Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

Chapter 4: On the Path to Quanzhen

Inside the inn room, the warm orange candlelight had long since been extinguished.

When Lin Xuan woke up, Shuang'er was curled up in his arms, her small body nestled tightly against him. Her head was buried in his chest, her breathing steady and peaceful.

Lin Xuan reached out and gently stroked her soft hair.

As if sensing him, Shuang'er let out a soft hum and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze met Lin Xuan's deep eyes, and she instantly became fully awake.

Shyness surged onto her cheeks like a tide, making her already rosy face even redder, yet tinged with a hint of contentment and innocent charm. She hastily tried to get up and adjust her disheveled clothes, but Lin Xuan's long arm pulled her back, drawing her into his embrace once more.

"Did you sleep well, Shuang'er?" Lin Xuan's voice was deep and gentle, carrying a hint of the hoarseness unique to early mornings. His fingers lightly traced the strands of hair by her ear, his movements filled with tenderness and a subtle possessiveness.

Shuang'er buried her head in his chest and whispered softly, "With you here, Young Master, Shuang'er slept very well, more peacefully than ever before."

"Silly girl." He gently pinched her delicate cheek, causing Shuang'er's face to flush even deeper.

After getting up, Shuang'er began to meticulously attend to Lin Xuan's washing and dressing. Her movements were gentle and practiced. Whether it was handing him warm water or tidying his collar, everything was done just right, neither subservient nor aloof, yet imbued with an innate gentleness and compliance.

She could quickly capture Lin Xuan's every glance and subtle gesture, understanding his intentions without a word.

She even took the initiative to prepare breakfast for him: congee and small dishes, exquisite and delicious. She managed his life with perfect order, allowing Lin Xuan to truly experience the supreme comfort and dignity of a pampered young master.

After breakfast, Lin Xuan prepared to continue his journey.

He bought a fine carriage and hired several reliable porters.

The carriage was elegantly decorated, the interior lined with soft cushions and pillows, and the windows draped with light gauze.

The carriage carried them, slowly heading north, their destination the majestic Zhongnan Mountain.

That afternoon, the carriage swayed as it traveled along a mountain path. Lin Xuan closed his eyes to rest, while Shuang'er sat beside him, meticulously massaging his shoulders. Her movements were extremely gentle, possessing a natural meticulousness, as if she were tending to a priceless treasure.

After the massage, Shuang'er did not immediately get up. Her gaze inadvertently fell upon the hem of Lin Xuan's trousers. Her cheeks quietly flushed, as if she had mustered immense courage.

"Young Master..." Her voice was like a mosquito's hum, barely audible unless the carriage had been extremely quiet.

Lin Xuan slightly opened his eyes and looked at her, his gaze holding a gentle inquiry.

Shuang'er followed the line of his leg, slowly and gently resting her head on his thigh. Her fingers intertwined nervously, a mixture of the shyness and boldness of someone new to intimacy. Her eyes, however, were fixed with unusual determination on his crotch.

There, due to the prolonged sitting posture and the yang energy within Lin Xuan's Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, it had already begun to stir.

Lin Xuan felt her warm breath and her shy yet yearning gaze, and understood. He said nothing, merely reaching out to gently stroke her soft hair, an unspoken permission and encouragement.

Receiving his tacit approval, Shuang'er's heart pounded violently, her cheeks turning so red they seemed about to bleed. She gently, with her slender hands, untied Lin Xuan's belt. Then, carefully, with a hint of reverence, she freed the bulging object from its confinement.

She lowered herself, first rubbing it softly with her smooth cheek, fully awakening the object from its slumber. Then, she opened her small, delicate cherry-like mouth and, with a touch of timidity yet boldness, took the thick object into her mouth.

Her initial movements were somewhat clumsy, yet carried a heart-stopping earnestness and devotion. Her warm tongue gently licked, her small lips striving to envelop it completely, attempting to swallow the robust member whole.

Her breath was warm, mingling with her slight panting and the sound of the breeze outside the carriage, filling the confined space with an atmosphere of intimacy and sensuality.

Lin Xuan felt an extreme wave of pleasure surge from his lower body to his head. He leaned back relaxedly against the soft cushion, closed his eyes, and savored the soft, wet sucking. Although Shuang'er lacked experience, her genuine desire to please and her devotion made her service incredibly comfortable. She was cautious, as if treating a peerless treasure, pouring all her gentleness and passion into her efforts, sucking and licking, occasionally using her teeth to lightly graze, stimulating his sensitive nerves.

The air inside the carriage grew increasingly hot, and Lin Xuan's breathing became heavier. He could feel Shuang'er's efforts and progress; from her initial shyness to her current absorption and self-forgetfulness, she was completely immersed in pleasing him. This ultimate devotion brought him immense joy, and the yang energy, fueled by her efforts, became increasingly difficult to suppress.

"Mmm..." Lin Xuan let out a low groan from his throat, his hands gripping the carriage's armrests tightly.

Hearing his groan, Shuang'er tried even harder. Her small mouth was swollen, but she showed no signs of stopping, solely focused on making her Young Master more comfortable. This continued until Lin Xuan felt the hot torrent erupt, splattering Shuang'er's jade-like face with a thick coating.

Shuang'er held the now-liberated object in her mouth, and only slowly and reluctantly let go after it had completely subsided. She showed no disgust or discomfort; instead, she extended her pink tongue to lick away the sticky residue from the corners of her lips. Her eyes, now misty, were filled with the satisfaction of exhaustion and a hint of expectant pride.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at her obedient and compliant demeanor, his gaze full of praise and satisfaction. He reached out and gently caressed her swollen lips, "Shuang'er, you... did very well."

Lin Xuan's next destination was the Quanzhen Sect on Zhongnan Mountain. As per Guo Jing's instructions, he was supposed to check on Yang Guo's recent situation.

As a transmigrator, Lin Xuan knew all too well that Yang Guo had already left the Quanzhen Sect by this time and gone to the Ancient Tomb Sect.

The reason he was making this trip was primarily to meet the otherworldly Little Dragon Girl and to learn the martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

The carriage traveled for several days, finally arriving at a small town at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain as dusk fell.

The town was built against the mountain, and at its entrance stood a large stone tablet inscribed with the words "Zhongnan Shortcut," exuding an aura of immortal grace.

The town was even livelier than Qinghe Town had been. Many martial artists were resting here, preparing to ascend the mountain the next day to visit the Quanzhen Sect or attend a nearby martial arts gathering.

The clamor from the taverns and rumors of chivalrous deeds on the streets were incessant.

Lin Xuan dismounted the carriage and habitually scanned his surroundings.

He turned to look at Shuang'er, his eyes holding a hint of contemplation.

"Shuang'er, the journey to Quanzhen Sect may present many inconveniences," Lin Xuan said gently. "The Quanzhen Sect is a place of Taoist cultivation with strict rules; it would be inconvenient for you to accompany me. You should stay at this inn and wait for me for a few days."

His tone carried an undeniable consideration, yet he presented the reason in a logical and reasonable manner.

Upon hearing this, a flicker of disappointment crossed Shuang'er's eyes. She had wanted to stay by Lin Xuan's side, never leaving his presence, even if it was just to wait quietly.

But she knew Lin Xuan had his reasons and naturally obeyed with gentle compliance.

She looked up, her eyes showing a trace of reluctance and worry, yet she still nodded understandingly, "Shuang'er will stay at the inn in this town and wait. When you have finished your business, Young Master, you will return to find Shuang'er within a few days. I wish you a safe journey, Young Master. Shuang'er will await your triumphant return here."

Seeing her so well-behaved and sensible, Lin Xuan's heart filled with even more affection. He gently stroked Shuang'er's cheek and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

Shuang'er's face instantly turned crimson, yet she broke into a happy smile.

She nodded heavily, watching as Lin Xuan, leading a black steed, gradually disappeared up the mountain path at the end of the town.

The next morning, as the sun rose, its golden rays cast a sacred hue over Zhongnan Mountain.

Lin Xuan, leading his horse alone, slowly ascended the rugged mountain path towards the gates of the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhongnan Mountain, majestic and vast, with peaks overlapping and clouds swirling, truly exuded an immortal aura, inspiring reverence.

On the mountain path, groups of three to five martial artists walked together, their conversations occasionally audible.

"Alas, the martial world has been quite turbulent lately. Although many of the Mongol Tartars have been subdued, their ambition knows no bounds and they refuse to give up," a burly man sighed.

"Isn't that the truth? But speaking of which, thankfully there's the 'Little Zhuge', Young Master Lin. Otherwise, Xiangyang City would be in peril, and our Song Dynasty people would likely suffer again!" another person chimed in, his tone filled with relief.

"Indeed! Young Master Lin is truly a master of strategy, with peerless martial arts! I heard that outside Xiangyang City, he annihilated three thousand Mongol cavalry in a single night. He's practically a legendary figure!" A young man's eyes sparkled with admiration, clearly idolizing Lin Xuan.

"More than legendary! Just a few days ago, weren't there some bandits in the mountain pass of Qinghe Town holding a woman hostage? Young Master Lin passed by alone on his horse, didn't even draw his sword, just said a few words, and those vicious criminals were so scared they wet themselves and turned themselves in to the authorities! Such bearing, such presence, who dares not obey? Even the officials are respectful to him, who in the martial world dares to defy him?" A middle-aged swordsman spoke with fervent admiration, unconsciously glancing forward as if expecting something.

All the way, Lin Xuan kept hearing people discuss his name, his stories, deifying him beyond measure.

His expression remained calm.

This was the "fame" he pursued. It had already paved the way wherever he went, saving him countless trivial troubles.

This reputation was more effective than any pass, more intimidating than any challenge. It could make petty villains retreat and dissolve overt obstacles into nothingness.

Upon reaching the mountain gate, two Quanzhen Sect disciples were on guard. They wore Taoist robes, their expressions solemn and meticulous.

Seeing Lin Xuan approach, one of the disciples stepped forward, cupped his hands, and asked, "Young Master, may I ask your purpose here?" His tone was polite, yet carried a hint of the Quanzhen Sect's unique arrogance.

Lin Xuan stopped, looked calmly at the disciple, and handed him a calling card personally written by Guo Jing.

As the calling card entered his hand, the disciple glanced at it casually. When his gaze fell upon the characters "Lin Xuan," he couldn't help but stiffen, his breath catching abruptly, his eyes instantly filled with shock and disbelief.

He suddenly looked up, scrutinizing the young gentleman before him.

He had indeed heard of the great name "Little Zhuge" Lin Xuan. The ripples this name had created in the martial world had even reached the secluded cultivation grounds of the Quanzhen Sect.

Disciples in the sect had been discussing this emerging young hero privately, comparing him to Great Hero Guo, with some even saying he surpassed his master.

However, rumors were rumors. Now, seeing the man himself, he realized that this Young Master Lin was even younger than the rumors suggested, and... more ethereal.

His composure, his demeanor with every gesture, was far beyond that of ordinary martial artists, and carried an inexplicable, powerful magnetism that made people instinctively feel awe.

"You... you are that... Lin, Young Master Lin? The one from Xiangyang City—the 'Little Zhuge' Lin Xuan?" The disciple's voice trembled slightly, his address becoming cautious, even repeating the name that echoed through the martial world with disbelief.

Lin Xuan merely smiled faintly, taking it as an acknowledgment, and said no more. His composed demeanor further startled the disciple.

Another disciple also came closer, his face equally filled with surprise and reverence. He immediately snatched the calling card and said excitedly, "Young Master Lin, please wait a moment! This humble one will go and inform the Sect Leader! Quickly! Hurry and report to the Sect Leader, Little Zhuge Lin Xuan has arrived at the mountain gate!"

With that, he hurried into the mountain gate, his steps so swift that he no longer resembled a secluded Taoist but rather a mortal who had received incredibly joyous news.

Chapter Five: Defeating Zhao Zhijing

Before long, Lin Xuan was led to the Taoist reception hall next to the main hall of Chongyang Palace.

The hall was simply yet solemnly decorated, filled with a rich Taoist atmosphere.

Two old Taoist priests in moon-white robes were already seated on meditation cushions.

One had an immortal air, with clear, sharp features – it was Wang Chuyi, "Jade Sun Zi."

The other had a square face and white hair, yet exuded a sharp aura – it was Qiu Chuji, "Evergreen Zi."

Below them sat several Quanzhen disciples, including Zhao Zhijing, with his sinister expression and narrow, sharp eyes.

The moment he saw Lin Xuan, a flicker of disdain and jealousy crossed his eyes – this kid, so young, yet possessing such fame in the world!

Lin Xuan stepped forward a few paces, cupped his fists, and bowed:

"Lin Xuan greets Daoist Priest Wang, Daoist Priest Qiu, and all the esteemed elders of Quanzhen."

His voice was clear and his posture upright.

"Young Master Lin, no need for such formalities." Wang Chuyi nodded, his tone gentle, though a subtle complexity flickered in his clear eyebrows. "Are Great Hero Guo and Sect Leader Huang well?"

"My Master and Master's Husband are both well, but they are day and night occupied with the defense of Xiangyang City, not daring to slacken in the slightest."

Lin Xuan replied, then subtly shifted his tone:

"This disciple comes on my Master's orders, truly for a family matter. My Master's Husband is deeply worried and ordered this disciple to come in person to inquire."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and continued:

"My Master's Husband and young brother Yang Guo are as father and son. Over the years, my Master's Husband has often thought of brother Yang Guo, worrying about him being alone and helpless."

"Now that the conflict in Xiangyang has temporarily subsided, my Master's Husband immediately ordered this disciple to come to the Quanzhen Sect to ask the Daoist priests about brother Yang Guo's recent situation."

Lin Xuan's words struck the hearts of the Quanzhen Sect like red-hot steel needles.

Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji both felt their faces burn.

Wang Chuyi's complexion turned slightly red. Being a straightforward man, he felt utterly ashamed hearing Lin Xuan's words.

Qiu Chuji snorted heavily, his tone stiff. "That boy Yang Guo, though talented, is unruly and stubborn, refusing to be taught. He has already left the Quanzhen Sect of his own accord! He went to the Ancient Tomb Sect behind us."

Although Qiu Chuji's words were harsh, they clearly carried a hint of guilt.

Lin Xuan chuckled inwardly upon hearing this. He already knew Yang Guo had gone to the Ancient Tomb Sect. But seeing these two True Masters of the Quanzhen Sect shamelessly blame Yang Guo's own issues, he decided to add a few sarcastic remarks.

A hint of perfectly timed regret and confusion flashed across his face. He nodded slightly and said softly, "So that's how it is. It seems young brother Yang Guo is simply not fortunate enough to receive the teachings of the great Quanzhen Sect. What a pity."

His tone shifted, and with a touch of worry, he added, "I just don't know, if he's a young man, and his temperament is as 'rebellious and unruly' as Daoist Qiu described, and your sect simply let him leave like this, wouldn't Master's Husband be even more worried if he knew?"

These two sentences were more cutting than the last. The first was regret, subtly mocking the Quanzhen Sect for being unworthy of its reputation, unable to even properly guide a young boy. The second was worry, directly pointing out their irresponsibility towards the son of a deceased friend, a failure of righteousness.

Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji's faces turned red, and for a moment, they didn't know how to refute him.

Upon hearing Lin Xuan's words, Zhao Zhijing's face turned ashen with anger. He was already jealous of Lin Xuan's reputation, and seeing him make his Master and senior uncle lose face with just a few words, he became furious.

"Young Master Lin! That brat Yang Guo is incorrigibly wicked, disrespects his elders, and repeatedly broke sect rules. Our Quanzhen Sect expelling him from our gates is merely cleaning house. What mistake have we made?"

He continued, his tone filled with contempt and provocation, "You, young Master Lin, have already achieved great merit in Xiangyang at such a young age, and your reputation is widespread. This humble Taoist admires you. However, today's matter is an internal affair of our Quanzhen Sect. You come here to demand an explanation, are you perhaps thinking that by relying on the prestige of Great Hero Guo, you can point fingers at our Quanzhen Sect?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall instantly froze.

Wang Chuyi and Qiu Chuji's expressions changed, and they were about to reprimand Zhao Zhijing for his rudeness.

However, Lin Xuan was not angry. His eyebrows didn't even twitch. He simply looked calmly at the furious Zhao Zhijing.

"May I ask which Daoist you are?"

"I am Zhao Zhijing, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect," Zhao Zhijing cupped his hands proudly.

Lin Xuan sighed inwardly, It really is you, trash like Zhao Zhijing.

He slowly let out a sigh, "Daoist Zhao, what you said is incorrect. Lin Xuan has come only to inquire about the well-being of our deceased friend's son on behalf of Master's Husband. This is only natural human concern, how can it be considered 'pointing fingers'? Or perhaps... in Daoist Zhao's view, the Quanzhen Sect cannot even tolerate a simple inquiry from an outsider? If that is truly the case, wouldn't it be a disgrace to the reputation of the great Quanzhen Sect?"

These words, though seemingly gentle, were even more cutting. They directly elevated Zhao Zhijing's personal provocation to an issue of the entire Quanzhen Sect's reputation and magnanimity.

"You... you're twisting words!" Zhao Zhijing was rendered speechless, his face turning the color of pig liver.

"Well said! Matters of the martial world are ultimately settled by skill of hand!" Zhao Zhijing half-drew his long sword with a clang, the tip pointing directly at Lin Xuan. "Since you are a favored disciple of Great Hero Guo and his wife, your martial arts must be extraordinary. This humble Taoist is untalented but wishes to exchange pointers! If you can defeat my sword, our entire Quanzhen Sect will accept your judgment! If you dare not, then put away that hypocritical face of yours and quickly descend the mountain!"