The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"If you have a clear conscience, why hide?"

Wang Meng pulled the two women back to the stone table, his face displaying an expression of utter composure and integrity, as if he were the only true gentleman in this hypocritical world of martial arts.

"Just now, Zhiruo's sudden intrusion caused fluctuations in our energy levels, almost leading to a major disaster."

"How can we give up halfway if the evil spirits haven't been eliminated?"

He calmly returned to the main seat, his demeanor composed, like a highly virtuous monk about to begin a sermon.

Then, he looked at Zhou Zhiruo with an unquestionable gaze.

"Zhiruo, help your master over and have him sit to my right."

"……Yes."

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo dared not doubt Wang Meng's words in the slightest.

She quickly and carefully helped Fang Yanqing, who was already weak all over, to sit down on the stone bench to Wang Meng's right.

Then, Wang Meng's gaze fell on Zhou Zhiruo.

"You, sit to my left."

Zhou Zhiruo's heart skipped a beat.

But I still obediently sat down on that cold stone bench.

For a moment, an extremely eerie scene unfolded in the courtyard.

Wang Meng sat in the center, with a beautiful young girl on his left and a mature, plump, and distraught Taoist nun on his right.

If someone unaware of the situation saw this, they would probably just think it was an ordinary meeting.

"Zhiruo!"

Wang Meng's voice was full of persuasive charm, "You are not only your master's personal disciple, but you also practice the Emei Nine Yang Skill, and you share the same origin of the skill."

To completely suppress the demonic energy within me, it would be extremely dangerous for your master to do it alone, as you just witnessed.

With your assistance, using our shared internal energy to regulate and stabilize the process, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Zhou Zhiruo nodded as if she understood, but her eyes were incredibly firm: "As long as it can help Master and Brother Wang, I will do anything, even die!"

"it is good."

Wang Meng nodded in satisfaction: "Then... let's begin."

He leaned back in his chair again, and then, quite naturally, spread his legs slightly apart.

The menacing spear, which had subsided slightly from the earlier commotion but was still frighteningly swollen, formed a small, imposing bulge in his crotch.

Fang Yanqing's body trembled violently.

She knew, she knew what this devil was up to!

no, do not want!

I absolutely cannot do this in front of Zhiruo!

She wanted to escape, but her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Wang Meng didn't look at her, but said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Zhiruo, take off your shoes."

"what?"

Zhou Zhiruo was stunned.

“The ‘Yongquan’ acupoint is the key to the flow of your internal energy. How can you guide your internal energy through shoes and socks?”

Wang Meng's voice carried an unquestionable air of authority, as if rebuking her for her lack of skill: "Hasn't your master taught you this simple principle?"

"Brother Wang, I know I was wrong!"

Zhou Zhiruo was immediately filled with shame after being reprimanded by him, and dared not hesitate for even a moment.

She quickly lowered her head, her face flushed, and with trembling hands, untied the pink embroidered shoes on her feet, and then took off her white silk stockings.

A jade foot, completely different from her master's, yet equally flawless, was exposed to the air.

That was a young girl's foot.

It was smaller than Fang Yanqing's, and its skin was so white it was almost transparent, with a unique luster characteristic of young girls.

Her feet were beautifully shaped, with the arches radiating youthful energy. Her toes resembled ten freshly peeled lychee fruits glistening with morning dew, so adorable they were heart-fluttering.

Because of nervousness, those ten adorable toes were curling up slightly.

"Master Tai!"

Wang Meng finally turned his gaze to the nun on his right, whose face was flushed but who had regained some of her composure. His tone was calm, yet it sounded like a final ultimatum: "Please."

Set an example for your apprentice.

Let me demonstrate...

"Let me set an example..."

These four words, like a thunderclap or a splash of ice water, pulled Fang Yanqing back to reality.

Her body stopped trembling.

She slowly, very slowly raised her head, and something was rekindling in her once dim phoenix eyes.

If you're going to put on a show, then you have to act it so well that even you believe it's real!

She looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was kneeling on the ground, her face streaked with tears, but her eyes filled with boundless trust and admiration for her.

Okay, let's act!

I'll show you.

"Zhiruo!"

Her voice miraculously returned to normal, even carrying a long-lost gentleness and authority befitting a master: "I saw it clearly."

"Today, I will impart to you the secret technique of 'Drawing Evil into Yang,' a method of martial arts from my Emei Nine Yang Skill that is rarely passed on to outsiders."

As she spoke, her movements were no longer stiff or forced in the slightest.

She calmly and gracefully removed all her shoes and socks, as if performing a sacred ritual.

That exquisitely beautiful jade foot was exposed once again.

But this time, it no longer cowered shyly, but stretched out with a bold and confident posture, each toe seemingly containing endless mysteries.

She didn't hesitate at all.

That jade-like foot traced a beautiful yet blasphemous arc, carrying a fragrant breeze, as it once again ventured into the sinful realm beneath the table.

This time, her feet were no longer cautiously probing, but rather, like the most nimble and docile venomous snake, they actively and intimately coiled around Wang Meng's enormous spear, which was already hard with anticipation and almost about to explode.

"Well……"

Wang Meng leaned back in his chair, unable to suppress a muffled groan from the extreme impact he felt.

It's so different!

If Fang Yanqing's foot just now was a cold, beautiful jade that was passively endured.

Now, her feet are like a volcano, burning hot and knowing how to please, tease, and extract all of his energy!

Her soles were no longer simply rubbing. Instead, they were tightly wrapped around the thick, long spear shaft with a rhythmic, sometimes fast, sometimes slow motion, sometimes like crashing waves, swift and fierce.

Sometimes it flows like spring water, gently grinding and polishing.

She used the most sensitive and tender flesh on the soles of her feet to feel every bulging vein and every powerful pulse on his spear.

Her toes had transformed into ten alluring enchantresses.

They deftly separate, using their toes to pinch, scrape, and even use a highly insulting yet irresistible force to gently circle around that slippery little hole.

"Zhiruo!"

While performing the most extraordinary feat in the world with her feet, Fang Yanqing used the clearest and most Daoist-sounding voice to "teach" her disciple, who was already dumbfounded.

“You should watch closely; the key to ‘drawing evil’ lies in the word ‘harmony’.”

"I need to use my 'spring' to combine with his 'dragon root'."

Only when Yin and Yang are in harmony can their hidden demonic power be awakened.

As she spoke, she suddenly pulled her foot back, and her entire foot became like a perfect, living net, tightly and warmly enveloping Wang Meng's huge spear from head to toe.

"what……"

Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously let out a gasp of surprise.

In her eyes, her master's feet and Brother Wang's...that...seemed to have truly merged into one, forming a mysterious yet harmonious...Tai Chi diagram?

"Then comes 'transformation into Yang'."

Fang Yanqing's voice carried a subtle, imperceptible tremor, but to Zhou Zhiruo, it sounded like her internal energy being pushed to its limit.

"This step is the most dangerous."

I must use my Nine Yang True Qi to transform into hundreds of extremely Yang sword threads, pierce into its demonic aura, and incinerate it.

Look..."

Before she could finish speaking, her toes suddenly tightened!

Those ten pearl-like toes, at this moment, were like ten of the sharpest, tempered daggers, stabbing, pinching, twisting, and turning on that huge spear, using all sorts of incredible and exquisite "footwork" that could seduce a man's soul.

"Hmm...ha..."

Even with Wang Meng's remarkable composure, he was still stimulated by her sudden and fierce attack, causing the veins in his temples to throb and his breathing to become heavy.

He could feel himself being ground down little by little by that fairy-like foot, and the long-accumulated essence, like a flood about to burst its banks, was raging and clamoring, wanting to burst forth.

Fang Yanqing felt the violent trembling of his spear, and the bewitching smile on her lips deepened.

She slowly turned her head, her phoenix eyes shimmering with moisture, and looked at Zhou Zhiruo, who was already blushing and staring at her in a daze.

"Zhiruo, do you understand now?"

"It's your turn."

"Use your feet to touch your teacher's feet."