Comprehensive Martial Arts: My Master is Huang Rong

Guo Jing listened, utterly bewildered, but his intuition told him Lin Xuan made a lot of sense. He just felt that the strategies Lin Xuan spoke of sounded incredibly ingenious, yet also unheard of.

Huang Rong had long since transitioned from initial shock to an almost obsessive focus.

She gazed at Lin Xuan, her bright eyes shimmering with an unprecedented, peculiar brilliance.

Her breathing grew a little rapid, and her face, which had been slightly dulled by fatigue, now flushed with a healthy glow from excitement.

Her slender, jade-like fingers unconsciously clenched and then relaxed, as if she wanted to etch every word Lin Xuan spoke into the depths of her mind.

Her body, at this moment, seemed to be filled with vitality once more. The strategic predicament, in Lin Xuan's few brief words, had suddenly become clear.

She discovered that Lin Xuan's way of thinking, while equally meticulous as hers, was fundamentally different.

Her own strategies were mostly based on insights into human nature and accumulated experience in the martial world. Lin Xuan, however, could dissect and analyze the entire situation from a higher dimension, then construct such a meticulous system.

Her fatigue, at this moment, seemed to have been dispelled by more than half by the light of wisdom in Lin Xuan's words.

She felt her heart greatly comforted at this moment; the heavy burden she carried seemed to have been partially shared by Lin Xuan.

"Xuan'er... what you've said is truly like a divine revelation!" Huang Rong praised sincerely, her voice carrying a distinct tremor, betraying the shock within her heart.

She didn't even bother with Guo Jing being present, walking directly to Lin Xuan's side. Her silk dress swayed gently with her hurried steps, her graceful waist and full bosom appearing and disappearing, exuding a heart-stirring allure.

She stopped in front of Lin Xuan, her discerning, beautiful eyes gazing at him without blinking, as if trying to see through him.

In her eyes, besides astonishment, there was a deep admiration and longing for talent.

"If we follow your plan, how should it be implemented specifically? How should those 'markers' embedded in the intelligence be designed to ensure they are unique and cannot be used against us by them?"

Seeing Huang Rong so excited, Guo Jing was also surprised, but when he saw the worry vanish from his wife's brow, he relaxed. He knew that whatever Rong'er approved of must be a good strategy.

Lin Xuan saw that Huang Rong was completely convinced by his schemes, and her trust in him had reached a new height. He was overjoyed inwardly, but maintained a humble demeanor outwardly.

"Master overpraises me. The design of the markers needs to be combined with the actual situation in the city, for example, Master's Husband Guo Jing's personal seal, or a serial number only found on specific batches of military equipment."

"As for the channels for transmitting information, we can set up multiple layers of deception so that even if the Mongols obtain the intelligence, they cannot determine its origin and can only be led by the nose by us..."

He elaborated on the details of each step, presenting the interlocking links like works of art. From how to select suitable "leakers," to how to use the daily activities of the city's populace as cover, and then to how to monitor counter-intelligence feedback.

Huang Rong nodded repeatedly as she listened. The corners of her mouth, which had been slightly stiff from overthinking, now showed a genuine smile.

She even couldn't help but lightly pat Lin Xuan's shoulder with her slender jade hand several times to show her approval.

Her fingertips were soft and elastic, and each light touch sent a jolt through Lin Xuan, like an electric current.

He clearly felt that through this close contact and spiritual resonance, the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique was running excitedly, absorbing the pure and powerful Primal Yin Energy from Huang Rong.

This absorption under "heart-to-heart connection" was far more effective than the previous foot soaks and chest guidance.

While focusing on the strategies he was explaining, Huang Rong's mind was almost completely immersed, completely unaware of the energy she was losing. Instead, she felt mentally invigorated and filled with strength due to Lin Xuan's "inspiration."

Lin Xuan was overjoyed. This was not just an increase in power, but also a profound satisfaction of his soul's ultimate desire for conquest and control.

"Xuan'er, you... you are truly a heaven-sent genius!" Huang Rong said with deep emotion, her gaze towards Lin Xuan even carrying a trace of admiration.

Guo Jing also stepped forward, patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder, and showed a sincere smile on his rugged face: "Xuan'er, you have rendered a great service today! If this plan succeeds, it can resolve Xiangyang's urgent crisis!"

Huang Rong's bright eyes were now completely focused on Lin Xuan.

The fatigue had completely vanished from her beautiful face, replaced by an unprecedented radiance and spirit.

She even felt that her heart, which had been constantly burdened by state affairs and responsibilities, had found a rare point of resonance with Lin Xuan.

She had never so clearly felt that a young person's mind could so perfectly compensate for her own shortcomings, even showing her more possibilities.

"Xuan'er, from today onwards, you will stay by my side. We will jointly discuss matters of intelligence and strategy for Xiangyang city!"

Huang Rong's tone was one of unquestionable certainty, carrying complete trust and reliance on Lin Xuan's abilities.

Lin Xuan's expression remained unchanged. He knew this was exactly what he wanted.

He had become Huang Rong's indispensable strategist, having more time to spend with her.

"This disciple will not fail in his mission!" Lin Xuan replied respectfully.

Chapter Nine: Huang Rong's Fatigue

Lin Xuan's strategy was like timely rain, bringing a glimmer of hope to Xiangyang city. Huang Rong and Guo Jing immediately approved and decided to implement the "Information Counter-Penetration" and "Psychological Offense and Defense" strategies. However, this was not an easy task that could be accomplished overnight.

From drafting forged intelligence to meticulously setting up deceptions, every step required precise calculations and rigorous execution. These burdens fell almost entirely on Huang Rong alone. She had to strategize and deploy the Beggar's Sect disciples to cooperate; she also had to coordinate with the city's defenders to ensure the plan proceeded smoothly.

She toiled day and night, working non-stop, even eating hastily and compressing her sleep time to the extreme. Even an iron body could not withstand such strain.

One hot afternoon, the sun blazed fiercely. Huang Rong had just returned from the city defense camp. Her elegant silk dress was stained with a bit of dust, and her sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing her fair and tender forearms like lotus roots. Her black hair bun was slightly loose, with a few strands playfully falling on her smooth forehead, adding to her disheveled weariness.

She barely supported herself as she entered the study, attempting to continue reviewing the mountains of documents. However, as soon as her slender jade hand picked up the brush, she felt a stiff ache in her right shoulder, as if pressed by a thousand pounds. She subconsciously rubbed it, but it was like trying to quench a burning cart with a cup of water.

Her eyes, usually as lively as a spring, were filled with fatigue. The paleness on her beautiful face, a result of being overextended, was hard to conceal.

"Sigh..." Huang Rong sighed lightly and put down the brush in her hand. She closed her eyes and massaged her throbbing temples.

Lin Xuan happened to walk into the courtyard at this moment. He had come to report on the day's investigation of the hidden spy dens. He immediately saw Huang Rong's current state of exhaustion and inwardly rejoiced, knowing the time was right.

He walked to the outside of the study without looking aside and bowed respectfully: "Master, Xuan'er has come to report."

Huang Rong slowly opened her eyes, looking at Lin Xuan with a hint of unconcealable fatigue.

"Xuan'er, you're here." Her voice was hoarser than usual, carrying a distinct weariness.

"How are those matters progressing?" she asked, her mind clear despite her exhaustion.

Seeing her like this, Lin Xuan's heart filled with even more affection... though this affection carried a different kind of meaning.

"Reporting to Master, everything is proceeding smoothly. Your disciple has made arrangements for the enemy-luring strategy as instructed. It should show results within a few days," Lin Xuan replied respectfully.

Huang Rong nodded, but her movements were unusually slow. Her usually straight back was slightly hunched, showing the heavy burden she carried.

Lin Xuan observed keenly and noticed that the muscles in Huang Rong's neck and shoulders were extremely tense.

This was precisely the breakthrough he was looking for.

He asked with concern, "Master, seeing how you've been toiling lately, are your neck and shoulders feeling sore and uncomfortable?"

At his words, Huang Rong's slender fingers, which had been massaging her neck and shoulders, paused. She looked at Lin Xuan in surprise, her beautiful eyes showing the same astonishment as before.

"Xuan'er, how did you know?" she asked softly, a hint of confusion in her voice, mixed with the helplessness and fatigue of having her mind read.

"After those few days of foot soaks, your disciple happened to be flipping through an ancient text. It mentioned that in the body's circulation of Blood Essence, the feet are the extremities, while the neck and shoulders are the pivot points. If fatigue in the feet, though not yet apparent, leads to stagnation, the blocked energy can easily rise to the neck and shoulders, causing blockages in the meridians and even affecting the circulation of martial arts inner energy."

Lin Xuan's tone was sincere.

"The ancient text mentioned a wise elder who used this method to relieve the neck and shoulders of his companions, calling it the 'Primal Essence Return Breath' technique."

He watched Huang Rong's expression and continued, "This method, through gentle massage, can clear stagnation, guide energy downwards, ensure smooth inner energy flow, and eliminate fatigue. However, this technique requires a gentle yet firm touch; it cannot be rushed. If Master does not find it bothersome, your disciple..."

He paused, then looked up, his gaze sincere and earnest, falling on Huang Rong's exquisite face.

"Your disciple... wishes to serve Master. To relieve Master's neck and shoulder fatigue, so that Master can—peacefully attend to state affairs."

As soon as he spoke, the study fell into a brief silence once more.

Huang Rong's bright eyes stared intently at Lin Xuan. A faint blush, visible to the naked eye, spread across her cheeks, quickly reaching her earlobes, like a budding peach blossom, alluringly beautiful.

Her neck and shoulders! Huang Rong usually paid great attention to etiquette and propriety. Men and women should not touch, let alone such intimate contact.

"This... how can this be?!" Her voice held a noticeable unnaturalness, even a slight tremor.

She tried to look away, but was captivated by Lin Xuan's clear and deep eyes.

"Master, your disciple truly cares about Master's health!" Seeing her hesitation, Lin Xuan knew the time wasn't quite right and played the card of filial piety again.

"Master works day and night for Xiangyang city. If your health is compromised due to fatigue, it would truly be the misfortune of Xiangyang's people! As your disciple, how can I stand by and watch Master labor so hard without doing anything?"

His tone was passionate and sincere, as if Huang Rong's refusal would be a disregard for national righteousness.

"The method your disciple uses is an ancient way of health preservation, and it has nothing to do with impropriety between men and women. Furthermore, your disciple will only perform the massage through clothing, never overstepping boundaries, only to help Master clear her meridians, boost her spirits, and drive away the Tartars soon."

He emphasized "through clothing" in an attempt to dispel Huang Rong's concerns.

Huang Rong's heart was in a fierce struggle. Reason told her that this was improper, but the soreness in her body, and the wonderful comfort she had experienced after the foot soaks a few days prior, hooked her like an invisible fishing line.

Moreover, Lin Xuan's gaze at this moment, his sincerity devoid of any ulterior motives, made her feel an unprecedented sense of care and importance. This feeling was so foreign to her, who had carried all the burdens on her shoulders for so long.

She looked at the young man before her. His youthful face showed fatigue, as if from her own relentless efforts, yet it was also full of vitality. The spirit of dedicating everything for her, for Xiangyang, stirred something in her heart.

Ultimately, the physical fatigue and the soft yearning for care in her heart broke down her last line of defense.

She took a shallow breath, her full chest rising slightly, like a sculpture of white jade, exuding the charm unique to a mature woman.

She slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering like two startled butterflies.

"This... fine. Xuan'er, you... you may proceed, but remember, do not tell anyone."

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, as if she had used all her strength to utter those words, carrying a sense of reluctant compromise, yet also hiding an unspeakable shyness.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed at her words. Without any delay, he respectfully replied, "Your disciple obeys!"

He walked behind Huang Rong, telling her not to get up. Huang Rong kept her eyes closed, her exquisite face a mixture of shyness and fatigue, like a blooming hibiscus.

He stood still for a moment, sensing the faint fragrance emanating from Huang Rong, then slowly extended his hands.

First, he hovered his palms just above her neck and shoulders, then gently and slowly placed his hands on her shoulders and neck, which were covered by her silk robe.

More precisely, on Huang Rong's shoulders. Her deep blue silk robe was made of soft, skin-friendly fabric, a thin layer clinging to her warm skin.

Through the thin fabric, Lin Xuan's palms felt the warmth and smoothness of Huang Rong's skin, as well as the hidden stiffness and soreness deep within her neck and shoulder muscles.

He didn't rush to apply force. Instead, he used his fingertips to gently massage her nape, where fatigue most easily accumulated.

He followed the slender and elegant lines of her neck, moving downwards. Wherever his fingertips passed, he could clearly feel her soft skin and delicate bones.

"Master, your disciple will use a gentle force. If you feel any discomfort, please speak up at any time," Lin Xuan said softly, his voice carrying a soothing gentleness.

Huang Rong didn't speak, but her body trembled slightly before completely relaxing. She felt a warm force coming from Lin Xuan's fingertips, possessing a peculiar penetrative power that accurately pressed on her stiff points.

The Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique circulated wildly within Lin Xuan. He deliberately controlled the intensity of absorbing the Primal Yin Energy, making it flow like a trickle, continuously seeping into his body from Huang Rong's neck and shoulders.

He could clearly sense the pure Primal Yin Energy flowing along Huang Rong's meridians, eventually being absorbed by his technique without a sound. This filled him with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and power.

Huang Rong felt an unparalleled sense of comfort instantly spread throughout her body. Starting from her neck and shoulders, the stiffness and soreness seemed to melt away like ice and snow. A warm, tingling sensation spread from top to bottom, relaxing all the muscles in her body.

Her body trembled slightly, an instinctive reaction to being overwhelmed by extreme comfort. She even felt her breathing become long and deep, as if every pore was rejoicing.

Lin Xuan's fingers slowly moved from her neck to her shoulders. He could feel the roundness and suppleness of her shoulders. The plump curves unique to a mature woman were faintly visible beneath the thin clothing, exuding a heart-racing allure.

He used the base of his palm to stroke her shoulder blades, while his fingertips moved to the area below her collarbone, gently massaging. He knew that this was a convergence point of several important acupoints, and also one of the most sensitive areas.

"Master, here..." Lin Xuan whispered as a reminder, as if merely guiding her to cooperate. His breath, carrying his unique masculine scent, brushed past Huang Rong's ear, causing her body to tremble again.

Huang Rong's pretty face grew even more rosy, as if enveloped in a layer of mist. She felt her entire body's blood accelerating, and the tingling sensation within her grew stronger.

She clearly sensed Lin Xuan's fingertips, each touch carrying a warm and precise strength, like a skilled physician accurately reaching the root of her pain. The gentle friction through her clothes, however, brought about a strange feeling that made her blush and her heart race.

Lin Xuan watched her delicate body tremble slightly with comfort, his gaze gradually deepening. He moved his palm power slightly lower, landing on the junction of her nape and spine, where the Dazhui acupoint was located.

Using the unique energy channeling method of the Yin Yang Deficit Supplementation Technique, he infused his internal energy into her body, coordinating it with his massage techniques, as if clearing a blocked river for her.

Huang Rong felt an indescribable heat rise from her spine, instantly spreading throughout her body. She could even clearly feel that the stagnant internal energy within her seemed to be guided by this power, beginning to reactivate and flow joyfully through her meridians.

Her fair shoulders presented a captivating curve under Lin Xuan's palm. Her soft hair scattered between Lin Xuan's fingers, carrying an intoxicating fragrance.

Lin Xuan's palm was now pressed firmly against Huang Rong's back. He could clearly feel each vertebra of her spine and the soft muscles attached to it. Her body was so graceful; even through her clothes, her exquisite curves made his heart flutter.

From time to time, he would 'accidentally' trail his fingers down the muscles along her spine, brushing against the edge of her slender waist. Each gentle glide seemed to pluck a string in her heart.

"Does Master feel much more relaxed?" Lin Xuan asked in a low, gentle voice.

Huang Rong slowly opened her eyes, her beautiful irises carrying a hint of misty haze, like someone just waking from a sweet dream. She turned her head to look at Lin Xuan. The fatigue had completely vanished from her exquisite face, replaced by an unprecedented radiance and captivating allure.

"Xuan'er... this method of yours is truly... remarkably effective." Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of the languor that comes after complete relaxation, and a subtle charm, as if all her strength had been drained, leaving her completely reliant on Lin Xuan.

She could feel that not just her shoulders and neck, but even her feet and her entire body's fatigue seemed to have been swept away. Her internal organs felt an unprecedented sense of openness, and her internal energy circulated more smoothly.

This feeling of comfort was an experience she had never had since marrying Guo Jing. Although Guo Jing loved her dearly, his steely personality made him unskillful at expressing such delicate care. Lin Xuan's appearance, however, filled a hidden void in the depths of her heart.

In her eyes, besides admiration for Lin Xuan's medical skills and martial arts talent, there was also an ineffable reliance on this meticulous care. She found that her resistance towards Lin Xuan seemed to be crumbling faster and faster with each encounter.

He respectfully withdrew his hands, maintaining a humble smile on his face. "As long as I can help Master alleviate her worries, this disciple would gladly face death a thousand times."

Huang Rong looked at him, her bright eyes filled with complex emotions.

Author's Note:

Author's Note: Two more chapters tonight.