The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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It is the most primal source of life that can move mountains and rivers and make ghosts and gods retreat!

At this moment, her worldview was utterly and ruthlessly crushed, and then quietly rebuilt on the ruins in a completely new way that she herself could not understand.

The sense of shame was still there, but it had been overwhelmed by a stronger, more primal emotion called "shock" and "awe".

She gazed at the glistening, golden sap coated in a dazzling liquid (omitted), its breathtaking size, its explosively powerful form, its miraculous feat—a strange, terrifying thought, like a venomous snake, crept out from the deepest recesses of her heart.

She wanted to know...

What would it feel like to be touched by something like that?

The moment the thought crossed Ning Zhongze's mind, she shuddered violently, and her face instantly drained of all color.

No, no, how could she have such a vulgar and shameless thought!

She is the Jade Maiden of Mount Hua, and the wife of the Gentleman Sword!

However, her body was far more honest than her reason.

Her hands had unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

She could even feel a warmth rising uncontrollably once again deep within her body, in the place that had just been ravaged by Li Mochou.

At this moment, Li Mochou's actions also came to an end.

She had carefully and meticulously applied the thick royal jelly to (omitted) the mixture, leaving no spot untouched.

Her fingers inevitably touched that hot, incredibly elastic skin repeatedly.

Each touch sent a tiny, electric shiver through her body.

She slowly raised her hand, looking at her slender fingers covered in golden liquid and the scent of a man. Her eyes became hazy and empty.

Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind.

To everyone's surprise, Li Mochou's face slowly and with utmost reverence lowered towards what she was tightly holding in her hand (omitted).

Her moist, red lips, which had captivated countless men, parted slightly, like a budding crimson rose.

Then, it stopped just inches away from that hideous (omitted) thing.

She could feel the scorching, masculine heat wave hitting her face, almost making her faint.

Finally, she closed her eyes, like the most devout believer, kissing the deity in her heart.

"Boom."

A soft, almost inaudible sound.

Her soft, fragrant red lips gently pressed against the tip of her (omitted) royal jelly-coated (omitted) lips.

It was just a fleeting touch, yet it seemed to have exhausted all her strength and courage.

After making this movement, Li Mochou suddenly straightened up. The sickly flush on her face had faded, replaced by an unprecedented, almost sacred calm.

She took one last, deep look at Wang Meng, her eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions: shock, resentment, curiosity, and even a hint of fear that she herself was unaware of.

She let go of his hand. There were no more words, no more pauses.

Li Mochou suddenly turned around, her wide apricot-yellow Taoist robe drawing a resolute arc in the night wind.

Without turning her head, she used her lightness skill, her figure as weightless as a falling leaf, disappearing into the deep night of the courtyard in a few leaps. Where is Mei? Is Lin Youyou free? Is Lin Youzai there yet...?

Only a string of small, receding water footprints remained on the wet bluestone slabs.

It was as if it were proof of her "defeat".

The courtyard fell silent once more, as if death had returned.

Only Wang Meng remained, along with the still-glowing, golden-splattered figure in front of him (omitted).

The night breeze had become much gentler without me noticing.

In the courtyard, all was quiet except for the almost inaudible ticking sound.

The golden royal jelly, thick and crystal clear, dripped slowly, drop by drop, onto the cracked bluestone slab beneath his feet.

Each drop is like a piece of solidified amber, shimmering with an eerie yet sacred light under the cool moonlight.

Wang Meng stood there, like a petrified statue.

He stood there for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

During this period, his nearly depleted dantian, which had been overdrawn, was being repaired and filled inch by inch by the miraculous medicinal power of royal jelly.

That cool yet powerfully vital current had flowed from its very source throughout his entire body, revitalizing his aching muscles and overburdened bones.

Finally, Wang Meng let out a long, long breath.

That breath carried the weariness of surviving a disaster, but also the exhilaration of being reborn.

As he exhaled, his bloodshot eyes finally regained a sliver of clarity.

He came to life.

Just then, a soft, slightly unsteady sound of footsteps came from not far away.

Wang Meng slowly raised his eyes and looked up.

Ning Zhongze was seen limping towards him.

The light blue outfit she was wearing had already been torn to shreds during the previous humiliation, and it hung loosely on her body.

Her large expanse of snow-white skin, along with her two full breasts, were exposed without any concealment to the cold moonlight.

As she moved, those two breathtakingly white mounds swayed slightly uncontrollably, and there were even a few faint red marks left by Li Mochou pinching them.

She walked very slowly, each step seeming as if she were enduring immense pain. It wasn't just physical discomfort, but also mental anguish.

From where she stood, it was only a dozen or so steps to Wang Meng, but it felt as if she had traversed half a lifetime.

Her face appeared pale and haggard in the moonlight.

Those once dignified and bright eyes were now filled with emotions of extreme complexity. There was gratitude, awe, shame, confusion, and a trace of... something she herself dared not delve into, a burning thirst hidden deep within.

Her gaze, uncontrollably, fell on Wang Meng.

The thing was right in front of her, getting closer and closer.

It no longer felt as destructive and terrifyingly oppressive as before; instead, its shimmering, sweet wrapping gave rise to a strange and sacred beauty.

Ning Zhongze's heart was pounding like a drum.

She finally stood in front of Wang Meng.

Slowly, with trembling hands, she draped Wang Meng's clothes over his body.

This action forced her to get very close to him.

She was so close that she could clearly smell the unique scent emanating from him—a mixture of sweat, masculinity, and the sweet fragrance of royal jelly.

The smell made her dizzy and weak in the knees, almost causing her to lose her balance.

Her breasts, two mounds completely exposed, almost touched Wang Meng's firm chest.

And with just a slight downward glance, she could see everything clearly.

But she held back in the end.

She used all the upbringing and restraint she had cultivated as the "Jade Maiden of Mount Hua" for nearly thirty years, and all the reserve and self-discipline she had maintained as the wife of the "Gentleman Sword" for twenty years, to finally suppress that crazy thought that was about to break through her reason.

She ultimately did not reach out to kiss it, or even... just to touch it lightly.

She simply draped her coat over him, and then, in a voice barely audible and trembling, whispered, "Are you... alright?"

Wang Meng looked at her, at her pale face, and at her eyes filled with struggle and pain.

He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly.

Upon receiving his affirmative reply, Ning Zhongze seemed to have exhausted her last bit of strength.

She slowly took two steps back, putting some distance between herself and him.

She gave Wang Meng a deep, deep look.

She knew she would never forget what happened tonight.

This man saw her most unbearable side in the most humiliating way.

Yet, in the most magnificent and sacred way, he saved everything she had.

This image is destined to become a nightmare she can never shake off for the rest of her life.

Whenever she wakes up in the middle of the night, sharing a bed with her husband who was always respectful but never let her experience what a real "man" was, the scene in this courtyard tonight would probably uncontrollably appear in her mind.

Then, in the boundless darkness and silence, I tossed and turned, embracing my body, which was no longer young but had been reawakened by some primal desire that night, and for a long, long time, I could not fall asleep.

Ning Zhongze turned away and stopped looking at him.

She walked step by step toward the room next door where a faint candlelight was still burning.

There, too, were her apprentice and her daughter.

She still has her responsibilities.

Only Wang Meng remained in the courtyard.

He looked down at the outer robe he was wearing, which still carried the warmth and fragrance of the woman's body, and a smile appeared on his face.

He reached out and slowly tied the outer robe around his waist, finally concealing the astonishing sight for the time being.

Then, he let out a long breath, raised his head, and looked at the clear, cold moon.

However, a cluster of characters appeared above the pupil.

【Ding! 】

[The host has been detected to have accomplished an unprecedented feat; his power is unparalleled, enough to suppress mountains!]

[Congratulations, host! You have obtained a brand new title—Zhenyue!]

[Awaken a brand new title ability - Skybreaker!]

A stream of information, like a rushing river, surged through his mind.

[Supporting Heaven's Qi: Indestructible, power follows intention, true qi flows freely.]

Wang Meng was shocked.