The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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If my cousin had just taken a few more steps forward and turned around the screen wall, he would have seen himself looking disheveled and miserable!

Fear overwhelmed Wang Yuyan like a tidal wave, and her legs trembled violently uncontrollably, making it almost impossible for her to stand.

A cold, mocking smile curled at the corner of Wang Meng's lips.

He looked down at the stunning beauty in his arms, her face pale and her body trembling with extreme fear. Her haughty aloofness had vanished, leaving only her vulnerable vulnerability.

He suddenly lowered his head and forcefully pressed a bright red and glaring lip print onto Wang Yuyan's smooth and delicate neck, which was as white as jade.

His actions were rough and possessive, as if he wanted to leave an indelible mark on her.

Immediately afterwards, he mercilessly grabbed her exposed, full, snow-white breasts, feeling their amazing elasticity and his palm being filled, before finally releasing Wang Yuyan from his hold with satisfaction.

Just as Murong Fu's footsteps drew closer and were about to step into the courtyard, Wang Meng, like a nimble cheetah, suddenly turned around and, with lightning speed, darted out through the half-open side door and disappeared into the secluded path outside the courtyard.

Wang Yuyan, however, trembled like a female dog, her limbs weak and her clothes disheveled as she crawled toward the side gate of the courtyard.

However, when she left the courtyard, Wang Meng had already disappeared without a trace.

There is ample time.

Wang Meng knew perfectly well that with his current rudimentary farming skills, trying to escape from Murong Fu, who was known as the "Southern Murong," was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Today's success was entirely due to the element of surprise and Wang Yuyan's own caution.

If you don’t leave now, when will you wait?

As for Wang Yuyan...

Wang Meng reached out and touched the soft, fragrant bodice in his arms, feeling its silky smooth texture. His smile grew increasingly wild and unrestrained.

He had just seen Wang Yuyan climb out of the courtyard.

Will this scumbag be discovered by others in his pathetic state?

That's none of his business.

All Wang Meng knew was that this unexpected "gain" today made him extremely happy.

"Let's collect some interest first, and we'll settle the rest of the accounts later!"

Chapter Seven: Do you have some kind of weird quirk?

Wang Meng was quick and efficient, and even though he had been delayed a little, cleaning the guest courtyard was not a difficult task for him.

After a flurry of activity, the sun was already beginning to set, but he was not in a hurry to go back and report.

So he found a quiet corner to rest and fish.

He took the apricot-red bodice out of his bosom, and involuntarily, Wang Yuyan's beautiful face, tear-streaked with fear and shame, and her delicate, snow-white body, which he could manipulate at will, appeared in his mind.

The feeling of controlling the fate of others, especially the fate of a stunningly beautiful woman who was usually unattainable, gave him an unprecedented sense of excitement and satisfaction.

He even started planning how to "accidentally" run into this Miss Wang next time, and how to use the "handle" he had to make her obediently submit.

Of course, manipulation is one aspect.

Wang Meng hadn't forgotten that this woman was a martial arts prodigy who had read many famous martial arts masterpieces. Even if he couldn't enter the Langhuan Jade Cave through her, it would be excellent if he could obtain some powerful martial arts manuals.

As dusk approached and the setting sun cast a blood-red glow, Wang Meng estimated that it was about time. He then leisurely got up, returned the cleaning tools to the storeroom, and unhurriedly headed towards the kitchen.

Although the women in charge usually treated the male servants like dirt and bosses, they knew to reward them for their heavy workload today.

Even before getting close, a rich aroma of meat wafted through the air, making one's mouth water. When Wang Meng reached the servants' dining hall in the back kitchen, it was already bustling with activity. Those servants who had finished their tasks early, or those who were quick and efficient, were already sitting around a few simple wooden tables, enjoying their meals.

On the table were large bowls of chicken and braised fish, dishes rarely seen on ordinary days, as well as fragrant white rice and steaming hot white steamed buns.

Wang Meng returned rather late and saw his colleagues eating with gusto, their mouths greasy and their chopsticks moving with practiced ease, clearly starving.

A few acquaintances grinned at him as he entered, greeting him indistinctly, "Brother Meng, you're late! If you'd been any later, all this good stuff would have been in our bellies!"

Wang Meng wasn't annoyed. He just chuckled, found an empty seat, picked up his bowl and chopsticks, and joined the gluttonous feast.

The servants around him, mostly full and satisfied, were picking their teeth, burping, and glistening with contentment as they chatted about everything under the sun. News was scarce within the manor; people usually did nothing but work and sleep. Today's feast, coupled with the arrival of distinguished guests, naturally fueled their lively conversation.

A servant with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face, who usually managed the stables, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Have you seen it today?"

While I was sweeping the front yard, I spotted a swordsman with an air of otherworldly elegance in the distance, carrying an ancient sword on his back. His bearing was... wow! I heard from the head maid that he looked like... looked like Master Yu Lianzhou of the Wudang Sect!

"Yu Lianzhou of the Wudang Sect?"

The Seven Swords of Wudang?

Upon hearing this, a burly man who was chopping wood nearby lit up and chimed in, "Could it be the second Wudang hero who created the 'Tiger Claw Extinction Hand'?"

Good heavens, that's a top-tier figure in the martial arts world!

"Hey, what's so special about this!"

Another short servant, who seemed to be better informed and served in the tea room, curled his lip and said with a hint of smugness, "When I served tea to some distinguished guests today, I personally saw some remarkable people!"

One of them is the head of the Emei Sect, I heard her name is... something like Abbess Miejue.

She was a heroine, followed by several young and beautiful female disciples, each carrying a long sword and exuding heroic spirit.

There is another distinguished guest who has not yet arrived, and she is even more remarkable. According to rumors, she seems to be Huang Rong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect!

Just think about it, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, the head of the largest sect in the world, what kind of status does that have!

Upon hearing this, a murmur of surprise and discussion immediately arose from the surrounding area.

Even among these servants who knew nothing of martial arts, the name of Huang Rong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, was renowned.

Wang Meng listened intently while gnawing on a glistening chicken leg.

He thought to himself, he had only known that Murong Fu had come, but he did not expect that so many martial arts masters would gather at Mantuo Manor on the same day.

The Seven Swords of Wudang, Miejue, Huang Rong... These people are usually big shots who are rarely seen, but they have all gathered here today, which must not be an ordinary visit.

At this moment, an old servant who was in charge of sweeping the inner courtyard stroked his sparse beard and slowly spoke. His voice was not loud, but it attracted everyone's attention: "You all only know one side of the story, not the other."

These martial arts masters and leaders of various sects have gathered at our Mantuo Manor today, not for sightseeing.

"Oh?

"Old Liu, do you perhaps know something inside?"

Everyone pressed for more information.

Old Liu took a sip of his own cheap rice wine before lowering his voice and saying, "I overheard Wu Ma, the steward of the inner courtyard, mentioning in private that... our manor is going to hold a rather large-scale... auction in a few days!"

"An auction?" Everyone was taken aback and looked at each other in bewilderment.

This word seemed somewhat unfamiliar and distant to them.

Old Liu nodded, a mysterious glint in his eyes: "That's right, it's an auction."

These important figures are probably all here for the treasures at the auction.

That's it!

No wonder the atmosphere inside the villa is tense today, and the security is much tighter than usual.

Such a momentous event has occurred!

Wang Meng was enjoying his meal when he listened to the crowd's enthusiastic discussion about the upcoming auction. His heart was filled with mixed emotions as he secretly plotted whether he could gain any benefit from it.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"Snapped!"

A crisp, sharp crack, like a thunderclap in a clear sky, exploded in the noisy dining hall, instantly drowning out all the commotion.

The sound ripped through the air, carrying a chilling gust of wind, and landed heavily on the back of Old Man Liu, who was talking excitedly and spitting as he spoke!

With a teeth-grinding "ripping" sound, as if flesh had been ripped apart, Old Liu's thin body suddenly arched, letting out a shrill, distorted scream: "Ah!"

He curled up like a scalded shrimp, clutching his back tightly with both hands, veins bulging on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaking his sparse hair.

The dining hall fell silent. Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a woman with a cold face standing behind Old Liu.

The woman appeared to be around forty years old, dressed in a well-tailored blue brocade dress with a subtle floral pattern. The fabric shimmered slightly under the dim oil lamplight, making it look quite expensive.

She wasn't particularly tall, but she stood out remarkably upright, like a drawn sword, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

What is most striking is the long, thin black leather whip she holds in her hand.

The whip was emitting a faint smell of blood, clearly indicating that the blow just now was its "masterpiece".

With a slight flick of her wrist, the long whip seemed to come alive, nimbly tracing an elegant yet deadly arc in the air before silently coiling back into her palm, like a tamed venomous snake.

This person was the head steward of Mantuo Manor, and the servants privately called her "Aunt Wu".

She was known for her strict rule and ruthless methods.

At this moment, Wu Ma's slender eyes, like two cold blades, slowly swept over every servant in the dining hall who was trembling with fear.

The voice was not loud, but exceptionally clear, with a metallic quality, each word reaching everyone's ears: "Anyone who dares to gossip behind our backs and talk about the master's affairs will face my ruthlessness."

Today's incident warrants a slight punishment as a warning to others.

If you repeat this offense!

She paused, her eyes suddenly turning sharp, like a drawn blade. "Kill them all!" She said the last two words, "kill them all," casually, yet they carried an undeniable, chilling killing intent that made the temperature in the entire dining hall seem to drop several degrees.

The servants were all silent, bowing their heads and not daring to even breathe.

"Master!"

Wang Meng was startled, and his grip on the chopsticks tightened involuntarily.

This was the first time he had met the legendary Wu Ma since he had awakened to the mystery of the womb.

It is said that this Wu Ma was ruthless and extremely strict in managing her household. She was the most powerful person in the manor besides the manor owner's wife.

A few days ago, I heard that she was ordered to leave the manor and personally deliver the auction invitations to various martial arts practitioners. She only returned yesterday, travel-worn and exhausted.

Unexpectedly, on her very first day back, this Aunt Wu taught everyone a lesson in the servants' canteen with such swift and decisive action!

Wang Meng saw the power of that whip clearly. The seemingly casual flick struck Old Liu's back vitals with perfect precision, and the force was just right—enough to tear his skin and cause him excruciating pain, but not enough to kill him. Clearly, it was the work of a seasoned veteran who had been practicing this for many years.

Especially that slender black leather whip, it seemed to come alive in her hands, controlled and moved with the agility of a snake.

The circle that the whip tip drew in the air just now, seemingly effortless, actually contained exquisite internal martial arts skill, something that ordinary martial artists could not achieve.

"This person must possess considerable martial arts skills!"