The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng, panting, glanced at the Murong family servants who were still cursing and struggling. His tone was ruthless, and he repeated only those three words: "Kill them all!"

He is no holy mother.

His only principle was to repay every wrong with a grudge and eliminate every threat.

Since these people have become mortal enemies, to be merciful to them is to be cruel to oneself!

Upon hearing those three words without hesitation, Li Qingluo showed no reluctance whatsoever; instead, a bewitching smile bloomed on her face.

She slowly stood up, looked up at Wu Ma, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "What, didn't you hear what Young Master Wang said?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

A murderous glint flashed in Wu Ma's eyes, and the large knife in her hand hummed as she prepared to lead her men forward to carry out the execution.

"Wait!"

Just as Wu Ma was about to swing her knife, Li Qingluo suddenly spoke up and stopped her.

Wu Ma and the other maids were all taken aback, looking at Li Qingluo with confusion. Even Wang Meng on the ground cast a questioning glance at them.

Li Qingluo didn't explain, but her gaze lingered on Murong Fu's face, which was twisted with anger and humiliation.

Her eyes flickered, and a crazy yet incredibly exciting idea flashed through her mind like lightning.

'Kill him?' Li Qingluo sneered inwardly, 'Killing him with just one strike would be too easy on him, wouldn't it? Mei, where are you? Mei, where are you? Lin Zai, where are you?...'

This "Southern Murong" was renowned throughout the land, his superb internal strength hard-earned; it would be such a waste to let him rot in the earth with his corpse… Her thoughts suddenly shifted: 'The Langhuan Jade Cave…and there's also a…and another miraculous martial arts manual my mother sent me a few years ago…what was it called again?'

Her heart started racing involuntarily.

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art!"

Indeed, it is the Northern Darkness Divine Art!

This technique is extremely yin and gentle, yet it can absorb other people's internal energy for its own use, making it incredibly domineering!

Wang Meng possesses exceptional talent and innate superhuman strength. If he were to learn this divine skill, he could completely absorb the pure internal energy of Murong Fu and his three retainers…

Thinking of this, Li Qingluo's eyes suddenly became incredibly ardent!

'This is far more interesting and far more useful than killing him with a single blow!'

Once this thought arose, it spread like wildfire, instantly taking over her entire mind.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement, and her face regained its haughty and indifferent expression. She waved her hand at Wu Ma and ordered in an unquestionable tone, "Keep those four. Break their arms and legs, pierce their collarbones, and lock them in the water dungeon."

As for the servants…” A cold glint flashed in her eyes: “Kill them all, leave no one alive. Clean it up properly, don’t let them dirty my place!”

Chapter Twenty: The New Spoon!

"Well!"

Wang Meng frowned and slowly awoke amidst waves of excruciating pain.

His last vestiges of consciousness remained in the blood-soaked bamboo forest.

He remembered struggling to give the order to "kill them all," and seeing the eerie smile on Li Qingluo's face before the boundless darkness swallowed him up.

He was so tired and badly injured!

That palm strike from the man in yellow, like a leech, still clung to the wound on his chest, causing a burning pain with every breath.

Murong Fu's sinister and twisted internal energy, and his unpredictable shifting of stars, made his internal organs feel as if they had been displaced, causing his true energy to flow in reverse, and a metallic taste to rise in his throat from time to time.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, but the damp dungeon or cold woodshed he had imagined did not appear.

What comes into view is an exquisite pink gauze curtain, embroidered with lifelike twin lotus flowers in gold thread.

Beneath her was an incredibly soft brocade quilt, and a faint, elegant orchid fragrance lingered around her nose.

The surrounding furnishings, from the carved rosewood tables and chairs to the landscape paintings hanging on the walls, all exude luxury and taste.

This place is clearly a woman's boudoir.

It looks kind of familiar!

"woke up?"

A gentle, slightly languid voice came from beside the bed. Wang Meng turned his head with difficulty and saw Li Qingluo's stunningly beautiful face.

She had changed into a loose purple silk robe and was leaning casually against the soft couch by the bed, holding a bowl of steaming hot medicine in her hand, quietly looking at him with her captivating eyes.

Wang Meng spoke, his voice hoarse like a broken gong: "Where...is this?"

But before Li Qingluo could answer, he already knew the answer to the question.

Because his gaze passed over Li Qinglao's alluring body kneeling by the bed and landed on the window not far away.

It was a brand new window, exquisitely carved from fine nanmu wood. The window paper was as white as snow, and the wood still emitted a faint smell of varnish.

But Wang Meng recognized it at a glance. It was that spot. The window he had personally smashed and then hastily repaired.

In an instant, a surge of heat, hotter than the medicine, shot up from his lower abdomen and rushed straight to his brain.

A scene as vivid as if it happened yesterday exploded in his mind. He remembered.

It was right in front of that window that he gave the usually haughty and domineering Madam Wang a severe "lesson".

He remembered how he roughly dragged her from the bed to the window like a lamb to the slaughter.

He pressed her against the cold window.

Ignoring her cries and pleas, he thrust his strong waist and began a brutally savage assault.

Each thrust was powerful and heavy, causing her to tremble violently like a leaf falling in the wind.

Her breasts slapped against the cold window with each thrust, making a blush-inducing, heart-pounding "slap slap" sound.

The two petals were pounded by him, causing red waves to surge and the sound of the waves to be incessant.

Each impact caused the fragile window to creak and groan under its own weight. Her cries quickly became fragmented, turning into suppressed moans and gasps.

Her body betrayed her will, shamefully overflowing under that domineering onslaught that seemed to shatter her very soul.

Finally, accompanied by Wang Meng's satisfied roar and the bursting of a dam of scalding heat...

Wang Meng's breathing became heavy. He looked at the brand-new window, then turned his head to look at the disheveled woman in front of him, who was gently breastfeeding him with her soft breasts.

A knowing, possessive smile crept onto his lips.

He has remembered everything.

"What do you think? Where is this?"

whee?

It seems you've remembered.

Wang Meng understood the implication in Li Qingluo's words, but he was incredibly thick-skinned and asked in a hoarse voice, "How long have I been unconscious?"

"You are badly injured and have been unconscious for two days."

"Otherwise, I would have used the best century-old ginseng in the village to keep you alive, and you would be meeting the King of Hell by now."

Wang Meng struggled to sit up, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain and break out in a cold sweat.

"Don't move."

Li Qingluo stretched out a hand and gently pressed it on his shoulder. The pressure was light, but it left him unable to resist.

She held a spoonful of warm medicine to his lips and said in an unquestionable tone, "Drink it."

Wang Meng looked at her, didn't refuse, and obediently opened his mouth.

The bitter medicine slid down his throat, then turned into a warm current that flowed through his nearly dried-up meridians, giving him a slight boost of energy.

“Murong Fu…they…” Wang Meng asked breathlessly.

"died."

Li Qingluo scooped up another spoonful of medicine and said casually, "Those servants are all dead."

Don’t leave any one behind!”

Seeing the hint of pleasure flash in Wang Meng's eyes, she smiled slightly and changed the subject: "As for Murong Fu and his three loyal retainers... I'll spare their lives for now."

Seeing Wang Meng frown, Li Qingluo chuckled, put the spoon back in the bowl, leaned down, and breathed sweetly into his ear, her voice filled with devilish allure: "The Murong family has terrified me for so many years. Wouldn't it be too easy to just kill them?"

I've found a better way for you to take revenge... a way that will allow you to repay the humiliation and pain they inflicted upon you a thousandfold, and make all their power a stepping stone for you to reach the pinnacle..."

Before she could finish speaking, a burst of power suddenly came from the "seriously injured person" beneath her!

"boom!"

Wang Meng's uninjured hand shot out like an iron clamp, swift as lightning, precisely and brutally grabbing her fair and slender neck, and forcefully slamming her down onto the bed!

The sudden turn of events was so swift and the force so astonishing that Li Qingluo didn't even have time to utter a cry of surprise before the back of her head slammed heavily against the soft bed, and her vision went black.

The immense force and suffocating sensation on her neck caused her beautiful peach blossom eyes to widen instantly, filled with disbelief and horror.

"Are you trying to make me your obedient dog?"

Wang Meng's voice came from above her, deep and hoarse, full of undisguised aggression and masculine pressure.

Despite his severe injuries, he forcefully rolled over and pinned her down, using his weight and strength to hold her captive.

He looked down at her, his eyes no longer showing the weakness of before, but the domineering and fierce look of a lion surveying its territory.

Li Qingluo froze completely.

Who is she?

She is the undisputed master of the entire Mantuo Mountain.

Not long ago, she personally ordered the execution of many people in front of Wang Meng.

In her eyes, Wang Meng was nothing more than one of her male concubines.

A strong sense of humiliation welled up inside her, and she instinctively wanted to struggle and shout!

However, Wang Meng showed no sign of letting go!

Instead, he tightened his grip, his rough, calloused fingertips relentlessly grinding against the delicate skin of her neck. This just-right pressure made it difficult for her to breathe, but not enough to make her faint immediately.

"Uh... let... let go..."