Ambush

She didn't get up. She only parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a trace of barely restrained coyness and anticipation.

"Come in... The door's unlocked."

Lin Xuan pushed the door open and gently slid the bolt into place behind him.

Inside, Huang Rong's distinctive fragrance wafted toward him, a blend of delicate orchid and the unique scent of a mature woman. It enveloped him in an instant.

He gazed at her peerless figure in the candlelight, and felt all the fatigue and tension of the past few days vanish in that moment.

He stepped forward slowly and, from behind, pulled Huang Rong's soft, fragrant body tightly into his arms.

"Master..." Lin Xuan's lips brushed her sensitive earlobe.

Huang Rong's body went limp in his embrace. She let out a contented sigh and leaned her full weight against Lin Xuan's broad, warm chest.

She raised her jade-smooth hand and gently laid it over his broad, powerful hand around her waist. Her fingertips stroked it softly, savoring the reassuring warmth and strength of his palm.

"You wicked disciple." Huang Rong scolded him, but her voice was so soft and sweet that it held no trace of reproach—only tenderness and dependence.

Lin Xuan didn't answer. He showed her how much he had missed her through his actions.

His lips were warm and moist as he showered her snow-white neck with delicate kisses, moving from her tender, flawless skin up to her exquisite collarbones.

At last, he lingered in her waterfall of black hair and drew a deep breath, greedily savoring the intoxicating fragrance of her hair and body.

His hands began to wander, too. With unquestionable force, his broad palms slid over her slender waist and then moved upward from her full, rounded hips.

At last, they rested on her ample, astonishingly supple breasts. Through the thin silk, he gently kneaded their remarkable fullness and softness.

A satisfied moan escaped Huang Rong's lips. Her body involuntarily swayed, seeking deeper, more intimate contact with him as she curled in his arms like a water snake.

Lin Xuan lifted her from the stool and turned toward the large, soft bed.

They had been apart for just one night, but their longing had already overflowed.

They exchanged no unnecessary words. All their feelings became the most primal, direct expression of desire.

Their clothes fell away, and their bodies entwined beneath the wavering candlelight.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique had tempered Lin Xuan's body to a peak beyond the reach of ordinary people. Every time he drove into her, he did so with earth-shattering force, as if he meant to swallow Huang Rong whole, crush her, and reshape her anew.

Beneath him, Huang Rong was like a small boat in a storm, tossed again and again toward the heights by his wild, domineering waves.

She had never experienced such intense pleasure. The ecstasy, enough to make her soul tremble, made her cast aside all her reserve and shame.

She responded eagerly to every one of Lin Xuan's advances. Her long, pale legs wrapped around his sturdy waist like vines.

Broken, bewitching gasps escaped her lips. Those sounds existed for Lin Xuan alone, an intoxicating melody meant only for him.

But Lin Xuan's stamina and endurance far exceeded Huang Rong's limits.

After an unknown length of time, another wave of overwhelming pleasure burst through her like fireworks. Huang Rong's body went completely limp, and she could no longer summon the slightest strength.

Her exquisite face was flushed, her almond-shaped eyes hazy and veiled in tears. She looked helpless and flustered, yet utterly satisfied.

Her breathing was ragged and uneven, and her full breasts rose and fell violently as she tried to calm the emotions he had just thrown into disarray.

"Xuan'er... N-no... I can't..." Huang Rong's voice was hoarse, tinged with tears and full of intense temptation and pleading. "I... I really... can't take any more..."

Her body still craved more, but her strength had reached its limit. Every thrust made her soul tremble, while her body felt as if it might fall apart.

Lin Xuan gazed at the peerless beauty beneath him, thoroughly ravished and radiant with desire. A feverish hunger and a glint of triumph shone in his eyes.

He knew Huang Rong could no longer endure such wild demands, but the fire inside him still burned fiercely.

He lowered his head and pressed his burning lips beside her sensitive earlobe. His hot breath brushed her delicate skin, making her body tremble again.

His voice had grown low and hoarse, carrying a bewitching magic as he whispered in her ear:

"My good master... Your disciple still wants more..."

At his words, Huang Rong's body shuddered. A flicker of shyness and panic crossed her hazy eyes. She shook her head weakly, her voice breaking with tears.

"No... no more... I really... can't..."

Lin Xuan chuckled and gently licked her earlobe, drawing a shiver from her.

"Master, let's try another way..." His voice grew even lower, gentle yet commanding. "Use your tenderness... and take care of me..."

"Use... mine?"

Huang Rong's body went rigid. Her hazy eyes flew wide open, filled with shock and disbelief. Her flushed cheeks turned even redder in an instant, as if blood might drip from them.

Soothe him with her tenderness?

The thought exploded in her mind like a thunderclap, filling her with unprecedented shame and panic. She had never even imagined doing something like that.

But when she met Lin Xuan's burning, longing gaze, all her resistance and shame melted away beneath the surging tide of love and desire.

She saw the pleading in his eyes and the tension in his body as he struggled to suppress his desire. Her heart softened.

She loved him—the young man who had freed her from confinement and given her such intense pleasure.

If she could satisfy him, if she could make him happy, she would do anything for him. At that moment, her shame turned into a strange urge to please him.

Huang Rong said nothing. She bit her lips, swollen from his kisses, while a trace of struggle and shyness passed through her misty, beautiful eyes.

At last, those feelings gave way to boundless tenderness and submission.

Slowly, trembling almost imperceptibly, she moved away from beneath Lin Xuan.

She knelt on the bed, her shapely body's curves clear in the candlelight, like a flawless jade carving. She took a deep breath, as if summoning every bit of courage she had, then slowly bent forward, turning her deepest love into a silent offering.

It was her first time doing anything like this. Her movements were awkward and inexperienced.

When her warm, soft touch first encountered that astonishingly hot presence, her body shuddered again, and her cheeks grew so hot they seemed capable of setting the air aflame.

Lin Xuan's rich, masculine scent enveloped her completely, sinking into her senses and making her dizzy.

She tried to imitate the forceful yet skillful way Lin Xuan had kissed her. Awkwardly and tentatively, she responded with the gentlest touch, trying to join their hearts and minds.

But that very awkwardness and innocence, that earnest effort to please him, brought Lin Xuan an unprecedented, overwhelming thrill and satisfaction.

"Rong'er... My sweet Rong'er..." Lin Xuan let out a muffled, satisfied growl.

His hands slipped into Huang Rong's waterfall of smooth black hair. His fingertips gently stroked her scalp, guiding her offering.

He felt a tenderness and acceptance unlike anything he had known. The intense pleasure that would drive any man mad swept through his body, nearly melting him in her loving embrace.

Under Lin Xuan's guidance, Huang Rong gradually let go of her shame and reserve. She began to enjoy this different kind of intimacy, one that brought him such intense pleasure.

Hearing his satisfied growls and feeling his body tremble, she found her shame gradually replaced by the strange urge to please him.

She grew bolder, meeting his touch with gentle tenderness, each moment of intimacy carrying a searching, enticing quality.

Her breathing grew quick and ragged. Every time he went deeper, Lin Xuan let out a low, satisfied moan.

That heated presence swelled in her tender embrace. Waves of intense pleasure washed over them, and Huang Rong, too, began to feel herself sinking into a tingling haze.

She responded eagerly, each movement carrying a seductive tease.

She even tried to offer herself more deeply, striving to guide that massive presence into a deeper communion of their hearts and minds.

When its hardness first touched her most sensitive spot, her body shuddered violently. She whimpered, nearly choking.

Lin Xuan's low voice sounded temptingly beside her ear.

"Rong'er... Relax... A little deeper..."

His fingers stroked her hair gently, giving her wordless encouragement.

Huang Rong bit her swollen lips and gazed at him through hazy, almond-shaped eyes, filled with both hesitation and submission.

She took a deep breath. His rich, masculine scent made her dizzy. Then she tried again, slowly and awkwardly guiding that iron-hard presence toward a deeper union.

That heated presence completely filled her senses. The intense fullness made her body go weak, while tingling currents spread from deep within her throughout her body.

She felt as if she were suffocating, yet at the same time she experienced overwhelming pleasure.

Lin Xuan growled, his body trembling with pleasure. His hands gently held her head, guiding her deeper into the haze.

Huang Rong's breathing grew ragged, and soft gasps tumbled from her lips. Her waterfall of black hair brushed lightly across Lin Xuan's sturdy chest as she devoted herself to him, lending her movements a hint of seduction.

She began to grow accustomed to this unusual intimacy. Her shame gradually gave way to the twisted pleasure of being conquered.

Each movement of hers carried a seductive tease.

Lin Xuan panted above her, his voice low and hoarse, filled with satisfaction and pride. He savored the intense tightness and warmth, the extreme softness and tenderness, until his heart swelled and he lost himself completely.

In her tender embrace, his body moved with feverish abandon. Each time he went deeper, Huang Rong whimpered softly.

At that moment, the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique began circulating on its own, nourishing them both as their energies mingled. Lin Xuan greedily absorbed her pure energy, while his Internal Energy flowed back into Huang Rong, bringing a tingling, fulfilling ache that left her unable to stop.

Time seemed to freeze, then seemed to pass like a thousand years.

Huang Rong's cheeks remained flushed. Beads of sweat slipped from her long eyelashes and fell onto Lin Xuan's thigh.

Her lips were slightly swollen and sore from their prolonged movements, but she didn't dare stop.

She saw the fire in Lin Xuan's eyes burn ever more fiercely and felt the deepest desire in his body throb more wildly within her tender embrace.

He growled, his body trembling more violently with each passing moment. Every thrust carried earth-shattering force.

Huang Rong knew he was close to the peak. Summoning all her strength, she gave herself to him as tenderly as she could, her movements growing quicker each time.

She felt a huge, burning torrent surge within her tender embrace. Lin Xuan's rich, masculine scent engulfed her completely, and his warm, sticky gift made her body shudder violently. A long, exquisitely rapturous moan escaped her.

Overwhelming pleasure burst through Lin Xuan's body. He spasmed violently, and his muffled growl echoed through the quiet room.

He gently held Huang Rong's head and drew her into his strong embrace, greedily savoring that exquisite pleasure.

Huang Rong's body went completely limp. The lingering warmth filled her with a shame she had never known before, yet also with intense satisfaction and accomplishment.

Lin Xuan's rich, distinctive masculine scent made her dizzy.

She gasped for breath, her breathing ragged and uneven. Her cheeks were flushed, and her almond-shaped eyes were hazy and veiled in tears. She looked helpless and flustered, yet utterly satisfied.

Weakly, she rested her head against Lin Xuan's sturdy thigh. Her waterfall of black hair spilled across his broad chest, carrying her graceful fragrance and, now, an added hint of seduction.

Lin Xuan's body slowly relaxed. As Huang Rong's limp form leaned against him, he felt deeply satisfied and pleased with himself.

He gently lifted Huang Rong and drew her soft, fragrant body back against his broad, strong chest.

Weakly, Huang Rong raised her jade-smooth hand and laid it over his. Her fingertips gently stroked it.

Her heart and soul had both sunk completely beneath his control.

Author's note:

Author's note: This chapter has been revised; the full text is in the group.

Ambush

Several days later, news arrived that the Wolf Riders were coming. Lin Xuan led the strike team to Yan Hui Valley.

Late at night, the mountains outside Xiangyang City were swallowed by an endless sea of darkness.

Thick clouds concealed the moon. Only a few pale shafts of light slipped through the gaps, casting a cold silver sheen over the rugged mountain path. The wind howled through the woods like a wail, carrying the scent of rotting leaves and soil, along with a bone-deep chill.

In this wilderness, seemingly forgotten by the gods, a force of more than a hundred people moved in silence like ghosts. Dressed in dark clothes, they were nearly indistinguishable from the night.

Their steps were so light they made almost no sound. Only the occasional brush of fabric against plants produced a faint rustle.

This was the strike team Lin Xuan had assembled himself, carefully selecting its members from among the martial arts experts of various sects. Every one of them was a capable fighter in their own right.

Now they moved like well-trained soldiers, suppressing all their pride and sharpness. They were a silent blade, poised to strike, waiting for the break of dawn.

Lin Xuan led the group.

He wore a simple blue outfit that nearly blended into the night, making his tall, slender frame stand out all the more in the darkness, like a sturdy pine. He carried no ostentatious weapons, only a plain, old-fashioned sword at his waist.

Among the group, Mount Hua Sect leader Yue Buqun walked side by side with his wife, Ning Zhongze.

Yue Buqun's gaze often fell on Lin Xuan's straight-backed figure. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly before smoothing out again, and his eyes held a complexity of emotion he hadn't expected to feel.

Yet Lin Xuan's unfathomable insight and flawless conduct in recent days had struck like a muffled hammer, shattering the disdain in Yue Buqun's heart. He had set aside his air of a grandmaster and begun to truly reassess this young man. His gaze held more than scrutiny; it also carried a hint of admiration he hadn't even noticed in himself.

Ning Zhongze's feelings were more direct and clear. Watching Lin Xuan's back, she saw a frame that, though not especially imposing, exuded an unshakable solidity. She felt an irrepressible admiration and appreciation.

The young man was not only exceptionally gifted; he also possessed the bearing of a great general, able to plan ahead and stay calm in a crisis. His reassuring steadiness was like a towering mountain, inspiring her trust. Ning Zhongze even thought that if her own Chong'er could show half of Lin Xuan's composure and sense of responsibility, she, as his mother, could finally set aside her worries.

Luo Bing, the Red Flower Society heroine, could hardly take her bright, captivating eyes off Lin Xuan's back. She had always been forthright, and had seen countless heroes of the martial world, yet none had ever combined a young man's sharp spirit with such calm, understated insight as flawlessly as Lin Xuan.

He gave off a unique charm, at once clear and mellow, like a mountain spring in summer or the winter sun. A strange ripple stirred deep in her heart, and her interest in him grew stronger.

After roughly an hour of forced marching, the group finally reached its destination—Yan Hui Valley.