Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

Only by doing this, smelling the faint scent of him lingering on her clothes, could she slightly ease the longing that grew like wild grass in her heart.

She had grown a little thinner, her already delicate chin appearing even sharper. Her eyes, which were naturally clear and bright, were now tinged with a faint melancholy from her endless yearning, making her entire being appear even more pitiable.

When will master return?

"Creak..."

Just as she was lost in thought, the sound of the door being gently pushed open was exceptionally clear in the silent night.

Shuang'er's head shot up like a startled fawn.

As her gaze passed through the flickering candlelight and landed on the familiar figure standing against the light at the doorway, a figure etched into her very bones, her entire body froze.

The needlework in her hands slipped from her grasp with a soft "pat," falling to the floor.

Overwhelming joy and disbelief surged through her like a mountain flood, instantly washing away all her defenses.

A layer of crystalline mist welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Mas... Master?"

Her voice trembled, thick with emotion, filled with the accumulated grievances of too long a separation and the ecstasy of finding him again.

Lin Xuan looked at her pitiful, almost tearful expression, his heart aching. Without a word, he slowly opened his arms to her.

The next second, a petite, soft figure, carrying a unique fragrance of youth, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, threw herself into his embrace without hesitation.

"Master! You... you're finally back! Shuang'er... Shuang'er missed you so much! Woo woo woo..."

She hugged him tightly, with all her might, as if trying to merge her small body completely into his flesh and blood, never to be separated again.

Warm tears, no longer containable, rolled down like pearls from a broken string, instantly soaking the front of his clothes, burning hot.

Lin Xuan felt the violent trembling and unreserved dependence of the person in his arms, the pleasant scent of her body lingering around his nose. The primal male desire, pent up from the long separation, was completely ignited.

He reached back and closed the door.

Instantly, his arms tightened, and he swept the surprised and overjoyed Shuang'er up into his embrace.

Shuang'er let out a soft cry and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lin Xuan, holding her, strode towards the bed.

This was the storm that was destined to arrive after their long reunion.

Shuang'er's body had long been molded by Lin Xuan into something like the finest jade, warm and sensitive.

At this moment, it was like parched land, desperately absorbing his life-giving dew, yearning to be completely filled by him.

She responded passionately yet shyly to his every demand. Her petite body bloomed with astonishing flexibility and ardor beneath him, as if she were conveying all her longing from the past days through this most intimate of means.

From her lips, with a sobbing tone, she repeatedly murmured his name.

"Master... Master..."

"Shuang'er likes... likes Master so much..."

That pure and fervent love satisfied Lin Xuan's desire for conquest like never before. He was like a tireless king, galloping and conquering freely in this soft, moist territory that belonged only to him, enjoying a king-like treatment.

After an unknown amount of time, when the final storm finally subsided, only the ragged, intertwined breaths of the two remained in the room, composing a moving melody.

Shuang'er's body went completely limp, like a pool of spring water drained of all its bones, glistening with sweat, she weakly nestled against Lin Xuan's firm chest, too tired to even move a finger.

Traces of dried tears still adorned her face, but her eyes and brows were filled with the ultimate happiness and languor of complete satisfaction.

Lin Xuan gently stroked her sweat-dampened hair, feeling the ultimate tenderness beneath him, yet his heart was not entirely sated.

The flame coiled in his lower abdomen, after a brief lull, flared up once more, seemingly unreleased.

He said nothing, but used his body to clearly convey his desire to her once again.

Shuang'er's body stiffened abruptly.

She clearly felt that the "weapon" that had just rested had now become spirited again, pressing against her soft lower abdomen, as hard as iron and astonishingly hot!

"Mas... Master..."

Her voice was tearful, soft, and sweet, filled with extreme temptation and pleading.

"No... no more... Shuang'er... Shuang'er really... can't..."

Her body had truly reached its limit; it could no longer endure another storm.

Lin Xuan chuckled softly, lowered his head to kiss her smooth forehead, and whispered in her ear:

"Good girl, serve master in a different way."

Shuang'er's face instantly flushed from her neck to her ears, so radiant it looked as if it could bleed.

She naturally understood what Lin Xuan meant.

She was willing to give him anything he desired.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Enduring the aching softness of her entire body, she slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor, shifted away from Lin Xuan.

She knelt on the bed, her petite and exquisite body revealing its curves in the moonlight, like the most perfect jade carving. She took a deep breath, as if summoning all her courage, and then, slowly, reverently, lowered her head.

That was a pose filled with devotion and submission.

Her warm, soft lips, carrying the unique, innocent fragrance of a young girl, gently enveloped the astonishingly hot presence.

"Mmm..."

Lin Xuan let out an extremely comfortable groan from his throat, his body tensing slightly.

Shuang'er's movements were already much more practiced than the previous few times. She seemed to remember her young master's preferences. Her warm tongue no longer moved aimlessly but, recalling the feeling from memory, gently, with a hint of seeking favor, swirled around the tip.

Her small lips parted as much as possible, trying to encompass the robust form. Her warm breath mingled with her slight panting, composing the most beautiful, decadent melody in the silent room.

She had even learned to use the warmth of her cheeks to caress and her nimble tongue to create a soul-stirring pleasure.

Under Shuang'er's meticulous, love-filled, gentle service, Lin Xuan finally released himself completely.

When the torrent of heat erupted, Shuang'er didn't flinch in the slightest, not even blinking.

She allowed the gift, filled with a strong masculine aura, to splash across her delicate face, even her lips.

Then, under Lin Xuan's gaze full of approval, she extended her tender pink tongue and gently licked away the stickiness at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Xuan looked at her, so obedient and submissive to the extreme, and felt an indescribable satisfaction and tenderness in his heart.

He pulled her back into his embrace and placed a solemn kiss on her smooth forehead.

"My good Shuang'er," he murmured, "you're so well-behaved."

The next morning, in the inn's lobby.

Lin Xuan and Shuang'er were having breakfast by the window.

After a night of dew and moisture, Shuang'er seemed to have undergone a complete transformation. Her eyes and brows were filled with an unyielding charm, and her delicate face glowed with health, rosy-cheeked and more captivating than ever.

The inn's curtain was lifted, and a cool morning breeze swept in, bringing with it a pair of eye-catching mother and son.

Lin Xuan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to them.

It was a young woman in a sapphire blue dress, no older than twenty-three or twenty-four.

The fabric of the dress was not expensive brocade, but it was fine cotton of excellent quality, tailored to fit perfectly, accentuating her mature, voluptuous, and curvaceous figure. Especially the astonishing fullness of her chest, contrasted with her slender waist that could be held in one hand, created a strong visual impact.

She wore a matching dark blue half-sleeve over it, which further enhanced her upright posture, blending a sense of heroism with feminine gentleness.

Her figure was the plumpness characteristic of a mature woman, and as she moved, there was a steady rhythm. Her back was straight, and each step was firm, carrying a unique bearing that only martial artists possessed.

Most striking was her face.

It was an extremely beautiful face, a standard oval shape, with eyebrows like distant mountains, and a pair of phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners. While her eyes should have conveyed a myriad of charms, they now held a hint of imperceptible vigilance and distance.

That coldness was like a thin layer of frost covering a spring lake, making one only able to admire from afar, daring not to approach.

Her lips were perfectly shaped, sharply defined, and now tightly pursed, exuding an inviolable resilience and stubbornness.

This was an extremely beautiful woman, and a woman with a profound story.

Her beauty was not that of an otherworldly fairy or a pampered noblewoman, but rather a wild rose blooming tenaciously in wind and frost, carrying thorns as well as a fatal fragrance.

In her hand, she tightly held a boy of about five or six years old.

The boy's cheeks were flushed red, his steps unsteady, and his eyes had a sickly haze. He occasionally let out a suppressed, dry cough, his small brow furrowed tightly, yet he stubbornly refused his mother's embrace, insisting on walking by himself.

Although the young woman's gaze was cold, when she looked down at her child, the frost would instantly melt, transforming into a spring water so tender it could drip, filled with worry and affection.

She led the child to an empty table and sat down with swift, efficient movements.

"Innkeeper, a pot of hot tea, two meat buns, and a bowl of plain congee."

Her voice was clear and calm, with a slight northern accent, but not rough; instead, it had a unique charm.

Unlike ordinary women who would sigh over their child's illness, she didn't seek help from others. She calmly poured a cup of hot tea, brought it to her lips to test the temperature, and when it wasn't too hot, she carefully fed it to the child.

Lin Xuan watched this scene, a flicker of admiration in his eyes.

Having seen countless people, he could tell at a glance that this young woman was no ordinary person.

The calm and tenacious aura about her, and the steady stance when she walked, all indicated that she possessed considerable martial arts skills.

Such a woman, traveling alone with her sick child to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, must have some unspeakable difficulty.

Lin Xuan took a few more glances.

He had no interest in approaching her.

He could clearly feel the aura of someone not to be trifled with emanating from the woman. Approaching rashly would only lead to embarrassment.

The young woman quickly finished her simple breakfast. She took the child's hand, went to the counter, paid the bill, and then asked the innkeeper about the path up Zhongnan Mountain.

"Excuse me, innkeeper, which path should I take to ascend Zhongnan Mountain and visit the Quanzhen Sect?"

The innkeeper enthusiastically pointed the way. She thanked him, then took the child's hand and walked out of the inn without hesitation, heading towards the stone steps leading into the depths of Zhongnan Mountain.

Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze, picked up his teacup, and took a gentle sip.

Chapter Fourteen: A Sudden Turn for the Better

Lin Xuan's days at the inn continued to be meticulously cared for by Shuang'er.

He knew that Shuang'er had ordinary aptitude and only possessed some basic martial arts. If she encountered a true formidable enemy, she would struggle to resist.

One day, Lin Xuan and Shuang'er sat side by side. He held Shuang'er's wrist, his fingertips lightly resting on her pulse.

In recent days, he had gained a deep understanding of the Nine Yin Manual. This Nine Yin Manual encompassed a vast array of martial arts, and its internal cultivation techniques were particularly exquisite. The "Muscle-Tendon Strengthening Chapter" was especially suitable for improving one's aptitude and nourishing the meridians.

As for Shuang'er, her disposition was pure and untainted, making her the most suitable candidate to cultivate the Nine Yin Manual, as she would be less prone to qi deviation.

"I will teach you a set of internal cultivation techniques. From now on, you will practice it once every midnight and dawn. Do not slack off," Lin Xuan said with a serious tone, causing Shuang'er to stiffen.

She knew that when Lin Xuan spoke seriously, it must be very important, and she immediately nodded solemnly, "Shuang'er will remember Young Master's teachings!"

Lin Xuan continued, "This technique is obscure and difficult to understand, but you only need to remember the circulation route I tell you. Follow the path of your meridians and guide the qi to circulate. This internal technique is extremely profound and must not be passed on to others. Do not mention it to anyone."

Shuang'er nodded earnestly.

Lin Xuan helped her up and began to teach her in a gentle, soft voice. He did not directly state that it was the Muscle-Tendon Strengthening Chapter of the Nine Yin Manual.

He patiently guided her to feel the wisps of true qi within her body.

Shuang'er's aptitude was indeed not good, but her trust and reliance on Lin Xuan allowed her to accept his guidance without reservation. She listened attentively, memorizing every word of the incantations Lin Xuan taught, and imitating the breathing and qi circulation techniques Lin Xuan demonstrated, move by move.

In the beginning, Shuang'er's progress was slow. The flow of her internal energy was faltering, and sometimes her face would turn pale from the pain of expanding meridians. However, Lin Xuan knew the profundity of the Nine Yin Manual's internal cultivation. Its "Muscle-Tendon Strengthening Chapter" truly had the effect of cleansing the marrow and transforming the body.

He continuously used his own true qi to guide her, helping her unblock her congested meridians.

Indeed, in just a few days, Shuang'er felt a significant lightness in her body. Her previously sluggish meridians had become smooth and unobstructed. She could even feel a gentle, warm current flowing slowly within her body along the route Lin Xuan had described. Although faint, it was continuous and full of vitality.

Her appearance also became more delicate and charming. Her originally somewhat immature face now had softer lines, her skin was fair and lustrous, exuding a healthy pinkish glow, like pear blossoms blooming after the rain, carrying the freshness and delicate beauty of dewdrops.

That afternoon, the sun was warm, and a gentle breeze blew.

Lin Xuan held Shuang'er's hand as they strolled along a country path outside the small town.

Shuang'er nestled beside Lin Xuan, her small body radiating a contented warmth. She had never imagined that life could be so cozy and sweet. Being with Young Master, even just a simple walk, made her feel an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

She secretly turned her head, gazing at Lin Xuan's handsome profile, which was like that of a celestial being. Her heart pounded like a startled deer, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.