The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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This double, extreme torture, coming from both inside and outside, completely crushed Zhao Min's last shred of will to resist.

She couldn't even groan; she could only open her mouth wide and let out wheezing, broken bellows-like gasps.

Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and her body bounced and convulsed wildly on the bed like a fish thrown ashore!

It is no longer so.

It was a pure, devastating torment.

She felt that her lower body no longer belonged to her at all!

"To say it, or not to say it?"

Wang Meng's deep voice rang out at just the right moment, like a final death knell.

"I...I said...I...Ahhh!"

Zhao Min blurted it out almost immediately, but before she could finish speaking, she was replaced by a piercing, extremely shrill scream that shattered the heavens!

A cold glint flashed in Abbess Miejue's eyes.

The moment Zhao Min begged for mercy, the speed of her torment reached its peak!

"boom!"

A surging, irresistible torrent of spasms erupted from the deepest part of Zhao Min's lower abdomen!

Zhao Min's body suddenly tensed like a fully drawn bow, and snapped with a deafening roar amidst extreme trembling.

An uncontrolled surge of warmth burst forth, instantly soaking the sheets beneath them.

When the shameful waves of spasms subsided, she fell heavily back onto the bed like a puppet with its strings broken, her eyes completely extinguished, leaving only a deathly stillness.

He was foaming at the mouth, covered in sweat, and completely and utterly turned into a puddle of mud, unable to move even a single finger.

The Abbess Miejue slowly withdrew her fingers, which were covered in Zhao Min's bodily fluids, from her convulsing vulva, leaving a glistening, obscene thread in the air.

She looked at the filth on her hands, her brows furrowed slightly, and a barely concealed look of disgust flashed across her face. She then casually wiped it on the bed sheet next to her.

"It seems that the princess's body likes this."

She turned her head and looked at Wang Meng.

His tone remained flat and straightforward, as if he had just completed an ordinary task.

Wang Meng smiled.

"You've worked hard, Master."

As for Zhao Min, it seemed as if her soul had been ripped out of her broken body.

The violent impact made her feel like her entire pelvis was about to fall apart, her body was sore and numb from the impact, and her internal organs were all out of place.

The tearing, burning pain had become somewhat numb.

Instead, there is a more humiliating emptiness and soreness, a feeling of being completely stretched open, filled, and ravaged.

She lay there, her eyes unfocused as she stared at the bed curtains, unable to shed a single tear.

She just said she wanted to give us the formula for the antidote directly.

Now they're playing dead again!

"It seems that Her Highness the Princess is quite a tough nut to crack."

Wang Meng's patience seems to be running out.

He reached out and roughly grabbed Zhao Min's chin, forcing her to look at him. "My patience is limited."

How much longer do you think you can hold on?

Zhao Min's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the end, only a soft, kitten-like whimper escaped from its throat.

"You're not going to tell me?"

Okay, very good.

Wang Meng's voice rang out behind her, like the pronouncement of death.

Zhao Min's body trembled violently. Without the slightest hesitation, she recited the entire antidote formula, which she considered her last resort, in a rapid, halting voice, her voice trembling with tears, word for word.

"...Realgar, licorice, and...honeysuckle, in a ratio of three to two to one...boil in rootless water for one hour...after taking it, one must...use internal force to guide the medicinal power to dissolve at the Tianshu and Qihai acupoints...for ordinary people who are poisoned, simply...simply replace the realgar with...replace with..."

As she spoke, she sobbed uncontrollably and violently.

Every word felt like a knife, cutting away at her dignity and pride.

After uttering the last word, she seemed to have all her energy drained away, and she collapsed completely.

Wang Meng listened quietly, memorizing every word.

He glanced at Abbess Miejue, who nodded almost imperceptibly.

Clearly, with her knowledge, she had already determined that the prescription was most likely genuine.

"very good."

Wang Meng nodded in satisfaction: "Your Highness, you are indeed a wise and shrewd person who knows when to advance."

That's right, they have no sense of propriety.

Everyone took the antidote, and the oppressive heat filled with desire and despair in the courtyard gradually dissipated, replaced by the weakness and silence of those who had survived the ordeal.

Although the disciples of Emei and Beggars' Sect had escaped the danger of being controlled by drugs, the mental shock and physical effects still left them in a daze.

Under the eaves of a secluded house in the backyard, the beautiful Taoist nun found Wang Meng once again.

She had changed into a clean, moon-white Taoist robe, and the flush on her face from shame and indignation had faded, restoring her icy demeanor that kept people at a distance.

However, upon closer inspection, one would notice an indelible, complex, and weary expression in her sharp phoenix eyes, and the faint shadows under her eyes reveal that the turmoil in her heart is far from over.

What are you going to do with her?

Kill her?

Her voice was colder than usual, as if she were using this icy tone to arm herself and shut herself off from those unbearable memories.

Wang Meng was leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, his eyes casually sweeping over the grain shop owners who were still trembling in the courtyard.

He had changed into clean clothes, but his masculine aura, which seemed to have seeped into his very bones and was full of aggressiveness, remained undiminished.

Upon hearing the beautiful Taoist nun's question, Wang Meng shook his head, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Our intelligence from Mantuo Manor indicates that this Minmin Temur is the beloved daughter of the Mongol Prince Ruyang."

But in the end, she was just a girl.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of all-knowing control: "The Prince of Ruyang has many sons, and most of the so-called power she holds was given to her by the Prince of Ruyang."

Therefore, killing her would only mean replacing her with a Mongol prince, which would actually hinder our subsequent grain transport.

It doesn't mean anything.

He paused, his tone shifting as if discussing the value of a commodity: "Why not keep her and use her to exchange for some... tangible benefits?"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful Taoist nun frowned slightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowing. She nodded, clearly agreeing with Wang Meng's assessment.

But soon, a hint of undisguised murderous intent flashed in her icy gaze.

"However, I suggest we kill her."

Her voice was even lower, carrying a deep pain that only a woman could understand: "As a woman, I think... after experiencing such a humiliating disgrace, she will never let... you and me go."

When she said the words "utter humiliation," her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, as if it were an instinctive tremor.

Wang Meng shook his head dismissively. His deep eyes, filled with an almost arrogant and absolute confidence, slowly moved down from the beautiful Taoist nun's icy face, lingering over her entire body.

His gaze seemed to possess a tangible warmth and weight.

It glided across her long, graceful neck, lingering for a moment on her slightly undulating chest, which was completely covered by her Taoist robe.

Then, his gaze lingered maliciously over her slender waist.

Finally, it landed on her pert breasts, which were hidden by the wide robe.

His eyes seemed to have the power to penetrate clothing.

The beautiful Taoist nun's body tensed up instantly.

She felt that Wang Meng's gaze was like an invisible, rough hand, freely roaming over her body, caressing, and even... kneading.

Wherever that gaze fell, it felt as if a burning mark was left on the skin.

A burning sensation, both familiar and intensely repulsive to her, a mixture of shame and humiliation, rose uncontrollably from her tailbone, causing her long, slender legs, hidden beneath the wide robe, to unconsciously weaken slightly.

Unable to bear the feeling of being stared at any longer, she suddenly raised her eyes, her beautiful phoenix eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and anger, and glared fiercely at Wang Meng!

That one glance was full of charm and natural allure, yet it also carried a chilling coldness.

If it were an ordinary man, he would probably have been captivated by that one glance and frozen in his mind by that chill.

But Wang Meng just laughed heartily.

"I can win her over once!"

His voice was filled with undisguised desire for conquest and arrogance: "I can take her down countless times!"

His gaze continued to roam over her body without restraint, his naked desire almost materializing, tearing away the layers of her Taoist robe.

"Don't even mention her!"

He took a half step forward, leaned close to her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, full of implications and threats, that only the two of them could hear, "Even you, Master... won't you obediently listen to me now?"

The scalding breath sprayed onto Abbess Miejue's sensitive earlobe, making her tremble as if struck by lightning.

Her face flushed bright red instantly!

Fortunately, just as the suffocating, dangerous atmosphere was about to solidify, a voice broke the deadlock.

"Master..."

A young Emei disciple, carrying a basin of water, timidly walked over from the other side of the eaves.

This call, like heavenly music, suddenly pulled Abbess Miejue from the abyss of shame and indignation that was almost drowning her!

She jerked backward as if pricked by a needle, creating a distance of three steps between herself and Wang Meng.