Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Chapter 44: Victory Celebration Banquet

Inside Xiangyang City, Chang Le Tower was brightly lit and decorated, and cheers resounded.

A grand celebration banquet is bringing the joy of victory to its climax.

Lin Xuan was undoubtedly the most dazzling person at this grand event; he was like a bright moon, attracting everyone's attention.

He sat at the head of the main table. Dressed in a brand-new moon-white brocade robe, he appeared even more handsome and distinguished.

Faced with wave after wave of heroes from the martial arts world who came to offer toasts and flatter him, he maintained a calm and composed smile, behaving with humility and politeness, and responding appropriately. His unwavering composure in the face of both honor and disgrace earned the secret admiration of many of the older generation present, who knew this young man was no ordinary person.

"Young Master Lin's wisdom rivals that of Zhuge Liang and his courage surpasses that of Xiang Yu. His extraordinary feat in this battle leaves us utterly in awe!"

"If it weren't for Young Master Lin's strategic planning, we would probably be a pile of bones in Goose Return Valley by now. We will never forget this great kindness!"

Praise poured in like a tide, but Lin Xuan simply smiled and raised his glass in return. In his words, he appropriately distributed the credit to all the heroes who participated in the battle, demonstrating both his magnanimity and winning people's hearts.

At a table a little further away from the banquet, Ning Zhongze, dressed in an elegant dress, possessed a cool and aloof demeanor, yet could not conceal a hint of fragility and weariness between her brows. This sickly beauty, ironically, added to her captivating charm.

She barely touched the delicacies in front of her, her clear, watery eyes piercing through the bustling crowd, never leaving that radiant figure for a moment.

Her gaze was extremely complex.

She felt a deep gratitude for surviving such a close call, grateful that he had forcibly pulled her back from the abyss of death. That warm yet domineering pure yang energy was the most reassuring power she had ever felt in her life.

There was genuine admiration for him, for his flawless strategy and unfathomable martial arts skills. But more than that, there was a strange feeling that even she herself found shameful and unsettling.

If she loses her focus even slightly, the inverted and bewildering scene of "healing" in the cave will uncontrollably churn in her mind.

The contradictory pleasure of pain and extreme ecstasy emanating from his hot, powerful hands as they roamed and kneaded every inch of her fair skin; the imprint of his domineering and masculine aura that permeated every part of her body; naked and helpless in his arms, she utterly surrendered to his "doing whatever he wanted"...

All of this was like the sharpest knife, etching the name "Lin Xuan" into her very bones and branding it deep into her soul. Whenever she thought of it, her heart would race, two intoxicating blushes would rise to her cheeks, and even her breathing would become somewhat disordered.

She knew this was wrong; she was a married woman, a maiden of Mount Hua. Yet her body, with utmost honesty, remembered the feeling of being utterly conquered.

She glanced instinctively at her husband, Yue Buqun, beside her. He was beaming with pride, chatting animatedly with Guo Jing and the others, basking in the "glorious" performance of the Huashan Sect in this battle. He was completely oblivious to his wife's strange behavior and utterly unaware of what had happened in the cave.

Seemingly sensing her gaze, Lin Xuan, who was chatting and laughing with someone, suddenly turned around and his eyes met hers precisely.

His eyes were calm and still, yet carried a hint of knowing mockery, as if he were silently asking her a question.

Heroine Ning, are you satisfied with the results of my treatment?

Ning Zhongze's heart skipped a beat, as if struck by an electric current. She hurriedly lowered her eyes, not daring to look any longer, but her heart was pounding like a deer, and her cheeks were burning hot.

Sitting next to her, Guo Fu felt a mix of emotions, a mixture of pride and a strong sense of crisis.

She looked at Lin Xuan, who was surrounded by people, as if he were a treasure that belonged only to her and was about to be coveted by countless people.

Especially when she saw the undisguised admiring gazes of the female disciples from various sects, and Ning Zhongze's abnormal shyness, alarm bells rang in her heart, and a domineering possessiveness burned fiercely.

He's mine! He can only be mine!

The celebration banquet lasted until late at night before gradually dispersing.

The guests, tipsy and satisfied, left in twos and threes. The main hall of Chang Le Lou, which had been bustling all night, finally returned to tranquility.

Lin Xuan chose to stay in the top-tier room of Chang Le Building, citing the need for rest and recuperation.

Unexpectedly, after everyone left, Guo Fu returned alone.

In the vast hall, only Lin Xuan and Guo Fu remained. The lingering aroma of food and wine mixed with a faint, delicate fragrance belonging to a young girl still filled the air.

The desire that Lin Xuan had been aroused by Ning Zhongze's mature and voluptuous body a few days ago not only did not subside, but was instead fueled by alcohol, becoming even more turbulent, like magma from underground.

He needs an outlet, a channel that allows him to completely let go.

The stunningly beautiful woman before him, who was deeply in love with him, was undoubtedly the best choice.

Guo Fu stood there, looking somewhat at a loss.

After the hustle and bustle of the banquet subsided, the quiet solitude only made her more nervous. Her heart pounded as if it would burst from her chest. She dared not look at Lin Xuan, but kept her head down, fiddling with her slender, jade-like fingers, tightly gripping the hem of her clothes.

Looking at her shy and charming appearance, Lin Xuan's lips curled into a playful smile. He slowly stepped forward, each step feeling like he was treading on Guo Fu's heart.

"Senior sister," he said, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night, "was the banquet tonight enjoyable?"

"It's...it's alright," Guo Fu replied softly, her voice barely audible.

"That's good." Lin Xuan stopped in front of her, looking down at her. A hint of mockery flickered in his deep, night-sky-like eyes.

"Now that the banquet is over, shouldn't we also settle some private matters between us?"

"Private matters?" Guo Fu raised her head blankly, meeting his eyes that seemed to see through everything.

A hint of mockery flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes as he slowly said, "Senior Sister, have you forgotten that we have a bet?"

"A bet!"

These two words struck Guo Fu like a bolt of lightning. Her brain buzzed, and then that memory surfaced clearly in her mind.

In an instant, Guo Fu's pretty face flushed crimson, the vibrant red spreading from her cheeks to her slender neck, appearing exceptionally alluring in the candlelight. She stammered, unable to utter a single word.

"It seems Senior Sister has remembered." Lin Xuan admired her adorable, embarrassed expression, his desire to conquer her growing stronger. "According to the agreement, if I win, Senior Sister has to grant me one request. Right?"

"I..." Guo Fu bit her pink lower lip, feeling both ashamed and anxious. But her inherent pride would not allow her to renege on her promise in person.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, raised her head, and met Lin Xuan's gaze with her beautiful, misty eyes that held a hint of stubbornness.

"I...I'm willing to accept defeat!" she said, each word deliberate and clear, her voice low but carrying a resolute determination. "Tell me! What do you want me to...do? As long as I can do it, I'll agree to anything!"

When she said those words, she had already prepared herself for the worst. Even if Lin Xuan made some embarrassing request, she would accept it!

"Very good." Lin Xuan smiled with satisfaction. He liked her unruly yet submissive demeanor.

Instead of stating his conditions immediately, he reached out and gently, with an air of undeniable authority, lifted her pointed chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Senior sister, are you really willing to do anything?" His voice was low and full of magnetic allure, like the devil's whisper, echoing in Guo Fu's ear.

Guo Fu trembled at his intimate yet domineering gesture, her body going limp in one side. She felt her heart pounding so hard it was almost stopping, and she could only manage a weak "hmm" from her throat.

Lin Xuan's smile deepened. He slowly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Guo Fu's sensitive earlobe, giving her goosebumps.

"My condition is very simple." He said, word by word, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Tonight, Senior Sister, be my personal maid."

"Personal maid?" Guo Fu's heart skipped a beat. The word instantly conjured up countless erotic yet shameful images in her mind. Her pretty, bright cheeks turned as red as ripe apples with shame and indignation.

Lin Xuan seemed to see right through her, and continued in that seductive tone, "From now until sunrise tomorrow, everything you have belongs to me. You must do whatever I tell you to do. No resistance, no refusal, and certainly no... asking why."

"You...you bad guy!" Guo Fu was both ashamed and angry. This condition was more torturous than simply asking her to do something directly. It was full of uncertainty and absolute control.

"What? Senior Sister, are you going to back out?" Lin Xuan straightened up, looking at her with a leisurely air, his tone carrying a hint of sarcasm. "It seems that Miss Guo's credibility is nothing special."

"Who...who went back on their word!" Guo Fu was most easily provoked. She stomped her foot, puffed out her full and perky chest, and her beautiful eyes widened in shame and indignation. It was more like she was being coquettish than angry.

She's going all out!

"Fine! I promise you!" She gritted her teeth, practically forcing the words out. "From now on, I... I'll be your personal maid! You can make me do whatever you want!"

"Very good." A glint of triumph flashed in Lin Xuan's eyes.

He reached out again, this time directly embracing her slender waist and pulling her soft, delicate body into his arms.

Guo Fu let out a soft "Ah," her body stiffening instantly, but then softening again as she obediently pressed herself against his firm chest, feeling his strong, powerful heartbeat. Her slender yet curvaceous waist looked especially alluring under his palm, making one want to explore downwards.

"Then, my dear senior sister, my... little maid," Lin Xuan whispered in her ear, his voice filled with an unquestionable command, "Now, serve me upstairs to my room."

These words struck Guo Fu like a thunderbolt.

Her mind completely gave up thinking, leaving only a blank and endless shyness. She let Lin Xuan half-embrace her, her body completely powerless, and could only rely on him, mechanically, yet incredibly obediently, taking her first steps.

Chapter 45: Maid Guo Fu

Guo Fu stood at the door, her heart pounding in her throat.

She clutched the hem of her dress tightly; the fiery red gown seemed like a burning flame, revealing her inner shame and agitation.

She pushed the door open herself. She stepped in herself.

Every step felt like walking on a red-hot iron plate, filled with torment. She bit her lower lip, her pretty face flushed red with shame and indignation, her bright eyes glaring fiercely at the figure sitting behind the desk, as if she wanted to torture him to death with her gaze.

Lin Xuan, however, seemed completely oblivious to her fiery gaze.

He had changed out of his moon-white brocade robe and was now wearing only a loose silk undergarment, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone and a small patch of firm chest. His long, black hair was casually draped over his shoulders, with a few strands falling beside his cheeks, adding a touch of languor and unruliness to his incomparably handsome face.

He was intently looking at the scrolls of documents spread out on the table, which contained the casualty list, battle statistics, and subsequent defensive deployments for this battle.

Holding a wolf-hair brush, he occasionally circled and annotated on it, his expression serious and earnest. The ease with which he chatted and laughed at the banquet had now transformed into a calm and focused demeanor.

He seemed not to be a victor about to do whatever he wanted to the "maids," but a general still busy with the affairs of the state.

This stark contrast left Guo Fu with nowhere to vent her anger. She stood there, unsure whether to advance or retreat, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

What are you still standing there for?

Lin Xuan didn't even raise his head, his calm voice breaking the suffocating silence.

"The bet began the moment you stepped into this room, my... little maid."

He deliberately spoke the last three words softly and slowly, with a playful, drawn-out tone, like a feather gently scratching Guo Fu's most sensitive nerve, making her tremble all over.

"You..." Guo Fu was speechless with anger, but she couldn't refute it.

"Come here and grind the ink." Lin Xuan still didn't look at her, but simply tapped the inkstone on the table lightly with the pen.

The tone was devoid of any emotion, as if he were instructing an ordinary servant.

Guo Fu's self-esteem was trampled upon like never before. Who was she? She was Guo Jing and Guo Fu's daughter, the jewel of Xiangyang! When had she ever been treated like this?

Her chest heaved violently, and she almost lost her temper on the spot. But when she thought of the promise she had made herself, and the "keeping one's word" that her father had taught her since childhood, she forcefully suppressed her willful nature.

She gritted her teeth and slowly moved to the desk. Her usually bright and beautiful face was now filled with resentment. She picked up the inkstone and looked at the cold inkstone, her heart filled with humiliation.

But she still reached out her hand.

Her movements were awkward, even somewhat rough, and the ink stick rubbed against the inkstone, making a "sizzling" sound that was not pleasant to the ear.

Lin Xuan finally raised his head and glanced at her. His brows furrowed slightly, as if he were quite dissatisfied.

"A maid should act like a maid," he said calmly. "Your wrist should be steady, your force even, and your mind calm. Are you trying to wear my inkstone down like this?"

"I...I can't!" Guo Fu was both angry and aggrieved, her eyes even turning red.

"No, I can teach you." Lin Xuan said, and actually put down his pen.

He stood up and walked behind Guo Fu, his tall figure instantly enveloping her in his shadow.

He didn't touch her, but his unique masculine aura, carrying a hint of masculinity and aggression, enveloped her like an invisible net.

Guo Fu's body stiffened instantly, and even her breathing stopped.

Lin Xuan reached out and placed his hand over her small hand that was holding the inkstone.

His palms were large and warm, with a thin layer of calluses from years of martial arts training, a stark contrast to the soft, delicate backs of her hands. The intense heat seemed to penetrate her skin and reach straight to her heart.

“Watch closely,” his voice rang in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, “the strength comes from the wrist, the intention precedes the ink. When the mind is calm, the ink will be even; when the breath is harmonious, the fragrance will appear.”

He guided her hand, beginning to slowly and rhythmically grind the ink. His movements were gentle yet firm, and the initially harsh friction gradually became smooth and harmonious. A delicate fragrance of ink filled the air.

Guo Fu's mind went completely blank.

She felt neither humiliation nor anger. All her senses were focused on the man's presence behind her and the burning heat of his hand.

Her heart was pounding like a drum, and an unprecedented, tingling, and numbing sensation spread from her spine to every part of her body.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Xuan released his grip.

"Have you learned it?"

"I...I know." Guo Fu's voice was barely audible, with a tremor she herself was unaware of.

"Very good." Lin Xuan sat back down behind the desk, as if nothing had happened. "Pour the tea."

Like a soulless puppet, Guo Fu mechanically put down the ink stick, picked up the purple clay teapot beside her, and filled the empty cup in front of him with tea. Her movements were somewhat clumsy due to her flustered state, and a few drops of scalding tea even splashed onto the back of her hand, leaving a red mark.

She hissed in pain, but Lin Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply picked up his teacup, blew on it to cool it down, and took a sip.

"The tea was too hot, it lost its flavor. I'll pay attention next time," he commented casually.

Guo Fu's grievances almost spilled over into tears. This devil! This bastard!

She was about to lash out when Lin Xuan continued, "Give me that troop deployment map."

Another order.

Guo Fu suppressed her anger, found the blueprint he had mentioned among a pile of documents, and handed it over.

Lin Xuan took the blueprints and fell into deep thought once again. He studied them intently, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently, his pen constantly sketching something on them.