The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Having figured this out, Wang Meng felt a sudden sense of clarity.

The patterns on the paper are already crystal clear.

What he needs to do now is not to fear the punishment for failure, but to make the most of the abilities he has gained from the system to complete that seemingly impossible task.

He reached out and pulled Li Qingluo into his arms, letting her rest her head on his lap.

Li Qingluo let out a satisfied moan, smelling Wang Meng's scent, gently gripped the gear shift lever, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

A few days later in the morning.

Wang Meng was "training" more than a dozen local dogs he had found in the village with great interest.

He didn't use any commands or gestures; he just stood casually in the middle of the field, his gaze sweeping over the several stray dogs that were panting and circling around him.

He is mastering his newly acquired ability – [Insightful Eyes].

When his gaze met that of a yellow mongrel, he focused his mind and silently recited a very simple command: "Sit down."

The once lively mongrel suddenly stiffened, as if it had heard some unseen command, and actually sat down obediently, its tail wagging friendly, seemingly unaware of its own behavior.

Wang Meng nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to another black greyhound.

"Go, bring that branch over."

A look of confusion flashed in the black dog's eyes, but its body turned its head uncontrollably and ran precisely to a dry branch that Wang Meng had dropped beforehand. Then it picked it up, trotted back, and placed it at Wang Meng's feet.

This feeling is very strange.

Through the power of "divine light that awes the eye".

Wang Meng can give simple, non-aggressive commands to these animals whose willpower is almost zero.

This is not exactly a powerful fighting force.

However, it is an excellent training method for becoming familiar with and mastering one's own abilities.

He could clearly feel that, as his practice deepened, his control over his mental energy was becoming more and more precise and more and more effortless.

Just as he was having a great time, a clear female voice came from the side of the training ground.

"Brother Wang...!"

Wang Meng turned around at the sound and saw a young woman wearing a light blue Taoist robe and carrying a long sword standing there. She looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and her face still had a hint of girlish shyness and curiosity about him.

The maid who had led the way immediately came over and said.

"Master, this is a messenger from the Emei Sect, Zhou Zhiruo!"

This messenger was none other than...

It's Zhou Zhiruo!

Wang Meng withdrew the glint in his eyes, his gaze returning to its usual depth. He smiled gently and asked, "Miss Zhou, is there something you need?"

His smile made Zhou Min blush slightly, and she said nervously, "Brother Wang, I... I am here to report on the orders of my master."

Our three hundred disciples of the Emei Sect arrived in Jiaxing Prefecture yesterday and have already set up camp outside the city.

Master said that provisions and weaponry have been prepared and are ready to be used at any time.

"understood!"

Wang Meng nodded, his gentle smile fading, replaced by a calm and dignified demeanor.

He dismissed the few stray dogs that were still waiting for commands and turned to walk towards the stables.

"You must be tired after traveling all the way from Jiaxing to here."

"You rest for a bit, have something to eat and some tea. I'll set off as soon as I'm ready."

Yes...yes!

Brother Wang!

Zhou Zhiruo quickly agreed, her heart pounding as she looked at Wang Meng's tall and imposing back.

Especially when he smiled at her just now, his eyes seemed to have a magical power, almost making her speechless.

Wang Meng paid no attention to the little girl's thoughts; he had already arrived at the stable.

His horse had long been well taken care of by the servants on the estate.

This was specially selected by Li Qingluo. It was a magnificent steed from the Western Regions, entirely black, with strong and powerful hooves. When it stood, it resembled a black iron tower. Just one glance was enough to feel the astonishing explosive power contained within it.

At that moment, it was quietly snorting. Sensing Wang Meng's arrival, it affectionately nuzzled Wang Meng's shoulder with its head.

He strode towards the stables, shouting, "Someone, prepare the horses!"

Immediately, two quick-witted maids trotted out from the side room and respectfully replied, "Yes."

They dared not delay in the slightest, and quickly fetched buckets and brushes to begin washing the magnificent black horse.

The black horse was clearly used to being served like this, quietly enjoying it and occasionally snorting.

The maids carefully washed the horse from head to tail, dried it with a soft cloth, and then worked together to carry over the obviously expensive custom-made saddle, skillfully preparing it for the horse.

While the maids were preparing the horses, Wang Meng walked to the other side of the stable.

His weapons were also already fully prepared.

Leaning against the stable wall was a long, jet-black steel spear. The shaft was twelve feet long and extremely heavy. The spearhead was prismatic and still gleamed with a chilling light in the dimly lit stable.

This spear was crafted by the best blacksmith at great expense by Li Qingluo. Its toughness and armor-piercing ability far surpass those of ordinary weapons.

Hanging beside the gun was a huge leather quiver filled with thirty armor-piercing heavy arrows with neat fletching.

Each arrow has a triangular arrowhead, specifically designed to deal with heavily armored enemies.

Accompanying it was a huge composite recurve bow made of horn and wood, which was more than a foot longer than a regular foot bow and required nearly 300 pounds of force to fully draw.

If it were an ordinary martial artist, carrying this equipment would be a struggle, let alone riding a horse into battle.

But for Wang Meng, who has now entered the Innate Realm and possesses the power of "Dragon Essence, Tiger Fierceness, and Thirteen Kidneys," it is just ordinary.

"After the saddle is in place, put the bow and arrows on it, and then lead the horse to the front yard!"

Wang Meng gave instructions to the two maids in a deep voice.

"Yes, owner!"

The maids bowed and agreed immediately, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Without saying another word, Wang Meng hoisted the heavy steel spear onto his shoulder with one hand and strode towards the small building where he and Li Qingluo lived.

The spear in his hands seemed like a weightless wooden stick, which only accentuated his tall and imposing figure.

As I pushed open the door, a faint, pleasant fragrance wafted towards me.

Li Qingluo was already dressed and sitting in front of the dressing table, carefully combing her long black hair in front of the bronze mirror.

She changed into a light purple silk dress, which made her skin appear even whiter and her charm even more striking.

Hearing the door open, she saw Wang Meng's imposing figure in the mirror, and a gentle smile immediately bloomed on her face: "Husband, I've been waiting for you for quite a while!"

Wang Meng walked behind her, leaned his spear against the wall, then stretched out his arms and pulled her into his embrace from behind, gently resting his chin on her shoulder and inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

He paused, his voice becoming lower.

"This trip will take at least six months to return."

Will you miss me?

Li Qingluo's hand, which was combing her hair, paused slightly. A hint of disappointment flashed across her gentle and beautiful face in the mirror.

Half a year...that's such a long time.

But she quickly composed herself, turned around, looked up at Wang Meng, and said softly, "My husband bears the safety of the world on his shoulders. How can I hold you back because of my own personal feelings?"

But... after half a year apart, will my husband have completely forgotten me?

Her tone carried a hint of barely perceptible resentment, and her beautiful eyes looked at him with watery eyes, as if to say: Are you really willing to leave me for so long?

Wang Meng didn't speak, but simply used his own lips to silence the red lips that were still uttering resentful words.

This kiss was unlike their usual tenderness; it carried a hint of urgency and domineering, as if they were about to embark on a long journey.

His tongue easily pried open her pearly teeth, plunging deep inside and greedily sucking up every bit of sweetness from her mouth.

Li Qingluo was initially somewhat resistant, but she quickly melted under his passionate kisses.

She stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck, responding to him passionately.

Her wide skirt could no longer conceal her body, which was beginning to warm up.

"Mmm... Husband..."

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little breathless.

Two alluring blushes rose on Li Qingluo's cheeks, and her eyes became dreamy.

Wang Meng didn't give her any more chance to catch her breath. His strong hands had already slipped under her wide skirt, following her waist.

Through a thin layer of underwear, he accurately located that warm, secluded valley.

With just a light press, Li Qingluo's body trembled uncontrollably, and she let out a suppressed moan.

"It got wet so quickly?"

It seems you're even more reluctant to part with it than I am.

Wang Meng whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe.

"It's...it's all because of you, my husband..."

Li Qingluo was too ashamed to look at him, and simply buried her head in his chest.

The sound was so faint it was barely audible.

Shame almost overwhelmed Li Qingluo. She buried her burning cheeks deep in Wang Meng's broad chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, as if this would allow her to escape those shameful words.

Just then, Zhou Zhiruo appeared outside the small building.

The maid who was leading the way dared not go any further than the entrance to the courtyard.

He was also holding a carrier pigeon in his hand.

She hurried to the door, and just as she was about to knock, she found that the door was only ajar and not closed properly.