The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Two against one.

Even though the opponent's unpredictable and elusive techniques were as fast as ghosts, Huang Rong's "Orchid Flicking Acupoint Hand" and "Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm" were by no means undeservedly famous.

What's more, Wang Meng was standing right next to her!

Wu Ma was clearly aware of this as well.

In the flickering firelight, her weathered face remained impassive and indifferent, yet her feet involuntarily shifted back slightly.

This subtle gesture was full of the implication of weakness.

"Aunt Wu?" Wang Meng looked at her, his voice low, "Or should I call you, Nanako Mizuki?"

He slowly recounted: "I once heard Qingluo say that when you were seriously injured and being hunted down by your enemies, Qingluo couldn't bear to see you die tragically, so she stepped in to save you and spent a great deal of effort to heal your injuries."

Over the years, you have been a servant in name only, but Qingluo has never treated you unfairly in the slightest.

She entrusted you with managing the entire internal affairs of Mantuo Manor. How many people in the martial arts world can match this level of trust?

Aren't you afraid of hurting her feelings by acting this way?"

For the first time, a complex and unfathomable emotion appeared on the stiff face of Nanako Mizuki, or rather, Aunt Wu.

She gently shook her head, her voice slightly hoarse: "Madam has indeed given me a second chance at life, a debt of gratitude as heavy as a mountain."

So I killed these guys and set things right, even if it meant my daughter back home would die... As for Murong Fu, I'll deal with him myself soon.

Thus, he would not be ashamed of the lady's life-saving grace.

However, there is one thing inside this Jade Cave that I must take away.

As she spoke, she cautiously took another step back, her gaze shifting between Wang Meng and Huang Rong: "Young Master Wang, Chief Huang, I have no ill intentions towards either of you, and we are not enemies..."

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp palm strike came hurtling towards her! "An enemy?"

Huang Rong's figure had transformed into a streak of blue lightning at some unknown time, so fast that it left only a trail of afterimages.

Her voice was icy, like the cold of winter, filled with utter hatred and disdain.

"Those scum of the Sun Moon Cult are never worthy of being my enemies!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already arrived!

Huang Rong's techniques fully inherited the true essence of the Eastern Heretic, emphasizing "unorthodox, orthodox, illusory, and real".

She brought her five fingers together, her hand shape resembling a budding orchid, her posture extremely graceful. Yet, the sharp energy emanating from her fingertips could shatter stone tablets and strike several major acupoints on Wu Ma's chest, such as "Shanzhong" and "Zigong".

Wu Ma's eyes sharpened. Without dodging or avoiding, she didn't parry with the katana in her hand. Instead, she slashed out at an odd angle, the blade aimed straight at Huang Rong's wrist.

This move was actually a diversionary tactic, forcing Huang Rong to retaliate and save herself.

Just as the two figures crossed paths and their palms and knives clashed, Wang Meng made his move!

His movements, though not as agile and graceful as Huang Rong's, carried an overwhelming and incomparably oppressive force.

He stomped his foot hard, creating a tiny crack in the hard rock ground, and charged forward like an enraged bull!

Wu Ma's "Shadow Warrior" movement technique is most adept at dodging and weaving within a small space, emphasizing using the opponent's force against them, and using skill to overcome great strength.

But faced with Wang Meng's fighting style, which disregarded all reason and relied solely on overwhelming power, she felt a sense of suffocation.

With a muffled thud, Wu Ma could only parry with her sword, colliding fiercely with Wang Meng's simple yet powerful punch.

She felt an overwhelming force emanating from the blade, which made her hands go numb and caused her to stagger backward two steps, her blood surging.

Wang Meng, however, was unforgiving once he gained power.

He lunged forward, giving Wu Ma no chance to catch her breath. His iron fists swung like the wind, his moves wide and sweeping, each punch accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, forcing Wu Ma to retreat repeatedly, dodging in a disheveled manner with her unpredictable movements.

Seeing this, Huang Rong immediately came to her aid from the side. Her palm techniques became like butterflies flitting among flowers, specifically targeting the gaps and weaknesses in Wu Ma's movements, forcing her to become even more flustered.

In the flickering firelight, a dazzling vortex of air currents, brimming with deadly danger, intertwined.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: You like to suck? I'll gag you, let's see how you suck then!

ecstasy!

A boiling, ecstatic joy, enough to burn away reason, surged wildly through Murong Fu's limbs and bones!

"Haha...hahaha!"

An uncontrollable, low, and manic laugh rolled out from deep in his throat.

The torch in his hand, as he ran at full speed, drew a long, leaping dragon of fire, illuminating the towering, enormous bookshelves.

The further you go in, the more frightening the names on the bookshelves become.

"Invincible Body Divine Skill", "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill", "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms"... even the Murong family's "Star Shift" technique is included.

The peerless martial arts manuals that countless martial arts practitioners dream of, and are even willing to pay the price for, are now like the cheapest miscellaneous books on the roadside, which he quickly skims over.

He didn't even glance at it, not because he looked down on it.

Instead, Murong Fu knew that deep within this vast treasure trove of martial arts, there was something that could truly elevate him to the top.

Others may not know, but how could he, a direct descendant of the Murong clan of Gusu, not know?

This so-called Langhuan Jade Cave is not a library that gathers all the martial arts in the world at all. This is the true secret vault of the Xiaoyao Sect, a sect that has long since disappeared from legend!

As long as one obtains the true core inheritance of the Free and Unfettered Sect, one can achieve anything, such as "using their own methods against them."

They'll all become a joke!

The great cause of restoring the Great Yan will no longer be a distant dream, but a tangible reality!

The wind whistled in his ears, and the rows of bookshelves, exuding the ancient fragrance of ink, rushed past in his eyes.

The fire in Murong Fu's heart had made his mouth dry, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

Finally, we reached the end of the passageway.

Before them was no longer a bookshelf, but a stone door that was completely different from the one at the entrance of the cave—more ancient and heavier.

There were no mechanisms or carvings on the door, only a chilling stillness that had settled over the years.

Murong Fu stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily, his eyes gleaming with a frighteningly greedy light.

He knew, of course, that this was the deepest part of the secret vault.

That should be where the Xiaoyao Sect keeps its most core secret manuals.

Therefore, he didn't want to waste even a moment.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, a ferocious glint flashed across Murong Fu's face.

He stuck the torch into a crevice in the rock, took a deep breath, and his bones crackled and popped.

He focused his energy in his dantian, and a visible white stream of energy began to swirl rapidly above his palms. This was the pure internal energy of "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi," the world-renowned ultimate skill of the Murong family!

"Open it for me!"

He struck out with both palms, fiercely and without reservation, pressing them against the cold stone door!

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the entire cave trembled violently. His powerful strike had actually blasted a massive, spiderweb-like crack into the seemingly indestructible stone door!

Before the force of his palm strike could dissipate, he gathered his energy again and unleashed another palm strike!

"boom!"

This time, the stone gate could no longer withstand the pressure, and the central part was completely blasted open, creating a hole large enough for a person to bend over and crawl through!

Stone fragments flew everywhere!

It's done! Murong Fu's eyes blazed with even greater joy. He was about to stick the torch inside to illuminate the contents and find out what was going on.

But the moment the stone door broke open, an incredibly powerful and chilling aura, seemingly capable of freezing one's soul, suddenly surged out from the hole!

The chill was so intense that the torch in his hand was extinguished with a "poof," leaving only a tiny flame, almost completely out.

Murong Fu was startled and subconsciously took half a step back.

But before he could even be shocked by the terrifying chill, an even stranger scene unfolded.

Along with the biting cold, what burst forth from the dark hole was not the expected darkness, but a flowing, dreamlike blue luster, like deep-sea glass!

That flowing blue luster, like a disturbed piece of silk from the underworld, slowly unfolded before Murong Fu's eyes, filled with a deadly allure.

He hesitated for only a brief moment, but his fervent greed for the unparalleled divine skill completely overwhelmed his fear of the unknown.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth, lowered his body, and carefully crawled through the hole in the stone door.

The instant his body passed through the opening, a terrifying chill, ten times stronger than before and seemingly capable of freezing one's very bones, slammed into him like an invisible wall.

The blood in his body seemed to freeze at this moment, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Every breath he took felt like swallowing countless tiny ice needles.

Once he had steadied himself and adjusted to the blue light, he was taken aback when he saw the scene inside.

There was no magnificent scene of mountains of secret manuals here, as he had imagined.

The entire stone chamber was surprisingly empty, with only two simple and elegant jade bookshelves standing quietly on either side of the room.

There were no paper books or bamboo slips on the bookshelf, only rows of jade plaques that were almost identical in size and thickness.

Those jade pendants, with their warm and smooth texture and extraordinary material, radiated a soft glow under the blue luster.

The characters above are not ordinary regular script, but rather elegant and ancient seal script. Every stroke is full of the weight of time, just like the jade tablets held by ministers when they attend court, neatly stacked.

However, none of this was the most striking thing in this stone chamber.

What truly captivated Murong Fu's attention was the well located in the very center of the room.

It was an ancient well made entirely of some unknown white jade that emitted a faint glow.

The dreamlike blue glow that enveloped the entire room, and the chilling cold, emanated continuously from this well, like breathing!

Murong Fu endured the chill that almost froze him, slowly walked forward, and looked down into the well.

The well water had a deep, almost blackish blue color, but its surface shimmered with a glassy sheen, making it impossible to see how deep it actually was.

He could only vaguely see that in the deep blue depths, there seemed to be a blurry rectangular object, swaying slightly with the current.

A black chain, about the thickness of a baby's arm and made of some unknown metal, hung straight down from the edge of the well into the depths of the water, its other end clearly locked to the rectangular object.