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Li Canghai's voice became even more ethereal, as if it came from the depths of the long river of history: "A hundred years from now, on this Taihu Lake, will there still be anyone who remembers what it means to 'return the favor on the enemy's own terms'?"
It's likely that even the name 'Canhezhuang' has long been lost to the dust of time.
That land, perhaps, has already been transformed into new pavilions and towers, inhabited by new people who have nothing to do with you or me.
They will drink and make merry on that land once soaked in blood, marry and have children. They will look at this beautiful scenery and exclaim, "What a beautiful view!" They will never know that this place once buried a dream of restoring a nation that had lasted for hundreds of years.
She finally turned her gaze away from that distant, unattainable place.
Those eyes, clear and cold as a deep pool, seemingly able to see into the past and future, once again fell upon Wang Meng's hand, which was tightly gripping the gemstone.
"so!"
A smirk, tinged with utter sarcasm, curled at the corners of her lips: "Do you still think it matters what this stone is called...?"
That cold, sarcastic question, "Does it matter?"
Like an invisible hammer, it slammed heavily into the depths of Wang Meng's consciousness.
Before my eyes, Li Canghai's aloof and otherworldly face, and the desolate bamboo forest, were like a painting soaked in water, rapidly blurring, fading, and distorting...
But in the next moment, a completely different, vibrant, warm and soft sensation clearly came from his palm.
It's the skin!
It was warm and delicate, with a faint blush that hadn't completely faded after a blissful moment.
Wang Meng's vision blurred for a moment, then his unfocused pupils regained their focus.
He returned to reality.
He was still lying on that huge and ornate carved bed that belonged to Li Qingluo.
The fragrance of bamboo leaves no longer lingers around the nose.
Rather, it was the scent emanating from the ripe woman beneath him, a blend of orchid fragrance and rich aroma that made his blood boil.
He looked down at the stunning beauty in his arms, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, a hint of displeasure on her face, as he had been distracted and moved a little too much.
Li Qingluo, like a tamed, lazy Persian cat, was naked and curled up in his arms.
Her mature body was perfectly voluptuous.
Right there, without any warning, she pressed close to him.
"Ah!"
"The victor is king, the loser is villain?"
"I'm destined for greatness, let's do it!"
"Then I'll call it... The Heart of Africa!"
Without hesitation, Wang Meng tilted his head back and swallowed the teardrop-shaped gem he named "Heart of Africa".
The gemstone felt icy to the touch, but as it slid down my throat, it brought a warm, gentle sensation, eventually settling heavily into my stomach, like a piece of silent, cold iron.
Wang Meng's eyes were slightly closed, his arms still firmly encircling the soft, fragrant body in his arms, but his mind was completely focused on his dantian, and he immediately began to circulate the Heavenly Wrath Heart Technique.
The internal energy that had been flowing gently like a stream within him was now guided by the cultivation technique, carefully enveloping the gemstone.
The instant the internal force touched the surface of the gemstone
hum!
A deep, almost inaudible thud did not come from the outside, but exploded within Wang Meng's internal organs and meridians!
The "Heart of Africa" was like a prehistoric beast that had been awakened, instantly releasing a strange torrent of energy that was a mixture of cold and heat.
This torrent was incredibly domineering, and it crashed into Wang Meng's own internal energy circulation.
If the previous internal energy was like a gently flowing stream, then at this moment, it was as if a galaxy bursting down from the heavens!
"boom!"
Wang Meng's body involuntarily shuddered violently. The internal energy surging through his meridians accelerated several times over!
He simply couldn't tell whether the speed at which his internal energy circulated was actually five times that Li Canghai had claimed...
Because it was like a raging tsunami, every inch of the meridians was being frantically washed, torn, and widened by this fierce force.
A feeling of swelling and pain, yet also a sense of being forcibly stretched and savage, instantly tensed all of Wang Meng's muscles, with veins bulging like dragons beneath his skin.
"Um……"
A sweet, slightly surprised nasal sound escaped from Li Qingluo's lips.
She was curled up in Wang Meng's arms like a cat, enjoying the lingering warmth, when she suddenly felt a dramatic change in the man's body beneath her.
The chest, which had been just warm, suddenly became hotter in a few breaths, scalding her delicate skin until it felt numb, as if she were being branded with a red-hot iron.
Immediately afterwards, she could clearly feel every muscle in his body instantly contract and harden, becoming as indestructible as granite, tightly holding her in his arms.
A subtle yet powerful tremor emanated from deep within his body, causing her to tremble slightly.
Li Qingluo raised her stunningly beautiful face in surprise, only to see Wang Meng's brows furrowed, his cheeks flushed an unnatural red, and fine beads of sweat glistening on his forehead and firm chest in the dim room. His breathing became heavy and long, each exhale carrying a hot breath that tickled and burned her cheeks and neck. Mei, what are you thinking about? You're free, Lin, are you...?
What exactly happened inside Wang Meng's body?
At this moment, Wang Meng was using all his mind to control the almost out-of-control violent power within his body.
He endured the excruciating pain of his meridians being torn apart, guiding this newborn power through one cycle after another, following the path of the Heavenly Wrath Heart Sutra.
"Crack...knock..."
A subtle, delicate sound, like glass shattering.
It emanated clearly from within his body!
The true energy that had been subtly conflicting within his body was now flowing towards the newly formed, black hole-like "origin" in his dantian, like rivers flowing into the sea.
The surging true energy, within his meridians, which had already been expanded several times over and were incredibly resilient, flowed like a torrent bursting its banks!
With each complete cycle, the quality of the true energy will become one degree purer!
The color, initially mixed, gradually transformed into a deep, almost all-consuming purplish-black!
As the internal energy circulated wildly, Wang Meng's body swelled up to a size larger at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Those bulging, steel-cast muscles even had a faint, metallic sheen.
The most astonishing change occurred in his... crotch.
There, the once majestic spear, softened by the completion of its task.
At this moment, driven by this earth-shattering, new force, it began to slowly recharge.
"Well……"
Li Qingluo almost instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, her beautiful peach blossom eyes wide open, staring intently at the unbelievable scene before her.
She was lying on her side next to Wang Meng, so she could feel and see the astonishing changes most clearly.
It starts at the root, where the skin and flesh tighten at a visible speed, and the thick blue veins are no longer just bulging.
The increase in size was secondary; what truly shocked Li Qingluo was the change in its texture.
Its color in the dim light presents a deep, faint purple luster, as if the finest sandalwood has been polished to the extreme, hard, steady, full of explosive power, yet without a trace of the softness of ordinary flesh.
"Zi...Zi..."
A faint sound came from the surface of the spear; it was the sound of extremely pure true energy rubbing against the air as it circulated at high speed.
When it is fully awakened, its ferocious and enormous spearhead stands proudly in the air, and the tip no longer secretes any turbid liquid.
Instead, a single, crystal-clear droplet of water, like morning dew, slowly seeped out.
The water droplets seemed to contain a vast life essence, emitting a faint, strange fragrance. Just smelling it made Li Qingluo feel an indescribable weakness throughout her body, and a surge of heat uncontrollably welled up from deep within her legs.
It stood there quietly and arrogantly, needing no further caresses; its very existence was an unparalleled declaration.
It proclaims that its master has entered a completely new and unfathomable realm.
As soon as Wang Meng had a thought, the surging torrent of energy within his body, like a tsunami, seemed to find its final outlet, letting out a thunderous roar that shook the very soul, and rushing towards a mysterious and profound pass!
In that instant, Li Qingluo was horrified to see that Wang Meng was completely enveloped in a thin, visible white mist.
This is not water vapor, but a purer and more solid form of energy.
Beneath his tightly closed eyes, his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he were witnessing a spectacle unimaginable to mortals.
At that moment, the intermittent "crackling" sound, like shattering glass, that had been emanating from his body completely stopped.
It didn't end abruptly, but rather, like countless tiny shards of glass, after a final, clear chorus, it instantly melted, reformed, and transformed into a flawless, perfectly harmonious, and transparent whole.
The barrier to the peak of the acquired realm, that invisible and intangible yet indestructible "ceiling," was completely pierced, shattered, and even annihilated in the face of this surge of true energy that combined with the domineering power of the "Heart of Africa"!
innate!
An unprecedented feeling of complete comfort spread throughout Wang Meng's body.
If the meridians before were river channels forcibly widened by the Dragon Essence Tiger Fierce Thirteen Kidneys.
Now, these waterways have been polished smooth as mirrors, and true energy flows through them without any stagnation. Instead, they have a sense of fluidity and ease, like a fish in water.
He can clearly "see" every detail inside his body.
The bones became more lustrous, faintly revealing a jade-like sheen.
The flow of blood became steady and powerful, each drop seemingly containing explosive energy.
The internal organs, as if washed by sweet rain, radiated vitality.
As the true energy from the breakthrough penetrated through, the purple aura on the surface of the ferocious spear that was still standing between his legs gradually faded, returning to its normal flesh color, but its indestructible texture and heavy presence remained undiminished.
Wang Meng slowly and deeply exhaled a breath of stale air.
The breath was long and deep. After leaving his mouth and nose, it did not immediately dissipate. Instead, it condensed into a faint white arrow in the air, shooting out several feet away with a "whoosh" before slowly dissipating.
He opened his eyes.
For a split second, Li Qingluo's heart skipped a beat.
"I……"
Wang Meng spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, but every word was filled with a peculiar charm, as if it resonated with some kind of connection between heaven and earth: "Is this... the feeling of innate nature?"
Li Canghai had said this before.