The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Huang Rong possessed unparalleled lightness skills, so doing this was naturally a piece of cake for her.

But Wang Meng was able to do this, even more effortlessly than her. The root of all this was the royal jelly, which was considered a divine substance, and the newly acquired but already mastered title ability he possessed—[Sky-Supporting Qi].

In particular, the miraculous effect of "infusing true qi" brings about changes far beyond the imagination of any martial arts classic.

What it brings is not the ordinary cleansing of tendons and marrow.

That pure yet domineering energy, originating from heaven and earth, not only permeated his limbs and bones, but also acted like a sculpting chisel imbued with the will of a god, fundamentally reshaping him.

Who could have imagined that the "infusion of true qi" in that ability not only broke through the slightly blocked meridians deep inside his body, the part that symbolized his male origin, but also seemed to have given birth to countless new, strange meridians as fine as blood-red spider webs out of thin air on a chaotic fertile land!

These newly formed meridians have completely transcended the realm of the mortal physical body.

It seemed to have transformed into a huge and tireless furnace of life, a bottomless vortex.

It devoured, absorbed, and fused the precious royal jelly essence into one at an unimaginable speed.

Since then, this living "divine weapon" has been operating on its own at all times.

It can slowly and actively absorb the free-floating primordial energy between heaven and earth. Without Wang Meng's deliberate breathing and guidance, it can transform it into its own purest and most powerful yang energy at all times, and then use it to nourish its whole body.

Although, the speed is very slow.

But it must be said that it saved time for cultivation.

The only downside is... it seems to have become fixed.

After drinking its fill of the finest nectar and experiencing this transformative adventure, it was forever frozen in its most majestic and powerful form, like a giant dragon lurking in the abyss, never to return to its original small, shallow shore.

This caused Wang Meng a lot of trouble, one of which was... he could never wear skinny jeans again.

The closer you get to the dungeon, the more horrifying the surroundings become.

The path, which should have been patrolled by maids, was deserted. Several pots of precious orchids had been knocked over and were lying on the ground, with small pieces of porcelain mixed with dirt, creating a mess.

Turning past a clump of green bamboo, a faint smell of blood wafted into my nostrils.

The two exchanged a glance, their expressions growing increasingly solemn.

Not far from the dungeon entrance, several servants from the manor responsible for guarding the perimeter had also fallen silently to the ground, a thin bloodstain on their necks, clearly indicating that they had been killed in a single blow without any warning.

Wang Meng bent down and checked the breath of one of them; he was already dead.

He stood up and shook his head.

Huang Rong's gaze fell on the heavy iron door of the dungeon.

The iron gate, which should have required the combined efforts of several people to open and was secured with a steel padlock, was now wide open, like the gaping, dark mouth of a giant beast, silently recounting a successful prison break.

"No need to go in, they've probably already escaped!"

Wang Meng's voice came from the dungeon entrance, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

However, when he turned around, he saw that Huang Rong's face was much uglier than his own.

The exceptionally intelligent leader of the Beggars' Sect ignored his words and didn't even glance at the dark depths of the dungeon.

Her gaze was fixed on the two maids who had collapsed at the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, she stepped forward and knelt down beside the two still-warm corpses.

She performed this simple action with a unique charm.

As she squatted down, the well-tailored brocade dress clung tightly to her full, pert buttocks, outlining a breathtaking and elastic curve that made one almost imagine the sturdy and alluring scenery beneath the fabric.

From Wang Meng's perspective, he could see that her clothes were slightly open due to her lowered head, revealing a small patch of dazzling, smooth, white skin on her chest.

But she was completely unaware of this, her expression extremely focused.

Gently and carefully, they parted the blood-stained fabric around the neck of one of the maids, completely exposing the fatal wound.

It was an extremely long and deep wound, with a smooth and clean cut, showing the sharpness of the weapon and the speed of the attacker's technique.

But Huang Rong's delicate eyebrows furrowed even more. She extended her index finger, but did not touch the skin; she merely gestured vaguely above the wound, a cold, knowing glint in her eyes.

"The wound was from bottom to top, and there was a barely perceptible lifting motion when the knife was withdrawn..."

She murmured to herself, her voice so low it was almost inaudible.

She stood up, and the feminine charm that had unintentionally shown when she squatted down was now completely gone.

Instead, there was a bone-chilling cold and a chilling aura.

She looked at Wang Meng and said, word by word, "They are Japanese pirates."

These three words startled Wang Meng.

Huang Rong's face grew increasingly grim, and her beautiful eyes burned with a mixture of disgust and murderous rage: "Peach Blossom Island is located in the East China Sea. I will never mistake the weapons and killing methods that these Japanese pirates are accustomed to using!"

only……"

She paused, a deep sense of doubt in her voice, "More than ten years ago, the Japanese islands submitted and became a vassal state of the Tang Dynasty. We haven't heard from them in years!"

Wang Meng looked at the two already cold corpses on the ground, then glanced at Huang Rong's increasingly cold and beautiful face, which was a mixture of anger and doubt, and suddenly spoke, his voice steady and firm: "They are not the guards here."

"Ok?"

Huang Rong was still reeling from the shock of the Japanese pirates reappearing in the martial world when she heard this. She was taken aback and turned around, her bright eyes filled with confusion.

In her view, the one lying at the entrance of the dungeon must be a guard.

Wang Meng did not explain immediately, but stepped forward and squatted down.

His movements, unlike Huang Rong's, were not graceful and feminine, but possessed a calm and steady demeanor.

He didn't touch the corpse, but instead used his sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, to carefully scan every detail.

"look!"

He reached out and pointed to the empty waist of one of the corpses, "None of them carried a sword, not even a short dagger for self-defense."

Even if Mantuo Manor were short-staffed, the person responsible for guarding such an important place as the dungeon would certainly not be an unarmed maid.

He paused, giving Huang Rong time to process this most obvious, yet most easily overlooked, fact.

"Furthermore!"

His gaze shifted to the posture and direction in which the two corpses fell, and his deduction became as clear as unraveling an onion: "Look at the position and direction in which they fell."

If they were guards and discovered someone attempting a prison break, their first reaction would be to rush forward to stop them, or to stand guard with their backs to the dungeon door.

But look at their positions…

His fingers traced an invisible path in the air, connecting the entire scene.

"this one!"

He pointed to the maid who was a little further from the dungeon door: "Her face was turned toward the path we came from, and her whole body was in a forward-falling posture with her arms outstretched. It was clear that she was being chased from behind and killed with a single blow while she was running for her life."

"And the other one!"

His gaze shifted to the second body lying in the flower bushes not far away: "She was curled up in the shadows of the flowers, her posture contorted, as if she had been discovered while trying to hide among the grass and trees and was killed on the spot."

Their goal was never the dungeon, but rather outwards—to the front hall, to where there were many people, to deliver a message!

Wang Meng slowly stood up, his gaze sharp, looking directly into Huang Rong's beautiful eyes, which were slightly widened in shock. He gave his final conclusion, his tone calm, yet carrying a powerful logic that was impossible to refute.

"So, my guess is this: these two maids were perhaps just patrolling the flower garden, or perhaps they were taking a shortcut back to their rooms when they happened to stumble upon this group of Japanese pirates unlocking the door for Murong Fu's prison break."

Greatly alarmed, they didn't have time to think and turned to run away in different directions, wanting to report the news to the inner hall.

However, these ruthless murderers caught up with them one by one and silenced them.

After listening to Wang Meng's meticulous analysis, Huang Rong's coldness and anger were gradually replaced by a deep sense of astonishment.

Following Wang Meng's train of thought, she looked at the two corpses again and discovered that everything was indeed as he had said.

He was so focused on identifying the killer's origins from the wounds that he overlooked the most direct and fundamental clues at the scene.

After listening to Wang Meng's meticulous analysis, Huang Rong's coldness and anger were gradually replaced by a deep sense of astonishment.

Following Wang Meng's train of thought, she looked at the two corpses again and discovered that everything was indeed as he had said.

He was so focused on identifying the killer's origins from the wounds that he overlooked the most direct and fundamental clues at the scene.

The way she looked at Wang Meng changed once again.

This man not only possesses unfathomable and strange martial arts skills and an unsettling aura of evil, but also has a mind that is meticulous and insightful.

This keen observation and calm judgment, in stark contrast to his seemingly frivolous and dissolute appearance, only adds to his unfathomable charm.

"Then let's..."

Just as Huang Rong was about to ask for a solution, Wang Meng had already taken action.

He didn't rush to chase after her. Instead, like a patient cheetah, he crouched down again, his eyes searching the ground inch by inch along the direction the maid had fallen.

Soon, his gaze settled on a banana leaf.

"here!"

Huang Rong leaned closer and saw a drop of blood, now dark brown, congealed on the broad green leaf.

The blood droplets were extremely small; if not carefully observed, they could easily be mistaken for mud or insect excrement.

"There are people injured!"

Wang Meng said in a deep voice, "It's very likely that he was injured in the fight with the dungeon guards!"

With this discovery, the subsequent investigation had a clear direction.

Without further hesitation, the two followed the direction of the bloodstains and headed towards the dense forest surrounding the manor.

They were like two hunters who had worked together for many years, one looking for possible traces on the branches and leaves high up, while the other kept a close eye on the ground.

Soon, Huang Rong discovered more clues on a patch of soft mud.

"There are footprints here!"

she whispered.

On that patch of mud, there were a dozen or so footprints of varying depths, messy but fresh, clearly indicating that a group of people had briefly stayed there.

These footprints clearly reveal more information.

Several sets of footprints were very deep, and the edges of the footprints showed signs of dragging, indicating that they were carrying an injured companion or Murong Fu who was forcibly taken away.

The other sets of footprints were very shallow and made no sound when they landed.