The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng's strength is more like a gifted "specialization".

His physical body, in terms of strength and the extent to which his true energy flowed, had already reached an astonishing, near-innate level.

This gave him explosive power and endurance far exceeding those of martial artists of the same level.

In fact, some parts are as hard as refined steel.

However, his weaknesses are equally obvious.

Like a race car with a god-level engine but not enough fuel, the capacity of his dantian, as well as the total amount and purity of his internal energy, are still at the peak of the acquired realm or even lower, far from being comparable to a true innate master.

This enormous gap cannot be crossed without years or even decades of painstaking effort through methodical cultivation.

However, the emergence of the "Heart of Africa" ​​became an inexplicable variable.

This gemstone contains not ordinary primordial energy, but a more fundamental, purer, and more violent life energy.

It was like an infinite, high-pressure energy source. After Wang Meng forcibly swallowed it, it instantly made up for his biggest weakness.

It didn't care how big Wang Meng's dantian was; instead, in an almost savage manner, it directly filled every inch of his meridians and every cell with its immense energy. It forcibly opened up Wang Meng's "fuel tank" and instantly filled it with the highest grade of "divine oil"!

The Heavenly Wrath Heart Method became the key to transforming this external, expanding true energy into one's own cultivation.

It guided this force, enabling the crucial impact on the innate barrier.

Therefore, Wang Meng's breakthrough was not a natural advancement, but a breathtaking transformation forced by external forces.

Feeling the harmonious and ever-flowing innate true energy within his body, Wang Meng turned his head to look at the soft and fragrant body in his arms.

Li Qingluo was staring at him intently, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, as well as an indescribable fascination and... awe.

Wang Meng smiled and gently stroked her smooth back, the warm touch sending a shiver down his spine.

He lowered his head and gently pecked her luscious red lips.

"Madam, you feel... not bad."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unprecedented confidence and composure.

This is the aura that emanates from within after one has truly mastered their own power.

"Really?" Li Qingluo blinked.

Wang Meng chuckled softly, and with a slight effort, he used his large hand supporting her buttocks to guide her body to slowly sink down.

Li Qingluo let out a suppressed, satisfied sigh, her legs involuntarily arching against his waist.

"Pfft..."

The sound was clearly audible, accompanied by the sticky sound of bodily fluids being squeezed out.

This time, the feeling was completely different from before.

Li Qingluo could clearly feel a warm yet vibrant true energy slowly and continuously flowing into her body through that closely connected channel.

This inner energy was not domineering; it was like the gentlest spring rain, silently nourishing every corner of her body.

Previously, her body was somewhat tired from pleasing the emperor, but under the nourishment of this energy, it quickly regained its vitality and became even more energetic than before.

"Husband...you..."

Li Qingluo's beautiful eyes were glazed over, and she could barely speak coherently.

This feeling of being nourished by the other party's most primal life force was something she had never experienced before.

He no longer pursues speed and impact.

After advancing to the Innate Realm, his control over his own power has reached a completely new level.

"Mmm...uh...ah..."

Li Qingluo gave up on words and could only let out a series of soft, sweet moans in response to his movements.

Her body completely relaxed, allowing Wang Meng to take control of everything.

However, in a quiet bamboo grove in the manor, a pair of clear, cold eyes slowly opened.

She was a nun dressed in a moon-white robe, sitting cross-legged on a blue stone, her appearance dignified, and she was in a deep meditative state.

Just now, an exceptionally powerful and pure energy fluctuation, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, abruptly shattered the balance of the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy).

This fluctuation was initially violent, but quickly subsided into a state of harmony and restraint. However, the unique charm it contained, belonging solely to the "innate" realm, was as striking as a lighthouse in the night.

Someone here broke through the innate level.

Moreover, this innate true energy seems to be mixed with a kind of... indescribable, extremely vigorous, and primal masculine energy.

Fan Qinghui frowned slightly, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Although her mind was as calm as a still pond, she could not remain indifferent to such a momentous matter concerning the pinnacle of martial arts.

She slowly rose, her movements as gentle as willow catkins brushing the water's surface, without making a sound.

With a light touch of his toes on the fallen leaves, his entire figure drifted silently towards the source of the aura, like a wisp of weightless smoke.

Her speed was extremely fast, yet it possessed a unique rhythm, as if she had become one with the wind.

As they drew closer, the masculine aura in the air grew stronger, while at the same time, she keenly caught a faint... extremely subtle, feminine... alluring fragrance.

Fan Qinghui paused in her steps.

She stopped at the edge of the bamboo forest.

She naturally recognized that the owner of this small courtyard was Li Qingluo.

Could it be... that person who broke through to the Innate Realm?

With her cultivation level, the courtyard walls and paper windows were practically useless.

She glanced intently, and the two naked bodies intertwined in the room came into clear view.

The man's body was as strong as a mountain, with clearly defined muscles, exuding an explosive sense of power.

At that moment, the woman was facing away from the window, in an extremely awkward position on top of the man, and with the man's slow and heavy thrusts, she was emitting suppressed, soft moans.

Even with Fan Qinghui's heart as still as an ancient well, she couldn't help but catch her breath slightly upon seeing this scene.

But what truly shook her was that man.

She could clearly "see" that within that magnificent body, a boundless and harmonious innate true energy was flowing continuously.

Even more incredibly, with each contact between him and the woman beneath him, a trace of extremely pure and vibrant true energy flowed into the woman's body through their intimately connected parts.

This... this is not the evil practice of replenishing yang by absorbing yin, but rather... the supreme Daoist method of using one's own innate essence to nourish the other?

How can it be?

Fan Qinghui's understanding was shocked like never before.

To transfer one's hard-earned primordial energy to others is tantamount to destroying one's own foundation.

But the man before her, his aura not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became even more profound and heavy, forming a perfect yin-yang cycle with the woman beneath him.

"Mmm... Husband... You're so amazing... Ah..."

Li Qingluo's moans came intermittently. Her body had completely gone limp, and she could only barely maintain her sitting position by Wang Meng's iron hands supporting her buttocks.

She felt as if she were floating in a warm ocean, and every time she was filled, a warm current would flow through her whole body. The comfort that went deep into her bones made her feel like she was melting.

Fan Qingyi stood quietly in the shadows, like an emotionless jade sculpture.

The sounds in the room grew clearer.

The "slap slap" of flesh colliding, mixed with the "sizzling" sound of bodily fluids being squeezed out, and the increasingly heavy breathing of the two, constituted the most primal and moving symphony of life.

Fan Qinghui's gaze involuntarily fell on the spot where the two were joined together.

The enormous spear piercing through the woman's body was as hard as iron, and each thrust was powerful and heavy, carrying an unparalleled might.

A subtle ripple, imperceptible even to herself, flickered in Fan Qinghui's cool gaze.

She cultivates the highest form of detachment, emphasizing a mind free from all attachments and the emptiness of the four elements.

But this scene before her eyes was like a seed of evil, planting a tender sprout called "curiosity" in the calm lake of her heart.

What is it like to completely possess and penetrate another life, and then nurture and nourish it with your own power?

Her wide, moon-white monk's robe concealed her shapely figure, as well as the unknown changes she had undergone.

In the shadows where no one could see, Fan Qinghui's fair and jade-like right hand, hanging by her side, slightly curled its five fingers.

Cold and empty.

That was her only feeling at that moment.

Her breathing remained steady and long, and her mature face still wore that indifferent expression that kept people at a distance, as if everything happening before her eyes had nothing to do with her.

However, her right hand, concealed by her monk's robe, slowly and hesitantly reached between her legs.

Even such a superficial touch caused her body, which had been celibate for many years, to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

A strange, tingling current rose from that point and instantly spread throughout my limbs and bones.

Fan Qinghui's eyes glazed over for a moment, but quickly regained their clarity.

She must not be deceived by this illusory, physical illusion.

She simply... simply wanted to understand the "Tao" of yin and yang and the flow of energy through simulation.

Yes, it's all for the sake of seeking the Tao.

She told herself that.

So her fingers no longer hesitated.

Through the fabric, the pad of my middle finger accurately located that tiny, slightly raised, extremely sensitive spot.

She didn't press immediately, but simply left her fingers there, feeling the subtle pulse coming from that point, and the increasingly wanton moans coming from the room.

"Ah... I'm... almost there... Husband... faster..."

The woman in the room let out a scream that sounded like she was about to collapse.

Fan Qinghui's body tensed up suddenly at the sound of that scream.

She finally stopped restraining herself, and with her icy jade finger, through the fabric, she gently and slowly drew circles on the already hot and hard protrusion.

"Um……"