The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Rong'er was overwhelmed, and the respected elders were all busy overseeing operations and suppressing troublemakers in various locations, making it impossible for them to participate in this escort mission.

Every word she uttered was like a precise chess piece placed on the chessboard. Seemingly ordinary, yet each move was fatal, constantly blocking all of Fang Yanqing's possible escape routes.

"What we lack is neither manpower nor connections."

Li Qingluo's voice became incredibly sincere, even carrying a hint of pleading, "What we lack are just a few true masters who can hold the line at crucial moments. Masters who can kill the enemy leader amidst thousands of troops."

Finally, she delivered the most devastating and irrefutable blow.

"Moreover... I heard that you are about to set off back to Sichuan soon... Isn't this journey convenient?"

The two words, "on the way," were like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing Fang Yanqing's heart.

The last vestige of reason and resolve she had just mustered crumbled once again the moment she heard those words.

Yes...it's on the way. The Beggars' Sect is in charge, with ten thousand people escorting them; all they lack is top-tier experts to oversee the operation.

And since they were all heading back to Emei, and were "top experts," it just so happened that they were going the same way!

All reasons have been blocked.

Morality, human relationships, even the itinerary... everything becomes so "reasonable," so "natural."

reject?

What reason could she possibly have to refuse a righteous act led by the world's largest gang, aimed at saving the soldiers and civilians of Xiangyang?

Fang Yanqing's lips opened and closed silently a few times, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She felt that she wasn't persuaded, but rather bound tightly by a seamless net woven from "morality" and "logic".

And the one who wove this net is the smiling, witch-like... good sister in front of us, who was just playing with her feet under the table.

Just as Fang Yanqing was about to use her last bit of strength to squeeze out the word "no," which represented a complete break,

"Crash!!"

The beaded curtain, which had just quieted down, was suddenly flung open from the inside once more.

Wang Meng left but returned.

He still looked as energetic as ever, but now the lazy smile on his face had disappeared, replaced by a deep, unfathomable calm.

His frighteningly bright eyes didn't look at Li Qingluo, but instead fell directly on Fang Yanqing's deathly pale face.

Every step he took was steady and heavy. The sound of his footsteps, clad in a tight-fitting outfit, was not loud, but it was like an invisible heavy hammer, striking Fang Yanqing's already erratic heartbeat again and again.

The air in the entire hall seemed to freeze in that instant, becoming thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Fang Yanqing's refusal, which was already on the tip of her tongue and about to spill out, was abruptly stuck in her throat.

Finally, Wang Meng stopped at the table.

He didn't sit down, but just stood there, looking down at the beautiful Taoist nun who was still barefoot and in a sorry state.

Then he spoke.

The voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable, weighty quality.

"I'll go too this time!"

If Li Qingluo's words were a flawless net woven from "morality," binding Fang Yanqing tightly...

Wang Meng's words were like a giant, red-hot sword that fell from the sky, shattering the net, along with the last line of defense in Fang Yanqing's heart called "hesitation" and "struggle," in one fell swoop!

"I……"

Fang Yanqing's lips trembled slightly.

She wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything at all.

Her unfocused, misty eyes.

Finally, she slowly raised her head and met Wang Meng's calm yet profound eyes, eyes that seemed to draw her entire soul in.

She nodded slowly.

She agreed.

With that nod, the beautiful Taoist nun's entire body tensed up, a force she used to resist Li Qingluo and struggle against morality.

In an instant, it was completely drained.

The beautiful Taoist nun felt that her secret place, which had long been compromised and was now muddy and overflowing, was once again completely and utterly flooded.

Chapter 48: The Division of Realms, the Murong Clan's Slap in the Face.

The afternoon sun lazily spilled into the courtyard.

The courtyard was small, with a stone table and benches in one corner and a heavy weapon rack in the other.

Wang Meng was shirtless, his bronze skin shimmering with a fine sheen in the sunlight—sweat, and also the outward manifestation of his almost overflowing pure yang energy.

He held a long, jet-black steel spear in his hand.

They were practicing their marksmanship in the courtyard, one move at a time.

His movements weren't fast, even deliberately slow. Mei, what are you thinking? Mei, what are you doing? Lin, what are you doing?

Every shot he fired carried an imposing aura as solid as a mountain.

The gun barrel, as thick as an average person's arm, felt as light as a feather in his hands.

When the spear tip pierced the air, it no longer made a sharp whistling sound, but a low, muffled "whooshing" sound, stirring up the surrounding air and creating visible ripples.

Beside the stone table, Li Canghai was leisurely leaning back in a bamboo chair.

She held a yellowed ancient book in one hand and a steaming cup of tea in the other. Occasionally, she would lift her eyelids from the book and glance indifferently at the man sweating profusely in the courtyard.

"stop."

Her voice was soft, yet like a sharp knife, instantly slicing through the muffled gunfire.

Wang Meng's movements came to an abrupt halt. The tip of the spear remained firmly planted, three inches above the ground, completely still.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. He turned his head and looked at Li Canghai with a questioning gaze.

Li Canghai didn't look at him. He simply brought the teacup to his lips, blew on it gently, and then said slowly, "Your power has already reached its limit."

But your understanding hasn't caught up yet.

Right now, you're like a penniless man who's just acquired a mountain of gold but is still thinking like a poor man with only a penny to his name.

She put down her teacup, turned a page of her book, and continued, "Do you know how martial artists in this world are classified into different realms?"

Wang Meng shook his head, gripped the gun barrel, and stood quietly, like a student waiting for a teacher's reprimand.

"Ordinary martial artists spend their entire lives trapped in the realm of 'body refinement,' which can also be called 'acquired'."

Li Canghai's voice is calm yet magnetic, carrying a sense of composure as he recounts profound truths.

"The so-called body refinement is to polish the physical body, this skin."

It is divided into six steps, from the outside in: refining the skin, refining the flesh, refining the tendons, refining the bones, refining the internal organs, and refining the marrow.

Refining the skin makes it tough and resistant to damage from ordinary swords and knives.

Refining meat can greatly increase strength, making one capable of lifting a cauldron.

Strengthening the tendons can make the body as flexible as a spring, faster than a galloping horse.

Bone tempering can make bones as hard as iron, making the whole body a unified whole.

Strengthening the internal organs can make the internal organs powerful and the qi and blood abundant.

Refining the marrow can make blood production continuous and restore health far beyond that of ordinary people.

Reaching the pinnacle of marrow refinement, polishing one's physical body to perfection, is already the pinnacle of acquired skill, enough to establish one's own sect in the martial arts world and be called a 'second-rate master.'

She paused, looked up at Wang Meng, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

"As for you, due to your physique, you have actually reached the bottleneck of the innate realm, but you cannot be considered to have stepped into the 'innate' realm."

“The difference between innate and acquired factors is like heaven and earth.”

The key lies in opening the "mysterious gateway," allowing oneself to truly connect with heaven and earth.

Acquired martial artists use internal energy transformed from their own essence and blood. As they use it, it diminishes, like stagnant water in a pond.

The Qi used by innate martial artists is the 'true Qi' that draws in the primordial energy of heaven and earth and refines it into their bodies. With each breath, it is inexhaustible, like a stream flowing into a river, or a river flowing into the sea, endlessly regenerating.

True Qi flows freely!

That's why you can restore everything to its former glory overnight, and even surpass it.

Wang Meng listened quietly, feeling the warm current flowing through his body, as if it were an endless source of power, and his mind suddenly felt enlightened.

Li Canghai gently closed the book and placed it on the stone table, making a soft sound.

Above the innate level is the 'Grandmaster'.

A grandmaster is not merely someone who draws qi into their body, but someone who can integrate their divine will into true qi, achieving the state of 'true qi taking form, injuring people from afar.'

Li Canghai's voice was as calm as still water.

But Wang Meng looked at Li Canghai.

"The reason why a master is a master is that he has completely imprinted his 'divine will' into his true energy."

From this point on, true qi is no longer merely physical strength, but an extension of your will, the embodiment of your martial arts.

She extended a finger and gently tapped the stone table in front of her.

She didn't touch the table; her fingertips remained an inch away from the surface.

But silently, a slender, bottomless finger-sized hole appeared on the hard bluestone tabletop. The edge of the hole was as smooth as a mirror.

"Those who practice swordsmanship have a spirit like a sword, and their true energy is indestructible and extremely sharp, which is called 'sword energy'."

Those who practice palm techniques possess a spirit as solid as a mountain, and their true energy is powerful and profound, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks; this is called 'Palm Qi'.

Li Canghai withdrew his finger and his gaze fell on the spear in Wang Meng's hand.

"And if you choose to practice shooting, you should have 'gun intent'."

Undeterred and indomitable, piercing through all things and shattering the void.