The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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His voice, carrying an unquestionable command, proclaimed like an emperor: "If you don't want to die... get back to the ship!"

Every word carried the weight of Mount Tai pressing down on you.

Every word was like a sharp blade, cutting into the dignity of everyone present.

Many people showed resentment and anger on their faces, and several hot-blooded young disciples had already gripped their weapons tightly, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

However, when their gazes met Wang Meng's cold and indifferent eyes, all their anger, resentment, and impulse vanished instantly, as if extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

In those eyes, there was no pity, no hesitation, only pure, overwhelming arrogance and bluntness.

They knew very well that once they made a move, Wang Meng's innate true energy would engulf them completely like a torrent.

This is not a battle that can be resisted.

Without saying a word, Zhou Zhiruo turned around and led her many female disciples onto the small boat.

The Emei Sect never intended to get involved.

They were simply being manipulated by these people.

Therefore, it was in front of Wang Meng that he said these words at this time.

Zhou Zhiruo, without the slightest hesitation, turned and left.

With them taking the lead, everything became much simpler.

Many people also took several steps back.

The Beggars' Sect elders looked at each other, their faces filled with bitterness and helplessness.

They were seasoned veterans of the underworld, well aware that a head-on confrontation would only lead to their own destruction.

Wang Meng's strength had long exceeded their comprehension.

"Hey……"

A heavy, helpless sigh came from the burly Beggar Clan elder.

He waved wearily, signaling the other elders and disciples to step back.

No one made a loud noise or shouted.

Wang Meng simply stood there quietly, watching as the group of people were forced back by his imposing presence.

His face showed no smugness, no smile, only an almost cold indifference.

Even so, his mind, as calm as an abyss, was working at a rapid pace.

He understood that it was better to guide than to block.

Moreover, news of the strange phenomena in Jinling City had already spread.

These people on the Qinhuai River were either the first group of江湖人 (jianghu people) who came upon hearing the news, or their own people who were escorting the grain together.

But even these people who were on their own couldn't withstand the test of the extraordinary treasure.

There will be more to come.

No matter how strong Wang Meng is, he cannot keep the entire martial arts world out.

Moreover, the true importance of this so-called "treasure" is still unknown.

If he really insists on going his own way and offends everyone to death, he may be able to kill in droves, but the trouble that follows will be endless.

After all, one cannot monopolize all the benefits.

His gaze fell once again on Zhou Zhiruo's retreating figure.

"Zhiruo!"

Please convey my message to your master.

Wang Meng's voice had a deep, magnetic quality.

The words echoed clearly in Zhou Zhiruo's mind, causing her delicate body to tremble violently, almost causing her to fall off the ship's side.

She turned around in shock, only to see Wang Meng's calm profile, with nothing unusual about him.

“I will give each of the martial arts practitioners present a five-hundred-tael silver note as my apology.”

Wang Meng's tone was indifferent, as if the five hundred taels of silver each was nothing more than a few copper coins in his eyes.

This "apology" is less a consolation for the dignity of the people and more a "hush money" and "appeasement money" to buy out the trouble.

"Also, please ask her to keep an eye on the fleet!"

His voice then turned cold: "Anyone who dares to trespass or try to cause trouble will be killed without mercy."

The killing intent, mixed with icy true energy, instantly made Zhou Zhiruo feel a chill from the depths of her soul.

She knew this wasn't a threat, but rather Wang Meng's bottom line.

Beneath this "goodwill" of five hundred taels lies absolute ruthlessness and merciless slaughter.

"At the same time, I had her take out the token from my room and give command to the hundreds of border soldiers hidden among the laborers."

With those border troops helping them, these people shouldn't dare to act rashly.

Wang Meng's voice continued, revealing a startling secret.

Besides those martial arts figures, there was also an elite "border army" hidden in the fleet.

And Wang Meng was actually able to command them and even provide tokens?

"Wait for me to return... then we'll set off immediately!"

Zhou Zhiruo stood stiffly at the bow of the boat.

My heart was in turmoil.

But she still obediently nodded!

After transmitting his voice, Wang Meng withdrew all his aura. His figure moved like a ghost, leading the three still disheveled women into the depths of the ruins shrouded in blood-red light, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Deep within Jinling City, at the edge of a crimson pillar of light.

This is the boundary between ruins and vitality.

Many figures quickly passed by here.

Enter the area where the red light beam is even more intense.

Further in, you reach the core area shrouded by the pillar of light, where the blood-red light is so intense it seems to drip blood.

Standing on the edge, my gaze swept around and finally landed on a lucky tailor shop that hadn't completely collapsed.

The shop's signboard was crooked, half-suspended in the air, but the main structure was still intact, and you could even vaguely see the fabric piled up inside.

"Go inside and change your clothes."

Dai Qisi and the other two did not refute.

At this moment, their clothes were tattered and wet, making them feel as if their dignity had been stripped away, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

The tailor shop was in a complete mess.

Fabric, yarn, scissors, and rulers were scattered all over the floor.

The three of them each found a relatively intact area, avoided Wang Meng's gaze, and quickly took off their sticky old clothes.

In the private space, a cold wind blew, bringing waves of tingling shivers.

They dared not linger for a moment, grabbing whatever clothes they could find that were of similar size and haphazardly putting them on.

Daisy chose a deep purple robe, wide and heavy, which barely covered her graceful curves, but the waist was too loose and the sleeves were too long, but it could not hide her charming exotic style.

Hei Sha chose a lake-blue fitted outfit.

Her figure was voluptuous, and her original clothes were already tight. Now, this tight-fitting outfit, while covering her private parts, made her voluptuous breasts and rounded buttocks even more prominent, as if they were about to burst at any moment.

That forcibly suppressed sensuality, under ill-fitting clothes, is presented in a more impactful way.

She could even feel the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs aching slightly from excessive friction.

At this moment, the friction against the rough fabric brings an indescribable tingling sensation.

As for the girl in the black veil, she chose a light green dress that was noticeably too big.

Her petite figure was swallowed up by the large robe, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

That innocence and the shame of being defiled intertwined on his tender face, making him appear even more pitiful.

Even though she had wiped herself, there was still a sticky feeling and a slight soreness between her legs.

When they reappeared in front of Wang Meng, although their clothes were disheveled, at least they had covered their bodies.

The shame of being stripped naked lessened somewhat.

Wang Meng took advantage of this break to find himself a set of clothes that fit him.

He casually tore off a blue outfit that had been knocked to the ground and smoothly put it on.

His broad shoulders and narrow waist accentuated his lean and muscular physique, making him appear even more aloof and powerful.

He turned to the side and looked at the three women who had returned to his side.

"When...did you enter the Innate Realm?"

Dai Qisi finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked the question that had been swirling in her mind in a hoarse voice.

Wang Meng glanced at her, his deep gaze seemingly able to see right through people's hearts.

He didn't answer directly, but shook his head: "Now is not the time to discuss this issue!"

Then the conversation changed.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the emergence of a blessed land."

Wang Meng's voice echoed through the ruins, carrying a sense of complete composure.

"Tsk tsk..."

Dai Qisi followed behind him. Upon hearing this, she narrowed her eyes and uttered a whisper filled with inquiry, "You know this too?"

"Not only do I know this, I also know that only martial artists below the Grandmaster level can enter blessed lands."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the three women beside him, especially Dai Qisi's astonished look, and his tone carried an undeniable certainty: "Those above the Innate Realm cannot enter."