The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Which man doesn't dream of achieving great deeds, becoming a king, and conquering the world?

Which man doesn't yearn to wield power over the world while awake and to rest his head on the lap of a beautiful woman while drunk?

There was no opportunity before, but now, the opportunity seems to be right in front of us!

Moreover... the image of the mother and daughter involuntarily surfaced in Wang Meng's mind.

Thinking of this mother and daughter, who are both cold as ice and venomous as snakes, yet both possess such alluring bodies—one mature and voluptuous, seemingly overflowing with breast milk, and even more charming.

A youthful, alluring figure, yet equally cold and ruthless—an uncontrollable, burning rage rose within Wang Meng's heart.

This burning desire stems not only from a man's most primal desire for beautiful women, but also from a strong sense of resentment and revenge after being belittled and humiliated.

The more superior they were, the more they viewed him as an ant, the more intense his desire to conquer, fueled by his "thirteen kidneys," burned. Mei ne yong mei ne kong mei ne mei ne xiang ne xiang…

"Hmph, Mantuo Manor... Wang Yuyan... and that one..."

A chilling smile curled at the corner of Wang Meng's lips, his eyes gleaming with a wolf-like light.

"After coming into this world, is it simply a matter of 'better to live a miserable life than to die a good death'?"

No, merely living would be too lenient for this world, too lenient for this mother and daughter who treated him like dirt!

He not only wants to live, but he also wants to live a more exciting and fulfilling life than anyone else!

"Langhuan Jade Cave...the master of Mantuo Manor..."

He muttered to himself the keywords in the system task.

What he had initially thought was an unattainable, even somewhat absurd, mission objective was now gradually becoming clearer in his mind, and was closely linked to the alluring and seductive figures of the mother and daughter.

A bold, even insane, short-term goal quickly took shape in his mind and spread like wildfire, becoming unstoppable: he would conquer the mother and daughter! Completely and utterly conquer them!

Not only does he want to become the master of Mantuo Manor and control the so-called Langhuan Jade Cave, but he also wants to make these women who treat him like pigs and dogs bow down to him and writhe in pleasure before him!

He wanted to personally tear off their arrogant and aloof masks, and see how they cried and begged for mercy under his extraordinary "assets," and how they transformed from ice queens and cold-faced demons into irresistible temptations!

He wanted the woman with the white veil to kiss every inch of his skin with her cherry lips stained with milk, and to warm his heart, which had grown cold from humiliation, with her full, snowy breasts.

He wanted that proud Wang Yuyan to use her cold voice to let out the most passionate moans in his ear, and to use her slender yet elastic waist to meet his wildest thrusts!

This is not only to complete that damned "waist king reserved mission" and avoid the tragic fate of becoming a "heavenly eunuch," but also to wash away the humiliation he suffered today and to satisfy his masculine ambition and desire that have swelled to an extreme due to his newfound power!

This goal, like the most intense flame, instantly ignited all the passion and drive in his body.

He could even feel that the thirteen kidneys in his waist and abdomen, which had been dormant for a moment, seemed to be swelling and heating up again, and powerful torrents of energy were surging and surging towards his limbs and bones, as well as the "giant"!

But where should we begin?

His burgeoning ambition and desire acted like the most powerful catalyst, stirring up the previously dormant fragments of memories belonging to this body deep within his mind.

As the power in his kidneys continued to nourish him, those memories that had been buried and isolated because of the "mystery of the womb" began to recover rapidly, like ice melting and rivers thawing, with more and more information flooding into his consciousness.

"hiss--"

Wang Meng suddenly felt a slight headache, but what followed was a clearer and more comprehensive flood of memories.

He began to "see" scenes that did not belong to him, the corporate slave "Wang Meng".

The majestic snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly, with a sacred fire burning brightly atop the peaks, symbolizing light.

Men and women dressed in peculiar costumes and with solemn expressions chanted obscure and difficult-to-understand scriptures.

Swords clash, blood flows, and clandestine scenes of lurking in the shadows and delivering intelligence...

"That's it...that's it!"

Wang Meng's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his mouth involuntarily stretched into a grin that was a mixture of surprise and savagery.

Although he had previously made a mistake while practicing a certain Ming Cult skill, which led to him going into qi deviation and losing all his power, he eventually ended up as the lowest-ranking servant and spy at Mantuo Manor.

However, the complete manual of the Ming Cult's martial arts technique that caused Wang Meng to go mad—the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique"—was deeply engraved in the body's instinctive memory, like a brand!

The Holy Fire Technique of the Bright Venerable is a skill that disciples of the Five Elements Flag must practice.

It is a strange martial art created by the old man Huoshan in the Persian mountains. Its style is to strike east and then west, making it impossible to defend against. When combined with the Five Elements Flag Formation, it can unleash more than three times its power.

As these memories resurfaced, Wang Meng looked inward and was shocked to discover that his meridians, which had been severely damaged and almost broken due to the demonic possession, had become incredibly strong under the extreme and abnormal repair capabilities of the "Thirteen Kidneys." The previous damage was now almost negligible!

It was as if that "going into a frenzy" had not completely destroyed his body, but rather was an extreme "destruction and reconstruction," which, with the help of the "thirteen kidneys," laid a much stronger foundation for him than ordinary people!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wang Meng could no longer contain his joy and laughed inwardly.

We've got the martial arts manual!

His foundation in cultivation far surpasses that of ordinary people!

Add to that the boundless energy, abnormal regenerative ability, and terrifying "weapon" brought by the "thirteen kidneys"... it truly is a case of "after all the mountains and rivers seem to have no way out, a new village appears amidst the darkest willows and brightest flowers."

However, the overwhelming joy in Wang Meng's heart surged like a tide, but he forcibly suppressed it.

He took a deep breath, the fervor and arrogance in his eyes quickly subsiding, replaced by a profound calm. Now was far from the time to be complacent.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Song, who was lying on the hard bed next to him, completely unconscious and fast asleep due to the severity of his injuries.

Zhao Song's face, contorted with pain, and the shocking bloodstains between his buttocks and legs, constantly reminded Wang Meng that this was the Mantuo Manor, a place that devours people without spitting out their bones, and that he was currently just a lowly servant to be manipulated at will.

Today, he was able to survive by sheer luck, and his health is almost completely fine. Besides the help of his "thirteen kidneys," it is probably also related to the fact that his astonishing "assets" have aroused other thoughts in some people.

But this kind of luck cannot last forever.

To completely conquer that venomous mother and daughter, to pin them down and humiliate them at will, mere momentary bravado and the strength of one's manhood are far from enough.

He needs greater strength, deeper cunning, and... more covert operations.

Wang Meng's eyes darted around, and then a look of grimace and agony appeared on his face.

He mimicked Zhao Song's actions, carefully and exaggeratedly adjusting his posture to lie face down on the hard bed, as if the twenty strokes of the cane had truly caused him unbearable pain.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy and slightly rapid, as if he was having difficulty falling asleep due to the pain.

However, beneath his seemingly "resting with his eyes closed" and "groaning in pain" exterior, his mind was completely immersed in a different scene.

The mantra of the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique," which had just been revived from the depths of his memory, flowed through his mind like a rushing river, word by word.

"In the beginning of time, when heaven and earth were first created and yin and yang were separated, the sage descended to earth, and the sacred fire shone everywhere..."

The obscure and difficult-to-pronounce scriptures now seemed exceptionally clear. Following the guidance of the general outline of the cultivation method, Wang Meng began to try to mobilize the energy within his body.

With a thought, a faint but exceptionally pure internal energy slowly rose from his dantian, like a newly born stream, and began to circulate cautiously along the specific meridian routes recorded in the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique".

The thirteen strange kidneys seemed to sense the pull of this energy, and began to tremble slightly, releasing streams of purer and more powerful strange energy that continuously flowed into the nascent inner energy, causing it to grow rapidly.

Wang Meng felt a warm current coursing through his body, and wherever it passed, the last trace of throbbing pain and discomfort from the beating quickly vanished. In its place was an unprecedented feeling of comfort and strength.

But soon, a gurgling sound suddenly came out.

Wang Meng... is hungry!

Chapter Four: Drunkenness and Opportunistic Revenge

Poor in literature and rich in martial arts!

Wang Meng had only seen this term in novels and storybooks in his previous life, and he didn't have any deep understanding or appreciation of it, considering it just a slightly exaggerated description.

But now, he truly and deeply felt the weighty significance behind those four words.

He glanced down at the fish skeletons scattered around his feet.

These fish skeletons, large and small, were piled up like a mountain, almost covering the floor of their simple servants' quarters.

These were just the things he "casually" ate while working in the kitchen of Mantuo Villa during that short week.

It's been almost half a month since I got that beating.

The two were reassigned from their roles as flower servants to kitchen helpers.

For Wang Meng, who desperately needed a lot of food to replenish the energy consumed during his cultivation, this was like a godsend.

Mantuo Mountain Villa is a large and prosperous business, so the daily consumption of ingredients in the kitchen is naturally staggering.

Although the consumption of rice, flour, meat, and vegetables is finite.

Mantuo Manor is located in the Jiangnan region, a place abundant in water and mountains, but with limited arable land. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and are left untranslated.)

However, Mantuo Villa was built by the water.

There are streams everywhere, so there is an almost unlimited supply of things like fish.

Every day, a large number of fish farmers from the village deliver fresh fish and shrimp.

If you can't finish eating this stuff, you just throw it away, so nobody bothers to count it.

Wang Meng ate with almost all his might.

Since he began practicing the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique," coupled with the bottomless energy demands of his "Thirteen Kidneys," his appetite has become terrifyingly large.

What an average person eats in one meal wouldn't even fill a tooth gap for him.

Two or three out of ten of the fish, shrimp and meat dishes cooked in the kitchen every day ended up in his stomach.

Even so, he often felt empty inside and unbearably hungry.

This made him fully understand why the ancients often said, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts."

Those who practice martial arts, especially those who cultivate superior internal martial arts, have an enormous physical exertion and a great need for nutrition that is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

The cost of food alone is enormous.

How could an ordinary family afford to support someone who practices martial arts?

Being able to fill one's stomach is already a blessing, let alone consuming large amounts of meat and fish for nourishment every day. And this is just the simple act of "eating".

In addition to ensuring sufficient food intake, to achieve something in martial arts, one also needs a variety of rare herbs to temper one's bones and muscles, refine one's flesh and blood, and increase one's internal strength.

The Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique alone records the names of the herbs used to refine the body, including things like century-old ginseng and lingzhi.

These things are rare to begin with.

Even an ordinary martial artist might go bankrupt and still not be able to obtain even a single leaf.

Not to mention, one also needs guidance from renowned teachers, powerful weapons, and various elixirs and tonics to aid cultivation... Each and every one of these requires a massive amount of money to support.

"No wonder those martial arts sects are all incredibly wealthy, ruling their own mountains, recruiting numerous disciples, and running various businesses..."