Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master Is Huang Rong

She didn't get up, only lightly parted her crimson lips, her voice carrying a hint of suppressed petulance and anticipation:

"Come in... the door isn't locked."

Lin Xuan pushed the door open and gently closed the bolt behind him.

Inside, a unique fragrance belonging to Huang Rong wafted towards him, a blend of the orchid's elegance and the unique scent of a mature woman, instantly enveloping him.

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

He slowly stepped forward and, from behind, embraced Huang Rong's soft, warm, jade-like body tightly.

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

Huang Rong's delicate body instantly went soft in his arms. She let out a contented sigh, leaning her entire weight against Lin Xuan's broad, warm chest.

She raised her smooth, jade-like hand and gently placed it over Lin Xuan's strong, thick hand encircling her waist. Her fingertips softly caressed, feeling the reassuring warmth and strength from his palm.

"You wicked disciple," Huang Rong chided playfully. Her voice, however, was so soft and sweet that it held no trace of reprimand, instead overflowing with boundless tenderness and reliance.

Lin Xuan didn't answer, instead expressing his longing through actions.

His lips were warm and moist, delicately kissing her snow-white, jade-like neck, moving upwards from the impossibly delicate skin, caressing her exquisite collarbone.

Finally, he paused amidst her waterfall-like, raven-black hair, taking a deep breath, greedily inhaling the intoxicating, unique fragrance from her hair and body.

His hands also began to stray. His thick, powerful palms, with an undeniable force, slid across her slender, willow-like waist, then up from her full, rounded buttocks.

Eventually, they rested upon her bountiful, proud, and astonishingly elastic breasts. Through the thin silk, he gently kneaded the astonishing fullness and softness.

A contented moan escaped Huang Rong's lips. Her body involuntarily writhed, like a water snake, seeking deeper, more intimate contact in his embrace.

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

They hadn't seen each other for a night, and their longing had already overflowed like a flood.

The two exchanged no superfluous words; all their emotions transformed into the most primal, direct actions.

Clothes shed, their bodies intertwined tightly under the flickering candlelight.

Lin Xuan's body, tempered by the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, had long since reached a peak unattainable by mortals. Each thrust carried a destructive power, as if he intended to devour Huang Rong whole, crush her, and then reshape her.

Beneath him, Huang Rong was like a small boat in a storm, tossed to the peak by the wild, overbearing waves again and again.

She had never experienced such extreme pleasure, a ecstasy so profound it made her soul tremble, causing her to completely cast aside all reserve and shame.

She actively, passionately responded to Lin Xuan's every invasion. Her slender, fair legs wrapped around his firm waist like vines.

Her mouth let out broken, enchanting gasps, a sound that existed only for Lin Xuan, his exclusive, decadent melody.

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

After an unknown amount of time, when another wave of extreme pleasure exploded within her like fireworks, Huang Rong's delicate body finally went completely limp, unable to muster any more strength.

Her beautiful face was flushed crimson, her almond-shaped eyes hazy, veiled with a mist, filled with helpless panic, yet also brimming with ultimate satisfaction.

Her breathing was rapid and disordered, her full breasts heaving violently, as if trying to calm the turmoil that had just been thoroughly stirred within her.

"Xuan'er... no... I can't..." Huang Rong's voice was hoarse, with a hint of a sob, filled with extreme temptation and pleading, "I... I really... can't take it anymore..."

Although her body craved more, her physical strength had reached its limit. Each thrust made her soul tremble, yet her body felt as though it were falling apart.

Lin Xuan looked at the peerless beauty beneath him, a delicate flower he had thoroughly watered, now gorgeously alluring. His eyes flickered with fervent desire and a glint of triumphant satisfaction.

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

He leaned down, his scorching lips brushing against Huang Rong's sensitive earlobe. His hot breath caressed her delicate skin, making her delicate body tremble again.

His voice became low and hoarse, possessing a seductive magic as he whispered in her ear:

"My good Master... your disciple still wants more..."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's delicate body trembled violently. A hint of shyness and panic flashed in her hazy eyes. She shook her head weakly, her voice choked with tears, "No... don't... I really... can't..."

Lin Xuan chuckled softly, his tongue gently licking her earlobe, causing her to shudder.

"Master, let's try another way..." His voice grew even deeper, carrying an irresistible gentleness and command, "Use your tenderness... to cherish me..."

"Use... me?"

Huang Rong's delicate body instantly stiffened. Her hazy eyes snapped open wide, filled with shock and disbelief. Her flushed cheeks turned even redder, as if they could bleed.

Use her own tenderness to soothe him?

The thought struck her mind like a thunderclap, filling her with unprecedented shame and panic. This method was something she had never imagined.

However, when she met Lin Xuan's fiery, yearning gaze, all resistance and shame instantly melted away under the surge of love and desire.

She saw the plea in his eyes, saw his body tense from forcibly suppressing his desires, and her heart softened.

She loved him, loved this young man who had rescued her from her confinement and brought her such extreme pleasure.

As long as it could satisfy him, as long as it could make him happy, she was willing to do anything for him. That shame, at this moment, transformed into a strange, eager impulse to please him.

Huang Rong didn't speak. She lightly bit her delicate lips, which were slightly red and swollen from his kisses. A struggle, a shy blush, flickered in her misty eyes.

Finally, it transformed into boundless tenderness and submission.

She slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor, moved away from beneath Lin Xuan.

She knelt on the bed, her delicate and voluptuous body revealed in its curves under the candlelight, like the most perfect jade carving. She took a deep breath, as if summoning all her courage, then slowly lowered herself, transforming her deepest love into a silent offering.

This was her first time doing something like this. Her movements were tinged with a hint of awkwardness and clumsiness.

When her warm, soft touch first encountered that astonishingly scorching presence, her delicate body trembled violently again, her cheeks burning so hot they could almost ignite the air.

That rich, masculine aura, belonging solely to Lin Xuan, instantly enveloped her completely, penetrating her senses and making her feel dizzy.

She imitated the domineering yet skillful way Lin Xuan had kissed her in her memory, clumsily, tentatively, with the gentlest posture, softly responding, connecting heart and mind.

But it was precisely this inexperience and purity, this effort to please him, that brought Lin Xuan an unprecedented, ultimate stimulation and satisfaction.

"Rong'er... good Rong'er..." Lin Xuan let out a suppressed, contented growl.

His hands instinctively plunged into Huang Rong's smooth, waterfall-like raven-black hair, his fingertips gently caressing her scalp, guiding her offering.

He felt an unprecedented, ultimate tenderness and acceptance. The extreme pleasure that could drive any man mad instantly swept through his entire body, making him feel as if he would melt completely in this haven of softness.

Under Lin Xuan's guidance, Huang Rong gradually let go of all shame and restraint. She began to enjoy this unconventional intimate method that could bring him extreme pleasure.

She listened to his contented growls, felt the trembling of his body, and the shame in her heart gradually gave way to a strange urge to please him.

She became bolder, her gentleness fitting snugly, each intimacy carrying a hint of exploration and temptation.

Her breathing grew rapid and erratic, each deeper movement accompanied by Lin Xuan's low, satisfied moans.

The scorching presence gradually swelled within her gentle embrace, extreme pleasure washing over her in waves, not just Lin Xuan, but Huang Rong herself felt a numb sinking.

She responded actively and passionately, each movement carrying a seductive provocation.

She even began to attempt a deeper offering, striving to guide that massive presence to a deeper union of heart and mind.

For the first time, that hard, ultimate touch met her most sensitive spot, making her delicate body tremble violently, and she let out a choked whimper, almost suffocating.

Lin Xuan's low voice whispered seductively in her ear:

"Rong'er... relax... deeper..."

His fingers gently stroked her hair, offering silent encouragement.

Huang Rong bit her swollen red lips, her almond-shaped eyes gazing at him hazily, filled with struggle and submission.

She took a deep breath, the rich masculine scent making her dizzy. She tried again, slowly, clumsily guiding that iron-hard presence to a deeper level of fitting.

The scorching presence completely merged into her senses, the ultimate fullness making her body go limp, and numb currents spread from her depths throughout her entire body.

She felt an unprecedented sense of suffocation, yet within it, she experienced extreme pleasure.

Lin Xuan growled, his body trembling with pleasure, his hands gently supporting her head, guiding her to sink deeper.

Huang Rong's breathing was rapid, her gasps continuous, her raven-black waterfall-like hair brushing against Lin Xuan's firm chest with her offering, carrying a hint of allure.

She began to adapt to this unconventional intimacy, her shame gradually replaced by a twisted pleasure of conquest.

Each of her movements carried a seductive provocation.

Lin Xuan panted above her head, his voice low and hoarse, filled with satisfaction and self-satisfaction. He felt that ultimate tightness and warmth, that ultimate soft entanglement, making his heart sway, completely intoxicated.

His body galloped wildly and drunkenly within her gentle embrace, each thrust accompanied by Huang Rong's whimpering moans.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique operated on its own at this moment, their breaths nourishing each other in their ultimate union. Lin Xuan greedily absorbed that pure energy, while his internal energy also fed back into Huang Rong's body, bringing a numb fullness that was both painful and pleasurable, making her unable to stop.

Time seemed to freeze, and yet it also seemed to flow for a thousand years.

Huang Rong's cheeks remained flushed, and beads of sweat slid from her long eyelashes, dripping onto Lin Xuan's thighs.

Her delicate lips were slightly red and swollen, and she felt sore from the prolonged movement, but she dared not stop.

She saw the flame burning in Lin Xuan's eyes grow fiercer, and felt the deepest desire of his body beating more wildly within her gentle embrace.

He growled, his body trembling more violently, each thrust carrying a destructive force.

Huang Rong knew he was about to reach his peak. She tried her best, with the gentlest posture, each movement becoming more rapid.

She felt a massive, scorching torrent erupt within her gentle embrace, that rich masculine scent instantly submerging her completely, the warm and sticky gift making her delicate body tremble violently, and she let out a long, soul-stirring cry.

Extreme pleasure exploded throughout Lin Xuan's body, his body convulsed violently, and suppressed growls echoed in the silent room.

He gently supported Huang Rong's head, burying her deep in his firm embrace, greedily absorbing this soul-stirring extreme pleasure.

Huang Rong's body completely went limp at this moment, she felt the warm afterglow, which brought her an unprecedented sense of shame, yet within it, she felt ultimate satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment.

That rich, masculine aura, belonging solely to Lin Xuan, made her feel dizzy.

She panted heavily, her breathing rapid and erratic. Her cheeks were flushed, her almond-shaped eyes hazy, covered by a layer of mist, with a hint of helpless panic, yet filled with ultimate satisfaction.

She weakly rested her head on Lin Xuan's firm thigh, her raven-black waterfall-like hair scattered across Lin Xuan's broad chest, carrying her unique elegant fragrance and the added allure of this moment.

Lin Xuan's body slowly relaxed, he felt Huang Rong's soft, delicate body leaning against him, his heart filled with satisfaction and self-satisfaction.

He gently picked up Huang Rong, letting her soft, fragrant jade-like body nestle against his broad, firm chest again.

Huang Rong weakly raised her jade-like, smooth hand and gently placed it on his large hand, her fingertips softly caressing it.

Her heart and soul, at this moment, had completely sunk, under his control.

Author's Note:

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

Chapter 40: Ambush

A few days later, news of the Wolf Riders' arrival spread. Lin Xuan led the surprise attack team to Yan Hui Valley.

Deep in the night. The mountains outside Xiangyang City were completely swallowed by an boundless expanse of dark ink.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, only occasionally allowing a few wisps of pale light to leak through the gaps, casting a layer of cold silver frost onto the rugged mountain path. The wind howled like a mournful cry through the forests, stirring the scent of decaying leaves and soil, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

In this wilderness, as if forgotten by the gods, a team of over a hundred people moved like stealthy specters, advancing silently. They wore dark night-blooming clothes, almost blending into the darkness.

Their footsteps were so light that not a single sound could be heard, only the faint rustling of clothes brushing against grass and trees, occasionally making barely audible sounds.

This was the surprise attack team personally assembled by Lin Xuan, meticulously selected from the martial arts experts of various sects. Every single one of them was capable of standing alone in the martial world.

At this moment, however, they were like well-trained soldiers, completely suppressing all their arrogance and sharpness. Now, they were merely a silent, poised blade, waiting for the moment of dawn.

Leading the team was Lin Xuan himself.

He wore a simple, plain green outfit that almost merged with the night, making his figure appear even taller and more slender in the darkness, like a sturdy pine. He carried no ostentatious weapons, only an ancient-looking long sword at his waist, devoid of any flashiness.

Within the team, the Mount Hua Sect leader Yue Buqun walked side-by-side with his wife, Ning Zhongze.

Yue Buqun's gaze occasionally fell upon Lin Xuan's upright back, his brows furrowing and smoothing imperceptibly, his eyes reflecting complex emotions he himself had not anticipated.

However, Lin Xuan's unfathomable wisdom and flawless execution over the past few days had been like a heavy hammer, shattering the slight disdain in his heart. At this moment, he put away his master's arrogance and began to truly examine this young man, his gaze now holding not only scrutiny but also a hint of admiration that he himself hadn't noticed.

Ning Zhongze's feelings were more direct and clear. She gazed at Lin Xuan's back; though his build wasn't imposing, it exuded an unshakable solidity. What surged in her heart was an irrepressible admiration and praise.

This youth was not only astonishingly talented but also possessed the demeanor of a great general, capable of strategizing and remaining calm in the face of danger. The reassuring steadiness he exuded, like a towering mountain, made her instinctively feel trust. Ning Zhongze even thought that if her own Chong'er could have half of Lin Xuan's composure and responsibility, she, as a mother, could truly put her worries to rest.

The eyes of the Red Flower Society's heroine Luo Bing, which sparkled with brilliance, hardly moved from Lin Xuan's back. She had always been forthright and had met countless heroes in the martial world, yet none had ever combined the sharpness of youth with the steady, restrained wisdom like Lin Xuan.

What emanated from him was a unique charm, both crisp and mellow, like a mountain spring in summer or warm sunshine in winter, causing a strange ripple in the depths of her heart and intensifying her interest.

After about an hour of forced march, the team finally reached their destination—Yan Hui Valley.