The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"Fuck!"

A horrifying sound of flesh being burned filled the dungeon, accompanied by a nauseating, acrid fumes.

"what!"

Bao Butong was jolted awake by the extreme pain and let out a heart-wrenching scream that was completely inhuman!

Aunt Wu chuckled softly and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Bao, I didn't expect that you would not only be able to hold your own in a verbal battle, but also have a louder voice than most people."

His body, suspended high in the air, struggled and twisted wildly, pulling at the iron hook piercing his collarbone. Each sway brought a new round of excruciating pain that went deep into his bones!

The maid seemed oblivious to this, her hand as steady as a rock.

With the scalding hot blade, she carefully and meticulously scraped away the rotten flesh, pus, and clumps of blood from the wound.

With each scrape, Bao Butong's body would convulse violently, and a dying, guttural sound would emanate from his throat.

After the rotten flesh had been scraped away, the maid put down the knife, picked up the bowl of dark brown medicinal wine, and splashed it onto the bloody wound!

When strong medicinal wine comes into contact with a fresh wound, the feeling is no different than having a handful of salt sprinkled on a raging fire!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Bao Butong's screams became even sharper and more shrill. His eyes rolled back, and a large amount of white foam gushed from his mouth. After bouncing wildly on the iron chain a few times, his head finally lolled to the side, and he fell silent again, unconscious once more.

After dealing with one, the maid walked expressionlessly toward her next target—Feng Bo'e.

The conscious Gongye Qian witnessed the entire cruel process, and his weathered face was now contorted with extreme fear and anger.

About half an hour later, the seemingly endless torture finally ended.

The final, piercing scream faded into the air, and the dungeon returned to deathly silence.

Wu Ma wiped her hands with a coarse cloth without expression, coiled the blood-stained whip back around her arm, and then, along with the other numb-looking maids, turned and left the dungeon.

"Crench!"

The heavy stone door closed again, leaving behind only a thick, impenetrable darkness and an even stronger, more terrifying stench of blood and acrid burning.

At this moment, all four people in the dungeon had fallen into a deep coma.

They were like four tattered pieces of smoked meat, hanging high above, lifeless.

Outside the dungeon, two young maids dressed in light green ruqun (traditional Chinese dresses) were on guard.

They looked to be no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with delicate features, but their brows carried a coldness that was inconsistent with their age.

They simply leaned against the walls on either side of the stone gate, idly manicuring their nails, completely unaware that someone might come to break them out of prison.

Because there is no need at all.

This dungeon is not just a prison; it is a huge, sophisticated killing machine.

From the entrance to the deepest part, every step is fraught with deadly traps: crossbow bolts coated with deadly poison, sharp blade nets, rolling stones powerful enough to crush a person into mincemeat... enough to ensure that ordinary martial arts practitioners never return.

Just then, a light footstep sound came from afar.

The two maids looked up and saw who it was.

It's Wang Yuyan.

She wore an elegant white dress, and her unmade-up face carried just the right amount of timidity and worry.

"Miss!"

The two maids straightened up, and although their attitude remained indifferent, they still nodded slightly as a form of greeting.

“I…I heard that my cousin…he’s locked up here.”

Wang Yuyan bit her lip, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with her hands, her voice tinged with pleading, "I...can I go in...and see him?"

One of the maids frowned, about to refuse, but another maid pulled her back and whispered, "Let Miss go. She can't cause any trouble anyway. Madam didn't say she wasn't allowed to visit."

The maid thought about it and realized that it made sense.

In this heavily guarded dungeon, what can a weak woman with no strength to even kill a chicken do?

So she nodded and said coldly, "Come with me. You can only see me for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

After saying that, he stepped forward and opened the heavy stone door.

Wang Yuyan nodded gratefully, lifted her skirt, and carefully stepped into the darkness.

The stone door slowly closed behind her.

As soon as she stepped into the dungeon, the strong smell of blood hit her, making Wang Yuyan's stomach churn.

But the timidity and naivety on her face vanished without a trace the moment the door closed.

Instead, there was an extraordinary, almost cold, composure and keenness.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the dungeon in a very short time.

She didn't rush towards Murong Fu, who was hanging in the center. Her gaze, like a highly precise instrument, rapidly scanned every corner of the dungeon. Mei, do you have any poems? Are you empty? Lin, are you here...?

The brain, meanwhile, was operating at an unprecedented speed.

The third brick on the left wall is slightly darker in color, with very fine scratches between the stones—those are the hinges of the mechanism.

Seven steps ahead, the ground is covered with uneven ripples in the water, indicating a potential trap.

The huge boulder hanging overhead has a small hole where the iron chain supporting it connects to the wall. If you shoot an extremely thin hidden weapon through the hole, you can cut the chain...

She matched the numerous mechanical diagrams she had found with what she saw before, analyzed them, and disassembled them one by one.

Those threats that others might consider deadly were quickly transformed in her mind into a series of programs that could be cracked.

Only after mentally rehearsing the entire dungeon's layout at least ten times to ensure everything was foolproof did she slowly walk to the center of the dungeon.

She looked up at the man who was hanging high in the air, already unconscious, and covered in blood.

Looking at the two horrific, bloody wounds on his shoulder blades, and at his lifeless face, the love and attachment she had accumulated since childhood clenched into her fists in that moment.

"Cousin, wait for me."

She said it silently in her heart.

"I will definitely rescue you and everyone else."

Wang Yuyan left the dungeon, but did not notice anything in the distance.

With a strange knife hanging from her waist, Wu Ma slowly disappeared from sight.

Wang Meng returned to his room and casually untied the sheet he was wearing to cover his body, letting it slide to the floor.

His scarred yet still agile bronze body was exposed to the air without any cover.

He lowered his head slightly, tilted his head, and examined the small, bright red mole on his left chest, seemingly muttering something like "heart-connecting mole" unconsciously, without paying any attention to it.

His gaze then fell on the warm, smooth medicine bottle in his hand.

Upon uncorking the bottle, an indescribable, rich, and refreshing fragrance, a blend of herbal essences, wafts out.

Just smelling it made his chest, which was constricted by internal injuries, feel relieved, and the pain all over his body seemed to be soothed.

Although Dai Qisi had given him a packet of pills before, Wang Meng didn't dare to take a single one.

After all, who knows what this vixen is planning?

What if taking it, while curing the disease, also causes side effects?

As for that Taoist nun—she must be Abbess Miejue.

After all, her common name is Fang Yanqing.

However… Wang Meng did not expect that this Abbess Miejue would be so mature and sexy.

Tilt the bottle and gently pour out a pill the size of a longan.

The elixir was entirely emerald green, crystal clear, as if it were carved from the purest jade.

Wang Meng didn't look closely and casually stuffed the pill into his mouth.

The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm and powerful current that flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

That warm current was not hot, but a gentle force full of vitality, like snow melting in spring, nourishing things silently, and wherever it passed, the fatigue and pain in one's limbs were quietly washed away.

A thought struck him, and he immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, facing the sky with his palms facing upwards, and began to silently circulate the mental technique of the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique".

The elixir given by the Taoist nun was indeed miraculous!

It is filled with an indescribable and vast life force.

Driven by his Sacred Flame Technique, the life force was instantly ignited, transforming into hundreds of subtle yet resilient streams of energy that surged and flowed through his body's meridians.

He felt as if his entire body was being inflated, and the flow of his inner energy was so smooth that it was unprecedented in his life.

Those meridians that were damaged and blocked due to the great battle were forcibly broken through one by one in the face of this domineering yet gentle force!

With each blockage he cleared, he felt a brightening of his vision and a lighter feeling in his body.

Wang Meng was so engrossed in the rapid recovery of his power that he completely forgot about the passage of time.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was gently and silently pushed open by a slender hand.

Li Qingluo once again carried a bowl of still-steaming medicinal soup and walked in with light, graceful steps.

Upon entering, I was greeted by a breathtaking scene on the bed.

Wang Meng sat cross-legged, naked.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, casting a faint golden glow on his powerful, bronze skin.

His breathing was long and steady, and there seemed to be a faint red glow flowing around him, giving him a sacred yet powerful and majestic aura.

Li Qingluo stopped in her tracks.

She looked at him, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and a hint of infatuation flashed in her usually cool phoenix eyes.

She gently placed the medicine on the table without making a sound.

Then, she straightened her clothes, walked gracefully to the bedside, and silently, her knees buckled and she knelt down.

Her movements were full of gentleness and piety, like those of a believer.

She knelt there, looking up at Wang Meng.

He sat cross-legged, and the magnificent member that had once sent her to the clouds and then plunged her into hell now lay quietly between his legs.