The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Yes, that unique, mature scent, a mixture of body odor and breast fragrance.

Even if it has been washed more than a dozen times.

Yet it stubbornly clung to his fingertips, seeped into his nasal cavity, and reignited the evil fire within him that had not yet been completely extinguished.

"Tsk..."

Wang Meng smacked his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Believe it or not, although this Madam Wang, who is usually arrogant and ruthless, has a daughter who is already so grown up, she always puts on a cold and unapproachable demeanor.

However, her well-maintained body, its amazing softness and elasticity, and the unexpected voluptuousness and juiciness that appeared despite her rough treatment, were still as delightful and unforgettable as ever.

Especially those two snow-capped mountains that I had wantonly ravaged, not only did they feel wonderful to the touch, but they could even...

He licked his slightly dry lips, secretly savoring the unexpected "sweetness" in his heart.

However, what surprised and amused him even more was the tranquility within the villa at that moment.

He lay in bed, straining his ears to listen carefully to the sounds outside.

According to his expectations, Mantuo Villa should have been in complete chaos and brightly lit by now.

After all, the one who was humiliated was none other than Li Qingluo, the nominal mistress of Mantuo Manor!

Given her vindictive and ruthless nature, how could she possibly let such a humiliating defeat go unpunished?

This will inevitably trigger a cataclysmic upheaval.

However... after waiting for an hour, Wang Meng listened intently, but the entire Mantuo Manor still seemed unusually "peaceful".

Wang Meng frowned slightly.

This is not normal.

Did I overestimate Li Qingluo's reaction?

That woman is usually arrogant and domineering, and she can't stand being taken advantage of in the slightest.

Having been humiliated in such a way, given her temperament, it would be strange if she didn't turn the entire manor upside down.

Or perhaps... she was too ashamed of being treated that way by herself, especially of being caught in such an embarrassing situation in her private parts, and dared not make it public?

After all, if this kind of thing gets out, where will she, as "Madam Wang," put her face?

It's probably more painful than killing her.

Or perhaps she has other plans?

He secretly sent people to investigate, planning to kill him to silence him and eliminate any future trouble once they found out he was a "lecherous thief."

Wang Meng rolled over, facing the wall. In the darkness, his eyes gleamed with thoughtful light.

But soon, that cautious thought was replaced by a more direct and brutal idea.

"Hmph, who cares!"

He muttered something, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalant swagger.

"Anyway, I've already gotten the good deal. And that woman's taste...tsk tsk, she was really good."

Especially those big white rabbits, so soft and bouncy, they can even squirt water...hehe..."

He savored the enchanting moment, the feeling of trampling the high-and-mighty lady underfoot and toying with her at will—it was simply too exhilarating.

Even if they were caught now, they would be beaten to death with sticks.

It could be said that dying beneath the peony blossoms was a romantic death.

Instead of worrying about what's going on here and trying to figure out what that woman is thinking, you might as well get a good night's sleep.

Wang Meng yawned, stretched his body on the hard bed, and his bones made a slight "crackling" sound.

"I have to get up early to work tomorrow."

Carrying water, chopping wood, sweeping the yard... Damn it, this servant's life is truly inhuman.

He casually pulled the blanket over himself, covering most of his body. Soon, even breathing filled the air, mixed with Zhao Song's thunderous snoring, rising and falling in the simple servant's room.

As it turns out, Wang Meng's intuition, or rather his guess, was accurate.

For the next few days, the entire Mantuo Manor was indeed calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

The guards patrolled the manor as usual, and the maids and servants continued to busy themselves with their tasks.

The "accident" at the hot spring pavilion that night seemed like a small pebble thrown into a lake. Apart from causing a tiny ripple in the hearts of a very few people who knew about it, it quickly subsided and did not cause any waves in the vast Mantuo Mountain Villa.

Wang Meng continued to do those dirty and tiring chores in the kitchen every day, carrying water, chopping wood, and sweeping the courtyard. Occasionally, he would see Li Qingluo walking by surrounded by maids in the distance, and he would lower his head and pretend to work even harder, but he couldn't help but feel a strange thought in his heart, which was a little smug and exciting.

And just like that, another two weeks passed.

It was late at night.

Wang Meng sat deep within the garden.

Under the clear moonlight.

With his eyes closed, he was completely absorbed in the strange changes happening inside his body.

Unlike the slight warmth he felt in his dantian just over ten days ago, a small, thumb-sized flame, burning steadily and emitting an orange-red glow, has now successfully condensed deep within his lower abdomen.

This is the unique "sacred fire" prototype that comes after successfully cultivating the first level of the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique". It is also his greatest reliance for future survival and even revenge!

"Refining essence into qi, refining essence into qi..."

Wang Meng repeatedly pondered these four words from the general outline of the cultivation technique. Combining them with his tireless exploration and experience over the past half month, he had gained a profound understanding of the core essence of this technique, a hundred times more profound than before: "The so-called 'essence' is fundamentally the life force hidden in a person's qi, blood, bone marrow, and even the seven emotions and six desires!"

Ordinary martial arts merely utilize the rudimentary strength of muscles, bones, and skin, but the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique" is entirely different!

A surge of realization and ecstasy welled up within him: "It actually uses an almost predatory and domineering method to forcibly extract, gather, and compress this life force that permeates the entire body and is usually ethereal and imperceptible, from the limbs, bones, and internal organs, ultimately condensing it into a 'sacred fire true energy' that carries the intent to incinerate all things!"

With a constant stream of luck.

The sacred fire energy, with its domineering and aggressive nature, travels through the limbs and bones, bringing a burning and stinging sensation as if being scorched by a raging fire wherever it goes.

But what followed was an indescribable sense of comfort and power, as if every cell in the body was being baptized by this true energy and was bursting with vitality.

Wang Meng could even "see" that his originally somewhat withered muscle fibers, nourished by this true energy, were becoming thicker and tougher at a visible speed, full of explosive power.

"No wonder..."

Wang Meng muttered to himself, a hint of fear and relief flashing in his eyes: "Before I awakened that so-called 'mystery in the womb,' I would have gone into qi deviation if I had cultivated this 'Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique,' ultimately ending up with my meridians damaged and suffering a tragic fate of qi deviation!"

Before awakening to the mystery of the opening, due to a lack of tempering one's own foundation, the body's foundation was already weak, and the vitality was in a state of long-term deficiency.

In that situation, it would be a pipe dream to think that one could forcibly condense "sacred fire" and break through the first level of "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique" by relying solely on the negligible life force contained in the pills distributed by the Ming Cult to its disciples!

It would be truly miraculous if it didn't lead to qi deviation and damage to one's foundation!

"Accumulating abundant life force... Yes, this is the true key to cultivating the 'Bright Venerable Sacred Fire Technique'!"

Wang Meng's mind was perfectly clear.

This technique is essentially an extreme exploitation and transformation of life's potential.

If one's own "oil well" is dry and there is not enough "crude oil" to refine, yet one fantasizes about igniting a "raging sacred fire," it is tantamount to drinking poison to quench thirst and courting one's own destruction.

But now, the situation is completely different!

A confident yet cruel smile unconsciously crept onto Wang Meng's lips. Because he possessed the incredible advantage of having "thirteen kidneys"!

Excessive energy represents a vitality far exceeding that of ordinary people!

For Wang Meng, as long as he can ensure sufficient food intake and a sufficient source of energy for his body, his vitality is like an inexhaustible treasure trove, which he can draw upon at will!

Under such "cheating" physical conditions, breaking through the first level of the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique" was simply a natural and effortless feat!

He even had a feeling that if it weren't for the fact that it was his first time studying the technique and his understanding of it wasn't thorough enough, and he needed to spend time figuring it out and adapting to it, he probably would have been able to successfully condense the first wisp of "sacred fire" a few days ago!

Just as he was basking in the joy of his initial mastery of martial arts, a rumbling sound from his stomach rang out again at an inopportune moment.

Although the cultivation of the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique" is progressing rapidly, it also consumes a great deal of energy from the body. At this moment, Wang Meng felt that his stomach was empty and hunger was surging like a tide.

Wang Meng opened his eyes and saw that the eastern sky was already showing a hint of dawn, with the first light of day breaking and the faint sound of roosters crowing.

"Is it almost dawn...?"

He smacked his lips and gave up on his plan to go back to the kitchen to find some more food.

At this moment, the kitchen must be bustling with activity, so trying to sneak in now would be too risky.

He got out of bed and stretched his muscles, which were stiff from sitting cross-legged for a long time. He felt an explosive power coursing through his body, making him feel like a completely different person compared to yesterday.

He casually put on a coarse cloth outer garment and prepared to return to the servants' quarters.

To his surprise, as soon as he reached the low gate of the servants' quarters, he saw several maids dressed in matching pink and green outfits hurrying toward the servants' quarters.

The maids obviously spotted Wang Meng as soon as he returned. Seeing that his clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, and his body was covered with dew and mud, as if he had just returned from the wilderness, their faces immediately darkened.

The leader was a maidservant. She raised her eyebrows, widened her almond-shaped eyes, and asked sharply without any politeness, "Wang Meng!"

"You rascal, instead of resting peacefully in your room in the middle of the night, have you forgotten the rules of the manor?"

Her voice was shrill and piercing, carrying a condescending questioning tone, which drew the attention of the other maids, who all looked at Wang Meng with disdain and hostility.

Wang Meng cursed inwardly, but dared not show the slightest disrespect on his face. He quickly bowed and scraped, putting on an honest and simple appearance, and said with a smile, "Sisters, please don't be angry. I... I just had an upset stomach last night and went to the toilet a few times. I didn't mean to wander around outside."

He even let out a few loud farts as he spoke.

Upon hearing his words and the series of loud farts, the maids' faces immediately revealed an undisguised look of disgust.

The head maidservant even fanned her nose with a handkerchief in disgust, as if Wang Meng were covered in something filthy, and frowned, saying, "Hmph! So you went to have diarrhea. Look at you, all filthy!"

The head maid simply waved her hand impatiently and said, "Never mind!"

You're lucky, you bastard!

"We have distinguished guests at the manor today. The Madam has ordered us to deliver a message: you servants, stop lingering here!"

She paused, cleared her throat, raised her voice, and shouted at the servants' quarters whose doors were still tightly closed: "Get up, all of you! Stop lying there like corpses!"

Distinguished guests are arriving at the villa today. The madam has ordered everyone to immediately begin cleaning the courtyard and surrounding area!

If you are late and anger the lady, you'll be in for a beating!

Her voice sounded particularly loud in the courtyard in the early morning.

Soon, the doors to the servants' quarters were pushed open one after another. Mei, Mei Yong, was in Lin Kongmei, not thinking...