The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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This purple energy, which was forcibly "captured," was not limited to the "universe" in his chest and abdomen.

A branch of pure and refined true energy, as if having found its most fundamental outlet, surged downwards, rushing straight towards his perineum!

"Well!"

Wang Meng's body suddenly arched up, like a boiled shrimp.

His dormant spear, in that instant, seemed to be injected with the most violent life force, and stood up with a bang in a posture that defied the laws of physiology!

It was no longer the purplish-red color caused by desire, but at its base, a faint, noble purple halo, the same as the first rays of dawn on the horizon, appeared!

As the millstone formed by his internal organs contracted and crushed the purple energy, his spear slightly retracted inward, and the thick, coiled veins on the spearhead glowed with an eerie purple light, as if greedily "absorbing" it!

As the millstone expanded outward and released energy, his spear suddenly thrust outward, the spearhead at the front growing larger, and it even "exhaled" a faint, visible white arrow of air!

One inhale, one exhale; one contraction, one extension.

This incredible refining process lasted only a few breaths.

When that wisp of innate purple energy was completely refined and woven into a drop of warm, purple-gold liquid energy by the "millstone" within his body.

His large spear, which had been constantly "pulsating," also stopped its eerie throbbing.

The drop of purplish-gold liquid flowed from the center of the millstone and slowly sank.

Finally, it dripped into his empty dantian.

boom!

Wang Meng's mind went completely blank.

That wasn't a fall, but... a sublimation!

An indescribable, immense, and pure power erupted from his dantian, instantly sweeping through every corner of his body!

His meridians were widened and repaired.

His old injuries also began to heal rapidly.

And his spear, which had become extraordinary because it had participated in the entire refining process, was now undergoing an astonishing transformation.

Its entire body has a warm, jade-like texture, but inside, it contains a pure, purplish-gold energy that is concentrated and does not dissipate.

It stood there proudly, like a peerless, divine weapon drawn from its sheath!

Wang Meng slowly opened his eyes.

It was already broad daylight.

His world became incredibly clear and incredibly vivid.

He felt the absolute power emanating from the drop of purplish-gold liquid in his dantian, a power that was as easy to control as his own arm.

With every thought he had, he could precisely mobilize this power, allowing it to surge through his meridians, or simply converge at his fingertips, or even at the tip of his spear.

"The Heavenly Wrath Heart Sutra truly lives up to its reputation as the Free and Unfettered Sect's most treasured secret!"

After coordinating with the flow of true qi from the Heavenly Qi.

Even the primordial purple energy, filled with rage and filth at the very beginning of creation, could be completely digested by me, leaving only the last trace of impurity, which was instantly ground down and cleansed, turning into nothingness…

He slowly exhaled a long, white breath.

The white mist condensed and did not dissipate in the morning sunlight, resembling a small, sharp sword.

Just then, a sweet and charming shout came from the courtyard below.

"A formidable official!"

The voice was as clear and crisp as a nightingale's song, yet it carried a hint of deliberately suppressed allure.

It's Li Qingluo!

Wang Meng paused slightly, then slowly looked down.

In the courtyard, Li Qingluo, dressed in a neat blue outfit, perfectly outlined her fully mature, voluptuous, and beautiful figure.

Perhaps it's because we've been too well nourished lately.

Her face, which originally had a touch of girlish innocence, now resembled a peony in full bloom after the rain, every inch of her skin glowing with a dewy luster, and her peach blossom eyes were so watery that they seemed to drip with honey.

She was looking up at Wang Meng, who was perched on the roof beam, with her pretty face upturned.

When she saw Wang Meng's gaze fall upon her, two blushes instantly rose on her cheeks, but her eyes shone with an undisguised, burning admiration and longing, like that of a little she-wolf.

Wang Meng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

As his gaze moved downwards, the "spear," which had stood tall and majestic because of the recent flow of true energy, naturally and slowly lowered its ferocious yet divine "spearhead," pointing at Li Qingluo below from a distance of several dozen feet.

The spear, having been tempered by innate purple energy, now possesses a warm, jade-like luster. Within it, light seems to surge, radiating a scorching aura brimming with boundless vitality. It is no longer a mortal body of flesh and blood, but rather a... living, peerless divine weapon with its own will.

Li Qingluo also seemed to feel that extremely aggressive and scorching gaze.

She instinctively lowered her legs, her body trembled slightly, and the tears in her eyes intensified.

Interestingly, in her fair hand, she was also holding a real "spear" that gleamed coldly.

It was a weapon forged from fine steel, with a sharp spearhead. At this moment, the cold steel contrasted sharply with her warm and soft jade-like hands, creating a striking and strangely beautiful effect.

She held the gun in one hand and looked up at him.

He sat high on the roof beam, his large spear pointing at her from afar.

One is in the sky.

One is local.

The two "spears" formed a strange yet intensely coveted confrontation under the bright morning light.

In this tense standoff filled with eerie desires, a figure slowly walked in from outside the moon gate of the courtyard.

The person who came was none other than Abbess Miejue.

She wore a simple blue Taoist robe and her long, glossy black hair was neatly coiled up.

Holding an exquisite gift box in her hands, she walked lightly and looked serene.

However, the moment she stepped into the courtyard, she was struck as if by an invisible thunderbolt, and froze on the spot.

Her usually calm and even eyes suddenly widened.

What did she see?

Her gaze inevitably fell upon the two opposing "spears".

One was a fine steel weapon in Li Qingluo's hand, gleaming with a cold, sharp light.

And the other one... Fang Yanqing's breathing stopped completely at this moment.

She looked at the purplish-jade "spear" that stood proudly between Wang Meng's legs, pointing towards Li Qingluo.

This caused the gift box in her hand to shake violently, and the precious porcelain inside made a crisp "clinking" sound, almost slipping from her hand, which had become somewhat weak in an instant.

Her gaze, uncontrollably, slowly moved upwards from that magnificent "weapon".

Finally, the image was fixed firmly on Wang Meng's open, muscular chest. There, a small, yet incredibly clear... red mole.

Heart-shaped mole!

I saw that mole again.

She felt an unprecedented, surging heat suddenly and unexpectedly explode from the depths of her lower abdomen!

That surge of heat was more domineering and fierce than any internal energy she had painstakingly cultivated!

It instantly washed over her limbs and bones, making her body, which had been like an ancient well and a cold pool for many years, feel for the first time what it meant to...desire.

Her legs, uncontrollably, went slightly weak.

A warm, slippery current, which made her feel incredibly ashamed, surged uncontrollably from the secret place between her legs that had been closed off for so long, instantly soaking the underpants beneath her simple Taoist robe.

"Uh……"

Her body was like an ancient, cold well.

For the first time, I felt what it meant to...desire.

That faint groan, mixed with pain and sorrow, was so soft it was almost inaudible, yet it was like a drop of water falling into a silent pond.

In an instant, ripples were stirred in this eerie confrontation in the courtyard.

The first person to notice the ripples was Li Qingluo.

She suddenly snapped out of her daze, and her peach blossom eyes, which had been gazing at Wang Meng with infatuation and adoration, instantly regained some clarity.

She turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife, and landed on the beautiful, stiff-bodied, deathly pale-faced Taoist nun at the doorway.

As a woman, Li Qingluo's intuition was extremely sharp. She immediately noticed that something was wrong with Fang Yanqing.

That wasn't the paleness of being frightened, but rather... the paleness of losing one's composure due to some extreme, sudden stimulus.

She could even smell a faint, hot, and seductive scent from Fang Yanqing's barely suppressed, slightly trembling body—a scent identical to her own, tainted with desire.

A complex and enigmatic light flashed in Li Qingluo's eyes.

There was wariness, curiosity, and even a hint of...amusement, like watching a good show.

"Yanqing, what's wrong?"

Why do you look so pale so early in the morning?

She put down the spear in her hand, making a soft "clang" sound.

Then, with light, graceful steps, she strode quickly toward Fang Yanqing. From the roof beam, Wang Meng witnessed everything.

He made no attempt to conceal it, not even bothering to conceal the large, scorching heat emanating from his crotch, which had just undergone a miraculous transformation.

He just looked down at him from his high vantage point.

It wasn't until Li Qingluo walked to Fang Yanqing's side and reached out to support her slightly weak arm that Wang Meng seemed to have grown tired of the scene, and stretched lazily on his own.

"Kerala!"

His incredibly strong physique emitted a series of popping sounds like popping beans.

With this graceful movement, the sunlight clearly outlined his muscles, which appeared even more perfect and full of explosive power due to the flow of true energy.

The mole on his chest, the one that had shattered Fang Yanqing's Dao heart, was as red as a drop of blood in the morning light.