Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master Is Huang Rong

It wasn't just pain; it was an icy chill that seemed capable of freezing the soul. Wherever it passed, blood felt like it was solidifying, and meridians turned stiff.

"Snow Mountain Cold Soul!"

The name of a legendary poison from the Western Regions flashed through Ning Zhongze's mind, and her heart turned to ice.

The poison spread with astonishing speed.

Her vision swam, her entire body felt drained of strength as if instantly emptied, and her true qi could no longer be gathered.

Her sword-wielding hand fell limply, her delicate body softened, and she could no longer stand firm on the steep cliff face.

Amidst the shocked cries of the surrounding disciples and the horrified gaze of Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze's graceful figure, like a falling leaf in the wind, plummeted from the cliff face towards the valley floor dozens of feet below, a place where firelight and darkness intertwined...

Chapter 42: Close-Quarters Healing

The night sky, like a black cloth soaked in blood, pressed heavily upon Yan Hui Valley.

Ning Zhongze's consciousness was rapidly falling through a boundless darkness capable of freezing the soul.

Just as her soul was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness, a streak of azure light violently tore through the darkness before her eyes!

The figure moved with incredible speed.

He traversed the ninety-degree vertical cliff face as if on level ground. Each light tap of his toes on a tiny protrusion allowed his body to make unbelievable twists and ascents in mid-air.

On the battlefield below, countless people looked up, but could only catch a glimpse of a blurry azure afterimage, like a phantom, or perhaps an immortal.

It's him! Lin Xuan!

The moment Ning Zhongze was in danger, Lin Xuan, who had been calmly observing and controlling the entire battle situation, finally made his move. For the first time, a terrifying glint, capable of piercing the night sky, erupted in his deep, dark eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, his body shot out like an arrow released from a bowstring. Driven by the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, the supreme lightness skill from the Nine Yin Manual was unleashed to its highest level. He weaved through the deadly net of arrows and rolling stones, appearing with pinpoint accuracy at the most critical juncture.

A pair of strong, powerful arms, carrying a reassuring warmth that seemed capable of melting all ice and snow, gently but undeniably encircled her.

One hand held her soft, slender waist, nullifying her terrifying falling momentum; the other steadily supported her lower back, a stream of pure internal energy flowing through his palm to protect her rapidly weakening heart meridian.

Ning Zhongze's delicate, soft jade body landed in a warm, firm embrace. It wasn't a collision, but like a drop of water merging into the ocean; all impact and unease were instantly absorbed and resolved.

She mustered her last bit of strength to lift her heavy eyelids. The first thing she saw was Lin Xuan's face, sharply defined in the firelight. His eyes held no panic, no pity, only an absolute confidence and coldness that saw through and controlled everything.

"Heroine Ning, maintain your clarity. I will heal you!"

Lin Xuan's deep, magnetic voice, as if possessing some kind of magical power that made words reality, pierced through the layers of cold poison's blockade. It exploded in her frozen sea of consciousness, forcefully injecting a sliver of fuel called "hope" into her dying flame of a soul.

Holding Ning Zhongze, his body twisted in mid-air. Like a falcon soaring through the heavens, with a few leaps and bounds, he had already escaped the clamor of the main battlefield and landed steadily on a rocky platform far from the fray.

"Junior Sister—!"

From the cliff top, Yue Buqun's eyes were bloodshot, his demeanor like a maddened tiger. The Gentleman Sword in his hand had long lost its usual grace and composure, replaced by frantic slashes.

He wanted to rush down, but was fiercely entangled by the valiant Mongol deputy general Batu and his elite guards, completely unable to break free.

He could only watch as Lin Xuan, holding his wife, disappeared into the shadows of the cliff.

Lin Xuan, holding the barely breathing Ning Zhongze, swept his divine sense around and discovered a hidden cave nearby, thickly covered by ancient vines. Without hesitation, he flashed inside.

The cave was a world of its own, dry and quiet, like a hidden paradise within the bloody hell of the outside world.

Lin Xuan spread his expensive silk outer robe on a flat bluestone slab and carefully laid Ning Zhongze down. Then, he flicked his finger, and a sharp gust of wind ignited the dry firewood stored in the cave. A bonfire blazed to life.

The orange-red flames danced, dispelling the cave's chill and darkness, and casting Ning Zhongze's lifeless jade body in flickering light.

In the firelight, Ning Zhongze's face, as pure and beautiful as white jade, was pale without a trace of color. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed in agony, her full red lips had turned purple, and she unconsciously let out heart-wrenching, kitten-like moans of pain.

A thin layer of white frost had even formed on her exposed skin. The icy energy was visibly ravaging her body, consuming her last vestiges of life.

Lin Xuan's expression was grave. He reached out and placed a hand on her wrist, probing with a stream of incredibly pure internal energy. In an instant, he grasped the severity of the situation.

"Snow Mountain Cold Soul is indeed vicious!"

He clearly felt that the extremely cold, foreign true qi had spread throughout Ning Zhongze's limbs like a vast spiderweb, and was now gathering its main force to launch a final assault on the Tanzhong acupoint near her heart meridian and the Dantian, the sea of her vital energy.

This cold poison not only froze her meridians but was also corroding the very source of her life force. Once her heart meridian and Dantian fell, even a celestial being couldn't save her.

In this world, only extremely yang and extremely strong internal energy could resolve this poison.

However, it couldn't be a simple input of internal energy, as that would only cause her already fragile, ice-crystal-like meridians to shatter under the clash of two internal energies.

The only chance of survival was for the rescuer to use themselves as a cauldron, employing their own pure yang true qi and, through direct, unimpeded skin contact, "imprint" the yang internal energy into the poisoned person's flesh and meridians inch by inch. This would be like slow roasting, from the outside in, completely and utterly "refining" the cold poison lurking within the body.

This also meant the rescuer would have to touch and caress every inch of the poisoned person's skin without reservation.

Fortunately, I have a cheat. The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique is an unparalleled divine skill. It possesses both pure yang and extreme yin attributes.

Therefore, Lin Xuan was the best person to save her.

Saving someone meant saving them completely.

Lin Xuan thought to himself: I saved your life, taking a little advantage shouldn't be a big deal, right?

"Heroine Ning, for your sake, this junior has offended you."

Lin Xuan whispered, as if explaining to the unconscious Ning Zhongze, or perhaps seeking a respectable reason for his upcoming actions.

His movements were no longer hesitant.

He first reached out and untied the leather belt that bound her heroic attire at her waist. Then, he carefully removed her Mount Hua Sect uniform, which was already stained with blood and dirt.

His movements were light, not like he was taking off clothes, but like he was unveiling a priceless piece of art.

As his outer robe was removed, it revealed a light blue silk inner garment. The inner garment was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her shapely, delicate body, outlining the perfect figure unique to a mature woman, a blend of a maiden's firmness and a beautiful woman's fullness, sparking endless imagination.

Lin Xuan's breath hitched for a moment.

He couldn't help but feel his throat go dry, a fire igniting in his lower abdomen.

He continued his movements, his slender fingers deftly undoing the frog fastenings of her inner garment.

The silk slid smoothly off her fair, jade-like shoulders, revealing a delicate, water-red bodice underneath, protecting the most private parts of a woman. The edges of the bodice were embroidered with a pair of flying birds, which now trembled slightly with her shallow breaths, as if about to take flight.

This was her last line of defense.

Lin Xuan's fingers lingered on the thin tie of the dudou for a moment. He could even feel the astonishing warmth and elasticity radiating from beneath the thin fabric.

He no longer hesitated, flicking his fingers, and the tie came undone.

Finally, a flawless, mature body, as if meticulously carved from moonlight and ivory, was revealed to him, completely unreserved and naked.

Bathed in the warm, orange-red glow of the fire, her skin shimmered with a holy yet utterly seductive ivory luster.

From her elegant collarbones to her full, high breasts; from her flat, soft abdomen to the mysterious, deep valley; and then to her pair of long, straight, beautifully curved jade legs...

Every inch of her form seemed to have been designed by a creator's most biased hand, neither too full nor too thin, perfectly breathtaking.

She was like the finest South Sea pearl, stripped of all its hard shell, revealing its most essential, primal, and captivating beauty.

He sat cross-legged, gently lifting Ning Zhongze's soft, delicate body, positioning her with her back to him, leaning obediently into his embrace.

This way, he could begin the systematic treatment from the Du meridian, the sea of human Yang energy, from top to bottom.

Ning Zhongze's body, experiencing both ice and fire, pressed perfectly against his chest. The astonishing softness and fullness, transmitted through his own thin clothes, were incredibly clear, causing Lin Xuan's body to instantly tense, his blood flow accelerating sharply.

He took a deep breath and unleashed the full power of his Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique with both palms.

Instantly, his palms turned as red as branding irons, yet they emitted no scorching heat. All his potent Yang energy was perfectly contained within his palms with his divine control.

Then, he slowly placed his hands on Ning Zhongze's smooth, slippery, beautiful back.

"Ssss..."

A faint sound, like cold water hitting boiling oil, echoed in the silent cave. A visible mist of white vapor rose from where their skin touched, the product of the direct clash between his supreme Yang true energy and her supreme Yin cold poison.

"Mmm... ah..."

Ning Zhongze, who had been moaning unconsciously in pain, suddenly let out a long sigh with a strange tremor in her voice.

The pain in her voice vanished, replaced by an extreme comfort and satisfaction, like parched earth finally receiving rain.

In her perception, the ferocious ice demon that had been chasing and gnawing at her suddenly let out a shriek of fear. A golden, warm sun rose powerfully behind her, its warm yet dominant light instantly piercing her body, dispelling a large portion of the bone-chilling cold.

This was a comfort that penetrated her soul, unlike anything she had ever experienced!

That warm power surged into every part of her body through every inch of her back. Her body, stiffened by the cold, began to soften; her blood, sluggish from stagnation, began to flow joyfully again.

She was like a traveler frozen in the Siberian wilderness, finally collapsing into a warm log cabin with a roaring fireplace, every pore of her body cheering and rejoicing.

Driven by the most primal instinct, she unconsciously and actively leaned back tighter, as if wanting to melt entirely into that warm source, greedily absorbing every trace of warmth that could keep her away from death.

Lin Xuan's eyes were slightly closed, his mind completely immersed in this extremely subtle battle of internal energy.

His palms traced the beautiful midline of her back, following the path of the Du meridian, starting from Fengfu and Dazhui at the back of her neck, and slowly moving downwards.

Wherever his hands passed, the cold poison beneath her skin was completely refined, leaving behind a healthy, alluring flush. He could clearly feel the fragile, tiny meridians beneath her skin, frozen by the ice, thawing and reviving inch by inch under his powerful yet gentle Yang true energy, even becoming more resilient than before.

His hands slid over her elegant shoulder blades, caressed her flat, smooth spine, and finally stopped at her slender waist, which was barely enough to be grasped. He inwardly praised her astonishing flexibility and elasticity.

To stabilize her body and prevent her unconscious tremors from affecting the healing, his arms "naturally" passed under her armpits, encircling her upper body, forming an intimate embrace.

This posture brought her full, ample upper body even closer into his embrace.

He could clearly feel the astonishing softness of her breasts pressing against his chest without any defense. Even through the thin layer of clothing, that extreme, blood-pounding sensation was still clearly transmitted, causing his mind to stir slightly.

After clearing the cold poison from the Du meridian on her back, Lin Xuan slowly turned her soft, delicate body around, so she faced him, still leaning tightly into his embrace in an extremely ambiguous position.

Now, it was time to deal with the Ren meridian on the front, and most importantly, the heart meridian and the Dantian.

This was also the most dangerous, most crucial, and... the step where he could most taste forbidden fruit.

His gaze, no longer obstructed, fell upon the slightly erect, rosy peaks, tinged red from the cold and stimulation. He knew that one of the most important acupoints in the human body, the "Tanzhong acupoint" which sustained the heart meridian, lay within the deep valley between those two towering snow-capped peaks.

He could feel the male desire for conquest roaring within his blood, justifying itself.

He held his breath, his right palm, carrying an irresistible heat and a barely perceptible tremor, slowly, firmly, covered the abundant, full snow mountain on her left.

Lin Xuan's body jolted, and he gasped.

The sensation... was softer, more tender, more full, and more breathtakingly elastic than he had imagined.

It was a touch so exquisite it felt like it could melt his palm, like holding the finest silk, or like holding a warm, living, breathing cloud.

Its beauty was far beyond words.

"Ah... mmm..."

Ning Zhongze's delicate body trembled violently, and a suppressed moan, sounding like a mixture of pain and pleasure, escaped from the depths of her throat.

In her dream, the golden sun had moved to directly in front of her. It was no longer a distant light, but had embraced her directly.

The warmth directly enveloped her heart, completely and domineeringly melting away the last, most stubborn trace of cold that had taken root there.

An unprecedented, extreme sense of comfort and security washed over her like a bursting dam.

She felt like an infant who had drifted for days in rough seas, finally returning to its mother's warmest, safest embrace, protected by the gentlest, most powerful force.

Towards the source of this warmth, she developed a primal reliance, trust, and... submission, stemming from the depths of her soul.

Lin Xuan carefully guided his internal energy.

Yet, his movements inadvertently gained a hint of "playfulness."

His palm slowly and meticulously kneaded and moved across the fair skin of her chest, as if shaping the finest dough into his most desired form.

He carefully traced every minute meridian, each press causing her body in his arms to tremble slightly.

His fingers brushed against the most sensitive, firmest tips again and again. Each touch was like igniting a tiny spark of electricity, causing soft, tearful murmurs he couldn't understand to escape her lips.

He was taking advantage of the usually dignified and respected Jade Maiden of Mount Hua. But at the same time, he was saving her life.

This wondrous feeling of walking the line between the sacred and the profane, between an angel and a devil, caused the Blood Essence within him to surge at an unprecedented speed, giving rise to an unparalleled pleasure of controlling another's life and dignity.

After thoroughly "purifying" the left peak, his palm, with a lingering trace of greed, slid slowly through the deep cleavage and covered the equally perfect and alluring right peak, repeating the same process that blended healing and desecration.

When he confirmed that all the cold poison in her chest had been completely neutralized and refined by his yang energy, his hand did not immediately leave. Instead, it continued downwards, moving slowly.

It glided over the smooth skin below her ribs, reaching her flat, soft abdomen. The skin there was as delicate as a newborn infant's, without a trace of excess fat, yet filled with astonishing elasticity.

His palm finally rested upon her Dantian, the center of primal energy and one of the favorite hiding spots for cold poison. He infused pure yang energy, not only clearing the cold poison but also nourishing and strengthening her sea of energy, turning misfortune into a blessing.

Thus, her entire, thrilling upper body, every inch of skin, every meridian, had been personally measured, kneaded, branded, and purified by his hands.

His domineering aura had left its mark everywhere on her.

However, the poison was mobile. A portion of the most stubborn cold poison, like a cunning viper, flowed along the meridians to her lower limbs for a final resistance.

Lin Xuan's gaze fell upon her long, well-proportioned legs.