The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The sacred fire energy of the Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique. Mei is there? Mei Yongkong, you Lin are there, are you not there...?

Although it really is fire.

But just like an ordinary pot of charcoal fire, although it can emit light and heat, when it tries to melt an iceberg made of pure cold jade that has accumulated for hundreds of years, the result is utterly ridiculous and presumptuous.

This technique seems far too inadequate.

It is like a fine brocade robe, worn in times of peace and prosperity, exuding magnificence.

But when a real storm of swords and spears arrives, it's not even as good as the cheapest leather armor. If it were someone else, with flawed techniques and an already established foundation, they would probably have no choice but to grit their teeth and try to patch things up, struggling to continue on their original path, with no other options.

However, for Wang Meng... this doesn't seem to be too difficult.

Moreover, at this moment, the sacred fire that occupied his dantian had already been absorbed.

Right now, although he looks no different from a cripple, he has, to some extent, completely prevented the two cultivation methods from clashing with each other.

His gaze slowly shifted from his limp hands, past the luxurious furnishings in the room.

Finally, it landed precisely and firmly on the rosewood bookshelf not far away.

His eyes became incredibly sharp.

There, hidden away, lies a true sacred ground of martial arts... belonging only to him and Li Qingluo!

However, just as he slowly stood up and walked towards the rosewood bookshelf that held his hopes for the future...

"Dong dong dong..."

There was another knock on the door.

This time, the sound no longer came from downstairs, but echoed directly throughout the quiet room, sounding exceptionally clear, and also exceptionally... abrupt.

Wang Meng's step, which he had just taken, stopped abruptly in place, as if frozen in place.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Because he had lost almost all of his internal energy, and because although his thirteen potent kidneys had been firmly integrated into his body, they had not yet fully recovered their original functions, his five senses, especially his hearing, had greatly diminished.

It wasn't until the crisp knock on the door that he was startled to realize—there was someone standing outside the room!

Moreover, this person was able to walk silently to his door without him noticing!

who is it?

It definitely wasn't Li Qingluo, otherwise he would have just pushed the door open and come in.

Could they be Japanese ninjas lurking in the manor?

A cold sweat instantly seeped from his forehead.

He composed himself, trying to make his voice sound less weak, and staggered to the door. Through the seemingly flimsy wooden door, he asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

A gentle, slightly familiar female voice came from outside the door, filled with concern: "Young Master Wang?"

I am Ning Zhongze.

Qingluo said you were injured and weren't feeling well.

I figured you hadn't eaten anything since you got back, so I took the liberty of making some light food and bringing it over, hoping it would suit your taste.

Ning Zhongze?

Wang Meng was taken aback.

Immediately, a faint, warm aroma, a blend of the fragrance of rice porridge and the fresh scent of fish, seemed to come alive, seeping in through the crack in the door and awakening the long-empty craving in his stomach.

At this moment, Wang Meng's heart was filled with complex emotions.

On the one hand, there is the body's instinctive craving for food.

He was indeed hungry after not eating for so long.

On the other hand, there is vigilance against potential dangers.

He subconsciously glanced at the fragile wooden door in front of him, thinking to himself, "If the other party is really a malicious person disguised as Ning Zhongze, in my current state, I would probably have been killed by a single palm strike countless times already."

This thought made him chuckle to himself.

Never mind, if it is a blessing, it is not a disaster, if it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided.

He took a deep breath, reached out, and slowly opened the door.

Outside the door, the candlelight on the corridor illuminated a woman standing quietly.

It was Ning Zhongze.

She wore a simple, elegant moon-white long dress, with an extremely simple design, without any unnecessary patterns or embellishments.

Her long, black hair was loosely tied back with a simple wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands playfully falling across her smooth forehead and gentle cheeks.

Her face was without makeup, yet she was more beautiful and charming than anyone with heavy makeup.

It was a gentle and composed quality unique to Cheng.

However, even in such a simple outfit, she could not hide her shapely, voluptuous, and mature figure.

The slightly oversized Taoist robe, while concealing most of her curves, inadvertently created an alluring curve with the two mounds of her breasts.

As the tray in her hands swayed slightly, her soft breasts seemed to tremble gently and elastically, as if they could break free from the constraints of the thin fabric at any moment.

On the tray sits a bowl of steaming, thick, white millet porridge, next to two or three dishes of light-colored pickles, and a steamed sea bass with wisps of white steam rising from it, sprinkled with bright green scallions and bright red ginger shreds. Just looking at it makes one's mouth water.

She looked at Wang Meng, her clear, bright eyes filled with concern and a hint of shy tenderness that was barely perceptible.

A faint, gentle smile, like a spring breeze, graced her lips, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks, whether from the warmth of the kitchen or from being alone with Wang Meng in such close proximity.

In that instant, Ning Zhongze under the lamplight was like a white lotus quietly blooming in the night, imbued with the warmth of human life—pure and refined, yet unintentionally revealing a captivating and indescribable allure.

Wang Meng quickly ushered her in, and the two set out the food on a round table covered with an elegant tablecloth.

The freshness of steamed sea bass, the soft and sticky millet porridge, and the refreshing taste of pickles are simply the most delicious food for a weak person.

Wang Meng was truly hungry, so he didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up his bowl and began to drink the porridge, then picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth to savor it.

The warm rice porridge slid into my stomach, instantly dispelling most of the fatigue and chill in my body.

The fish was tender and melted in his mouth, with a subtle aroma of ginger and scallions, which whetted his appetite.

Ning Zhongze sat opposite him, not touching her chopsticks, but rather with her hands somewhat awkwardly folded on her knees, watching him eat with a smile.

Her eyes were so gentle they seemed to melt with tenderness, as if watching Wang Meng eat was a source of satisfaction for her.

The two chatted incessantly.

Most of the time, Wang Meng would eat while casually asking about interesting things in the martial arts world or inquiring about what was happening outside of Mantuo Manor.

Ning Zhongze answered every question with a soft, melodious voice, like spring rain nourishing the slightly somber room.

"Heroine Ning!"

Wang Meng swallowed a mouthful of porridge and asked curiously, "Your Huashan Sect has guarded the Western Mountain for generations. The scenery on the mountain must be excellent, right?"

Are there any unusual or fascinating stories that ordinary people don't know about?

When Wang Meng asked about Mount Hua, Ning Zhongze's eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of longing and pride.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through the wall, looking towards the distant west. "The perilous beauty and extraordinary charm of Mount Hua truly defy description."

She said softly, with a hint of a smile in her voice, "To be honest, it's not exactly funny. It's just that the disciples always have some silly little things that happen when they practice their skills."

I remember my senior brother… uh, Senior Brother Yue, when he was young, he was forced to practice swordsmanship. Because he was too mischievous, he deliberately sliced ​​off the sect leader's most beloved orchid with a single stroke. For this, he was punished by being confined to the Cliff of Repentance for a month, only allowed to drink mountain spring water every day. When he came down the mountain, he had lost more than ten pounds and ate half a cow in one go.

When she mentioned "Senior Brother Yue," she paused for a moment, a complex and inscrutable emotion flashing across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a gentle smile.

Wang Meng found it amusing and laughed, "Was Sect Leader Yue like this when he was young...unconventional?"

Ning Zhongze was amused by him, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks, adding to her charming allure: "Back then, he was just a young lad."

However, because of this, the disciples of the Huashan Sect later became extra careful when practicing their swordsmanship, afraid of damaging any flowers or plants and displeasing their sect leader.

She paused, as if remembering something, and continued, "Also, at the summit of Chaoyang Peak in Mount Hua, there is a strange rock called 'Immortal Pointing the Way,' shaped like a giant hand pointing directly to the east."

Legend has it that a master once attained enlightenment here, leaving behind unparalleled sword intent.

Our disciples all like to go there to meditate and practice swordsmanship at sunrise, hoping to absorb some of the immortal energy, but..."

She frowned slightly, a hint of amusement and helplessness in her eyes, "It's just that the wind is strong there. If you're not careful, your hat and hairband can easily be blown off a cliff. Every year, we have to trouble the herb-gathering disciples to help us find them!"

As Wang Meng listened to these little stories full of everyday life, he felt that the image of the Huashan Sect in his mind was no longer that of a rigid and serious prestigious sect, but rather a bit more approachable and lovable.

He could imagine a group of young, inexperienced boys and girls diligently practicing martial arts on a precipitous mountain peak, while various little incidents occurred, full of youthful vitality. "That must be very interesting."

Wang Meng sighed, picking up another piece of fish. "So, the disciples of the Huashan Sect must have a very good relationship, right?"

Ning Zhongze nodded with a smile: "We are fellow disciples, we grew up together since childhood, and we are as close as brothers."

Although there may be minor squabbles on a regular basis, they always stand united against external threats when something serious happens.

This is probably why the Huashan Sect has always been able to stand strong despite enduring many trials and tribulations!

Although her voice was soft, her words carried an undeniable firmness.

Under the warm lighting, the two engaged in a question-and-answer session, creating a cozy and harmonious atmosphere.

Ning Zhongze seemed to have opened a floodgate, recounting some little-known anecdotes, unique traditions, and even some harmless quirks of the Huashan Sect.

Wang Meng listened with great interest, occasionally letting out a knowing laugh.

However, just as Wang Meng put the last bite of fish into his mouth, Ning Zhongze's pretty face, which had been carrying a faint smile, suddenly changed slightly, and her delicate brows furrowed involuntarily.

Her clear eyes glanced subconsciously toward the doorway, and her ears twitched slightly.

She heard footsteps.

It was extremely faint, almost blending into the noise of the distant loading and unloading of goods, but to her it was as clear as a firefly in the dark.

The footsteps, light and deliberately concealed, were approaching the room precisely!

An indescribable sense of shyness and panic surged into Ning Zhongze's heart like a tide, causing her cheeks to flush bright red in an instant.

She came to visit Wang Meng without telling anyone!

Even her own daughter only thought she was resting in her room.

As the saying goes, a man and a woman alone in a room... in the dead of night, if they were discovered... they would be in deep trouble no matter what!

Her reputation is a small matter, but if it tarnishes the reputation of the Huashan Sect, then she would be guilty even if she were to die ten thousand times over!