The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She paused, as if she had thought of something, and her voice carried a hint of impatience: "Just gag him properly before you hit him."

"Don't keep me from resting with all this noise; my cousin will be here soon."

After saying that, she turned around and walked lightly towards the pavilion in the depths of the courtyard, where the lights were slightly brighter. Her blue-green figure quickly disappeared behind the layers of shadows and pillars, as if she had never appeared at all.

Wang Meng was left behind, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The savior he had thought of not only failed to offer any help, but instead so casually, with an almost dismissive attitude, decided the brutal beating they were about to suffer.

This legendary fairy sister is just as cold-hearted as her venomous mother!

Indeed, dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and women beget daughters as fierce as scorpions.

She's just a ruthless, manipulative woman.

"Bitch!"

At this moment, he wished he could pin that cold-blooded mother and daughter to the ground and ravage them—especially that "fairy sister" who had just turned away and couldn't even bear to look at him again.

But the reality is cruel. He can barely protect himself now, and any outward defiance will only bring him more severe treatment.

As the azure figure disappeared, the atmosphere in the courtyard became oppressive and cold once again.

The two burly, shrewish women received new instructions, and their sinister smiles widened.

They exchanged a glance, and one of them pulled out a stained, tattered strip of cloth from somewhere from her waist and walked straight toward Wang Meng.

"Boy, the young lady has ordered you to shut up first."

The shrew chuckled, roughly grabbed Wang Meng's chin, and ignoring his struggles, shoved the stinking rag into his mouth, constricting it so tightly that he couldn't even utter a whimper.

Immediately afterwards, another shrew was even more direct. She stepped forward, grabbed Wang Meng's belt, and yanked it hard!

With a "rip!" sound, the already flimsy coarse cloth trousers tore open, and the shrewish woman roughly ripped them off along with the underpants, pulling them down to his ankles.

In an instant, Wang Meng felt a chill in his groin. He instinctively tried to close his legs to cover his exposed private parts.

However, the moment his pants were ripped off, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Not only did the two maids show expressions of disbelief.

Even the two burly, fierce women, who were used to all sorts of scenes and were preparing to carry out the execution, seemed to have seen some incredible monster. Their movements suddenly froze, their eyes wide open, staring straight at the space between Wang Meng's legs.

It turned out that, under the terrifying blessing of those "thirteen kidneys," the scene that Wang Meng was now exposed to everyone was truly horrifying!

That penis was not the size of an ordinary man's. Even when it was not erect, its length and girth were more than three or four times larger than those of an ordinary adult man when he was at his most virile!

At the very tip, which was slightly open, a few crystal-clear drops of "nectar" were condensed, exuding a primal and intense aura that made it almost impossible to breathe.

It was no longer just a symbol of masculinity, but more like a strange and ferocious weapon honed over thousands of years, carrying the wildness and domineering nature of a primitive era.

The two shrewish women seemed to come to their senses after a brief moment of shock.

They exchanged a glance, a look that held both shock and apprehension.

"Goodness, this kid... he's got some good looks!"

A shrew muttered something under her breath. Then, without hesitation, they grabbed Wang Meng's arms on either side and roughly pushed him down onto the cold bench, raising him high. His magnificent manhood swayed slightly in the air, attracting attention, due to the change in posture.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The paddle fell like raindrops, merciless, each strike accompanied by a whooshing sound, slamming hard into Wang Meng's buttocks.

The shrew carrying out the execution seemed to have been intimidated by Wang Meng's terrifying "assets" earlier, and now she struck even harder.

In the courtyard, only the "slap slap" of wooden planks striking flesh and Wang Meng's suppressed "ooh ooh" groans squeezed out from deep in his throat remained.

However, something strange happened.

Although the blows were deafening and terrifying, and Wang Meng did feel the burning pain of each strike, the scene of his skin being torn open and bleeding that he had expected did not occur.

The twenty strokes of the cane were quickly finished.

When the two shrewish women stopped, panting, and dragged Wang Meng off the bench, they realized something was wrong.

After suffering such a heavy blow, Wang Meng's skin was only covered with a uniform, slightly dark purplish-red color. Not a single pore was broken, let alone any blood.

Although it was still swollen high and looked somewhat frightening, compared to Zhao Song's previous bloody and mangled state, which was almost a complete mess, it was practically unharmed and not worth mentioning.

"Is this kid's butt made of iron?"

A shrew muttered incredulously in a low voice, looking at the somewhat worn wooden board in her hand, then at Wang Meng's still intact body despite its redness and swelling, her face full of disbelief.

Wang Meng himself also sensed something was wrong.

Although the pain was still unbearable, he could clearly feel strange streams of heat flowing continuously from his "thirteen kidneys" in his waist and abdomen, rapidly flowing towards his injured areas. Wherever it passed, the burning pain was fading at an astonishing speed, replaced by a tingling, warm sensation.

He gritted his teeth, and to everyone's astonishment, he actually managed to stand up from the ground, albeit unsteadily!

Although my legs were still a little weak and I felt a lingering pain, I was able to stand up and even move a few steps with difficulty.

You should know that if an ordinary person were to receive twenty strokes of the cane, they wouldn't be able to stand up, let alone get out of bed for ten days or half a month.

He casually pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

Without saying a word, Wang Meng reattached his torn pants to his waist.

Just then, the clever maid who had answered Wang Yuyan earlier walked up gracefully.

There was a barely perceptible hint of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by her usual indifference.

"Let's leave it at that for today."

"Madam has shown you great mercy, not only sparing your lives but also keeping your eyes intact on your faces. This is already an immense blessing."

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of warning and disdain: "According to the rules of the manor, you will have three days to recover from your injuries."

Three days later, continue with your daily tasks as usual, and do not try to cheat or shirk your duties.

Also, remember this clearly, my lady: I ​​only spared you today because Madam was in a good mood.

If I dare to act so sneakily again and offend someone important, I won't have such good luck today.

"At that time, you might still save your lives, but these eyes will probably have to be used to adorn the lady's flowers!"

As she spoke, her cold gaze swept over Wang Meng, the meaning of which was all too clear—don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're tough. In this Mantuo Manor, there are plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead.

Wang Meng didn't say anything, but helped Zhao Song up and they limped back to the courtyard where they lived.

It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to avenge this kind of hatred.

Take it easy!

Chapter Three: After many twists and turns, a new path appears amidst the willows and flowers.

"Are you not dead?!"

Wang Meng effortlessly dragged and carried the nearly muddy Zhao Song back to their servants' quarters, then slammed him onto a creaking hard bed.

Zhao Song's body slammed onto the bed like a tattered sack, letting out a painful groan.

He mumbled incoherently, his face covered in snot and tears, looking utterly pathetic.

However, Wang Meng checked his breathing. Although it was weak, it was still relatively stable, so it seemed that he would not be in any immediate danger.

His mangled buttocks and legs were a horrifying sight, and if not treated promptly, he would likely die in bed from infection.

Wang Meng moved his hands and feet, and apart from the lingering throbbing and burning sensation, the rest of his body did not feel much discomfort thanks to the miraculous effect of the "Thirteen Kidneys".

This made him feel even more surprised and fortunate about this sudden "golden touch".

He carefully and gently pulled out a small pill from the lining of his tattered clothes at his waist.

The pill was a bluish-green color, and its surface was not smooth, with a slightly rough texture. When you got close, you could smell a faint fragrance of grass and wood. It looked like it was made by crushing some kind of special leaves or herbs and then forcibly pressing them together. It was not particularly attractive.

This pill was slipped into his hand by the maid who had spoken earlier and whose expression had remained cold and indifferent, when he was helping Zhao Song leave the courtyard in a disheveled state.

Wang Meng clearly remembered that in that instant, the maid's cool fingertips seemed to intentionally or unintentionally scrape lightly across the lines of his palm when they touched his rough palm, bringing a faint, tingling sensation, like a weak electric current.

In addition, there was an extremely subtle but exceptionally clear transmission of internal energy, as soft as a feather, yet carrying an undeniable meaning, which resounded directly in his mind.

It was the maid's voice, but it was less cold and aloof than when she spoke publicly in the courtyard. Instead, it had a hint of... a hint of something indescribable, slightly hoarse and low, as if she had deliberately lowered her voice, and there seemed to be a barely audible breath in it: "This is 'Azure Jade Ointment,' a secret recipe of our manor, a miraculous medicine for healing injuries."

Dissolve the liquid in a little water and apply it to the affected area.

His superficial wounds looked scary, but they weren't actually deep.

With this medicine, recovery will be complete in two or three days at most, leaving no scars.

As the sound echoed in his ears, Wang Meng even had a strange feeling, as if he could feel the maid's cold gaze lingering for a very brief moment on his shocking lower abdomen, where his pants had been pulled down earlier.

Although, it's very secretive.

However, Wang Meng still managed to catch it.

"Water...water...give me water..."

Zhao Song's weak groan pulled Wang Meng back from his chaotic thoughts.

He got up, scooped a ladle of cold well water from the bucket in the corner of the room, and poured it into Zhao Song's chapped lips.

The icy well water made Zhao Song cough a few times, but it also helped him recover some of his energy. Wang Meng ignored him, picked up the turquoise "Jade Ointment," scooped some water, and carefully ground the pill in a bowl until it dissolved, turning into a pool of turquoise liquid with a faint herbal fragrance.

He expressionlessly lifted the tattered cloth covering Zhao Song's buttocks, revealing the blackened and hardened scabs and swollen tender flesh underneath, and then evenly poured the bright green medicine onto them.

As soon as the medicine touched the wound, Zhao Song let out a comfortable groan, and his tense body relaxed slightly. Clearly, this "Jade Ointment" was indeed remarkably effective.

After doing all this, Wang Meng ignored him, walked to his own equally simple hardboard bed, plopped down, crossed his arms, and fell into deeper contemplation.

As the memories of this body are slowly permeated and deciphered.

Wang Meng is now increasingly certain that describing his current state as "time travel" is no longer accurate.

More accurately, it should be said that "the mystery of the womb has been solved".

After all, Wang Meng clearly remembered that his last memory of his previous life was of a hundred-ton heavy-duty truck that crashed into him head-on like a steel behemoth, as well as the excruciating pain of being torn apart and the boundless darkness.

He absolutely did not believe he had any chance of surviving such a horrific impact; he probably couldn't even hope to leave behind a complete body.

Therefore, wanting to return to the original world is basically a pipe dream. Since there's no going back, we can only accept reality.

"It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death"—this old saying may be a bit crude, but it makes sense.

Besides, in his previous life, he was just an ordinary office worker struggling to make a living in a concrete jungle, leading a mundane and uneventful life.

Now, by a twist of fate, he has been reincarnated into such a bizarre and fantastical martial arts world, and has unexpectedly gained a heaven-defying cheat code like "thirteen kidneys". Isn't this a chance for him to live again given by the heavens?