Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

His character's depravity was evident. Selling out his country for personal gain probably wasn't a big deal to him; as long as he could achieve his goals, he had no bottom line.

Lin Xuan had originally planned to stay in Zhongnan Mountain for a while longer before heading to the Ancient Tomb Sect to see Yang Guo and Little Dragon Girl.

Now, a secret letter from Qiao Feng had shifted the main quest from Murong Fu, who was far away in Jiangnan, back to the nearby Zhongnan Mountain and the Quanzhen Sect. This undoubtedly saved him a great deal of time and effort, sparing him the hardship of traveling back and forth—it was a godsend.

Moreover, he had thoroughly humiliated Zhao Zhijing at the Quanzhen Sect's training grounds last time. On that day, Lin Xuan had crushed Zhao Zhijing with absolute strength, leaving him utterly disgraced and shamed in front of everyone.

Zhao Zhijing, already narrow-minded and vengeful, must have hated Lin Xuan to the bone for such humiliation. He was probably plotting his revenge in secret right now.

Lin Xuan recalled Zhao Zhijing's face contorted in anger and sneered inwardly. He knew that Zhao Zhijing would do anything for power and status; betraying friends and colluding with foreign enemies were commonplace for him.

This time, he could use this opportunity to completely eliminate this scoundrel from the martial arts world.

"Looks like I have to go to the Quanzhen Sect again," Lin Xuan murmured to himself.

Chapter Seven: Whipping Li Mochou

Lin Xuan ascended Zhongnan Mountain once more, slowly making his way up the winding, secluded mountain path.

Following a hidden trail covered in fallen leaves, Lin Xuan's figure gradually penetrated the depths of the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

Ancient trees towered here, their massive canopies blocking out the sky and casting fragmented sunlight. Thick vines coiled around the tree trunks like giant pythons, and the air was filled with a damp, decaying scent of vegetation, adding a touch of coldness and stillness to the forest.

With his keen senses far surpassing those of ordinary people, and using the unpredictable, superior Qinggong from the Nine Yin Manual, he moved like a weightless wisp of smoke.

About half an hour later, a dense, impenetrable bamboo forest appeared before him.

The emerald bamboo sea swayed in the wind, rustling softly. The dancing bamboo shadows enveloped a small clearing in ever-changing patterns of light and shadow.

Lin Xuan's footsteps halted.

After searching for many days, he had a rough idea that the entrance to the Ancient Tomb Sect should be somewhere nearby.

However, just as one of his feet was about to step into the clearing.

An extremely sharp and bone-chilling aura, like a Siberian cold current, swept through the entire space without warning!

This aura was not pure killing intent, but carried a sense of aloofness and finality that kept people at a distance.

Even stranger, amidst this icy killing intent, there was a faint, elusive sweetness mixed with the scent of rouge.

This fragrance was like the red plum blossom blooming in winter—cold and beautiful, yet carrying a fatal allure.

Lin Xuan's heart tightened, and he immediately stopped.

"Sneaking around, get out!"

A clear, crisp shout, like ice beads falling on a jade plate, was pleasant to the ear but contained undisguised ferocity and coldness.

As the voice faded, a stunningly beautiful figure clad in an apricot-yellow Daoist robe emerged slowly from the depths of the bamboo forest, like a fairy descending with the moon, or a phantom come to claim a life.

A smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face.

The woman before him was beautiful.

Her hair was piled high, with a few strands of dark silk playfully falling by her temples, adding a touch of lazy charm.

Her skin was as fair as snow, so delicate it seemed like it could be squeezed to produce water, emitting a soft glow in the dim forest.

Her beauty was cold and peerless; her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, her nose perfectly sculpted, and her lips as if painted with vermilion. It was a face that could drive any man mad, but at this moment, her eyes, which should have been as clear as autumn water, were filled with icy killing intent and undisguised disgust.

In her hand, she held a horsetail whisk. The strands of the whisk were as white as snow, trembling gently in the breeze, as if they could transform into thousands of deadly swords at any moment.

Her figure was exceptionally tall, slender, and graceful. Though the apricot-yellow Daoist robe was loose, it could not conceal her curvaceous, alluring, and astonishing figure.

Especially the pair of full, high breasts on her chest, which, with her chest's several deep breaths, outlined breathtaking curves beneath the robe, like ripe peaches ready to burst, so full they made one's blood surge.

Her slender, waist-cinching waist was tied with a black leather belt, further accentuating her slim physique and exuding an astonishing sense of strength and flexibility.

Below her waist, her shapely, rounded hips outlined a perfect curve, extending to a pair of long, straight legs, hidden by the robe but still imaginable.

The back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, apricot-yellow Daoist robe, holding a horsetail whisk, such exquisite beauty, such formidable martial arts, and this undisguised, bone-deep hatred for men...

The answer was obvious.

The Crimson Fairy, Li Mochou!

It was indeed her!

As Lin Xuan appraised her, Li Mochou's icy eyes were also locked onto him.

She did not recognize the man before her, nor did she care who he was.

She simply found him displeasing, an innate, deep-seated disgust.

Especially his handsome appearance, his calm demeanor, and those profound eyes that seemed to see through people—all reminded her of the man who had caused her lifelong regret, turning love into hatred.

What she hated most were these "good men" who appeared righteous but were actually masters of manipulating people's hearts!

"What are you looking at?!"

Li Mochou snapped, her tone sharp and harsh.

"Those eyes of yours are disgusting! Look any longer, and do you believe I won't dig them out for you!"

Hearing this, Lin Xuan did not get angry. Instead, the corners of his mouth curved upwards into a playful smile.

"Fairy, with such beauty, if one is not allowed to look, wouldn't it be like traveling at night in fine clothes, a waste of heaven's intentions?"

His voice was gentle and magnetic, yet carried a hint of playful teasing.

"You smooth-talker! You're asking for death!"

Li Mochou hated it most when men flirted with her, and Lin Xuan's words instantly ignited the powder keg in her heart.

Before she could finish speaking, her killing intent had already arrived!

The whisk in her hand flashed out like lightning!

With a soft "swish," the countless silver threads on the whisk, infused with her internal energy, instantly straightened. They were like a sky full of deadly silver needles, tearing through the air with a sharp, fierce wind, instantly covering all of Lin Xuan's vital points!

These whisk threads were as fine as a single strand of hair, yet they contained her cold internal energy cultivated over many years. They were capable of cutting metal and shattering stone. Once entangled, a mortal body would be instantly sliced into pieces. It was truly impossible to defend against.

Lin Xuan looked at Li Mochou, who had attacked him without a word of disagreement, his heart was calm.

As expected, she's spicy, arrogant, and unreasonable.

He wasn't flustered in the slightest. His expression was as calm as an ancient well, and his eyes even held a faint hint of amusement, like a hunter spotting prey.

He didn't draw his sword immediately, nor did he choose to meet the whisk threads, which formed a net of heaven and earth, head-on.

Just as the countless silver threads were about to reach him, his body flickered almost imperceptibly. He lightly tapped the ground covered in fallen leaves with his feet.

Beneath his feet, he was treading the most profound technique from the Nine Yin Manual: "Serpent's Crawl, Leopard's Pounce."

His entire being became like a fish swimming into the air, or a featherless leaf, slipping backward by more than half a zhang at an angle that would be absolutely impossible for a mortal to perceive.

The entire process was fluid and elegant, avoiding Li Mochou's swift and thunderous fatal blow completely unscathed.

"Hmm?"

Li Mochou's attack missed. A flicker of undisguised surprise finally flashed in her icy phoenix eyes.

She had initially thought this pretty boy was just a pretty face with no substance, a mere decorative pillow. How could she have imagined he could evade her killing move so effortlessly and calmly?

This footwork, this composure, was rare even among first-rate masters who had been famous in the martial world for a long time.

"Fairy, why the great anger?"

After evading the attack, Lin Xuan didn't counterattack immediately. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, his tone still calm and teasing.

"Someone as beautiful as a celestial being like you shouldn't be constantly fighting and frowning. It will make you age very quickly."

"Shut up! You scoundrel, I will surely make you die without a burial place today!"

Li Mochou was enraged by Lin Xuan's words, her killing intent surging, almost condensing into a tangible form!

"Buzz!"

Her figure moved like lightning, leaving an afterimage in her original spot. The whisk in her hand swung out again, this time even more vicious and resolute than before!

The countless silver threads transformed into myriad white phantoms in the air, like a swarm of white venomous snakes dancing in the sky. They carried an icy, bone-chilling wind, lunging directly at Lin Xuan's major acupoints!

The whisk threads intertwined, their reality and illusion indistinguishable. They were sometimes like knives, sometimes like chains, sealing off all of Lin Xuan's escape routes.

This time, Lin Xuan didn't dodge.

Just as the myriad whisk threads were about to entangle his arms, his right hand shot out like lightning.

His fingers were long and strong, like hooks. With an exquisite and inconceivable finger technique, he accurately grasped a certain point on the main rod of the whisk amidst the countless phantoms.

He didn't use brute force to snatch it directly. Instead, the tips of his fingers vibrated almost imperceptibly.

"Buzz—"

A pure, powerful yang internal energy surged like a breaching river, entering through his fingertips and directly into the whisk, attempting to disrupt Li Mochou's internal energy flow with absolute power.

Li Mochou felt an irresistible, terrifying force coming from the whisk. The yang internal energy was incredibly domineering, instantly scattering her own yin-cold true qi, causing her internal energy to flow backward. Her tiger's mouth felt a tearing pain!

She was greatly shocked!

How could this young man's internal energy be so profound, so domineering?!

She quickly changed her move, her wrist twisting sharply as she yanked the whisk, trying to use a clever force to shake Lin Xuan off.

However, once Lin Xuan grabbed the whisk, he was like a persistent bone-burrowing maggot, showing no intention of letting go.

His footwork changed again, shifting east and west, his body like a shadow, sticking tightly to Li Mochou in an almost humiliating manner.

He brought the extreme control over his body from the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique to its peak. Every movement, every breath, was precise to the millimeter, as if he had completely controlled the surrounding aura.

The whisk was Li Mochou's most commonly used weapon. Now that it was firmly held by Lin Xuan, she was like a trapped beast with its limbs bound. A large portion of her exquisite martial arts skills could not be utilized.

Helpless, she could only be forced into a perilous close-quarters combat with Lin Xuan, fighting with palm strikes.

"Die!"

Li Mochou's left palm suddenly struck out, her palm wind whistling, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, heading straight for Lin Xuan's chest.

Within the palm wind, a faint, sweet, peculiar fragrance could be sensed, clearly containing the potent poison from her famous skill, the "Ice Soul Silver Needle."

Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He didn't choose to block it head-on. Instead, his body shifted sideways by an extremely small margin, narrowly avoiding the poisonous palm wind by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, the five fingers of his right hand, which were holding the whisk, changed instantly. With lightning speed, he lightly and skillfully tapped an acupoint on the inner side of Li Mochou's fair, jade-like palm.

"Hiss..."

Li Mochou only felt a sudden numbness in her palm, a strange, electric-like tingling sensation that instantly spread through her entire arm, causing the palm force she had gathered to dissipate abruptly.

She was greatly alarmed. How could this brat be so proficient in human acupoints?! This was definitely not Quanzhen Sect martial arts!

Lin Xuan pressed his advantage, not giving her any respite.

His left hand followed, like a spirit snake emerging from its hole, and lightning-fast, it grasped Li Mochou's slender, snow-white wrist.

He didn't use any brute force. Instead, he utilized Li Mochou's unstable center of gravity and, following her forward momentum, skillfully twisted and pulled her wrist!

"Ah!"

Li Mochou cried out, feeling a piercing pain in her arm as if it were about to break. She could no longer maintain her balance and involuntarily stumbled to the side.

Lin Xuan's figure followed like a shadow, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

His left hand transformed into a blade, carrying a sharp whistling sound, and accurately struck the vital acupoint behind Li Mochou's fair, slender neck.

That spot was where the soul returned to its root; being struck there would result in at least unconsciousness, and at worst, death.

Li Mochou, after all, was a top-tier martial artist who had been famous for many years. At the brink of death, she let out a sharp, piercing cry. The true qi within her erupted instantly, forcing her body to twist around, narrowly avoiding Lin Xuan's potentially fatal strike.

However, while she avoided the vital point on her neck, she couldn't entirely evade all of his attack.

Lin Xuan's palm blade, carrying a trace of pure Yang internal energy, struck at a tricky angle, precisely and heavily, landing on her firm, round, and astonishingly elastic buttocks!

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud sound, even carrying a hint of ambiguity, echoed exceptionally clearly in the silent bamboo forest.

Li Mochou's delicate body jolted violently. The sound seemed to shake loose a few bamboo leaves from the surrounding trees.

An intense, burning pain exploded from her buttocks, spreading through her limbs like an electric current.

What made her even more furious and ashamed was that the domineering palm force seemed to carry a strange, itchy sensation, causing an indescribable numbness to surge uncontrollably from deep within her body. It was both painful and humiliating, driving her almost to madness.

She stumbled, no longer able to stand, and pitched forward.