Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

He spoke of the water towns of Suzhou and Hangzhou, of painted boats gliding on the waves, of singing orioles and dancing swallows, and the enchanting scenery by the Qinhuai River. Yang Guo listened, his heart filled with longing, as if he could already smell the perfume on the Qinhuai River.

He also spoke of the lone smoke in the vast desert, the setting sun over the long river, and how men of the Northwest ate meat with gusto and drank wine from large bowls, living lives of swift justice and vengeance. That unrestrained freedom particularly struck a chord deep within Yang Guo's heart.

"Brother Lin..."

This day, Yang Guo had once again finished listening to Lin Xuan's story. A barely concealed longing flickered in his bright eyes.

"Is the outside world... so exciting?"

Lin Xuan looked at his yearning expression, a slight smile playing on his lips, knowing that Yang Guo wanted to leave.

He smiled gently, a hint of playful wisdom from an experienced traveler in his smile. "Exciting? Heh, Brother Yang, the martial world is always a hundred, a thousand times more exciting than anything I can describe."

He stood up and walked to Yang Guo's side. He placed a thick, broad hand heavily on his shoulder, his tone becoming earnest and profound.

"Brother Yang, a true man sets his sights on all directions. Though this Ancient Tomb is good, providing shelter and ensuring you have food and clothing, it is ultimately just a comfortable nest. When a fledgling eagle grows, it must eventually leave the nest."

"The martial world is dangerous, filled with flashing blades. But it is another way of life, a truly magnificent, surging way of life for a man!"

These words struck Yang Guo's heart like heavy hammers, shattering his last vestiges of hesitation.

"Brother Lin, I..." Yang Guo suddenly sprang up from the stone stool, his face filled with excitement and resolve. His voice trembled slightly from the intensity of his emotions. "I want to go out! I want to see the world! I want to venture into the martial world!"

"Good!" Lin Xuan clapped his hands in praise, his eyes full of undisguised admiration. "This is the ambition a true man should have!"

He changed the subject, as if he had anticipated this moment. He took out a heavy money pouch from his bosom and thrust it into Yang Guo's hand without a word.

"The martial world is perilous, and you are alone. You cannot do without money. Here is some silver. Take it and don't make yourself suffer on the road. If you truly encounter any insurmountable obstacle, come find me."

Yang Guo clutched the heavy money pouch, its weight sending a tremor through his heart.

He had been an orphan since childhood, enduring countless cold glances and bullying. He had never received such sincere care and generous support.

For a moment, an ineffable warmth surged from the depths of his heart, rushing to his eyes, making them feel hot.

"Brother Lin, this great kindness..."

"We are brothers, there's no need for such formality," Lin Xuan waved his hand, interrupting him, and said in an irrefutable tone, "A man of purpose does not dawdle. Go quickly and bid farewell to your aunt."

Yang Guo nodded heavily, his heart filled with heroic spirit, no longer harboring any hesitation.

When he found Little Dragon Girl and expressed his desire to leave, the woman, clad in snow-white robes, simply looked at him.

Her eyes, so pure and detached they seemed otherworldly, showed no surprise, no reluctance. They remained as calm as a pool of ice that had never melted in a thousand years.

It was her nature. Perhaps in her world, which was almost cut off from the rest of humanity, comings and goings were as ordinary as flowers blooming and falling.

Grandma Sun had died, and she would be sad, but life had to go on.

Yang Guo had come, and she taught him martial arts.

Now that he wanted to leave, she naturally would not try to keep him.

"Have you made up your mind?" she asked, her voice ethereal and faint.

"Yes! Aunt, I want to see the outside world!" Yang Guo replied, his tone firmer than ever.

"Then go," Little Dragon Girl nodded her head lightly.

There were no extra words of persuasion, no lingering words of concern, as simple as sending a neighbor out to buy groceries.

Although a trace of disappointment inevitably crossed Yang Guo's heart, it was quickly overwhelmed by the immense excitement of venturing into the martial world.

He bowed respectfully to Little Dragon Girl three times, repaying her for teaching him and sheltering him during this time.

Then, shouldering his small travel bag containing only a few changes of clothes, he turned and, without looking back, happily rushed towards the passage leading to the outside world.

Watching Yang Guo's joyful figure disappear at the end of the passage, Lin Xuan's lips curved into a smile of successful scheming.

Very good.

Now, in this deep and secluded Ancient Tomb, only he, Little Dragon Girl, and Li Mochou remained.

In the vast stone chamber, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Apart from the occasional crackling sound of burning candles and the faint rustling of Lin Xuan turning the pages of a book, there was nothing else.

Lin Xuan sat calmly at the stone table, using the dim candlelight to meticulously study a classic text taken from the Ancient Tomb Sect's bookshelf.

And behind him, Crimson Fairy Li Mochou stood respectfully.

She was still wearing her iconic apricot-yellow Daoist robe.

However, the loose fabric could not conceal her mature, exquisitely alluring figure, which exuded a fatal temptation from every inch.

Her slender waist, which could be held in one hand, and her perky, full, astonishingly curved hips outlined a breathtakingly perfect silhouette. Any man who saw it would have a dry mouth and feel the most primal urges.

Especially the pair of proud snow peaks in front of her chest, which were a rare masterpiece.

Even under the restraint of the layers of Daoist robes, they remained high and firm, stretching the front of her robe into a blood-pounding, full curve, as if those ripe jade rabbits were about to break free from all restraints at any moment and leap out, shocking the eyes of the world.

She lowered her head slightly, her lustrous black hair tied up in a Daoist bun, revealing a section of her fair, slender, jade-like neck. Her face, once cold and proud, looking down on all beings, was now blank, showing no hint of emotion.

But Lin Xuan, as the instigator, could clearly feel the turbulent volcano suppressed beneath her calm, watery exterior.

It was fear, humiliation, and... the pathological craving, forcibly planted by him using the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, that made her burn with shame and anger.

"Come here."

Lin Xuan's voice was not loud, even a little lazy, yet it carried an irresistible command.

Li Mochou's curvaceous, delicate body trembled violently, though the movement was almost imperceptible.

But she didn't hesitate in the slightest, not daring to delay even for a moment. With a light step, she moved like a beautiful puppet controlled by strings, obediently walking in front of Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan didn't even look up at her, his gaze still firmly fixed on the yellowed scroll.

He simply reached out and pointed to his shoulder with his finger.

"Give me a massage."

Li Mochou bit her delicate, ruby-red lower lip so hard she almost drew blood.

A flash of intense humiliation, thick and unyielding, quickly crossed her incomparably cold and stunning face.

But, the situation was stronger than her.

The look of humiliation flashed by and was forcefully suppressed.

Finally, she resigned herself to fate and extended her slender, jade-like hands. With a barely perceptible tremor, they gently landed on Lin Xuan's broad shoulders.

Her fingertips were warm and soft.

The pressure was perfectly controlled, neither too light nor too heavy, accurately pressing on every stiff acupoint and muscle that had become tense from sitting for so long.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes comfortably, enjoying the service from the demoness.

A flame quietly ignited in his lower abdomen, burning brighter and hotter.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing within them!

He grabbed the soft hand that was gently kneading his shoulder and, with a slight exertion of his arm, pulled!

"Ah!"

Li Mochou felt a tremendous force pull her, her balance instantly thrown off. With a short gasp, she fell uncontrollably.

She landed directly on Lin Xuan's lap.

Her full, plump, and incredibly bouncy buttocks, through two layers of fabric, fit snugly, hotly, against his iron-hard thighs.

The position was extremely intimate and incredibly shameful!

"You... what do you want to do?"

Li Mochou was both shocked and terrified, her voice trembling. Her body instantly stiffened like stone, like a startled rabbit, not daring to move at all.

Lin Xuan didn't answer. He simply reached out with his other free hand, with an undeniable invasiveness, and gently, yet precisely, brushed against the softness beneath her wide daoist robe.

"Mmm!"

Li Mochou's delicate body trembled as if struck by lightning, emitting a suppressed groan of pain and fear from her throat.

The sensation through the thin silk was softer, warmer, fuller, and more elastic than Lin Xuan had imagined!

Lin Xuan's palm moved as if carving the finest mutton-fat jade, shaping it into his most desired form.

"Let... let go of me..."

Li Mochou's resistance was so weak it was almost inaudible. Her tearful plea sounded to Lin Xuan like a coy refusal, a playful tease.

Her body had already been trained by Lin Xuan's incredibly domineering Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique to be extremely sensitive.

Now, being so directly violated in her most private and proud place, that familiar tingling and heat, which she both loved and hated, surged like a bursting dam, instantly shattering all her rational defenses and drowning her completely.

"Let you go?"

Lin Xuan whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning her earlobe, making her entire body tremble.

"Don't you want the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra? If you want it, you need to show your sincerity."

"I..."

Li Mochou's breathing became rapid. Her cold and stunning face was already flushed red, as if it could drip blood.

Lin Xuan's hand suddenly increased its pressure. His fingertips ground against the softness of her chest.

"Nnnh..."

Li Mochou could no longer suppress it, a seductive moan that made her blush crimson, escaping her throat.

Lin Xuan leaned down and said:

"Now, make me comfortable with your..."

These words struck Li Mochou's mind like a thunderclap from the heavens!

Her body instantly stiffened like stone.

Her beautiful eyes, which had become misty with arousal, suddenly widened, filled with disbelief, confusion, and... extreme shame!

What... what did that mean?

She didn't understand at all!

"What? You don't understand?"

Lin Xuan's voice suddenly took on a rough, impatient tone.

"Mmm... I... I don't understand..."

Li Mochou's voice was thick with tears, like a helpless child, shaking her head in despair.

"It's okay if you don't understand."

This pure and ignorant look was exactly what Lin Xuan wanted.

He didn't use words anymore.

This time, he decided to use actions, beginning his "teaching" hand in hand.

He first roughly turned Li Mochou's body around, making her face him, straddling his lap in an even more shameful position. His hands went to the front of her robes, and with a simple, rough tug, the wide Daoist robe instantly loosened, revealing the pair of full, snow-white jade rabbits, barely contained by the water-red embroidered bellyband, almost bursting from the fabric. They were fully exposed in the dim candlelight.

Next, he unfastened his own robes. And something on his body, boiling and eager to open, also announced its powerful presence with scalding heat.

"Try it,"

Lin Xuan said.

Li Mochou looked at the object symbolizing absolute power before her, her pretty face instantly drained of color in fear. Her body uncontrollably recoiled.

"No... don't..."

Lin Xuan let out a cold snort. He guided her pair of full, perky snow peaks to press tightly against the scorching, hard presence beneath him.

"Ah--!"

Li Mochou let out a cry of shame and indignation. An unprecedented, extreme sense of shame, mixed with an indescribable feeling like a mountain flood or tidal wave, instantly swept over her entire body!

Her body trembled violently and uncontrollably.

Lin Xuan, however, didn't give her any time to adapt. He grabbed her slender, fair arms and began to guide, or rather, control her body, in this scorching invasion, moving up and down slowly, intimately.

Each squeeze and friction was accompanied by her uncontrollable, broken moans, laced with despairing sobs.

She felt her sanity crumbling inch by inch under this torturous motion.