Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master Is Huang Rong

"This surprise force doesn't need to be large, but they must be highly skilled in martial arts, meticulous in their thinking, and adaptable to all sorts of complex and changing battlefield environments. They must even... be able to understand and execute the most daring strategies!" Huang Rong's voice grew more impassioned, her eyes filled with a longing for victory. Her wisdom and decisiveness were truly admirable.

The people in the hall nodded one after another. Such a mission was indeed most suitable for the martial arts experts present. They were individually powerful and skilled at capturing enemy leaders and flags, and Lin Xuan's previous raid on the supply lines had already proven the feasibility of such a strategy.

"Sect Leader Huang speaks wisely!" Yue Buqun was the first to speak, his gaze sweeping over Lin Xuan, a flicker of contemplation in his eyes.

"It's just..." Yue Buqun stroked his long beard, his tone somewhat hesitant, with a hint of reluctant reserve, "For such a grave responsibility, who should be the commander of this surprise force? Considering the experience and prestige of all the seniors present..."

This question stirred up a great commotion, like a stone dropped into calm waters. The crowd began to whisper and confer amongst themselves.

Although there were many martial arts experts, those who truly understood troop deployment and strategic planning were rare. Moreover, this was a dangerous mission that required commanding nearly a hundred elite heroes deep behind enemy lines.

Huang Rong calmly looked at Lin Xuan, her eyes alight with an indescribable trust and determination, an absolute affirmation of Lin Xuan.

"I propose that Lin Xuan be appointed as the commander of this surprise force!" Huang Rong's voice rang out again, clear and with an undeniable authority, like the clash of metal.

As soon as she spoke, the hall fell silent, followed by an uproar.

"Young Master Lin?!"

"This... Young Master Lin is still too young, I'm afraid..."

"He's just a boy, how can he handle such a heavy responsibility and command so many senior experts?"

Although Lin Xuan had achieved countless military exploits in Xiangyang and was famous, his excessively young age remained a hurdle in everyone's minds. After all, many present were seasoned martial arts veterans who had been famous for a long time. Having them take orders from a mere youth inevitably caused some to feel unbalanced.

Yue Buqun frowned, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to dissuade them gently, Ning Zhongze lightly tugged his sleeve.

Ning Zhongze gave her husband a meaningful look, signaling him to calm down. A hint of curiosity and deep thought graced her gentle face, and her serene eyes were carefully observing Lin Xuan.

Huang Rong raised her hand, signaling everyone to quiet down. Her voice rang out again, clear and firm, with undeniable authority, "I know you all have your concerns, but Lin Xuan's talent and courage are by no means comparable to ordinary youths!"

"During the last surprise attack on the Mongol supply lines, from intelligence gathering and terrain selection to luring the enemy and setting up ambushes, all the details were planned and personally commanded by Lin Xuan. If it weren't for Lin Xuan, that ingenious plan would never have succeeded!"

Guo Jing also spoke at the opportune moment, his voice booming like a drum: "Exactly! This child Xuan'er is a hundred times better than me in strategy! He even... has more imaginative ideas than Rong'er!"

"This surprise raid on the three thousand 'Wolf Riders' is of great importance and is no ordinary matter. Only Xuan'er's ingenious plan can defeat the enemy!" Guo Jing's affirmation caused many of the hesitant heroes to cease their doubts.

Lin Xuan stood up, and the aura around him changed dramatically. The usually gentle and humble demeanor was replaced by a steady and powerful confidence, like a sword being drawn from its scabbard.

He stood tall and slender, his ink-black hair casually falling over his shoulders, yet not appearing messy; instead, it added a touch of otherworldly charm. His eyes were deep and clear like an ancient well, yet seemed to pierce through people's hearts, possessing an irresistible magnetism, drawing everyone's gaze like a vortex.

He didn't rush to argue. Instead, he walked slowly to the sand table and tapped it with his finger. His voice was steady, like a spring breeze caressing the cheek, yet it could penetrate the heart, each word a pearl, carrying undeniable power.

"Seniors, esteemed heroes, Lin Xuan is deeply aware of his youth and inexperience. However, Xiangyang is in grave danger, and the nation faces a crisis. Lin Xuan will do his utmost. I hope to take this opportunity to explain our conception of the 'Wolf Rider' operation and why we need this elite squad of about a hundred people."

His voice carried a special magnetism, unhurried yet clear, each word striking the ground with force.

Under the unconscious gaze of the crowd, the restrained yet powerful masculine charm emanating from him spread like invisible ripples, making everyone in the hall tremble and their gazes involuntarily focus on him.

Yue Buqun withdrew his hand from stroking his beard and looked at Lin Xuan seriously, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Ning Zhongze gazed at Lin Xuan, her usually gentle eyes filled with admiration and a peculiar appreciation. Lin Xuan's charm lay not only in his intellect but also in his unparalleled confidence and composure while explaining the plan.

The unique aura he exuded drew her in from the inside out. This young man seemed born to control everything, stirring a flutter in her heart.

Luo Bing's gaze lingered on Lin Xuan even more. Her amorous eyes were now filled with a passionate and worshipful look of surrender. She had seen many heroes in the martial arts world, but none had ever shaken her heart and sent a strange tingling sensation through her body with mere words like Lin Xuan. She was deeply captivated by his charm, which transcended his age.

"The three thousand 'Wolf Riders' have three core advantages: first, their extreme speed and charge as cavalry, especially adept at open-field charges; second, they possess a large number of elite warriors skilled in decapitation and infiltration, with excellent coordination; and third, their troops have secret techniques blessed by Mongol Esotericism, which can boost morale and even temporarily stimulate physical strength, leading to a surge in combat power." Lin Xuan's voice was steady, his analysis of the enemy flawless, leaving everyone present feeling refreshed.

"Facing these three points, our strategy can be precise. Firstly, speed and charge. Although the 'Wolf Riders' are fast, they require open plains to fight. They have traveled thousands of miles and will inevitably pass through valleys or narrow passes for brief rest. We can set up ambushes there in advance, using varied terrain to limit their speed and charging advantage."

He tapped a valley on the sand table with his fingertip, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's: "This place is called 'Yan Hui Valley.' It is narrow, with steep mountain walls on both sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. There are also several natural bottlenecks that can serve as ambush points. My scouts have already confirmed that the 'Wolf Riders' will send a small detachment to scout the path tomorrow afternoon. This will be our first opportunity and the signal for our full-scale assault."

Hearing Lin Xuan's precise intelligence, everyone was startled, admiration flashing in their eyes.

"Secondly, the Mongol elite warriors are skilled in decapitation and infiltration. Then we shall—fight poison with poison!" Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the experts present, his tone resolute, "Our surprise force, about a hundred people, will be enough! We don't need to confront the three thousand 'Wolf Riders' head-on in their formation. Our target is the commander of the 'Wolf Riders' and the core personnel who employ their secret techniques! Strike the king to catch the bandits. As long as their main general is killed and their secret technique core is destroyed, the three thousand 'Wolf Riders' will be like headless flies, their ferocity naturally greatly reduced, and they may even fall into chaos. We can then withdraw amidst the chaos or use the terrain to our advantage and strike them!"

His voice was low and stirring, making the martial artists present feel their blood boil. This was their forte! To defeat the many with the few, to use the elite against the elite, and to strike precisely!

"Finally, and most difficult to deal with, are the secret techniques of Mongol Esotericism. This technique can stimulate human potential, even making one temporarily invulnerable and immensely strong. If we encounter them head-on, there might be complications." Lin Xuan's tone carried a hint of solemnity, making everyone's heart tighten.

"Every secret technique must have its flaws and conditions for execution!" Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his tone suddenly becoming extremely confident, "I have discussed this with my Master for many days. Based on the characteristics of the secret technique, we can use Qi Men Dun Jia to predict the time and direction of their energy channeling in advance and interfere with it. We can also use some..." He paused, his gaze sweeping over Luo Bing and Ning Zhongze, a subtle hint of meaning in his eyes, "...special drugs or hidden weapons, targeting specific acupoints through Qi Men, to suppress their surge of Blood Essence and prevent their secret technique from reaching its highest level."

Although his voice was not deliberately raised, his confidence and preparedness were like a stabilizing needle, bringing a sense of peace to the martial artists present.

He continued to elaborate on the meticulous operational plan:

"At that time, we will select the most skilled close-combat fighters with elusive movement techniques from approximately a hundred elite heroes to form a vanguard team of about a hundred people. Sect Leader Yue, Heroine Ning, Daoist Wuchen, Heroine Luo, and the experts from various sects will be personally led by me to strike directly at the 'Wolf Riders'' commander." Lin Xuan pointed to a spot on the sand table, his tone firm.

"We do not seek to prolong the fight; we only seek to strike a fatal blow! Infiltrate, surprise attack, kill, and withdraw, all in one smooth motion! The remaining heroes will set up deceptive formations on the periphery, spread smoke, and even set off firecrackers to create the illusion of a large-scale engagement, attracting the main attention of the 'Wolf Riders' and buying us time to withdraw."

"At the same time, some other heroes and Beggar's Sect disciples within Xiangyang City will be responsible for harassment and support on the outer perimeter. The specific withdrawal routes will be guided by special signals at any time according to the rapidly changing battlefield situation, ensuring that every hero can withdraw safely!" Lin Xuan concluded, his gaze sweeping across the crowd again, carrying a power that could bring peace. He did not exaggerate or act frivolous, but purely demonstrated his thorough understanding of the battlefield and the enemy, as well as his absolute confidence in his plan.

Everyone present was completely convinced by Lin Xuan's meticulous yet daring plan. Every detail he mentioned perfectly matched the battlefield information they knew. He not only considered the enemy's strengths but also precisely found ways to counter them, even maximizing the advantages of martial artists like themselves.

Yue Buqun stroked his long beard, a complex expression in his eyes. He saw in Lin Xuan a talent that transcended martial arts. The wisdom of planning, the insight into human nature, the composure of having everything under control—all of it inspired a deep sense of reverence in him. He even began to reflect on whether his disciples from the Huashan Sect should also learn such "miscellaneous studies."

Ning Zhongze gazed at Lin Xuan, her usually gentle eyes filled with admiration and a peculiar appreciation. Lin Xuan's charm lay not only in his intellect but also in his unparalleled confidence and composure while explaining the plan. The unique aura he exuded drew her in from the inside out. This young man seemed born to control everything.

Luo Bing's gaze lingered on Lin Xuan even more. Her amorous eyes were now filled with a passionate look of surrender. She had seen many heroes in the martial arts world, but none had ever shaken her heart and sent a strange tingling sensation through her body with mere words like Lin Xuan. She was deeply captivated by his charm, which transcended his age.

"Young Master Lin's words have opened my eyes!" Daoist Wuchen exclaimed, clapping his hands, his tone filled with genuine admiration, "We usually only know brute force, but we never expected battlefield strategy to be so exquisite! If this plan succeeds, it can turn the tide and annihilate the three thousand 'Wolf Riders' outside the city!"

The martial artists rose one after another, their eyes no longer holding any doubt, only admiration and trust for Lin Xuan. They looked at Lin Xuan with hope and confidence.

"Young Master Lin, we are willing to obey your command!" Yue Buqun stood up, cupped his hands in a salute to Lin Xuan, his tone solemn and sincere, "The entire Huashan Sect is willing to follow Young Master Lin to the death and face this national crisis together!"

"The entire Red Flower Society must also obey Young Master Lin's commands!" Luo Bing followed closely, her voice clear and strong. Her gaze met Lin Xuan's, filled with undisguised admiration and a hint of bold anticipation.

"Thank you all!" Lin Xuan slowly cupped his fists, his voice still calm, but his eyes flickered with confidence.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: First Exploration of Yan Hui Valley

The night curtain fell low.

An elite squad of about a hundred people, clad in darkness, silently slipped out of the city like ghosts.

They were all extraordinary martial artists from various sects. Now, they moved silently through the rugged mountain paths, heading swiftly towards the perilous land to the north known as Yan Hui Valley.

The commander of this squad was Lin Xuan. Dressed in ordinary cyan martial attire, he appeared indistinct in the night, yet it couldn't conceal his tall, straight figure. His movements were agile, his steps light. He walked at the forefront of the team, his familiarity with the terrain seeming innate.

He would occasionally tilt his ear to listen for faint sounds from afar, or raise his hand to signal the team to advance or halt. Every action was precise and decisive, without a trace of hesitation. His shoulders were straight, his face appearing refined and serene in the moonlight. His deep, dark eyes would flash with a calm, sharp glint. A faint aura of tranquility surrounded him, a subtle influence of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, allowing him to maintain an extraordinary composure and charm even in the most tense moments.

Behind him walked the Yue Buqun couple from the Hua Shan Sect, Daoist Wuchen and Luo Bing from the Red Flower Society, and several other masters from various sects. Yue Buqun's expression was solemn, his steps steady. He occasionally glanced at Lin Xuan's retreating back, his eyes filled with contemplation.

Ning Zhongze followed her husband with light steps. Her beautiful eyes would occasionally fall on Lin Xuan, with a hint of imperceptible admiration. Although Luo Bing was heroic and spirited, her gaze frequently rested on Lin Xuan, filled with curiosity and thought. She found this young commander more charming than she had imagined.

This secret infiltration was aimed at surveying the terrain of Yan Hui Valley and making meticulous ambush preparations before the Mongol "Wolf Riders'" vanguard arrived. Time was pressing, allowing no room for error.

The mountain path was rugged, and the night wind was biting. The group moved in silence, the only sounds being the rustling of vegetation and their own steady breaths. Lin Xuan maintained a consistent rhythm in his steps, neither hurried nor sluggish, as if he had merged with the surrounding forest. He would occasionally stop, his fingertips lightly touching the plants by the roadside, or crouch to examine tracks on the ground. His meticulous observation skills secretly amazed even Yue Buqun behind him.

After about an hour, the team finally reached the entrance of Yan Hui Valley.

Yan Hui Valley was long and narrow, with steep, knife-cut mountain walls on both sides. The valley was densely wooded, resembling a coiled giant python. The valley mouth was wide, but the deeper they went, the narrower the valley became, eventually forming several passes only wide enough for a few riders to pass abreast – a perfect natural pocket formation. This was precisely the excellent ambush point Lin Xuan had indicated on the sand table.

Lin Xuan signaled the team to conceal themselves and then led Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Daoist Wuchen, Luo Bing, and a few other experienced scouts deeper into the valley. Their steps were light, as if treading on flat ground, moving freely through the rocks and dense forest, as if they had merged with the night.

"Everyone, please look." Lin Xuan's fingertip pointed, his lean profile appearing exceptionally focused under the moonlight. "The valley mouth is wide, suitable for luring the enemy in. Once they enter about three li, the valley begins to narrow, until here, where it's only a few zhang wide."

He stopped before an extremely narrow mountain path, with steep cliffs on either side covered in vines and shrubs, like a natural barrier.

"This is the first pass." Lin Xuan pointed upwards. "About twenty zhang above, there is a protruding stone cliff that can serve as an ambush point. The view is wide, overlooking the valley. Rolling stones and arrows can both be highly effective here."

Yue Buqun followed his gaze, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. As a sect leader, he was an expert and could naturally see the brilliance of Lin Xuan's chosen location. This position offered significant advantages for deploying rolling stones or shooting arrows. He stroked his long beard, genuinely impressed by Lin Xuan's judgment.

Daoist Wuchen stroked his beard, his gaze deep as he surveyed the surroundings, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. "Young Master Lin has extraordinary vision, to find such a perilous place. If an ambush is properly set here, even three thousand 'Wolf Riders' might be lost." His tone carried the arrogance of a senior martial artist, yet he couldn't hide his recognition of Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, his eyes still clear and calm.

Next, Lin Xuan led the group further into the valley, surveying several ambush points, retreat routes, signal points, and locations where incendiary oil might be placed. Everywhere he stopped, he would explain the strategic significance of the location and the details of troop deployment. His thinking was clear, his logic meticulous, and his grasp of details astonishing.

"There are several natural caves in this cliff face, which can be used for hiding and as emergency escape routes," Lin Xuan said, pointing to a hidden cave entrance. "However, the entrances are narrow and need to be widened in advance. At that time, the troops responsible for igniting the incendiary oil and blocking the enemy can retreat from here to avoid being surrounded."

Ning Zhongze had been following Lin Xuan gently, listening attentively to his explanations. In her beautiful eyes, besides admiration, there was a maternal tenderness and approval. Lin Xuan's composure and wisdom evoked a sense of genuine appreciation in her. She even sighed inwardly, thinking that if her disciple Linghu Chong possessed such foresight as Lin Xuan, the Hua Shan Sect would surely prosper.

She carefully observed Lin Xuan. This young man possessed a unique aura, not entirely the sharpness of a warrior, nor purely the refinement of a scholar, but a composite of wisdom, composure, strength, and an intangible charm that made people involuntarily submit to him. She felt an inexplicable stirring, not just hope for a junior, but a woman's instinctive admiration and attraction towards an outstanding man.

Luo Bing was much more direct than Ning Zhongze. With her straightforward personality, her admiration for Lin Xuan was evident. When Lin Xuan pointed out a high ground suitable for archers to ambush, she couldn't help but ask, "Young Master Lin, this high ground is good, but it's not easy to ensure accuracy when shooting at fast-moving cavalry. Moreover, it's difficult to see at night, how can you guarantee a hit?"

Lin Xuan turned back. "Lady Luo, what you say is very true. Therefore, the archers are not just responsible for killing enemies, but more importantly, for creating chaos and disrupting their formation. I will set up hidden signal points every few zhang within the valley. These 'signal points' are specially made small braziers hidden deep in the bushes, wrapped in oilcloth, or bamboo tubes containing ignition materials. They are cleverly disguised to blend in with the surroundings, making them difficult for Mongol scouts to detect even if they scout ahead."

"When the 'Wolf Riders' enter the ambush zone, our soldiers will ignite them with special fuses or short arrows, causing them to light up in sequence." Lin Xuan's finger traced arcs on the map, simulating the order in which the flames would appear. "These flames are not to illuminate the entire valley, but to create a specific effect."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and Daoist Wuchen present, his eyes flashing with wisdom. "Firstly, they will provide clear target references for our archers. In the dark, even elite archers find it difficult to accurately shoot fast-moving cavalry. But when these flames light up, they will instantly outline the 'Wolf Riders'' advance route, and even briefly illuminate their formation, allowing our archers to accurately lock onto targets and deliver effective strikes."

"As for accuracy..." Lin Xuan paused, a hint of mystery in his tone. "I have ordered special fire arrows to be prepared. The fire arrows will be responsible for igniting the incendiary oil and creating large-scale visual chaos; causing their warhorses to panic and their formation to fall into disarray."

Luo Bing's eyes flashed. She hadn't expected Lin Xuan to consider even these minute details.

Her admiration for Lin Xuan grew even more. Her affectionate eyes even held a hint of hazy fascination. Sensing the inexplicable flutter in her heart, Luo Bing did not shy away. She found herself developing a strong interest in this young commander, an interest that was tinged with an indescribable strangeness.

After the reconnaissance was complete, Lin Xuan led everyone back to the valley entrance, where the team remained in hiding. The moonlight faded, and the east was already showing the pale white of dawn. The cold morning dew dampened the grass and trees on the ground. Lin Xuan gathered all the elite martial artists and spread out a detailed terrain map drawn on sheepskin on a relatively open flat ground within the valley.

He laid the map flat on the ground, securing it with a few small stones. Hundreds of tiny wooden stakes were used as markers for the troops, each stake's height and color representing different teams and tasks.

"Esteemed martial artists, this is the terrain map of Yan Hui Valley and the deployment of our elite squad." Lin Xuan pointed to the map, his voice steady and powerful, with an undeniable sense of control. "We will be divided into four routes. One route will be responsible for luring the enemy at the valley entrance, one for blocking in the valley, one for ambushing on the mountain walls, and one will be a surprise attack team, striking directly at the core."

He meticulously detailed the tasks and positions of each squad:

"Sect Leader Yue, Lady Ning, your martial arts are unparalleled, with no one present able to match you." Lin Xuan pointed to two high grounds next to the first pass on the map. "I ask the two of you to lead the Hua Shan Sect and the other thirty martial artists skilled in swordplay and Qinggong to ambush on the high grounds on both sides of the mountain wall. The view here is excellent. You can use sword energy to disrupt the enemy formation and kill their charging elites. Remember, do not seek large-scale casualties, but aim for precise elimination of their commanders or those who use secret arts!"

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. They knew this was the most dangerous position, and the one where they could best utilize their abilities.

"Daoist Wuchen, your Daoist magic is profound, and you are well-versed in the five elements and eight trigrams." Lin Xuan pointed to a narrow passage in the center of the valley. "I ask you to lead twenty martial artists skilled in weaponry and formations to set up an ambush here. You can utilize the terrain to set up traps and hinder their vanguard, buying time for the enemy-luring troops at the valley entrance to retreat."

Daoist Wuchen stroked his beard and smiled, a glint in his eyes. "Young Master Lin, rest assured, this old Daoist has a clever plan that will surely make the Mongol Tartars suffer greatly."

"Lady Luo." Lin Xuan's gaze fell on Luo Bing, a hint of undisguised admiration in his eyes. "Your movement technique is agile, and you are skilled in hidden weapons, making you the perfect candidate for a surprise attack. Please lead twenty elites and ambush deep in the valley. When I give the signal, charge out immediately and strike directly at the 'Wolf Riders'' main general! Spare no effort to kill him!"

Luo Bing's eyes shone brightly. She looked directly at Lin Xuan, her affectionate eyes now filled with fighting spirit and undisguised admiration. She said charmingly, "Young Master Lin, please rest assured! Those from the Red Flower Society will never disappoint their friends! I, Luo Bing, will personally present the head of that 'Wolf Riders'' main general to Young Master Lin!" Her tone carried the boldness of a martial artist, yet it was also mixed with a hint of bold overture towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan smiled slightly, not responding to her slightly teasing words, merely nodding gently. He knew it was before the battle, and absolute professionalism and calmness were necessary.

"As for me, I will lead the remaining top experts to form a mobile force." Lin Xuan's finger landed on the map, tracing a winding route. "We will not have a fixed position, but will move between various battlefields. Wherever there is danger, we will provide support immediately. At the same time, we will also be responsible for igniting the incendiary oil and serving as the rear guard for the final retreat."

He then detailed the signal transmission, evacuation of the wounded, and contingency plans in case the plan failed, even specifying the distribution of supplies for each person and how to utilize the valley's water flow and wind direction to create smoke and noise favorable to their side.

His commands were clear, his tone firm, earning the heartfelt respect of everyone present. Although the martial artists present possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, they were far inferior to Lin Xuan in the strategy and details of large-scale troop operations. They had never encountered such a young, yet so experienced commander who could control battlefield details to such an extent. This was not armchair strategizing, but insight honed through countless battles.

Yue Buqun sighed inwardly. This young man was not only a direct disciple of Guo Jing and Huang Rong but also possessed extraordinary talent. His composure and confidence were far from ordinary, even making one feel a sense of unfathomable depth. Ning Zhongze's eyes sparkled, her admiration for Lin Xuan deepening. She even felt an inexplicable stir, the instinctive admiration of a woman for a brilliant man.

"Esteemed martial artists, this battle is perilous, but the safety of Xiangyang's citizens and the survival of the Central Plains martial arts world depend on it!" Lin Xuan finally rolled up the map, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. In his eyes burned a fierce fighting spirit and determination. "Let us work together to completely bury these three thousand 'Wolf Riders' in this Yan Hui Valley, never to return!"

"Never to return!" the crowd shouted in unison, their voices shaking the surroundings and causing the morning dew to fall like raindrops.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Jade Man Plays the Flute

The night was deep, and Xiangyang City had fallen into silence.

Guo Jing was still at the city defense camp discussing military affairs with his generals. The vast Guo Mansion was exceptionally quiet at this moment.

After Lin Xuan and Huang Rong had settled the assembled heroes, they unexpectedly met under the corridor in the backyard.

Neither of them spoke, only exchanging a glance imperceptible to others in the dim light of the lanterns.

That glance held a wealth of unspoken understanding, long-suppressed longing, and a hint of ever-growing, fervent desire.

Huang Rong gave a slight nod and turned to walk towards her private chambers. Her steps appeared composed, but beneath her moon-white silk robe, her full and elastic hips swayed subtly with her graceful movements, betraying the uncontrollable stirring deep within her heart.

Lin Xuan understood. He waited quietly for a moment, confirmed no one was around, and then employed his Qinggong.

His figure, like a wisp of blue smoke, silently skirted the corridor and, as if he knew the way by heart, arrived outside Huang Rong's chamber window.

Inside, candlelight flickered, casting the silhouette of Huang Rong's graceful figure onto the window paper. She was exquisite, her curves soft and full, every inch exuding the charm of a mature woman, inviting endless imagination, breathtakingly beautiful.

Lin Xuan did not knock. He tapped the window frame three times with his fingers in a specific rhythm.

"Tok, tok, tok."

The sound was faint, yet it was like the most beautiful secret code, instantly piercing the barrier of the door and window.

Inside, Huang Rong was sitting before her dressing table. She had shed the practical attire of the day, which symbolized responsibility, and changed into a soft, form-fitting, pale pink silk nightgown.

The thin silk shimmered with a soft luster under the candlelight, semi-transparently outlining her mature and charming figure, every inch perfectly presented.

Her full and rounded bosom, clearly defined under the silk, rose and fell slightly with each gentle breath, like ripe fruit, captivating the eye.

Below her slender, easily graspable waist were her astonishingly curved, round, and perky peach-like hips, appearing even more alluring in her seated posture.

Her raven-black hair, like a waterfall, was unbound, cascading freely like dark silk over her shoulders, adding a touch of languid charm and an air of intimate allure.

Hearing the familiar secret code, Huang Rong's delicate body trembled slightly. Reflected in the bronze mirror, her already beautiful face, flushed with longing, was now suffused with a deep blush, so radiant it seemed as if it could drip water.