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This humiliation was a thousand times worse than death for her!
Despite her inner turmoil, Lan Fenghuang felt a sudden numbness throughout her body, and she could no longer mobilize any of her inner energy, collapsing limply into Wang Meng's arms.
“I told you, I like taming prey.”
Wang Meng lowered his head and whispered in her ear, his breath warm: "Your poison skills are so powerful."
Why not use poison techniques?
Instead of carrying her to the bed, he strode forward and slammed her onto the cold stone table in the courtyard!
Instead of tearing her clothes, he reached out a large, iron-like hand and, through her fiery red outfit, pressed it against her flat, smooth lower abdomen.
"Weren't you going to consecrate my divine weapon?"
Wang Meng's voice was full of mockery, "Then I'll first use my 'Heavenly Wrath True Qi' to... break your arrogant cultivation!"
Before he finished speaking, a scorching, domineering, and supremely majestic pure yang energy, like an awakened raging dragon, burst into his palm!
"Ah!" Blue Phoenix let out a shrill scream!
"I kill you!"
An unprecedented surge of shame, anger, and resentment instantly overwhelmed Lan Fenghuang's reason.
She broke through the acupoint blockade, and the remaining true energy in her body gathered on her right palm. Her five fingernails turned as black as ink and condensed into the extremely vicious "Mysterious Yin Bone-Shattering Claw". She grabbed at Wang Meng's lower groin at an extremely tricky angle!
She wanted to completely crush the foundation of the man who had destroyed everything she had!
However, before her venomous claws could even touch Wang Meng's body, they crashed into an invisible, indestructible protective barrier!
That desperate scream tore a shrill gash through the night sky, then abruptly ended.
Lan Fenghuang's eyes widened as she watched helplessly as her once slender, jade-like right arm was rapidly swallowed by a layer of deathly blackness. She could clearly feel the "Mysterious Yin Poison Qi" flowing back in, like a runaway demon, surging wildly up her meridians, heading straight for her heart!
She had cultivated poison skills for decades and knew the consequences of this poison's backlash—first, her meridians would be severed, then her internal organs would turn into black liquid, and finally, in endless pain, she would turn into a charred, dried-up human body.
It’s over.
This thought, like a block of ancient ice, instantly froze all her thoughts.
She could even smell a faint, rotten, burnt odor emanating from her own flesh and blood.
However, just as she was feeling utterly hopeless and awaiting the ultimate, heart-wrenching pain, an unexpected turn of events occurred.
The large hand that had been pressing on her dantian, which had been as domineering as an erupting volcano, not only did not move away, but instead emitted an even more profound and pure pure yang energy from its palm!
This subsequent surge of true energy was completely different from the devastating "Heavenly Wrath True Qi" of before. It was no longer a raging, furious dragon, but rather more like a disciplined and majestic royal army, marching in with overwhelming force into her land, which was already rife with rebellion and on the verge of collapse!
Blue Phoenix felt a jolt run through her body.
The "mysterious yin poison" that was about to rush into her heart meridian was instantly cut off, suppressed, and rendered immobile by this "royal army" as if it had encountered its nemesis, a chaotic army!
To her astonishment, Wang Meng's Heavenly Wrath True Qi had split into countless strands within her body, like numerous well-trained hunting dogs, precisely chasing, biting, and surrounding the mixed toxins that were running rampant within her body due to the backlash. She had been practicing the Five Immortals Sect's techniques, and her body was already a collection of hundreds of poisons.
Normally, she barely maintains a delicate balance with her own inner energy, like a jester walking on a tightrope, controlling a group of ferocious beasts that could devour their master at any moment.
The backlash from the true energy just now was because these beasts had completely lost control and were trying to tear their master to pieces.
But now, Wang Meng's Heavenly Wrath True Qi is like an iron-fisted emperor who has the final say.
He forcibly took over all the "territory" within her body. Instead of simply exterminating those "traitors," he used an inconceivable and exquisite method to forcibly sort, classify, and arrange them!
The coldest elements were neutralized and neutralized by his extreme yang energy.
The most intense force was enveloped and sealed by his gentle strength.
Those strange, invisible poisonous energies were forced back into the depths of their original lurking acupoints by his dignified imperial pressure, trembling and no longer daring to move an inch.
For Lan Fenghuang, this process was an unprecedented experience, a mixture of pain and strange tranquility.
She felt as if she had become a piece of stubborn iron being repeatedly hammered and tempered by a master craftsman, and the impurities in her body were being forced out and removed little by little.
It was a complete and utter purification from which there was no resistance.
After an unknown amount of time, when the last trace of rampant poison gas was suppressed, Lan Fenghuang was horrified to find that the terrifying blackness on her right arm had completely faded away, restoring its ivory-like smoothness. However, she could no longer feel any flow of true energy beneath her skin.
Although her broken finger bones were still broken, the excruciating pain had disappeared.
She survived. This man, in a way more humiliating than killing her, dragged her back from the brink of death!
Wang Meng slowly withdrew his hand, looking down at her stunningly beautiful face filled with shock, humiliation, and bewilderment, a playful smile playing on his lips.
“Your little gadgets are all obedient now,” his voice, like a devil’s whisper, rang in her ear. “Without my permission, they dare not cause trouble again.”
He had barely finished speaking when he gave her no chance to catch her breath.
He bent down and ripped open the already disheveled bright red bodice of her dress, completely exposing her snow-white breasts, which had been trembling from the life-or-death struggle, to the cold moonlight.
He had barely finished speaking when he gave her no chance to catch her breath.
With a tearing sound, he bent down and ripped open the already disheveled bright red bodice of her dress.
The final barrier turned into scattered shreds of cloth, and the pair of snow-white, full breasts, which had been trembling from the life-or-death struggle, were completely exposed to the cold moonlight, like two warm and holy jade mountains.
What's truly breathtaking is the view from the summit of Jade Mountain.
At that moment, a silent clash of ice and fire was taking place at those two peaks.
Blue Phoenix's own Xuan Yin Poison Qi, extremely Yin and cold, instinctively contracted, condensing the two crimson beads into a pair of budding, dark plum blossoms, exuding an almost melancholic deep purple, as hard as ice crystals, and chilling to the bone.
However, the Heavenly Wrath True Qi that Wang Meng channeled into her body was extremely yang and fierce, like molten lava from the earth's core, irresistibly scorching this extremely cold land from the inside out.
Then, a ring of hot, vibrant red hue spread around the deep purple bud, like a bonfire burning in the snow, or like a frozen volcano on the verge of eruption.
Ice and fire, two extreme forms of toxicity and power, have reached a strange balance in this small space.
Those two originally soft peaks now present an extremely contradictory color and texture: the core is an icy, dark purple, and the outer ring is a blazing, fiery red.
Each slight tremor was like the mournful cry of ice in boiling oil, detonating a silent roar deep within Blue Phoenix's senses, leaving her unable to distinguish whether it was extreme pain or an unspeakable, utterly conquered pleasure.
Wang Meng's gaze lingered briefly on the strange spectacle of ice and fire intertwined, but his eyes showed no trace of fascination; instead, they revealed an all-knowing indifference.
Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, and his rough, large hand covered one of the snow-capped peaks without warning.
"Well……"
Lan Fenghuang let out a muffled groan, her body trembling violently.
Wang Meng's palm was like a red-hot branding iron. The Heavenly Wrath True Qi in his palm instantly aroused the remaining Xuan Yin Poison in her body, making her feel as if she was being repeatedly tortured in both ice and flames.
However, this is not the end.
His iron-like fingers showed no mercy, but rather a tyrannical scrutiny and control as he kneaded her skin with a firm but not too heavy touch.
Each time the fingertip rubbed against the hard, icy purple bud, it was as if grinding a rare gemstone, both rough and precise, forcing more scalding red to seep out from beneath the cold purple.
This kneading, devoid of any seductive desire, is more like a tiger inspecting its spoils, asserting ownership in the most direct way, domineering and leaving no room for argument.
Lan Fenghuang bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled. Her body instinctively wanted to curl up, but it was firmly suppressed by that powerful true energy. She could only helplessly endure this desecration that carried the meaning of conquest.
Every tremor she felt, every gasp that escaped from between her teeth, seemed to be writing a decadent footnote to his domineering behavior.
After a long while, Wang Meng seemed to finally lose interest and casually let go of her hand.
His hand, which had just been defiled the cult leader's sacred body, casually reached into his robes, pulled out a thick stack of silver notes, and tossed them with a "thud" onto Lan Fenghuang's bare chest and abdomen.
He looked down at her, his tone calm yet carrying the force of thunder, and slowly said, "Fairy Lan, I know you invited me here not for the two hundred thousand taels of silver, nor to sleep with me, or for me to sleep with you."
You might genuinely want to kill me, or you might want to ask me for a favor.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, his gaze sharp as a sword, as if he wanted to dissect her internal organs: "Tsk, I don't care."
Because in this world, no one can scheme against me, and no one can control me.
No one will do!
"However," he changed the subject, "your Five Poisons Sect helped me, and I, Wang Meng, will remember this favor."
Therefore, I will save your life today and give you two hundred thousand taels of silver. Then we will be even!
After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the cave without looking back, leaving only his resolute words echoing in the empty courtyard.
"Farewell!"
Chapter 63: What will the gold filling be?
Before dawn, the sky was like a huge piece of cold, bluish-gray jade, with only a sliver of pale light stubbornly tearing through the night on the eastern horizon.
On the canal, a thick, impenetrable morning mist blanketed the river and fields, like an endless, plain white silk ribbon, enveloping everything in heaven and earth.
In this hazy white world, a massive fleet of canal boats, like a lurking dragon, lay silently in the middle of the water, stretching for miles and encircling the entire city of Jiaxing, its end nowhere to be seen.
These boats were all flat-bottomed, deep-draft cargo ships with sturdy hulls. Their decks were piled high with grain and straw tightly covered with tarpaulins, and from a distance, they looked like a series of floating mounds on the water.
The towering masts pointed straight to the sky and disappeared into the depths of the thick fog. The large flags embroidered with the character "王" (king) hanging on them were soaked with moisture and hung limply.
At this moment, this sleeping water dragon is slowly awakening.
The shouts and chants of the boatmen and sailors, with their heavy accents, rose and fell, piercing through the damp, cold mist and echoing across the silent river.
Someone was vigorously rowing the huge oars, producing a dull, rhythmic creaking sound.
Someone was climbing the mast, inspecting the sails, making final preparations for setting sail after sunrise.
Wisps of smoke rose from the sterns of each boat, mingling with the aroma of millet porridge and the damp, fishy smell of the river, adding a lively touch to this large fleet.
Interspersed among these cumbersome grain ships were several sleek warships.
On both sides of the ship, rows of menacing ballistae were covered with thick tarpaulins, yet their menacing aura was still undeniable.
However, if a sharp-eyed sailor were to take a closer look at this moment, he would surely be terrified.
The reason was that the flags flying on this fleet were not the dragon flags representing the Song Dynasty or the official flags of any prefecture, but rather large black flags with a uniform design.
In the center of the flag, a powerful and majestic "王" (king) character is embroidered in gold thread.
The handwriting was flamboyant and domineering, as if it were about to leap off the flag, exuding an arrogant disregard for heaven and earth and a sense of self-importance.
What's even more baffling are the people on the ship.
On the deck, there was not a single imperial guard soldier in official armor. Instead, there was a motley crew of people from all walks of life.
There were some burly men with prominent temples, clearly masters of internal martial arts, their waists bulging, their wary eyes scanning their surroundings like those of hawks.
There was an old man, dressed in rags and looking like a beggar, dozing in a corner, but his eyes, which occasionally opened, were gleaming with a sharp light.