Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

Yang Guo's movements stopped abruptly upon hearing this, a lump forming in his chest, his face full of defiance.

He was naturally stubborn, having grown up being looked down upon, and he never bowed to anyone in his heart.

He raised an eyebrow and stiffened his neck, "My palm technique was personally taught by my aunt, and it's incredibly powerful! One strike can leave an imprint even on stone, so how can it be wrong?"

Although he deeply admired Lin Xuan's martial arts in his heart, the young man was unwilling to admit defeat with his words.

Lin Xuan saw his bristling demeanor and didn't get angry, he just smiled. Arguing with a kid was pointless; direct action was most effective.

He walked over slowly, bent down, and picked up a pebble the size of a fingernail from the ground. Holding it between two fingers, he said to Yang Guo:

"Watch closely."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

"Whoosh!" A soft sound.

The pebble didn't fly fast, it even seemed a bit leisurely, but to Yang Guo, it was terrifyingly strange.

The pebble traced an arc in the air, as if pulled by an invisible hand, carrying a spiraling force. It curved slightly and landed precisely on the stone wall Yang Guo had just struck.

"Crack!" A crisp sound.

The stone wall, which was hard enough to withstand Yang Guo's full-force palm strike, actually had a round hole about the depth of a knuckle drilled into it by this tiny pebble!

The hole was perfectly round, with no cracks around the edges, as if it had been made by an electric drill.

Yang Guo's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

He rubbed his eyes, leaned closer, and poked the hole with his finger. The cold, smooth sensation on his fingertip made his heart skip a beat, stirring up a tempest within him.

His palm strike earlier had used all his strength, yet it had only left a faint, blurry mark on the wall, a result of brute force.

But Lin Xuan's casual flick had condensed his strength into a needle!

This penetration, this destructive power, was simply on another level.

One was a heavy hammer, the other a sharp steel needle. The difference was clear.

"See?" Lin Xuan's gentle voice sounded from behind him. "Practicing martial arts isn't about how much strength you have, but whether you're using your strength in the right place, and if it's 'pure' enough."

He walked to Yang Guo's side and patted his shoulder:

"Your palm strike looked fierce, but seven-tenths of your strength dissipated halfway. If you could condense all ten-tenths of your strength into one strand and strike at a single point, guess how many times more powerful it would be?"

These few words struck Yang Guo's heart like lightning, shattering the fog in his mind.

He turned around abruptly, all his previous arrogance gone. "Brother Lin, then... how can I 'condense my strength into one strand'?"

Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction at his eagerness to learn, but instead of teaching him directly, he posed a riddle.

"This can't be rushed. You're still young and inexperienced, and your understanding of martial arts is still stuck on fighting and killing. Come, let me first tell you what the world outside the Ancient Tomb is truly like..."

He pulled Yang Guo to sit on a stone bench and began to tell him about the outside world.

He spoke of the Northern Beggar's Sect leader, Qiao Feng, whose Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms could make even gods and demons retreat. He was heroic and righteous, and everyone in the martial arts world respected him as "Sect Leader Qiao!"

He spoke of Zhang Sanfeng, True Master Zhang of Mount Wudang, who was over a hundred years old, possessed peerless martial arts, and hadn't left Mount Wudang for years, yet the entire martial arts world revered him as a living immortal.

Lin Xuan's eloquence was superb, painting vivid pictures of the martial arts world.

Yang Guo, the inexperienced youth, listened with a boiling heart, his excitement palpable.

He wished he could rush out of this wretched tomb right now and see the world Lin Xuan described with his own eyes!

Within a few days, the two became sworn brothers, as close as one person.

As for Little Dragon Girl, Lin Xuan had his own methods.

He knew that for a girl detached from worldly affairs like her, any flowery words were blasphemy and would only make her dislike him.

He never disturbed her training, nor did he show off in front of her.

He simply calculated the time she practiced the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra each day, found a clean stone not far from her cold jade bed, sat down, closed his eyes, and quietly regulated his breathing.

At first, Little Dragon Girl treated him as if he were invisible. Her world consisted only of her Master's teachings and her training.

But as time went on, she slowly noticed something strange.

Whenever this man sat nearby, the bone-chilling cold that made her feel uncomfortable even in her sleep seemed to lessen.

A trace of warmth, unlike anything she had ever felt before, would arise within her normally icy body, like the gentlest sunlight on a winter day. It was incredibly comfortable, and even the circulation of her internal energy became smoother.

This was, of course, intentional on Lin Xuan's part.

The Pure Yang True Qi within him, cultivated through his Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, was like a ball of fire in the darkness to Little Dragon Girl, who slept on the cold jade bed year-round. It held an instinctive attraction for her.

"Miss Long."

One day, as Little Dragon Girl got up from the cold jade bed, Lin Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and called out to her.

Little Dragon Girl turned her head at the sound.

She was dressed in a plain white dress, unstained by any dust, making her skin appear fairer than snow, delicate and flawless.

Her figure was graceful, her curves exquisite, her slender waist cinched by a simple white cloth belt, making it seem impossibly delicate. Below that, a soft and beautiful curve flowed downwards.

However, her cool and ethereal demeanor completely veiled this feminine softness, making her appear like a beautiful ice sculpture, sacred and inviolable, meant only to be admired from afar.

Her pair of clear, cold eyes, undisturbed by any ripples, like two obsidian stones soaked in a frigid pool, finally looked at him formally for the first time, with a hint of scrutiny.

Lin Xuan met her gaze and slowly began, "The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect are exquisite, especially the sword techniques, they are the finest in the world. But in my opinion, it seems... something is still missing."

"Missing what?"

Little Dragon Girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, like jade beads falling onto an ice plate, but cold. She was extremely proud of her sect's martial arts and would not allow anyone to criticize them.

Lin Xuan ignored her coldness and continued, "The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect, every move and every stance, are designed to counter the Quanzhen Sect. Therefore, the techniques always carry a sense of resentment. This 'resentment' is the root of this martial art, but it has also become its biggest cage."

He watched Little Dragon Girl's subtly changing expression, his voice deepening:

"The path of martial arts is about practicing moves, but it is fulfilled by the intent behind them. If a martial art is rooted in nothing more than spite, its achievements will ultimately be limited, and those who practice it will never reach the highest realm. Miss Dragon, what do you think?"

These words struck Little Dragon Girl's heart like a hammer.

She had practiced martial arts since she was young. Her Master taught her a move, and she practiced it. She had never considered that there were so many layers behind the techniques. Lin Xuan's words had cast a huge stone into the calm lake of her heart.

She looked at Lin Xuan, seriously appraising this man. He was not only skilled in martial arts but also possessed such profound insights into them.

From that day on, Lin Xuan would occasionally chat with Little Dragon Girl about martial arts. He never gave direct instruction, just posed questions like a friend.

"For the 'Heavenly Net Formation', what do you do if you encounter a brute ten times stronger than you?"

These questions opened a new door for Little Dragon Girl. She began to re-examine the martial arts she had practiced for over a decade.

Although her clear, cold eyes still showed little emotion, beneath that icy lake, a hint of trust and curiosity, which she herself hadn't noticed, had quietly emerged.

This man seemed... different from the "men outside" her Master had spoken of.

Lin Xuan's methods against Li Mochou were much more direct.

Every one or two days, he would call Li Mochou alone into a separate stone chamber.

"Turn around, lie down."

The tone was commanding, devoid of any emotion.

Li Mochou's body would stiffen uncontrollably, and extreme humiliation and resistance flashed across her cold, beautiful face.

She was a notorious female demon, when had she ever been treated like this?

Yet, beneath this humiliation, there was also a trace of morbid anticipation that frightened even herself.

She slowly turned around, biting her full lower lip, and obeyed, bending over to lie on the cold stone couch.

This posture made her apricot-yellow Taoist robe unable to conceal her full, voluptuous curves, which were exposed to him without any defense.

The robe stretched taut, outlining her full, high buttocks and long, slender thighs, exuding the breathtaking charm unique to a mature woman.

Without any warning, the crisp sound of slaps echoed abruptly in the quiet stone chamber, one after another.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

These were no ordinary slaps. With each impact, a strange and domineering internal force—the true energy of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique—infiltrated her body like a maggot, piercing her to the bone.

It was not pure pain, but a storm mixed with extreme humiliation and bizarre pleasure.

The internal force rampaged within her, sometimes like needle pricks, sometimes like electric shocks, making her tremble all over and lose her senses.

A tingling current surged from her tailbone to the crown of her head, causing her limbs to go weak and her sanity to crumble inch by inch.

It was a feeling of wanting to live and yet wanting to die.

She could only bite her lip hard, swallowing the moans and sobs that threatened to break through her throat as she struggled to maintain the final shred of dignity belonging to the Crimson Fairy.

But her body betrayed her, her skin flushing a seductive pink, her breathing becoming rapid and hot.

Just as she felt she was about to be completely swallowed by this wave and sink into oblivion, the violent slapping stopped.

It was replaced by a warm palm, pressing gently against her slightly hot, still trembling skin through her clothes.

A pure and warm internal force was slowly injected, gently nourishing her recently impacted meridians and body, smoothing away all pain, leaving only an unprecedented sense of peace and comfort.

This drastic contrast, from hell to heaven, was driving her mad.

Just as her mind was in the greatest turmoil, Lin Xuan's calm voice sounded behind her, like a devil in control of everything.

"Your martial arts are too scattered. They look flashy but are unstable at the root, with too much killing intent. You cannot achieve greatness."

Li Mochou's heart trembled. She knew he was telling the truth.

"Don't you want the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra?"

Jade Maiden Heart Sutra!

These four words struck Li Mochou's mind like lightning! This was something she had dreamed of since betraying her sect!

"You... what do you mean?"

She abruptly sat up, not caring that her clothes were disheveled, her slightly damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her beautiful eyes stared intently at Lin Xuan, her voice trembling with excitement.

Lin Xuan looked at her dazzlingly beautiful and alluring appearance, a smile of complete control curving his lips.

"The meaning is very simple," he said calmly. "As long as you are obedient and honestly do as I say, you will get the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra."

He watched the ecstatic light burst into Li Mochou's eyes and added:

"Of course, it depends on your performance."

He offered her a temptation she couldn't refuse, then tightly clutched the key to fulfilling that temptation in his own hand.

Li Mochou's heart was utterly in turmoil.

She looked at the unfathomable man before her. Her hatred, killing intent, and pride were as fragile as paper in the face of the ultimate physical experience and the allure of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

She knew she had no choice.

During his days in the Ancient Tomb, Lin Xuan hadn't forgotten Shuang'er down the mountain.

He wrote a letter.

In it, he said he had met an old acquaintance on Zhongnan Mountain and had some matters to attend to, which would delay him for a while. He told Shuang'er to live comfortably in the town below the mountain and not to worry about him.

After finishing the letter, he found a woodcutter auntie, gave her some silver, and asked her to deliver the letter to the town.

Chapter 10: Chest Pounding

The days in the Ancient Tomb were very boring.

For Yang Guo, this place was difficult to endure.

There were no seasons here, only eternal cold; no clamor, only the echo of his own footsteps in the corridors.

Lin Xuan's appearance made the flame of his longing for freedom flare up once more with a "whoosh."

These past few days, whenever Yang Guo had free time, he would pester Lin Xuan, listening to him talk about the outside world.

Lin Xuan had too many stories, seemingly endless.

He spoke of how Guo Jing, on the walls of Xiangyang City, had stood at the forefront, braving the arrows of the Mongols, killing them until the Tartars were terrified and fled, a heroic spirit that made Yang Guo's blood boil.