The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The movement was so swift that it stirred up a fragrant breeze, and the hem of the Taoist robe brushed against the pillars, making a soft rustling sound.

She didn't even dare to look back at Wang Meng again. Instead, she faced the disciple with her profile, which still showed a charming blush. Her voice had regained seven or eight parts of its coldness and authority, but her tone was excessively sharp and tense because she was forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

"What's the matter?

Why are you making such a fuss?

The young disciple was so startled by her sudden rebuke that he trembled and almost dropped the basin of water in his hands.

She quickly lowered her head, stammered, and pulled out a beautifully crafted visiting card from her bosom. Holding it with both hands, she hurried forward.

“Reporting to Master, just now outside the mountain gate, someone brought this... saying... saying it was specifically for Prince Wang… Prince Wang.”

Wang Meng watched this scene with great interest. Seeing that Abbess Miejue was trying to remain calm, but her stiff back and slightly trembling fingertips still revealed her inner panic, his smile deepened.

He glanced at the sky; the night was already deep.

The moon was high in the sky, and its cool light shone on the courtyard, coating everything with a layer of silver frost.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the darkness to "chat" with the grain shop owners in the courtyard who were trembling like leaves, and squeeze out the last bit of value from them.

But unexpectedly, trouble came knocking on our door.

Abbess Miejue accepted the visiting card from her disciple. "Where is Mei? I want to write a poem about plum blossoms, but Lin is here...?"

The visiting card was made of a peculiar material, neither gold nor wood, and had a cool, slippery feel to the touch, like touching the skin of a cold-blooded venomous snake. On the entirely black card, a lifelike scorpion was embroidered with silver thread, and the scorpion's stinger gleamed with an eerie, unsettling light in the moonlight.

Even before you get close, a very faint, cloyingly sweet fragrance emanates from the visiting card, entering your nostrils and making you feel nauseous and slightly dizzy.

Her face instantly darkened.

She turned around and faced Wang Meng again.

At this moment, the blush on her face had been completely replaced by frost.

She extended the ominous invitation card to Wang Meng, her gesture revealing an undisguised and eager-to-get-away disgust.

It was as if it weren't a visiting card, but a red-hot branding iron.

"It's the Five Poisons Sect!" Her voice was so cold it seemed to freeze, each word squeezed out from between her teeth. "It's for you!"

Wang Meng took the cold, smooth visiting card, his gaze sweeping over the silver-threaded scorpion before settling on Abbess Miejue's icy, snow-covered face.

He could sense that when she uttered the words "Five Poisons Sect," the proud and arrogant Emei Sect leader's voice trembled with a barely perceptible mix of disgust and fear.

Abbess Miejue's heart sank.

Five Poisons Sect!

To these so-called righteous and respectable families, this name was like the most vile curse.

That was an evil sect that entrenched itself in the miasma-ridden lands of southern Xinjiang, associated with poisonous insects and plants, and acted without any restraint.

Its owner was a bewitching woman who struck fear into the hearts of the entire martial arts world.

Her mind was filled with all the information and legends about that woman.

Lan Fenghuang, leader of the Five Poisons Sect. Known in the martial arts world as the Golden Snake Lady.

This is a title that, just by hearing its name, can make a man's bones melt and a woman's heart turn on guard.

Legend has it that she was an extremely beautiful Miao woman, as beautiful as the most delicate poppy blooming on a cliff, with a smile as beautiful as a flower and a breath as fragrant as orchids, every frown and smile could steal a man's soul.

But everyone knows that beneath that beautiful exterior lies a heart more venomous than the most poisonous snake in the world.

Unlike ordinary martial artists who diligently cultivate internal strength, she took a completely opposite and chillingly evil path—the Five Poisons Divine Skill.

It was a vicious technique that involved refining the world's most potent poisons into one's own body, feeding the poison into one's own body, and using the poison to hone one's skills.

Those who practice this skill will have their blood, internal energy, and even their exhaled breath carry deadly poison.

To a righteous master like Abbess Miejue, who cultivated pure Yang internal energy, this was simply the greatest desecration of martial arts and the human body!

What she feared even more was the sword in Lan Fenghuang's hand and her swordsmanship.

Golden Snake Sword.

That strangely shaped blade, with its forked tip resembling a snake's tongue, was once the sword of Xia Xueyi, a legendary figure from a cult a hundred years ago, known as the "Golden Gentleman."

But in this era, there are no more Golden Gentlemen in the martial arts world.

Only Lady Golden Snake.

The Golden Snake Sword Technique in Lan Fenghuang's hands was not inherited from any man, but rather found by her own in a certain ruin. She combined it with her own poison skills and cultivated it to a level that was even more bizarre and ruthless than that of the legendary Xia Xueyi.

Wang Meng's slender fingers casually pried open the seal of the visiting card that had been soaked in poison.

An even richer, cloyingly sweet fragrance instantly filled the air.

The young Emei disciple who presented the visiting card felt dizzy and saw stars as soon as she caught a whiff of the emanating aura. Her body went limp and she was about to collapse when Abbess Miejue caught her and patted her back with her inner force, which brought her back to her senses. Her face was a horrifying bluish-purple color.

Abbess Miejue waved her hand, dismissing the terrified disciple, and her gaze returned to Wang Meng, the fear and disgust in her eyes almost tangible.

Wang Meng, however, seemed oblivious to the strange fragrance that could easily poison a martial artist. He even brought the visiting card to his nose with great interest, took a deep breath, and showed an expression of enjoyment as if he were savoring fine wine.

"smell good.

It looks like it's highly poisonous, but it's actually very nourishing...

It seems this Blue Phoenix has quite a unique taste when it comes to drug manufacturing.

He muttered to himself, then unfolded the post that felt smooth to the touch.

The post contained a few lines of text written in an extremely delicate and charming style, with silver powder on it.

The handwriting was so delicate and charming, it seemed to come from the hand of a young woman in her boudoir, longing for her lover. Every turn and connection carried a subtle, alluring charm that could make a man's heart itch.

However, the content between the lines forms the most bizarre and terrifying contrast with the style of the handwriting.

"I have heard that Young Master Wang possesses unparalleled divine might, destroyed Yanziwu, and fought Xuanming alone, yet managed to escape unscathed. He truly deserves to be called a hero of our time."

But within the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, I taught dozens of my brothers and sisters to attain ultimate bliss and return their souls to the Heavenly Mother.

Phoenix felt an indescribable sense of admiration.

It is truly regrettable that the bodies of our sisters are still warm and no one has come to bury them.

In the "Soul-Stealing Cave" in the east of the city, Phoenix prepared a cup of wine, intending to have a chat with the young master and discuss the affairs of the sisters after their deaths.

We earnestly hope that you, sir... will grace us with your presence.

At the end of the post, there was no signature, only a small, alluring lip print imprinted with bright red cinnabar.

After reading it, Wang Meng's amused smile deepened.

They were there to collect a debt.

This is interesting.

Dozens of lives were lost, yet in the writings of that Blue Phoenix Cult Leader, they were described as "attaining bliss and returning to the Heavenly Mother Mountain."

These seemingly simple eight words reveal a cold-blooded and ruthless attitude that treats human life as worthless!

The phrase "to discuss the affairs of our sisters after their deaths" was a blatant threat.

A lion opening its mouth wide?

No, Wang Meng felt that things were probably not that simple.

If they only wanted money or his life, the Five Poisons Sect had plenty of ways to poison or assassinate him; there was no need to send such a provocative and murderous invitation.

This Golden Snake Lady is probably selling something far more interesting than gold, silver, or human lives.

"interesting!"

Wang Meng chuckled softly. He casually folded the visiting card, which exuded a faint fragrance and murderous intent, as if it were a piece of waste paper, and stuffed it into his pocket.

The action resembled temporarily securing a prey that had already been targeted.

Wang Meng turned his head, his gaze returning to the beautiful Taoist nun's icy, snow-covered face. His tone became matter-of-fact, as if he were instructing a subordinate he had long since tamed.

"Then Zhao Min is in your hands."

Wang Meng's gaze swept over her stunningly curvaceous body, which was completely covered by a Taoist robe, with an air of unquestionable authority: "Arrange for a few absolutely trusted disciples to secretly send her onto the ship first. Keep a close eye on her; don't let her die, and don't let her escape either."

This woman still has a great use to her.

He paused, his gaze shifting to the several grain merchants in the courtyard who looked utterly lifeless and ashen-faced, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"And those few idiots... they actually dared to collude with the Mongols, let them bleed a lot!"

I want them to spit out every penny they've earned, hidden, and even every single one of their ancestors buried underground for eighteen generations!

"Squeeze them dry, then decide whether to drown them or spare their lives."

Wang Meng spoke calmly, but what he said sent chills down one's spine.

Finally, as if remembering something, Wang Meng added, "As for the cargo ships to transport grain, I have already arranged for people to prepare them, and they can be moved at the dock at any time."

We'll set off as soon as it's light tomorrow.

Let's go as far as we can; even if it's 70%, it'll still be over a million dan.

The remaining 30% can be gradually... or at worst, converted into silver.

The beautiful Taoist nun's delicate eyebrows finally furrowed tightly at his words.

She asked in a cool voice, "What, are you going to keep your appointment?"

Fang Yanqing's voice carried a hint of nervousness that she herself was unaware of.

"Of course I want to go."

Wang Meng made no attempt to hide anything, nodding frankly with a matter-of-fact smile on his face, "It was indeed me who issued the bounty for the Five Poisons Sect."

As the saying goes, one must bear the consequences of one's actions. Back then at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, if it weren't for those people causing trouble and drawing most of the fire, I might not have been able to escape from those two old monsters so easily.

He stretched out his finger and gently tapped the place where the visiting card was in his pocket, his tone becoming like a businessman negotiating a price.

"Now they've put in a lot of effort, and so many of their disciples have died."

Whether it's a matter of chivalry or a guilty conscience, I have to make this trip and settle this score.

He seemed to have thought of something and shrugged easily. "Anyway, I don't have anything else. Just when I left the manor, Qingluo was worried that I wouldn't have enough money on the road, so she stuffed several hundred thousand taels of silver notes into my baggage. That should be enough."

Upon hearing the words "feeling uneasy about one's conscience," Fang Yanqing's body trembled violently.

She could no longer control herself, and a strange, almost distorted expression appeared on her usually taut, icy, and beautiful face.