Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

With their clothes shed, the two closed their eyes, relying on their senses of each other's presence as they slowly drew near.

Deep within the flower bushes, moonlight filtered through the gaps between petals, dappling their naked skin.

Finally, they sat cross-legged facing each other, palms touching. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, mingled with a hint of the primal scent of the human body, carrying a slight warmth.

The moment their palms met, Lin Xuan felt a cool energy flow from his palm, instantly spreading throughout his body.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes. Strengthened by the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, his five senses were far beyond those of ordinary people. Even in the darkness of night, Little Dragon Girl's graceful, curvaceous body was clearly visible to him.

Her skin was fairer than snow, glowing with a lustrous sheen under the moonlight, like the finest white jade. Every inch of her exuded a soul-stirring purity and allure. Her slender waist, her full and shapely curves, all proclaimed a maiden's most beautiful form.

Lin Xuan felt a surge of heat rise in his heart, yet it was suppressed by her aloof and untainted demeanor, leaving only pure admiration and a subtle, indescribable flutter. This Little Dragon Girl was truly a peerless beauty, far beyond ordinary women. Her coldness and purity, paradoxically, added to her fatal attraction.

Little Dragon Girl's eyes remained clear, without a trace of impurity. Her gaze upon Lin Xuan was one of pure, emotionless inquiry.

Lin Xuan returned her clear gaze, his heart focused solely on the pursuit of martial arts perfection.

"This Heart Sutra emphasizes one yin and one yang, complementing each other. My yang energy is abundant, and Miss Long, your yin essence is contained within. We are perfect complements," Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Later, I will use my True Qi to guide the qi within your body, circulating it through your meridians. Miss Long, you only need to clear your mind and circulate your internal energy according to the cultivation method's incantations."

Little Dragon Girl nodded gently.

Lin Xuan extended his right hand, palm facing up, signaling Little Dragon Girl to place her right palm lightly upon his.

Little Dragon Girl complied, raising her fair, slender arm like a lotus root. Her delicate, pale hand gently rested on Lin Xuan's palm.

As their skin touched, a subtle, electric tingle spread from their palms, traveling up their arms and straight to their hearts. It was a wondrous sensation unlike anything they had experienced before, carrying a hint of coolness and an indescribable warmth.

Lin Xuan focused his mind, silently reciting the opening incantation of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. As the incantation flowed through his mind, the True Qi within him stirred. Following the unique circulation route of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, it slowly flowed to his fingertips and then into Little Dragon Girl's palm.

Little Dragon Girl also calmed her mind, beginning to sense and guide the faint internal energy within her according to the incantations Lin Xuan had spoken.

At first, their True Qi circulated through each other's bodies with some difficulty. Lin Xuan's True Qi was fierce and purely yang, while Little Dragon Girl's internal energy was yin and ethereal. The two vastly different True Qi streams seemed unable to merge as they occupied separate formations within the meridians.

However, this was precisely the marvel of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. It did not simply mix the two True Qi streams but cleverly utilized the principle of yin and yang complementing each other, and hardness and softness blending. It caused the two streams of True Qi to form a special spiral ascent within each other's bodies, mutually pulling.

With Lin Xuan's guidance and Little Dragon Girl's gradual adaptation, their True Qi began to find a rhythm within each other.

Lin Xuan's innate True Qi was like a burning flame, hot and powerful. After circulating once within his body, it would be transmitted to Little Dragon Girl's body, nourishing her yin essence and accelerating her internal energy circulation.

Little Dragon Girl felt streams of warmth surge through her limbs and bones. Her previously cool body gradually became warm, and even her skin flushed with a faint pink hue.

Little Dragon Girl's yin internal energy, on the other hand, was like cool spring water. As it flowed through his body, it skillfully calmed the restless agitation hidden within him due to his excessive yang energy, making his True Qi more refined and pure.

Lin Xuan also felt streams of cool energy flowing within him, cleansing his meridians and making his originally fiery body feel incredibly comfortable and balanced.

This wondrous feeling was something Lin Xuan had never experienced before. His innate True Qi was already the purest and most yang; now, nourished by Little Dragon Girl's yin internal energy, it was like intense fire meeting water. Not only did it not extinguish, but it became even purer and more condensed.

He felt his meridians quietly expanding, and the flow of True Qi accelerating. It was as if every bone and every inch of flesh was being tempered through this nourishment of yin and yang balance.

Little Dragon Girl experienced the same. Although her internal energy was weak, under the guidance of Lin Xuan's powerful innate True Qi, it was like a trickle meeting a mighty river.

She could clearly feel the warm current flowing unimpeded through her body, cleansing her meridians and nourishing her flesh and blood. Her originally cool body became warm and moist, and even her breathing became longer and deeper.

She even felt that the Ancient Tomb Sect inner strength she had previously cultivated, under the guidance of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, was resonating with Lin Xuan's True Qi and operating at an unprecedented speed. This feeling was several times faster than cultivating alone on the Cold Jade Bed.

The two gradually entered a state of forgetting oneself and the world. Amidst the sea of flowers, fragrance permeated the air, and moonlight filtered through the gaps between petals, dappling their bodies.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the flowers to sway lightly, as if playing nature's symphony for their wondrous cultivation.

Their palms were tightly pressed together, like two magnets, attracting and repelling each other. An invisible domain, woven from True Qi and intention, enveloped them. In this ultimate harmony of yin and yang, time seemed to lose its meaning.

After an unknown period, as the last ray of moonlight shone upon them through the sea of flowers, Lin Xuan slowly withdrew his palm, and Little Dragon Girl opened her eyes at the same time.

A faint blush appeared on both their faces. This was not from shyness but from the fullness of True Qi and the smooth circulation of blood and essence.

Little Dragon Girl's eyes, though still clear, lacked the detached rigidity they had before. Instead, they held a touch of liveliness, like morning stars washed by dew, brilliant and vibrant.

Her skin was even more lustrous than jade, emitting a faint glow, as if nourished by flower dew. Every inch of her skin was healthily rosy, with a subtle elasticity that made one want to caress it, to feel its delicacy and smoothness.

Lin Xuan felt that his innate True Qi had benefited greatly from this cultivation. Complementing Little Dragon Girl's yin True Qi had made his innate True Qi more seamless, incorporating both hardness and softness.

As for Little Dragon Girl, her transformation was even more astonishing. Although her innate talent was good, her progress in inner strength had been slow due to her cultivation environment and technique.

After practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra with Lin Xuan for only half a day, the internal energy within her had increased by leaps and bounds, equivalent to at least several months of arduous cultivation.

More importantly, her meridians had been greatly widened and nourished, laying a solid foundation for her future martial arts journey. Her fair skin also seemed to have been soaked in warm water, emitting a healthy glow, like fine warm jade. Her breathing had also become longer and steadier.

"Miss Long, how do you feel?" Lin Xuan asked softly.

Little Dragon Girl exhaled gently, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes that even she hadn't noticed.

"My internal energy has improved a lot," she said, her voice still cool but with a touch more vitality. "Much faster than before."

Lin Xuan smiled. "This scripture is infinitely profound. We can practice it more in the future."

Little Dragon Girl nodded, not objecting. Having recognized the efficacy of the technique, she would follow it without hesitation.

The two silently put on their clothes, returning to their original appearance.

Chapter Sixteen: Practicing Swordplay by Day, Practicing the Xiao by Night

In the Ancient Tomb, Lin Xuan often sparred with the two women, having them fight him together.

The initial spars were a disaster. Li Mochou's sword techniques were fierce and sweeping, her sword light accompanied by howling winds, but she always disrupted Little Dragon Girl's exquisite defense, leaving her struggling to evade.

While Little Dragon Girl's sword moves were agile, her posture as light as a swallow's, they also appeared too restrained, unable to complement Li Mochou's vigorous offense.

Their tacit understanding was almost zero, and there were even several times when they almost accidentally injured each other. Li Mochou's sword tip narrowly grazed Little Dragon Girl's ear, and Little Dragon Girl's sword tip had also inadvertently pointed at Li Mochou's vital spot, making Lin Xuan frown.

Lin Xuan would criticize their coordination, his words sharp and to the point, directly addressing the core flaws in their martial arts and the blind spots in their personalities.

"You are sisters! Both inheritors of the Ancient Tomb, why can't you cooperate with a calm heart?"

He emphasized the words "sisters" every time, as if invisibly reminding them: neither of them had any other family. If they were to be truly counted, perhaps they were the closest people to each other in this world.

Under Lin Xuan's patient guidance, they finally began to learn to cooperate, no longer fighting as individuals.

Li Mochou's sword was no longer a chaotic, unprincipled slash and stab. Amidst her fierce attacks, she would leave a subtle opening, a chance for Little Dragon Girl to intervene.

Her sword light cut through the air in sharp arcs, but she was no longer fighting alone. Instead, she guided with a faint, almost imperceptible pull, drawing Little Dragon Girl into the fray.

And Little Dragon Girl's sword was no longer merely defensive. She began to try to fill the gaps with her agile swordplay the moment Li Mochou's attacks waned, or to use skillful force to redirect the enemy's attacks towards Li Mochou, forming a clever coordination.

Her light and graceful figure weaved through the sword light, like a dancing butterfly, no longer dancing alone, but intertwining with Li Mochou's attacks into a tight net that enveloped Lin Xuan.

They still couldn't defeat Lin Xuan; after all, Lin Xuan's martial arts were far beyond their reach. His movement technique was like a phantom, his swordplay like a divine dragon. Every strike carried the might of heaven and earth, making them feel their own insignificance.

But compared to the initial few moves where Lin Xuan could easily neutralize them, they could now last fifty moves, eighty moves, under Lin Xuan's hands, and occasionally even force Lin Xuan to put in a little more effort.

This was undoubtedly a huge leap, and this leap was largely due to the tacit understanding they gradually developed, and the "consensus" that they dared not hinder each other under Lin Xuan's watchful gaze.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Another combined sparring session. Sword light and sword shadows intertwined, and the crisp sound of weapons clashing echoed through the stone chamber.

Li Mochou's sword light followed like a shadow, carrying a fierce gust of wind. Her tall and graceful figure weaved through the sword shadows, displaying her sharpness. Little Dragon Girl's Jade Maiden Sword was like wind and lightning, agile and precise. Her spotless white robes fluttered in the sword wind, making her appear even more ethereal and refined.

The two cooperated seamlessly, one attacking, one defending, one feigning, one real. They actually forced Lin Xuan to use seven or eight parts of his spirit to respond. Lin Xuan felt the improvement in their tacit understanding and was greatly satisfied.

Finally, Lin Xuan spotted a flaw, and his figure, like a phantom, pierced through the two streams of sword light. To the astonished eyes of the two women, he ultimately placed his long sword at their brows.

"You've improved very quickly." Lin Xuan sheathed his sword, his tone carrying a hint of praise.

Li Mochou panted heavily, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. A few strands of hair stuck to her cold and beautiful face, making her look a bit disheveled, but not losing her heroic spirit.

She glanced at Little Dragon Girl, who was also panting, and the hatred in her eyes was gone. Instead, there was a weariness and understanding, as if she had narrowly escaped a disaster.

She even took the sword from Little Dragon Girl's hand proactively, the movement natural and unforced, as if it were the most ordinary of actions.

Little Dragon Girl also looked at Li Mochou, and in her clear, cold eyes, a subtle emotion flickered, one that had never been there before.

It was the recognition of their "fellow disciple" relationship.

She raised her hand and gently brushed some dust off Li Mochou's shoulder, the action natural, with a hint of imperceptible closeness.

"Senior Sister..." Little Dragon Girl called out softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible softness, like ice and snow beginning to melt.

Li Mochou's delicate body trembled slightly. On her cold and beautiful face, her expression was complex.

This was the first time Little Dragon Girl had called her "Senior Sister" so intimately.

She stiffly returned a barely perceptible nod, her heart filled with mixed emotions, unable to articulate the feeling. The past hatred was now greatly diluted by Lin Xuan's power, their common goal, and this sole bond of "sisters."

The loneliness buried deep in her heart seemed to find a faint solace in this.

Night fell, in a stone chamber of the Ancient Tomb.

Lin Xuan and Li Mochou were engaged in some nighttime activity.

Little Dragon Girl was resting in another stone chamber as usual, completely unaware of this. Her world remained as pure as snow, untainted by the secrets hidden deep within the Ancient Tomb.

Lin Xuan leaned lazily on the cold stone couch, his eyes closed, enjoying this moment of peace and submission.

The coldness of the stone couch contrasted sharply with the rising heat within his body, adding a few points of excitement.

Before him, Li Mochou, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, knelt respectfully on the ground. Her robe was immaculate, meticulously wrapping her shapely body and outlining her tall, beautifully

Li Mochou's delicate body trembled violently; the shameful praise made her feel utterly mortified and furious.

Her cheeks burned as if slapped hard by an invisible hand.

Her movements took on an instinctive, fawning quality she hadn't even noticed herself, laced with a hint of seduction, like a tamed beast learning how to please its master.

She had once been the proud Crimson Fairy, but now, before this cold stone bed, she humbly offered up her everything.

Her cheeks flushed red with shame and arousal, like ripe apples. She dared not look up, burying her face deeper, her dark hair concealing all her vulnerability.

She squeezed her eyes shut, as if this could shut out the outside world, her shame, and her humiliation.

She knew resistance would only bring deeper pain, while submission might earn her a sliver of peace, or even a subtle, barely perceptible pleasure.

She once thought she only felt hatred towards men, but at this moment, that hatred was being overshadowed by a deeper, more primal instinct.

Until Lin Xuan's low groan, like a declaration, exploded in the air.

Accompanied by the violent tremors beneath him and the surge of a scorching torrent, Li Mochou slowly raised her head. Her lips were slightly swollen, stained with a clear, murky liquid, her eyes already shimmering with a watery haze, glistening, indistinguishable between tears and the daze of exhaustion.

A burning sting pulsed deep in her throat, but she could no longer afford to care.

She slumped tiredly onto his lap, her chest heaving, her full breasts trembling with each breath. Sweat trickled down, disappearing into her daoist robe, soaking the fabric.

She was like a snake with its spine removed, devoid of the strength to resist, only able to breathe feebly, absorbing the immense impact from both within and without.

Her body, at this moment, felt as if it no longer belonged to her, but was utterly hollowed out, leaving only emptiness and exhaustion.

Chapter Seventeen: Night Reconnaissance of the Quanzhen Sect

Night, on Zhongnan Mountain.

From the depths of the Ancient Tomb, a dark figure silently slipped out. Light as nothing, fast as flowing light.