Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Inside the stone chamber, Lin Xuan was talking to Xiaolongnu, who nestled quietly in his arms like a docile kitten.

"Long'er, it's getting late, go and rest." Lin Xuan gently stroked her soft, long hair.

Little Dragon Girl shook her head, her clear eyes gazing towards the tomb entrance, and whispered, "Senior Sister Li hasn't returned yet."

Although she was aloof, she still cared for her fellow disciple.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

A series of rapid and chaotic whooshing sounds, coming from afar and getting closer, suddenly shattered the tranquility of Zhongnan Mountain!

Immediately afterwards, a suppressed, pained, and panicked scolding voice rang out clearly:

"Who goes there!?"

It's Li Mochou's voice!

The little dragon girl in his arms was also startled and was about to get up, but Lin Xuan held her down.

"Stay here and don't go out."

Lin Xuan's voice was calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic. Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the stone chamber like a wisp of smoke, so fast that not even a shadow remained.

Outside the ancient tomb, the moonlight, like water, illuminated the entire mountain forest in a cool and serene atmosphere.

At this moment, Li Mochou was in an extremely disheveled state.

Her apricot-yellow Taoist robe was stained with specks of blood, and a trace of crimson clung to the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had suffered a serious internal injury. Her cold and beautiful face was now filled with fear and horror, her breathing rapid, as she exerted all her strength to use her lightness skill to rush towards the entrance of the ancient tomb.

Even in such a disheveled state, her innate aloof beauty remained undiminished.

Behind her, about ten feet away, a white figure was walking slowly.

She was a woman with a graceful figure and slender posture, dressed in a snow-white robe that perfectly outlined her exquisite curves. Her face was covered by a thin white silk veil, obscuring her features. But from her elegant gait and the radiance she exuded, one could tell that she was an absolutely stunning beauty.

Her pace was slow, each step as leisurely and elegant as a stroll in a garden.

Strangely, no matter how hard Li Mochou tried to gather her inner strength and push her lightness skill to its limit, she was still unable to widen the distance between herself and the woman.

The woman followed leisurely behind her, like a cat playing with a mouse, her eyes filled with mockery and cold killing intent.

This invisible pressure is more mentally devastating than direct combat.

Li Mochou felt her internal energy rapidly depleting, and the injury to her chest became increasingly severe under the surge of true energy, while a sweet taste rose in her throat.

She knew that the other party was toying with her, and that once her inner strength was exhausted, it would be her death.

Just as despair welled up in her heart, a familiar figure appeared beside her without warning, like a ghost.

"Lin Xuan!"

Upon seeing who it was, Li Mochou gasped in surprise, a complex mix of emotions instantly welling up in her icy eyes.

Lin Xuan didn't look at her; his deep gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing straight at the white figure behind him.

Almost simultaneously, the woman in white seemed to lose patience with the suddenly appearing "rat." Her seemingly slow steps paused slightly, and then her right hand rose lightly, her white sleeve fluttering without wind, as she struck Li Mochou in the back with a palm strike from a distance!

This palm strike, seemingly gentle and weak, contained a terrifying force that could overwhelm mountains and seas. Even before the palm wind arrived, it made the surrounding air thick and sticky.

"Watch out!" Li Mochou exclaimed in horror.

Lin Xuan, however, neither dodged nor avoided. He pulled Li Mochou behind him and raised his right palm to meet the attack.

"boom!"

The two palms did not actually touch.

Two completely different, yet equally domineering palm forces collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a muffled, thunderous roar!

A visible shockwave suddenly spread outwards from the two people.

The ground beneath our feet was cracked inch by inch, the surrounding trees were snapped in half, and gravel and grass clippings flew everywhere.

"Kick! Kick! Kick!"

Lin Xuan's body trembled violently, and he uncontrollably took three steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard rocky ground.

He felt a surge of yin-like, vast internal energy rushing into his arm. If it weren't for the extremely yang and resilient innate true qi within his body, he would have suffered a great loss from just this one palm strike.

For the first time, a solemn expression appeared in Lin Xuan's eyes.

Since he mastered the innate true qi, this is the first time in the world that someone has been able to slightly defeat him with just palm force!

Opposite him, the woman in white also swayed, her seemingly leisurely steps disrupted for the first time.

On her face, which was covered by white silk, a look of surprise was also revealed in her phoenix eyes.

Although she didn't use her full strength in this palm strike, she still used about 70-80% of her power, and she was confident that very few people in the martial arts world could withstand it.

But the young man in front of me, who looked so young, not only caught the attack but also only took three steps back, and seemed to have not been seriously injured.

A storm raged in both of their hearts.

Lin Xuan asked gently, "Who are you?"

The woman in white did not answer, but instead let out a delicate laugh. The laugh was clear and melodious, yet it carried a chilling coldness.

"That's interesting."

Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared from the spot!

The next moment, white phantoms, like ghosts under the moon, enveloped Lin Xuan from all directions!

Each phantom carried a sharp killing intent, with finger strikes and palm shadows sweeping in from all directions!

Lin Xuan was not careless in the slightest. He combined the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual with his innate true qi and the enhanced senses from the Yin-Yang Completion Technique, and calmly dealt with the situation.

In an instant, figures crisscrossed the arena, and energy radiated from all directions.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.

The more they fought, the more shocked both sides became.

Lin Xuan discovered that his opponent's martial arts style was elegant and agile, yet exceptionally ruthless. Every move contained endless variations and was incredibly exquisite.

The woman in white was even more terrified.

This young man's martial arts were sometimes fierce and unparalleled, with expansive and powerful movements; at other times, they were subtle and unpredictable, with endless variations. Although his moves were clearly complex, he perfectly integrated them in a profound way, without any sense of stagnation.

What's even more terrifying is that his internal energy seems inexhaustible, and he becomes stronger the more he fights!

If we continue fighting, even if we win, we will probably have to pay a heavy price.

Thinking of this, the woman in white was the first to stop her attack. With a sway of her body, she gracefully retreated ten feet and stood steadily on a pine tree branch, looking down at Lin Xuan.

"To possess such martial arts skills at such a young age is truly remarkable!" She parted her lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of admiration, but more so a condescending scrutiny.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Xuan." Lin Xuan announced his name, his inner energy circulating silently, ready to deal with the next attack at any moment.

“Lin Xuan…” the woman in white murmured the name, then her phoenix eyes lit up and she smiled, “So it’s you, the young hero who annihilated the Mongol wolf cavalry outside Xiangyang City, Lin Xuan.”

"Rumors in the martial arts world say you are a chivalrous person and a rising star of the righteous path. How come you've ended up with a female demon who betrayed her sect and killed without hesitation?" Her tone was full of sarcasm.

Lin Xuan did not answer the question. Instead, he took the initiative and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder what Mo Chou did to provoke such a peerless master as you to personally hunt him down? Could you please explain?"

The woman in white sneered, "She killed several of my capable subordinates. A life for a life is only right! Why can't I take her life?"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow: "If you insist on killing her, senior, I will absolutely not agree."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable firmness.

"Oh?" The woman in white's voice turned playful. "You? Boy, I admit your martial arts are not bad, but you're still too green to protect someone from me!"

"Besides," she changed her tone, a hint of reminiscence and disdain in her voice, "back then, I had some connections with Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect. If she were here, I might have given her some face. But now, she's not here. This Li Mochou is nothing but a traitor among her disciples. What does my killing her have to do with the Ancient Tomb Sect? What does it have to do with you?"

Lin Chaoying!

Hearing this name, and then thinking of the other person's unfathomable martial arts skills and incomparably arrogant demeanor...

As a transmigrator, Lin Xuan had a flash of inspiration!

A name that fits perfectly comes to mind.

He asked, "Senior, is your surname Li?"

The woman in white on the pine branch stiffened almost imperceptibly.

"Oh? How did you know?" There was a hint of surprise in her voice.

Lin Xuan was almost certain of his guess.

He stared intently at the other person and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Your esteemed name, could it be... Li Qiu Shui?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in white trembled violently.

A chilling killing intent erupted from her body in an instant, like a tangible cold current, freezing the air within a radius of dozens of feet.

Her phoenix eyes, hidden behind the white silk, stared intently at Lin Xuan, filled with disbelief, horror, and intense killing intent!

Apart from a few mortal enemies and a handful of trusted confidants, no one in the world knew his name.

How did this young boy find out?

Seeing the other party's strong reaction, Lin Xuan knew that he had guessed correctly.

He said loudly, "So it is Senior Li from the Free and Unfettered Sect. I am sorry for my disrespect. Senior's martial arts are superb, and I admire you greatly."

Then, changing the subject, he said sincerely, "Since Mo Chou killed your subordinate, she has committed a crime and should naturally make amends. She is my woman, and I will take responsibility for this. I hope that you will spare her life for my sake."

She is my woman.

These six words struck Li Mochou's heart like a thunderbolt!

She stood there blankly behind Lin Xuan, staring incredulously at his seemingly incredibly reliable back.

What was she? She was his servant, a tool for him to vent his desires, a plaything he forcibly possessed with domineering means... That was always her belief.

Over the years, she had grown accustomed to being alone in the martial world, accustomed to relying solely on herself to face any danger. She hadn't felt that sense of being protected for far too long, so long that she had almost forgotten it.

But now...

This man, who was usually so brutal and cruel to her, forcing her to do all sorts of shameful things, unhesitatingly protected her behind him when faced with such a formidable enemy.

She even said to his face that she was his woman.

An indescribable, scalding warmth suddenly surged from the deepest part of her heart, instantly spreading throughout her body and dispelling all the cold and fear.

At this moment, a crack appeared in her heart, which had long been hardened by hatred and coldness.

Something was growing uncontrollably and wildly from within that crack.

It was a feeling she thought she would never have again in her life... called "love".

"Your woman?"

Li Qiushui snapped out of her shock and let out a disdainful laugh.

"What arrogance! You'll take the blame for her? What will you offer to take the blame? What will you offer to compensate me?"

Her tone was full of disdain: "Wealth and honor? Rare treasures? Divine martial arts manuals? Do you think I would lack these things?"

Faced with her questioning, Lin Xuan remained unusually calm.

He looked at Li Qiushui and slowly said something she never expected.

"I can heal the wound on your face, senior."

Dead silence!!!

The air seemed to freeze completely in that instant.

The murderous aura that Li Qiushui had just restrained erupted out more violently than ever before!

"What did you say!?"

Her voice was no longer clear and crisp, but had become sharp, hoarse, and filled with endless resentment and madness!

"Kid! Don't spout nonsense and talk rubbish!"

The scars on her face were the greatest pain of her life!

How did this kid know?

Facing her gaze that seemed to tear him apart, Lin Xuan said clearly, word by word, "I, Lin Xuan, always keep my word. If I say I can cure it, I definitely can."

Li Qiushui's exquisite body trembled slightly uncontrollably in the night breeze.