Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

When the Mongol vanguard rushed into the empty barbican, attempting to gain a foothold, the elite Xiangyang troops, who had been lying in wait in the secret passages, suddenly attacked from both sides.

Meanwhile, logs and stones rained down from the city walls, and torches were thrown into oil, instantly igniting towering flames that transformed the barbican into a living hell.

Lin Xuan's most crucial step was to suggest that Huang Rong use the art of Qimen Dunjia to accurately calculate the commanding position of the Mongol general.

Guo Jing personally took action, like a god descending from the heavens. With his unparalleled martial arts skills, he struck directly at the heart of the enemy, slaying the unsuspecting Mongol vanguard general.

The death of their commander caused the morale of the Mongol army, which was already engulfed in flames, to collapse instantly, plunging them into unprecedented chaos.

They scattered and fled like headless flies, only to be met by the Xiangyang surprise troops that Lin Xuan had predicted would emerge from the hidden tunnels.

Those underground tunnels that the Mongol army had overlooked became a powerful weapon for the Xiangyang army's counterattack.

Several elite squads sneaked out of the tunnels under cover of night and launched a surprise attack on the Mongol army's food supply lines and logistics camps.

The roaring bonfire illuminated half the night sky, and screams, sounds of fighting, and the deafening explosion of the granary rose and fell, echoing throughout the entire Mongol army camp.

The Mongol army suffered heavy losses overnight, and morale plummeted.

At dawn, as the sun's rays completely enveloped Xiangyang City, cheers of victory echoed both inside and outside the city.

The soldiers guarding the city wall had all their weariness washed away by ecstasy.

The people came out of their homes and, seeing the devastation of the Mongol army camp outside the city and hearing the news of victory from the front, wept with joy and knelt down to express their gratitude.

The atmosphere in the main hall of the Guo residence was completely different from the somber mood of yesterday.

The air was filled with the joy of victory, and Guo Jing's square face was now filled with a tired yet proud smile.

He patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder with his big hand, his tone full of praise: "Xuan'er! Your plans of 'luring the enemy into an empty city' and 'ambushing troops in tunnels' are truly ingenious! If it weren't for your reminder, how could we have imagined that the Mongol army would walk right into our trap!"

Huang Rong stood beside Guo Jing, wearing an elegant light pink silk robe.

The silk robe was soft and light, and with her movements, it gracefully outlined her beautiful curves: her full breasts rose and fell with each slight breath, and her slender waist looked even more captivating.

The silk robe, like soft clouds, clung to her exquisite body, outlining breathtakingly beautiful lines.

Her jet-black hair was loosely tied back with a single ribbon, with a few playful strands falling beside her alabaster cheeks, adding to her languid charm and indescribable allure.

She exuded a refined beauty and captivating charm, as if weathered by time. Her skin had a lustrous, jade-like sheen, and even without makeup, she was as radiant as a flower.

At this moment, her usually insightful and bright eyes were gently fixed on Lin Xuan.

Her lips curved slightly upward, forming a captivating smile, radiating undisguised approval and affection.

“Brother Jing is right.” Huang Rong’s voice carried an unprecedented lightness, like a clear spring flowing or a nightingale singing in a valley. “Xuan’er’s ingenious plan has truly turned the tide and saved the people.”

Lin Xuan felt the warmth in Huang Rong's gaze and Guo Jing's approval, and his heart cleared. He knew it was time to show his humility and loyalty.

He bowed respectfully, his tone sincere and earnest: "Master and Master are too kind. I have only put forward some rudimentary ideas. What truly makes these plans effective is Master's bravery and Master's strategic planning and unparalleled wisdom."

"If it weren't for my master's heroic battles and his overall strategic planning, all my theoretical strategies would have remained empty talk."

Lin Xuan's words were impeccable, giving all the credit to Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Guo Jing was overjoyed to hear this, scratched his head, and smiled憨厚ly: "Xuan'er, you're just too modest!"

Huang Rong's bright phoenix eyes shone brightly in the candlelight. She looked at Lin Xuan with admiration in her eyes, but also with an indescribable sense of pride, as if she were watching a rough gem she had nurtured finally bloom with dazzling light.

She gently raised her slender hand, her fingertips white as scallions, as if she wanted to pat Lin Xuan's shoulder, but in the end she only paused slightly before putting it down again.

This humility only deepened Huang Rong's affection for Lin Xuan.

She knew Lin Xuan was no ordinary man, yet he managed to attribute the credit to the commander-in-chief. This was not only a sign of intelligence, but also a rare quality and a broad perspective.

"What Xuan'er said makes sense." Huang Rong's tone was gentle, but her eyes clearly told Lin Xuan that she no longer had any doubts about his abilities.

In the following days, Xiangyang City and its surroundings were bustling with activity.

Although the Mongol army suffered heavy losses, it was still a formidable force and could not be completely defeated. Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and Lin Xuan must press their advantage, consolidate their gains, and plan for the next phase of defense.

Lin Xuan demonstrated his outstanding organizational and coordination skills.

Under the guidance of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, he was responsible for coordinating the intelligence exchange between the Beggars' Sect and the city's defense forces to ensure unimpeded communication.

He personally interrogated the captured Mongol spies, piecing together the organizational structure of the Mongol army through fragmented information from them and combining it with his knowledge from his previous life. He even deduced the identities of several highly hidden high-ranking Mongol spies.

His interrogation methods were not based on torture, but rather on psychological warfare and exploiting human weaknesses to gently coax and persuade them, often managing to extract crucial information from even the most stubborn spies.

Under Lin Xuan's guidance, Xiangyang successfully cleared several hidden Mongolian spies within the city, effectively preventing potential sabotage.

He also assisted Huang Rong in reorganizing and redistributing the city's supplies to ensure that every grain and every piece of military ration was used in the most rational way.

Even in terms of city wall repair, Lin Xuan could offer some novel suggestions to make the repair work more efficient and the repaired defenses more robust.

He was always so calm and composed, maintaining an extraordinary level of composure no matter how difficult the problem.

His thoughts were like a finely tuned machine, with every step carefully considered and every detail striving for perfection.

He was gentle yet gave clear instructions to his subordinates, and always maintained just the right amount of respect and humility towards Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

He never took credit for his victories, always attributing them to Guo Jing's bravery and Huang Rong's wisdom.

At a city defense meeting, an old general exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "With Madam Guo's help, Master Guo is like a tiger with wings. Now, with Young Master Lin's help, Xiangyang is truly blessed by heaven!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's beautiful face blossomed into an indescribable smile, her eyes sparkling with unparalleled elegance.

Her gaze toward Lin Xuan was filled with pride. In that gaze, there was not only appreciation for a junior, but also trust in a confidant, and even a hint of a woman's infatuation and longing for a man's talent.

She felt that Lin Xuan's presence lightened her burden considerably, and allowed her lonely heart, burdened with the heavy responsibility of planning, to find a safe harbor.

Lin Xuan's reputation began to spread rapidly throughout Xiangyang City.

"Have you heard? The last time the Mongol army suffered a great defeat, it was all thanks to the ingenious plan devised by Young Master Lin, Madam Guo's newly accepted disciple!"

"I thought he was just an ordinary scholar, but I never expected him to be so talented! No wonder Master Guo and Madam Guo look at him with such respect!"

“That Young Master Lin is truly extraordinary. I worked under him yesterday. When he assigned tasks, his words were gentle, yet every word he uttered was to the point, which was convincing.”

"Now everyone in the city calls him 'Little Zhuge Liang'! I think he's a hundred times better than those pedantic scholars who only know how to talk about war on paper!"

Similar discussions quietly circulated in the streets and alleys, taverns and teahouses of Xiangyang.

Lin Xuan's name went from that of an unknown beggar to that of "Little Zhuge Liang" in the mouths of soldiers and civilians, becoming a prominent figure in Xiangyang City.

This reputation was the solid foundation he laid for establishing himself in the Guo family and for his future schemes.

Huang Rong once overheard people praising Lin Xuan, and a gentle smile would unconsciously appear on her beautiful and refined face.

Chapter Eleven: Guo Fu's Favorability

Ever since being defeated by Lin Xuan, Guo Fu felt as if a heavy weight was pressing on her heart, and she was sullen and unhappy.

From the time she could remember, she was the center of attention. Her father, Guo Jing, cherished her like a precious jewel, and her mother, Huang Rong, though strict, also doted on her immensely.

She never imagined that she would lose to a junior brother who had only been a student for a few months, especially when she was using her internal energy and thought she had all the advantages.

What she found even harder to accept was that her mother's favor towards Lin Xuan had reached an unprecedented level.

She had seen Huang Rong and Lin Xuan talking quietly under the plum tree several times, and the appreciation and tenderness that shone in her mother's eyes were something she had never found in herself.

That unspoken understanding, unique to close friends, was like an invisible knife, leaving scratches on her spoiled and bright heart.

She even began to suspect that Lin Xuan had used some kind of magic to make her usually shrewd and wise mother look at him so differently.

These days, Guo Fu deliberately avoids Lin Xuan, either hiding in the house or going out as much as possible instead of staying at home.

She tried to put aside the frustration and humiliation in her heart, but those thoughts lingered.

However, Lin Xuan's calm, serene eyes, his seemingly humble yet unfathomable face, and the "unknown conditions" he left behind always kept her awake at night.

She hated Lin Xuan, hated his talent, hated his closeness, and hated even more that he made her mother's attention leave her.

At the same time, she couldn't deny that Lin Xuan possessed a unique charm that others didn't have.

That evening.

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Guo Fu rode back from her patrol outside the city. She wore a slender, emerald-green outfit that accentuated her shapely figure. Her agile movements and heroic bearing, combined with her delicate and beautiful face, made her truly youthful and lovely.

The horse's hooves clattered crisply as they trod the cobblestone path. Passing the drill ground, she hesitated for a moment, then finally reined in her horse and dismounted.

On the training ground, Lin Xuan was practicing basic fist and foot techniques alone in the afterglow of the setting sun.

His movements were not complicated, but each move exuded a simple yet powerful beauty.

His robes billowed and rustled with his movements, and he seemed to be enveloped in a faint yet undeniable magnetic aura.

That is the unique charm that the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique naturally exudes after absorbing the primordial Yin to nourish itself—masculine yet restrained, full of vitality.

Guo Fu originally only wanted to sneak a peek, but Lin Xuan seemed to sense something, slowly stopped his movements, and turned around.

The setting sun outlined a golden edge around him, making his face appear even more handsome in the half-light and half-shadow.

He saw Guo Fu, but there was no surprise in his eyes. He simply smiled slightly and respectfully cupped his hands, saying, "Senior Sister, you've had a hard day on patrol."

His voice was clear and gentle, without a trace of sarcasm or smugness, nor the fawning of those spoiled young men. This perfectly measured calmness, ironically, left Guo Fu with nowhere to vent her anger.

Guo Fu snorted and casually tossed the reins to a servant beside her, her pretty face full of arrogance: "You seem to have plenty of free time, and you even have the mind to practice your swordplay here."

Lin Xuan didn't respond to her words, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

He saw that her emerald green outfit was slightly damp with sweat, clinging to her skin and outlining her slender waist and full breasts, displaying a healthy and vibrant curve that was extremely alluring.

Her high ponytail was slightly disheveled from the wind, sand, and sweat, with a few strands playfully clinging to her smooth forehead, but this did not diminish her vibrancy and radiance; instead, it added a touch of wild beauty.

But deep within her bright, star-like eyes lay an undeniable weariness and unspoken worries.

"I wonder why you seem so uneasy today, Senior Sister? Did you encounter any trouble during your patrol?" Lin Xuan asked softly.

His voice carried a penetrating insight that seemed to see right through people; there was no blame in his tone, only a pure and natural concern.

Guo Fu was suddenly startled. No one could see through her thoughts.

Although her father, Guo Jing, loved her dearly, he was careless and sloppy; although her mother, Huang Rong, was clever and quick-witted, she carried heavy burdens every day, and she did not want to cause her mother any more trouble.

The brothers Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, on the other hand, only knew how to flatter her and were completely oblivious to her troubles.

She instinctively snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting?! What do I have to be upset about?" But her voice involuntarily lowered, revealing a weakness she herself didn't even realize.

Lin Xuan remained calm, simply walking slowly towards her and stopping a few steps away.

His gaze fell on her dusty boots and her tightly clenched hands, the red marks left on her fingers from the friction of the reins.

"Senior Sister's aura is slightly weak, and she has an injury on her palm. The horse's mane is also somewhat agitated. She must have encountered an unexpected situation today, and things didn't go as planned," Lin Xuan said slowly, his tone carrying a gentle sigh.

"Everyone says that Senior Sister is spoiled and willful, but they don't know that she also has heavy burdens and untold secrets in her heart."

His words struck Guo Fu's most vulnerable heartstrings with a blunt instrument.

All her pride, all her pretense, crumbled before Lin Xuan's seemingly calm yet incisive words. The feeling of being understood was both strange and powerful.

A look of shock flashed in Guo Fu's eyes. She looked up at Lin Xuan, her clear eyes seeming to see through all pretense.

A blush of shyness and confusion quickly appeared on her delicate cheeks, like a peach blossom just beginning to bloom.

"You...you stop talking nonsense!" she feigned anger, but her voice no longer had the confidence it had before.

"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just concerned about my senior sister." Lin Xuan's tone was gentle, without any sense of pressure.

He paused slightly, as if thinking about something, before speaking again: "Actually, when Senior Sister sparred with me last time, her moves weren't without merit. It's just that she made slight mistakes at certain key points of force application, which prevented her from fully unleashing her power."

He suddenly switched to martial arts, and Guo Fu was immediately drawn to it. After all, besides her parents' affection, what she cared about most was her martial arts skills.

"Don't give me that! Do you think I don't know you deliberately set a trap to make me lose so you can show off your skills?" Guo Fu's anger surged again as she recalled the martial arts competition.

Lin Xuan shook his head, a hint of regret on his face: "Senior Sister, you are mistaken. Victory or defeat is meaningless. The path of martial arts is endless. My suggestion not to compete based on internal strength was out of good intentions."

He walked to the center of the training ground and casually threw a punch. The punch was unpretentious, yet it carried an indescribable calmness and power.

"Senior Sister's whip kick just now, while seemingly swift and powerful, was actually executed too hastily, causing the force to disperse and lacking follow-up variations. If she had first built up her power before unleashing it, and then concealed a subtle shift in deception, its power would have far surpassed this. Just like..."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he slowly walked back to Guo Fu's side. He reached out and, seemingly unintentionally, gently placed his hand on her wrist, displaying the professionalism and focus of a mentor.

"Just like how Senior Sister exerts force with her wrist, if it's too forceful, it's easy to break. If you can subtly adjust the coordination between your fingertips and wrist at the moment of the attack, using soft strength to build up momentum before unleashing a powerful strike, you can achieve a balance of softness and strength, making your attacks unpredictable."

His fingertips were warm, and the warmth traveled through the thin sleeves of his clothes to Guo Fu's delicate, fair wrist. In that instant, a strange, tingling sensation spread from her wrist throughout her entire body.

Guo Fu felt her heart pounding faster, and the blush on her cheeks burned even brighter, reaching all the way to her ears.

Lin Xuan's voice was deep and magnetic, and he would lean slightly closer when giving instructions.

At this moment, Lin Xuan exuded an even richer, more sunny, and vibrant aura. It was the unique masculine energy of his body, nurtured by the Yin-Yang Supplementation Technique, mixed with a faint fragrance of soapberry, which made people unconsciously intoxicated.

Guo Fu could even feel his warm breath brushing against her ear as he breathed, bringing a tingling, itchy, and indescribably comfortable sensation that made her heart flutter.

She instinctively tried to break free, but Lin Xuan's fingertips, though seemingly gentle, carried a strange attraction that made it difficult for her to move away.

"Senior sister, please look..." Lin Xuan said, gently placing his other hand on Guo Fu's shoulder to adjust her center of gravity slightly.