fell to Lin Xuan.
"Master Lin, I've heard much about you!" said a middle-aged man in Mount Hua Sect attire. He had a lean face and a long beard, and walked over with a grave, meticulous air.
At his side was a graceful, dignified woman with an elegant bearing. She had bright eyes, pearly teeth, and gentle, refined features. Though no longer as youthful and winsome as a young woman, she possessed the grace and beauty of maturity. Her figure was not as slender as a young woman's, but time had given her a dignified fullness. Every gesture was gentle and poised. She was Mount Hua Sect's leader, "Gentleman Sword" Yue Buqun, and his wife, the "Huashan Jade Maiden," Ning Zhongze.
Yue Buqun stepped forward and clasped his hands in greeting. His manner retained some of a martial arts master's reserve, but his eyes showed unmistakable respect. The Mount Hua disciples accompanying him were surprised; when had their leader ever shown such courtesy to a young man?
Lin Xuan returned the greeting respectfully, neither servile nor overbearing, his bearing calm and composed. "Sect Leader Yue, Heroine Ning, Xiangyang's defenders welcome you both. The people of Xiangyang are deeply grateful that you've come from so far away to offer help." His voice was clear and gentle, like a mountain spring, and had a way of putting people at ease.
"I've long heard that Master Lin has offered clever strategies in Xiangyang and thwarted the Mongol army. Your reputation has spread throughout the Central Plains. Now that I've met you, I see that the stories were true—you're a remarkable young man with an extraordinary bearing." Ning Zhongze smiled warmly, her gaze upon Lin Xuan filled with maternal gentleness and appreciation.
Lin Xuan thought to himself, Ning Zhongze truly had an orchid-like grace. Her mature beauty was captivating, too.
Ning Zhongze had heard that Lin Xuan was Huang Rong's only direct disciple and had accomplished great deeds. She had long been curious about him.
Lin Xuan clasped his hands modestly. "Heroine Ning, you flatter me. Xiangyang's safety concerns the people of the whole realm. I've only done what little I could. It's all thanks to my Master and Master's Husband, who planned so wisely, that the situation has turned in our favor." He gave all the credit to Guo Jing and Huang Rong. His modesty further endeared him to Yue Buqun and his wife. They knew that Guo Jing and Huang Rong held a reputation in the martial world as lofty as Mount Tai and the Dipper. As their only direct disciple and a man in an important position, Lin Xuan's standing was clear.
"Master Lin, you needn't be so modest. There's no need to speak of Great Hero Guo and his wife's reputation. But we've already heard about your ingenious plans at Mount Hua. To have such breadth of heart and intelligence at your age is truly rare in the world!" Yue Buqun stroked his beard and praised him, a complicated gleam passing through his eyes.
Lin Xuan felt a slight stir of caution but replied with an unruffled smile. He looked at the Mount Hua leader, renowned as the "Gentleman Sword." On the surface, Yue Buqun truly seemed gentle and modest, a master whose conduct left no opening to criticize. But as a transmigrator, Lin Xuan knew that this so-called "gentleman" was merely the perfect mask for ambition. He was no true gentleman, but a hypocrite.
Lin Xuan smiled calmly and turned the conversation to business. "The Mongol army has recently assembled some of its elite troops. Their attacks may grow even fiercer. Sect Leader Yue and Heroine Ning, your arrival is timely help in our hour of need. Master's Husband has prepared rooms for you. Please settle in first. Later, we'll discuss Xiangyang's detailed defense plans and the Mongol army's movements with everyone."
Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze nodded repeatedly in agreement.
As they spoke, another group of martial artists arrived at the gate. Their clothes were bright, many carried swords on their backs, and their horses were fine. At the head of the group were Luo Bing, one of the Red Flower Society's leaders, its second-in-command Daoist Wuchen, and several other capable fighters.
"Master Lin, I've heard so much about you!" Luo Bing's clear, pleasant voice rang out, carrying the frankness of a woman of the martial world. She had a graceful figure and lovely face, her eyes full of feeling. Though past her prime, she still possessed a lingering charm. Her close-fitting outfit outlined her graceful waist and generous curves, lending her a mature allure. She seemed like a beauty stepping out of a Jiangnan ink painting, spirited and bold, yet with a touch of feminine charm. Her bright eyes studied Lin Xuan with curiosity and admiration.
Lin Xuan returned the greeting, his manner just respectful and familiar enough. "Heroine Luo, Daoist Wuchen, and all the heroes of the Red Flower Society, Xiangyang welcomes you. It's an honor to have you here." He knew the Red Flower Society's reputation for chivalry, but this was their first meeting. He remained proper and clear-eyed, without the slightest impropriety.
Lin Xuan studied Luo Bing of the Red Flower Society. She truly was beautiful, her eyes full of feeling. Her neat martial outfit did nothing to conceal her figure; instead, it emphasized her firm, curving silhouette. Her every frown and smile carried the easygoing spirit of a woman of the martial world and the allure of a mature woman. It was hard to look away.
No wonder she was a woman as renowned as Huang Rong!
"Master Lin is just as the stories describe: young, accomplished, and extraordinary," Luo Bing said, her clear voice carrying undisguised admiration. "We heard about the destruction of the Mongol army's supply route while we were in Jiangnan. Everyone says it was all thanks to Master Lin's brilliant calculations and ingenious plan!"
Behind her, several Red Flower Society heroes voiced their agreement, speaking with great warmth. As people of the martial world, they valued loyalty and ability above all. Lin Xuan's accomplishments had won this young "Little Zhuge" their respect.
Lin Xuan merely smiled modestly and again credited Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
His flawless modesty only increased Luo Bing's good opinion of him. She had seen too many young martial artists who grew arrogant at the first sign of success. Lin Xuan's composure and sense of when to advance or yield impressed her.
"Master Lin, there's no need to be modest. They didn't call you 'Little Zhuge' for nothing!" Luo Bing said with a playful smile. Her bright eyes shone as she looked at him, carrying the easygoing humor of a woman of the martial world. "You're so young, yet already so resourceful. Your future is boundless!"
Lin Xuan reflected that the title "Little Zhuge" was indeed useful. People of the martial world valued reputation, and a title like that made everything easier. He clasped his hands once more but said nothing. He knew that a modest manner earned goodwill, while refusing too much credit could seem insincere. He turned his attention to the martial artists arriving one after another, greeting each with a gracious smile and speaking with such order and clarity that everyone felt welcome.
The martial artists who came were a varied lot: swordsmen of the Kunlun Sect, local Beggar Sect leaders, and even obscure wanderers with extraordinary skills. Most had never met Lin Xuan, but without exception, they treated him with great respect after speaking with him.
First and foremost, this respect came from the lofty standing of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Their reputation was immense throughout the land, and the two had defended Xiangyang for many years. Whenever people of the martial world spoke of them, it was always with praise.
Then there were Lin Xuan's impressive military achievements in Xiangyang. The Mongol army had attacked repeatedly without taking the city; its supply route had been destroyed, and its spies eliminated. All of this had depended in no small part on Lin Xuan's clever strategies. His reputation had already spread throughout the Central Plains through the Beggar Sect and passing merchants. Martial artists praised him as a "remarkable young talent," "far-sighted," and "unmatched in strategy." Some even compared him to Zhuge Liang reborn.
Throughout the reception, Lin Xuan remained modest and courteous. He listened carefully as each martial artist introduced themselves, learning why they had come and what skills they possessed. He adjusted his words slightly to suit each sect, making sure everyone felt respected and warmly welcomed.
"Master Lin, we're just rough people of the martial world, with no knowledge of military affairs. We only know we must fight to serve our country!" A towering saber-wielder from beyond the borders clasped his hands toward Lin Xuan and spoke in a booming voice. "Whatever you command, we'll brave fire and water without hesitation!"
Lin Xuan smiled warmly. "You're too kind, hero. I'll remember the chivalrous spirit that brought you all this way. Xiangyang's defense isn't my achievement alone; it relies on the strength of heroes from across the land. With your excellent martial skills, you can make a great difference defending the walls or harassing the enemy beyond them. I'll discuss your assignments with Great Hero Guo and Sect Leader Huang, and place each of you where your abilities will be most useful."
His words affirmed their decision to come, while tactfully leaving command in Guo Jing and Huang Rong's hands. He placed himself in a supporting role and showed a keen sense of balance. The martial artists present felt at ease, not slighted in the least.
As he welcomed the guests, Lin Xuan also noticed the subtle relations between the various sects. Some had long been at odds, while others were on friendly terms. When arranging lodgings and meetings, he carefully avoided situations that could cause friction, doing his best to accommodate everyone. His perceptiveness and social intelligence, far beyond his years, left many seasoned martial artists quietly impressed.
Night had fully fallen by the time the final group of martial artists had settled in. Lin Xuan personally arranged their meals and places to rest, then instructed the guards to strengthen their watch so the reinforcements who had come from afar could sleep in safety.
Standing atop the city tower, Lin Xuan gazed toward the distant glow of the Mongol encampment. The night breeze stirred his robe, carrying the grim chill of battle. He could feel the pressure exerted by the Mongol army's elite troops. The coming fight would be harder than any before.
### The Strategist Takes Command
That afternoon, the main hall of Guo Mansion was more solemn than ever.
The hall was packed. Guo Jing sat upright in the main seat, his expression grave.
Beside him, Huang Rong wore a dark, well-tailored martial outfit that made her graceful figure appear even more slender and tall. The outfit fitted her full curves just right, giving her a heroic bearing without diminishing her mature, feminine charm.
Her eyes, usually lively as flowing water, now shone with intelligence.
Seated below in order were Lu Youjiao and the other Beggar Sect elders, along with the martial heroes who had arrived in Xiangyang in recent days.
Mount Hua Sect's leader, "Gentleman Sword" Yue Buqun, sat beside his wife, the "Huashan Jade Maiden," Ning Zhongze.
Yue Buqun's face was lean, his expression meticulous. Ning Zhongze was gentle and dignified. She wore a simple, elegant dress, her bearing lovely. Even with worry in her eyes, she retained the quiet grace and softness of a mature woman, like a white lotus beginning to bloom.
The Red Flower Society's second-in-command, Daoist Wuchen, and heroine Luo Bing were also present.
Daoist Wuchen had the bearing of a Daoist immortal, while Luo Bing looked bold and heroic. Her close-fitting outfit traced her slender yet shapely figure. Her eyes were full of feeling, shining as she glanced around. She radiated uninhibited energy and charm, bright and captivating.
There were also renowned elders from various sects and skilled wanderers, twenty or thirty in all, each famous in the martial world.
Lin Xuan sat among the guests below Huang Rong. Dressed in a blue robe, with handsome features and a composed expression, he possessed a steadiness beyond his years.
"Heroes, thank you for risking your lives to defend Xiangyang. I, Guo, offer you my heartfelt gratitude!" Guo Jing spoke first, his voice booming with sincerity and appreciation. He rose and clasped his hands to the gathering, and they returned the gesture.
The mood grew serious. Lu Youjiao was the first to present a newly arrived urgent report.
"Great Hero Guo, Sect Leader Huang, everyone!" Lu Youjiao said gravely. "Our scouts have just brought us confirmed news. The Mongolian army's trump force, the 'Wolf Riders,' numbering about three thousand elite troops, is rushing toward Xiangyang! They'll arrive at the city at the latest... within half a month!"
"What?! Three thousand Wolf Riders?!" Gasps and murmurs erupted around the hall. The number might not have sounded large, but the very name "Wolf Riders" was enough to inspire dread.
"Three thousand Wolf Riders—that's a force of elite Mongol soldiers who can each fight ten men!" a saber-wielder from the Western Regions cried out, his voice filled with alarm.
Yue Buqun frowned and stroked his long beard. "I've heard the Wolf Riders fight brutally. Their tactics differ from those of ordinary Mongol troops. They specialize in surprise attacks and even use sorcery to confuse people's minds. If they join up with the main army, the pressure on Xiangyang's defenses will increase enormously!"
Ning Zhongze also looked grave, biting her lip.
Guo Jing's expression darkened, and he let out a heavy sigh. "That's right. This Wolf Rider force is the strongest enemy Xiangyang has ever faced. If we fight them head-on, our casualties will be immense. My wife and I must remain here to oversee the city's defenses and command the main battle against the Mongol army. We can't leave."
The atmosphere in the hall grew ever more oppressive.
The martial heroes present were highly skilled, but against three thousand elite cavalrymen, their individual fighting prowess offered little help. They felt powerless before a war machine of that size.
One after another, they proposed strategies: hold the city, or launch raids beyond the walls. But their ideas were scattered and lacked an overall plan.
"Three thousand Wolf Riders may be fewer than the tens of thousands in the Mongol army, but they're all the more formidable for being elite. With the martial arts we know, fighting them head-on would be like throwing an egg at a rock!" A renowned martial artist shook his head with a sigh, his eyes full of helplessness.
"If we can break into the enemy ranks and capture their leader, we may blunt their momentum!" another swordsman said angrily, a murderous gleam in his eyes.
Seeing that the discussion had reached an impasse, Huang Rong had already anticipated their suggestions. She exchanged a discreet glance with Guo Jing, and in that single look they conveyed the plans they had been considering.
"Heroes, allow me to say a few words." Huang Rong spoke in a clear, gentle voice that nevertheless brimmed with strength and composure. The noisy hall fell silent at once, and every eye turned toward her.
"I've carefully studied the Mongol army's movements and the Wolf Riders' tactics. In a head-on fight, our forces would indeed be at a disadvantage." She paused, sweeping her gaze across the martial artists, her eyes flashing with intelligence. "But strong as the Wolf Riders are, they're not without weaknesses!"
"They're extremely fast, but their supply lines are relatively vulnerable. They excel at surprise attacks, but their cavalry advantage is limited in difficult terrain."
"After much consideration, I've decided to change our strategy. This time, we won't meet the Wolf Riders head-on. We'll—use the unexpected to win!" Huang Rong's voice rang out with conviction, her compelling words stirring everyone present.
Everyone's spirits lifted, and they looked to Huang Rong, waiting for her to continue.
"Our forces will continue to defend the city, inside and out, and tie down the main Mongol army," Huang Rong said.
"And we need a force of the very best: an elite unit skilled at penetrating enemy territory, launching disruptive raids, winning against superior numbers, and striking many with a single blow!" Huang Rong's gaze passed over the experts—Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Luo Bing, and Daoist Wuchen—before finally settling on Lin Xuan.
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