The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The internal energy cultivation of the Emei School is indeed a harmonious blend of Yin and Yang, combining strength and gentleness.

This time, I asked the nun and her disciple Zhiruo to work together again, and they successfully removed the evil energy from my body.

In that instant, Yin Susu's brain seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt from the heavens, making it buzz.

The master and disciple acted together?

Is the teacher considered Yang and the student Yin?

Yin Susu prided herself on her illegitimate birth and her unbridled behavior. She had seen countless lewd and evil practices, including the practice of sexual cultivation. Even the most dissolute elder in the Ming Cult could not come up with such a high-sounding yet utterly shameful excuse!

What do you mean by relieving evil energy? This is clearly about playing with the master first, then the disciple, or even... master and disciple playing together in front of the disciple!

'What a prestigious and upright sect!'

What a ruthless nun!

In an instant, an absurd thought surged in Yin Susu's mind: 'I never thought that you righteous pillars who spout benevolence and morality would be so much more playful and open-minded than us demonic cultists!' This thought was as fast as lightning, but what followed was an even colder and more piercing fear.

wrong!

Wang Meng's gaze remained fixed on him from beginning to end!

His seemingly casual words, every single one, seemed to be probing something with hidden meaning.

Fang Yanqing's icy face showed not a trace of surprise or astonishment, only a numb, matter-of-fact indifference.

This suggests that... this so-called "alleviation of evil energy" is likely not the first time for the master and disciple!

So, when Wang Meng brings up the old matter again, he specifically mentions "the master and his disciple," and his intention is obvious—he has already seen through his disguise!

He wasn't speaking to the real Zhou Zhiruo at all; he was speaking to himself!

Upon understanding this, a bone-chilling coldness shot from Yin Susu's tailbone straight to the top of her head.

She knew she had been completely exposed.

Absolutely impossible!

Should we sit idly by and wait to be humiliated?

It's even more painful than killing her!

Since we're going to die anyway, then... let's fight!

A resolute and ruthless glint flashed in Yin Susu's eyes.

Between her drooping, trembling fingertips, several fine silver needles, coated with deadly poison, had silently slipped out like the forked tongues of a venomous snake.

Although her skills were not yet at the innate level, her years of experience in using hidden weapons and her life-or-death combat techniques made her extremely ruthless.

She had calculated clearly that the distance between herself and Wang Meng was only a few feet. As long as she suddenly attacked and shot all the poisoned needles at Wang Meng and Fang Yanqing's unguarded face, throat and other vital points with lightning speed, even if she couldn't kill him, it would be enough to make him flustered and create a chance for her to live!

In the blink of an eye, Yin Susu had calculated every single detail.

Her wild heart, belonging to the Saintess of the Eagle, began to beat violently.

It's now!

Just as murderous intent flashed in Yin Susu's eyes and she was about to exert force with her wrist—Wang Meng moved.

He didn't even change his posture; only the playful smile on his lips grew stronger and more cruel.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye and seemingly capable of shattering the air itself, suddenly erupted from his lower body!

Yin Susu felt a blur before her eyes, and a thick, ferocious "thing" with a dark golden color, its veins bulging like coiled dragons, and emitting a sulfurous scorching aura, tore through the air and ripped through her clothes with a speed and power that completely exceeded her imagination, like a giant battering ram, viciously crashing into her!

what is that?

Is it a weapon?

Is it a magic weapon?

Do not!

That's...that's...

Yin Susu's pupils contracted to their maximum size in that instant!

Her murderous intent, which was about to lash out, was instantly overwhelmed by boundless, pure fear!

She saw it clearly!

In that instant, Yin Susu finally saw through Wang Meng's true methods.

That was no ordinary weapon, but a masculine object formed from the scorching true energy within his body! This object was thicker than a normal person's arm and leg, and its length was terrifying. Under the infusion of innate true energy, its entire body shone with a strange luster, as if cast in gold.

Its veins bulge out, like a dragon coiled around; the top is swollen into a deep purple, with faint wisps of hot white steam rising from it.

This object has transcended the mundane world, comparable to a celestial treasure. It appears soft, but is actually incredibly hard. It is truly a supreme divine weapon for subduing demons and monsters!

Before Yin Susu could react, the object infused with true energy struck like lightning. Before she could even release the poisoned needle from her fingertip, the sound of metal shattering filled the air.

Even the finest steel needles were as fragile as tofu before this object, shattering instantly!

Then, Yin Susu felt as if she had been hit head-on by a raging prehistoric beast!

An indescribable, devastating force, mixed with a scorching and domineering innate pure yang energy, suddenly erupted from her lower abdomen!

Her hard-earned internal strength, cultivated over a decade, was utterly powerless against that domineering true energy. It was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, unable to offer even the slightest resistance. It was instantly crushed, dispersed, and evaporated completely!

She felt as if a red-hot hammer had slammed into her dantian, instantly draining her of all strength. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Her body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the cabin door behind her with a dull thud.

Then, like a lump of mud, it slid down the door panel and collapsed onto the cold deck.

Quiet.

Deathly silence.

The only sounds in the air were Yin Susu's rapid and painful breathing, and the soft "sizzling" sound of her blood falling onto the deck.

She struggled to lift her head, but she couldn't muster any strength at all.

Her vision was blurred, and all she could see was Wang Meng's tall figure, like a god or demon, slowly walking towards her.

All she could see was the Vajra pestle, which had just crippled her martial arts, still standing menacingly, radiating a scorching heat, and resembling a monster.

The magic pestle swayed slightly as Wang Meng moved, and it was even stained with a few drops of her freshly spit-out blood.

The interplay of red and gold created a terrifying scene filled with violence, depravity, and conquest—a scene she would never forget.

Fang Yanqing, standing to the side, remained like an emotionless puppet throughout.

She simply watched all of this quietly, her exquisitely beautiful face remaining expressionless.

It was as if the one whose martial arts had been crippled was not a living person, but merely an inconvenient ant.

Wang Meng walked up to Yin Susu, looking down at her with a playful and teasing gaze, his deep eyes filled with a hint of a cat playing with a mouse.

"You dare to attack me in front of me? You've got some nerve."

His voice was like the whisper of a demon king from the depths of hell: "It's just a pity... your brain isn't very sharp."

You think you can pull off any tricks against me with your mediocre skills?

A strong, masculine scent, thick with the burning smell of sulfur, wafted over her, making Yin Susu feel her very soul tremble.

"Now!"

Wang Meng reached out and roughly grabbed Yin Susu's chin, forcing her to raise her head and look him in the eye: "Let's see who you really are."

Yin Susu's pupils dilated with fear, and her throat went dry.

She felt all the internal energy in her meridians and bones vanish like mud into the sea, completely shattered by that blow.

At this moment, she was nothing more than a weak woman with no strength to even kill a chicken, not even as good as an ordinary maid.

Wang Meng's eyes were sharp and fierce as he scanned Yin Susu's face inch by inch.

A cruel smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Interesting...it really isn't that girl."

Having said that, he grabbed Yin Susu by the collar and lifted her up like a chick. Yin Susu felt the world spin, her vision went black, and then she heard a loud bang.

Wang Meng had already kicked open the door to Zhao Min's cabin and thrown her in like a piece of trash!

"what!"

Yin Susu let out a scream and fell heavily onto the cabin floor.

Ignoring the excruciating pain, she forced herself to lift her head, meeting Zhao Min's eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Zhao Min was originally leaning lazily on the bed, playing with a golden object in her hand—it was that golden thing.

She seemed to be admiring this humiliating plaything.

He pondered how to use it as "witness" for future revenge.

But when she saw clearly who had been thrown in, and then saw the tall, imposing figure at the door, she realized...

Shock, astonishment, fear... countless emotions flashed through her bright eyes in that instant, like a revolving lantern.

Wang Meng strode into the cabin, his tall figure almost casting shadows over the entire room. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

He grabbed Yin Susu's hair, roughly pulled her face towards him, and then asked in an almost gentle, emotionless tone, "Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

Then, he suddenly threw Yin Susu's head back, turned to Zhao Min, and a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Princess, it seems you really are a hot commodity!"

I just wonder, what did you and she talk about just now?

Zhao Min's body stiffened slightly, but her reaction was extremely quick.

He immediately forced himself to remain calm, glanced contemptuously at Yin Susu who was slumped on the ground, and said arrogantly, "I forgot, you should ask her yourself!"

"Okay, then I'll ask myself!"

Wang Meng casually picked up a chair and sat down with an air of authority, his unfathomable eyes scanning back and forth between Yin Susu and Zhao Min.

At that moment, a moon-white figure, like a ghost, silently drifted into the cabin.

Fang Yanqing remained expressionless, but a careful observer could notice a strange glint in her usually aloof and icy phoenix eyes.

But the beautiful Taoist nun had no intention of getting involved and simply walked to the side on her own.

Her posture was as if she were watching a farce that had nothing to do with her.