The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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If this gets out into the martial arts world, it will definitely cause a huge uproar!

And yet, she extended an olive branch to him, inviting him to leave the church together!

Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Meng's mind in an instant.

He didn't have a deep sense of belonging to the Ming Cult, especially now that he had awakened to the mystery of his unborn child.

If one could follow a powerful figure like Dai Qisi, whose appearance, wisdom, and martial arts skills are all unfathomable, it might not be such a bad choice.

Moreover, he had just "offended" the Dragon King. If he didn't go along with her wishes, who knew if she would turn on him?

but……

It was as if they could see Wang Meng's hesitation.

Dai Qisi smiled softly, extending her slender hand to gently stroke Wang Meng's cheek. Her cool fingertips carried a strange electric current, causing Wang Meng's heart to flutter once more. "You only need to tell me, are you willing or not?"

Her voice was seductive, and her deep blue eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts. "Follow me, and wealth, unparalleled martial arts, and even... many more benefits you can't even imagine will be within your grasp."

If you refuse...

Wang Meng's mind raced. Although Dai Qisi's proposal sounded tempting, it was like a hot potato to him.

He naturally didn't want to leave.

There are two reasons. First, this Purple-Robed Dragon King is always unpredictable and capricious.

Whether her statement about leaving the Ming Cult is true or false is difficult to ascertain. Even if she is telling the truth,

Given her scheming and methods, how much benefit could I possibly gain by staying by her side?

If she uses you as a pawn to explore the path, or as cannon fodder to discard you when danger arises, you'll regret it.

Today she can heal and detoxify herself, and even "taste"... the essence, seemingly intimately.

But Wang Meng didn't think he had that much charm to truly win the heart of this haughty witch.

Secondly, and most importantly, was the "castration" mission that hung like the Sword of Damocles over his head!

He didn't want to become a eunuch weaker than an ordinary person; that would be worse than death!

To complete this task, he must stay at Mantuo Manor and find a way to get close to Li Qingluo or Wang Yuyan.

He didn't even dare to think about the punishment for failing the mission if he left.

Therefore, no matter what conditions Dai Qisi offered, he could not agree to them.

However, knowing how to refuse is an art.

A direct refusal would likely immediately anger this capricious Dragon King, and who knows if he might become enraged and turn against him on the spot.

A sudden thought flashed through Wang Meng's mind, and his gaze involuntarily fell on his chest.

Although Dai Qisi used the "Azure Dragon Swimming Skill" to suppress the poison and alleviate his injuries, the force of the palm strike that landed on his chest by the woman in the pale yellow dress was so fierce that the shock to his internal organs still caused him a dull ache.

Right now, aren't I still a seriously injured "patient"?

Got it!

Wang Meng's face immediately showed a perfectly timed expression of weakness and gratitude. He struggled to sit up, but because it aggravated his wounds, he couldn't help but let out a painful groan, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

"Dragon King... Dragon King's kindness, your subordinate... your subordinate is deeply grateful!"

Wang Meng's voice was hoarse but sincere, carrying a hint of barely concealed excitement and... a little helplessness, "To be able to follow such an extraordinary figure as the Dragon King and create a great empire is a blessing I have earned through three lifetimes!"

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate would naturally... be more than happy to accept!"

Then, Wang Meng changed the subject, his face showing a troubled expression: "But... but as the Dragon King has also seen, I am now seriously injured. This palm print on my chest has probably damaged my internal organs, and I am even having some difficulty breathing."

"These crippled bodies, if they were to follow the Dragon King, would not only fail to share his burdens, but would instead become a hindrance to him..."

As he spoke, he coughed a few times, and his face became even paler, making him look quite convincing.

"Therefore... I humbly beg the Dragon King, could you... could you grant me some time?"

"Once I have recovered from my injuries and regained some strength here, I will rush to the Dragon King as soon as possible and serve him faithfully, even at the cost of my life!"

These words were spoken with great emotion, expressing both his "loyal" willingness to follow and his reasonable request to postpone their journey together.

Using her severe injuries as an excuse, Dai Qisi couldn't force anyone to do something she didn't want to do. She couldn't possibly drag a half-dead wounded person along to "find another place," could she?

Dai Qisi listened quietly to Wang Meng's "confession," her deep blue eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking at that moment.

She didn't answer immediately, but stared intently at Wang Meng with her eyes that seemed to see right through him, as if trying to see through him inside and out.

Just as Wang Meng was feeling uneasy, waiting for Dai Qisi's "verdict," a clear sound suddenly came from outside the door.

"Crash!"

The heavy door lock chain was opened, followed by the distinctive, slightly high-pitched voices of several maids, mixed with scolding and urging, coming from afar: "What time is it!"

"Get out of bed!"

"Hurry up! Madam wants to admire the flowers today, and the garden is waiting for someone to sweep it!"

Clearly, it was the head maids of Mantuo Manor who were urging the servants in the manor to get up and get to work.

The sudden sound broke the tense atmosphere in the room and made Wang Meng secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Regardless of Dai Qisi's intentions, now that someone has arrived, she wouldn't do anything shocking in front of outsiders, would she?

Dai Qisi frowned slightly, clearly displeased with this untimely interruption.

But she quickly regained her languid and composed demeanor, and smiled gently, a smile that carried a profound meaning.

She glanced at Wang Meng one last time, her eyes seeming to say, "You're lucky."

Then, she gracefully jumped off the bed, her bare, delicate white feet landing lightly on the cool floor.

She bent down, and with a slender hand, hooked the purple dress that she had carelessly tossed on the table into her hand.

What happened next made Wang Meng gasp for breath once again.

Dai Qisi seemed completely unconcerned by his gaze, standing naked before him and openly beginning to put on her clothes.

The soft light of dawn shone through the window lattice, gently illuminating her exquisite, curvaceous body, which resembled a piece of fine jade.

Her flat, firm abdomen, pert, snowy buttocks, long, straight legs, and the two elastic, snowy peaks on her chest that swayed slightly with her movements... every inch of her skin exuded a fatal allure.

She slowly and gently wrapped the purple silk robe around her body, the soft fabric gliding over her smooth skin, creating ripples that stirred the heart.

She didn't immediately tie her belt, leaving her clothes slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin on her chest and that deep, alluring cleavage, as well as the faint, rosy hue of her breasts, like ripe cherries.

This undisguised, primal beauty was even more impactful on Wang Meng's vision and senses than the previous subtle provocations.

After dressing, Dai Qisi took out a small package wrapped in kraft paper from her bosom and casually tossed it to Wang Meng.

"Catch!" Wang Meng instinctively reached out to catch it, but because of the sudden movement, he aggravated his chest injury again, and the pain made him gasp.

The kraft paper package felt heavy in his hand. Through the paper, he could clearly feel that there were more than a dozen round pills, each about the size of a steel ball, inside, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Since you put it that way, I am not an unreasonable person."

Dai Qisi's voice carried a hint of lazy laughter, as if she was quite pleased with Wang Meng's "pledge of loyalty" earlier. "Keep these pills safe."

Once you've recovered from your injuries, come find me in Jiangnan.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

However, just as she reached the door and her hand was about to touch the latch, she suddenly stopped.

She whirled around, a playful glint in her deep blue eyes. Then, before Wang Meng could react, she raised her still-bare foot—the one that had just been in "intimate contact" with him—and swiftly and gracefully placed it on Wang Meng's lower abdomen!

"Ugh!" Wang Meng felt a perfectly timed force coming from his abdomen. Although it wouldn't injure him again, it still sent a strange tingling and burning sensation through his body, which had just calmed down.

Dai Qisi's soles were still soft and delicate, with a hint of coolness, yet they seemed to contain endless magic.

She gently rubbed his lower abdomen with her toes, a gesture so similar to the secret "healing" she had just performed!

"This packet of 'Three Stars Cleansing Pills' is a sacred medicine for healing that I have made in secret. It has a remarkable effect on internal injuries and is enough to heal the injury in your chest."

Her voice was very low, only the two of them could hear it, and her tone carried an unquestionable command and... a subtle hint: "Remember my words, recover from your injuries, and come to Jiangnan as soon as possible."

If you keep me waiting too long... hmph, you know the consequences.

She ground her toe heavily into his lower abdomen again, the force reigniting the fire within Wang Meng.

Then, without waiting for Wang Meng's reply, she withdrew her jade-like foot, opened the window, and drifted away like a gentle breeze, leaving behind only a faint fragrance in the room, and a Wang Meng whose mind was in turmoil and confusion.

"9527!"

"Madam, I summon you!"

Chapter Fourteen: This time, let's see where you run!

"Do you know where 9526, that is, Zhao Song, went?"

The maid's voice was clear and crisp, sounding somewhat abrupt in the quiet hallway. She didn't turn around, as if she were just asking casually.

Wang Meng followed about three feet behind her. Upon hearing this, his heart stirred slightly, but his steps remained steady as usual.

The old wound on his chest seemed to sense something, and a faint throbbing pain came from it, but his facial muscles remained completely still, showing no sign of pain.

"Replying to the young lady!"

Wang Meng bowed slightly, his tone calm and without the slightest hesitation: "Although I share a room with Zhao Song, I truly do not know his whereabouts."

When I returned to my room to rest last night, I didn't see him. Perhaps... perhaps he was preoccupied with some important matter and didn't have time to tell me."

After saying that, he changed the subject slightly, a perfectly respectful smile appeared on his face, and his voice was also a bit warm: "Young lady, I wonder what imperial decree Madam has given for summoning Wang Meng here today?"

"Wang Meng would go through fire and water without hesitation for any task."

The maid listened to Wang Meng's words, which were impeccable and carried a certain enthusiasm of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world), but she raised her eyebrows impatiently, as if she found him too noisy.

With a flick of her fair wrist, she impatiently waved the embroidered handkerchief embroidered with twin lotus blossoms, her voice turning colder: "Stop with your glib talk. The lady has given you her orders."

"Just follow me, and say no more!"

Seeing this, Wang Meng knew that this girl had quite a temper, so he didn't say anything more, just smiled slightly and followed behind her silently.

The two walked one after the other through several corridors, with neatly trimmed holly bushes on both sides of the bluestone path.

As they approached a fork in the road, they suddenly saw a figure in pale yellow approaching from not far ahead. It was the woman in the pale yellow long dress who had struck Wang Meng with a palm, almost killing him.

Beside her, dressed in a pale yellow long gown, stood a Taoist nun.