Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master Is Huang Rong

Her usually bright and beautiful face was flushed with an unnatural redness, her dark hair scattered messily over her shoulders, adding a touch of unrefined wild beauty.

Shame, anger, shock, confusion, and even a hint of a secret tremor she dared not delve into, all sorts of emotions churned within her chest, causing her heart and lungs to ache.

"Heroine Luo, last night… it was you, wasn't it?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out from outside the door, accompanied by the gentle creak of wood. Then, Lin Xuan's figure appeared in the doorway.

Luo Bing's heart tightened, and she looked up sharply. A flicker of panic crossed her watery eyes.

Almost instinctively, she denied it, "What last night? I don't know…"

Her voice was somewhat sharp, her words jumbled, carrying an undisguised guilt, and even she could hear the flaws in her denial.

Lin Xuan didn't expose her, merely walked slowly into the room.

His gaze gently swept over her disheveled hair and clothes, a smile playing on his lips.

He walked to the table, casually picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of cool tea, and took a slow sip.

Luo Bing felt her cheeks burning as if scorched by his gaze. Her pretty face was now so red it seemed ready to bleed.

Overwhelmed by shame and anger, she decided to stop hiding it and abruptly stood up. Her shapely body trembled slightly with rage.

She questioned him sternly, "You, how dare you! How could you and Sect Leader Huang do such a thing? How could you face Great Hero Guo?"

"In broad daylight, no, under the bright moonlight, to commit such an act worse than beasts, have you no shame?"

Lin Xuan put down his teacup and turned to look at her. His expression remained calm, without a ripple, as if what she said had nothing to do with him.

He spoke leisurely, "Heroine Luo misunderstands. Between my master and me, it's not as you think."

"Misunderstanding?!" Luo Bing laughed in anger, her chest heaving violently. Her ample bosom rose and fell with her breaths.

"I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be a misunderstanding?! You are clearly profaning the sect and defiling its purity!"

"Utterly disgraceful, worse than a beast!"

Lin Xuan sighed softly and walked slowly in front of her, stopping no more than two feet away.

His elegant aura entered Luo Bing's nostrils, making her heart tremble again.

His deep gaze fixed on her, his tone softened, yet carried an undeniable seriousness.

"Heroine Luo, you may not know, but my master and I are not as you imagine."

"It's because she has been suffering from a strange poison for a long time. Although she seemed fine all these years, her internal injuries were severe, her heart meridian was blocked, and her vital energy was greatly depleted."

Luo Bing was stunned. Her watery eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Sect Leader Huang is suffering from a strange poison? How is that possible? I've never heard of it!"

"It was done by an old friend of my master's; no one knows, and she has always kept it hidden."

"I accidentally discovered her abnormality and investigated with my medical skills and internal energy, only to learn that there was a malevolent energy within her body, entwined around her heart meridian. It had accumulated over time and had become beyond remedy."

"Ordinary medicine and martial arts cannot eradicate it, only suppress it," Lin Xuan explained calmly.

"Then what does that have to do with you… and what happened last night?"

Although Luo Bing harbored doubts, Lin Xuan's explanation was plausible, making her half-believe him.

"I have a mysterious cultivation technique," Lin Xuan continued unhurriedly.

"This technique is specifically designed to harmonize yin and yang and replenish deficiencies. It is an ancient art."

"It can use my yang energy to nurture the yin energy within my master and gradually dissolve it."

"However, this technique is extremely special. During its operation, when yin and yang intersect, it will stir the vital energy of both parties, generating an uncontrollable 'heart fire'."

"Once this heart fire arises, if it cannot be resolved in time, it will backfire on oneself, resulting in disordered internal energy at best, and a burnt-out heart meridian at worst."

Luo Bing frowned as she listened. She had heard of heart fire, but the severe consequences were truly terrifying.

She pressed, "Then how is this 'heart fire' resolved?"

Lin Xuan's gaze fell on her face, his tone becoming somewhat meaningful.

"The method of resolution is not ordinary internal energy breathing."

"It requires physical contact, a method of yin and yang convergence, to guide and dissolve it."

"Yesterday in the pavilion, I was precisely resolving the heart fire for my master, to prevent her cultivation from being damaged and her life from being endangered."

Upon hearing this, Luo Bing's pretty face instantly turned pale, then flushed crimson again.

Although she had guessed some of it, hearing Lin Xuan state it so "calmly" still gave her a great shock.

"Absurd! What kind of unheard-of cultivation technique and therapy exists in this world?"

"You're clearly twisting words to excuse your actions!"

Luo Bing insisted, her tone firm, her eyes full of distrust. She could not accept this explanation; it was too unbelievable and too contrary to her understanding of morality and ethics.

Lin Xuan looked at her, a slight curve on his lips. He didn't argue further, just took a step forward.

His movement was so fast that Luo Bing had no time to react. He reached out and gently but undeniably pulled her graceful body into his embrace.

His embrace was warm and firm, carrying a strange yet heart-pounding masculine scent that instantly enveloped her.

"What are you doing?!" Luo Bing exclaimed.

She instinctively tried to struggle, but her efforts felt so weak against him, like a trapped butterfly.

Lin Xuan remained silent, his large hand resting gently on her back.

A foreign, powerful internal energy, carrying a biting chill, instantly invaded her meridians!

Luo Bing's body trembled violently. That internal energy rampaged within her, like ice picks, then like fire.

First, a sharp pain, then numbness, and finally a surge of heat shot from her tailbone to her forehead.

She felt her entire body's blood boil, her limbs and bones as if crisscrossed by countless tiny electric currents, unbearably itchy.

The sensation wasn't purely painful; it was more of a peculiar allure, as if peeling away every restraint within her, releasing an oppression she herself hadn't even realized existed.

She wanted to push him away, but her body felt as if it were bound by a spell, limp and powerless.

She could even feel a faint flame flickering in her Dantian, spreading along her meridians, bringing a strange anxiety and emptiness.

Is this the "heart fire" Lin Xuan spoke of? So uncomfortable, so tormenting, yet with a hint of bizarre pleasure.

Her breathing grew heavy, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes began to glaze over.

That heart fire ignited like a prairie fire, instantly igniting the long-suppressed emotions deep within her heart.

Her delicate, graceful body began to soften slightly, and an indescribable emptiness and craving surged from the depths of her being, compelling her to instinctively seek fulfillment, to seek a deeper connection.

Lin Xuan's face was inches away. His deep eyes held a hint of understanding, a hint of patience, and a hint of unfathomable temptation.

His breath gently brushed past her ear, sending waves of tingling sensation.

Luo Bing's consciousness blurred, an unprecedented heat rising from her Dantian, not a feverish heat, but more like a long-suppressed craving instantly breaking its dam.

Her red lips parted slightly, her delicate lips trembling.

At this moment, as if guided by an unseen force, she actively leaned into his lips, so close.

Their lips met, soft and warm.

Lin Xuan's kiss carried an aggressive force, yet he explored and teased with great care.

He gently licked her lips, tracing their shape, then gently deepened the kiss.

Luo Bing's mind roared. All resistance and shame collapsed in that instant.

Her graceful body went limp, responding almost greedily. Her hands, beyond her control, wrapped around his neck, her fingertips sinking into his hair, with a hint of urgency, a hint of surrender.

Lips and teeth intertwined, breaths mingled.

She had never experienced such a passionate, such a foreign kiss.

His kiss carried the sweet scent of osmanthus, and also a strange wildness and passion she had never felt before.

That heart fire was transmitted between their lips, and in their embrace, it was soothed, guided.

The heat all over her body was, with this kiss, gradually drawn away, melted.

Just as Luo Bing was about to completely succumb, Lin Xuan abruptly stopped the flow of his internal energy and gently separated their lips.

Luo Bing's body stiffened at first, then she leaned limply into Lin Xuan's embrace, gasping for air.

Her pretty face was as red as if it were about to bleed, her watery eyes hazy, filled with shock, with shyness, and with a sense of ease and satisfaction she couldn't deny.

Lin Xuan's gaze remained calm, but the smile at the corner of his lips deepened.

He asked softly, "Now, does the heroine Luo believe?"

Luo Bing stood frozen, unable to speak for a long time.

She felt the heart fire within her body completely dissipate, replaced by an unprecedented clarity and refreshment.

It was as if her entire meridians had been cleansed anew, so comfortable that she almost moaned aloud.

Could it be that everything he said was true?

She shyly lowered her gaze, not daring to meet Lin Xuan's eyes.

That kiss just now was an experience she had never had before; that wildness and abandon made her feel both strange and fearful.

But the comfort and satisfaction her body felt made it impossible to deny the truth of Lin Xuan's words.

"I…" she mumbled, finally managing to squeeze out a few words.

"My body… feels much better, indeed."

Lin Xuan's smile deepened upon hearing this.

He reached out and gently tidied the strands of hair falling beside her cheek, his movements gentle yet heart-stirring.

"Since that is the case, I ask that you, heroine Luo, for my Master's sake, keep this a secret."

"I do not wish to ruin my Master's reputation."

His tone was sincere, with a hint of pleading.

Luo Bing's body trembled, and she looked up at him.

His eyes were deep, and he didn't seem to be lying.

Her heart was a tangle of shock, shame, confusion, and worry for Huang Rong's safety.

"I... I understand," she whispered, her voice hoarse and laced with a weariness she'd never known.

Lin Xuan nodded slightly, satisfied.

He released Luo Bing, and before she could reply, his figure flickered, melting into the shadows beneath the corridor, disappearing silently outside the door.

Only Luo Bing remained in the room, still in turmoil.

Luo Bing stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

She reached out to touch her burning cheeks, then her still slightly numb lips.

That intense, electric tingling sensation seemed to linger within her, a reminder that what had just happened was not a dream.

When had she ever imagined that one day she would be so brazenly taken advantage of by a man so much younger than herself?

Even more unexpectedly, she hadn't resisted at all, and had even actively responded.

This realization filled her with shame, yet also a strange excitement and curiosity. This conflicting emotion tormented her soul.

The scales of morality in her heart collapsed with a roar. The perfect world she had envisioned suddenly shattered into pieces.

Chapter 52: No Battles in Xiangyang, Lin Xuan Roams the Jianghu (Bonus Chapter, Volume 1 Complete)

After that day, Luo Bing always felt awkward staying in Xiangyang.

Every time she saw Huang Rong or Lin Xuan, she felt a strange sensation.

After forcing herself to stay for three days, Luo Bing could no longer bear it.

One morning, she formally announced her departure to Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

"Great Hero Guo, Sect Leader Huang," she managed a strained smile, "I received news from the Red Flower Society's headquarters that there are several urgent matters requiring my attention back there. I have been a bother these past few days, and I am deeply grateful. I must take my leave now."

This reason was plausible and fitting. The Red Flower Society was known for its busy affairs.