The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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What truly caused Wang Meng's pupils to dilate slightly in an instant was the young woman following behind the old nun.

The woman appeared to be no more than twenty years old, dressed in a very simple white dress.

Even with such a simple outfit, it couldn't hide her natural, stunning beauty.

She had a face as beautiful and refined as a lotus leaf after the rain, with skin as white as snow, and eyebrows as exquisite as a painting. Her eyes were like a clear, talking pool of autumn water, and at this moment, they were slightly lowered, carrying a hint of shyness and reluctance to look directly at her.

But Wang Meng's gaze was undisguised and aggressive, scrutinizing her thoroughly from head to toe.

His gaze swept over her slender, seemingly fragile neck, and landed on her high, firm breasts, whose perfect contours were still visible despite her simple clothes.

Those two small but absolutely perky snow-capped peaks pushed the plain-colored fabric into an extreme arc.

Wang Meng could even clearly see the shape of two small buds protruding beneath the fabric, caused by tension and the chill of the night wind.

He bet those two buds were a tender pink, unique to young girls, like two ripe cherries waiting to be picked.

His gaze continued downwards, passing over her incredibly slender waist, and then settling on her pert, incredibly elastic buttocks.

The pure white skirt swayed gently as she walked, outlining a perfect curve that would make any man's blood boil.

Wang Meng's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"Amitabha."

The old nun's voice was like two cold stones rubbing against each other, devoid of any warmth.

Those sharp eyes didn't even glance at Wang Meng.

He stared intently at Li Qingluo, who was in his arms and whose clothes were disheveled.

“Madam Wang, I thought your Mantuo Manor had been ransacked by some thieves,” she said sarcastically, “but I never imagined that it was Madam Wang herself who committed such a despicable act in broad daylight!”

"How can you face your deceased husband looking like this?"

Li Qingluo straightened up from Wang Meng's iron-like embrace.

Her phoenix eyes were moistened with tears.

Calmly, she met the old nun's piercing gaze.

She slowly and deliberately adjusted her palace dress. The movement was less about concealing something and more about languidly and defiantly hiding that breathtaking expanse of white.

"Master Jing'an, how have you been?"

A cold, beautiful smile appeared on Li Qingluo's lips: "Who do we have here in the middle of the night, coming to my Mantuo Manor to gossip like a long-tongued woman?"

So, it's you, the highly accomplished master of the Hengshan Sect.

She deliberately emphasized the words "Hengshan Sect," making them sound sarcastic.

"What I do is none of your business, Master."

Her voice instantly turned cold and sarcastic: "But why are you, nun, not in your Hengshan Mountain, playing your seven-stringed zither and striking your wooden fish, but instead running to my Jiangnan water town?"

Could it be that he couldn't bear the loneliness of being deep in the mountains?

"Does she also want to come here, find a random man, and experience the flavors of this mortal world?"

Just as Li Qingluo was using her venomous tongue to retaliate against the old nun, Wang Meng made a move.

His large hand, which had been resting on Li Qingluo's slender waist, slowly slid down, past her plump, stunning curves, and finally grabbed her right buttock, which, even through the silk, still appeared pert and full of elasticity.

He even used his thick fingers to pinch her firm, elastic buttocks twice.

This action is vulgar, shameless, and full of naked possessiveness.

In front of these two uninvited guests, he declared in the most direct way that the woman in his arms was his property!

His eyes didn't even glance at the old nun who was furious and turned pale. Instead, with an aggressive gaze that seemed to want to devour her alive, he fixed his gaze on the white-dressed girl who had been keeping her head down and trembling slightly the whole time.

The old nun, Abbess Jing'an, was so angry by Li Qingluo's barbed words that she trembled all over, and her old face turned as red as a pig's liver.

She had practiced silent meditation her whole life and cultivated her temper her whole life; she had never suffered such humiliation.

What's more, in front of his most beloved disciple!

Before she could react, Wang Meng's large hand, which she considered filthy and utterly vulgar, had already made that obscene and indecent gesture right before her eyes!

"You...you people! In broad daylight, under the clear sky!"

It's simply...it's utterly shameless!

"Indecent and immoral!"

Master Jing'an was so angry that even her voice changed tone.

As Li Qingluo felt the domineering force from the large hand on her buttocks, and the long, hard, and vibrant spear that was still uncomfortable even through the fabric, she felt no shame. Instead, an unprecedented, morbid sense of satisfaction and security welled up inside her.

She leaned even more softly into Wang Meng's arms, her phoenix eyes glancing sideways at the furious Jing An.

The sneer at the corner of his mouth grew increasingly cruel.

“Master Jing’an, you’re mistaken.”

She said slowly and deliberately, "First of all, it's nighttime now, not 'broad daylight'."

Secondly, it is perfectly natural and ethical for me to be intimate with my own man, and it has absolutely nothing to do with being "immoral" or "immoral".

"But you, Abbess, barging into the inner courtyard of my Mantuo Manor in the dead of night, and interfering in the affairs of my manor... that, perhaps, is truly shameless!"

"you!"

Li Qingluo's words were like a soft knife, each one stabbing into Master Jing'an's lungs.

That's right, she came here today specifically to cause trouble.

The auction a few days ago.

Master Jing'an, representing the Hengshan School, also participated.

She originally intended to bid on a few items that would enhance the sect's prestige.

Especially the painting "Autumn River Fishing Alone," which is said to be the work of a painting master from the previous dynasty.

And a "Purple Lightning" sword that is said to have been worn by a senior member of a sect back then.

But who knew that a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Some guy, who appeared out of nowhere, raised prices again and again in a way that was almost humiliating.

No matter how much Master Jing'an offered, he would always double it.

Even revealing their identity as members of the Hengshan Sect was useless.

Finally, the painting "Autumn River Fishing Alone" was auctioned off for a sky-high price of 10,000 taels of silver, while the "Purple Lightning" sword was acquired for an even higher price of 30,000 taels of silver.

This is an utter disgrace!

On the spot, Abbess Jing'an was so angry that her heart almost reversed.

She approached Li Qingluo, wanting to know that person's identity.

But Li Qingluo was in charge of the cash flow arrangements, so how could she possibly betray the customers' identities?

This caused a grudge between Li Qingluo and Abbess Jing'an.

The Hengshan Sect has been an ally of the Murong family for many years.

She even scoffed at Wang Meng when he said he wanted to destroy the Murong clan during the day.

But tonight, she saw the direction of Canhe Village, where a towering, hellish fire blazed!

A strong sense of unease gripped her heart.

She immediately brought her most beloved disciple, Wu Qingying, to visit, ostensibly to probe the truth of the matter.

But who would have thought that as soon as she entered the backyard, she would see this scene that made her blood boil!

Li Qingluo took in the incredibly exciting, ever-changing expressions on Jing'an's face, her pleasure even stronger than if she had killed Jing'an.

"What's wrong, nun? Why aren't you saying anything?"

She deliberately rubbed her voluptuous body against Wang Meng's crotch, feeling the monstrous spear pressing even harder against her buttocks. "Is it because I hit a nerve that you're angry and embarrassed?"

Or perhaps... Master, you're worried about why your old friend, the Murong family, hasn't made a move yet?

Oh, how could I forget that your Hengshan Sect has always had a good relationship with the Murong Clan?

Many of their disciples have married into the Murong clan, creating numerous beautiful stories... But how could I possibly remember that your Hengshan Sect required members to become monks or nuns?

"You...you vixen!"

What nonsense are you spouting!

How dare someone as lowly as you insult the name of my Hengshan Sect!

Master Jing'an finally lost her temper. She pointed at Li Qingluo and shouted sternly.

"Oh?"

Wang Meng finally spoke.

His voice remained that lazy, aggressive tone.

While he continued to shamelessly knead Li Qingluo's ripe and incredibly elastic buttocks, he also looked Jing'an up and down with his eyes.

"Old nun, who are you calling a lowly woman?"

His gaze swept over Jing'an's withered chest and sagging buttocks, and a smile of extreme contempt appeared on his face: "With your body that's been stripped naked and thrown on the roadside, where even stray dogs wouldn't bother to sniff you, you probably don't even have the right to be considered, do you?"

"you!

You devil!

you……"

"As for your damn ally, the Murong clan!"

What utter nonsense about the Southern Murong clan.

Wang Meng's lips curled into a cruel smile: "He and his father, who dreams of being emperor, and their hundreds of family members."

Now, they've all reunited down there.

I personally saw them off on their journey.

boom!