The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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In terms of martial arts, she inherited the true skills of her father and mother and possesses countless unique techniques.

In terms of intelligence, she was resourceful and cunning, with few rivals in the world.

In terms of wealth, the treasures of Peach Blossom Island probably surpass even those of Mantuo Manor.

Such a gifted woman should be matched with a hero of her time, so why did she fall for a penniless, dull, and even poor boy who couldn't utter a proper love confession?

Is it really because of Guo Jing's so-called "sincerity"?

No, it's not just about sincerity.

Only then did Wang Meng truly understand the crux of the matter.

What attracted Huang Rong most about Guo Jing was definitely not just his simple-mindedness. (The last sentence appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

Rather, beneath that honesty and straightforwardness lies a sense of responsibility as unbreakable as a mountain!

It's that kind of persistence: "Even though I'm not smart, I will definitely do what I say."

It is the kind of fearless spirit that says "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me," willing to defend Xiangyang City to the death for the country and the people.

It is the kind of "serious and responsible" attitude that values ​​the greater good of the world and the well-being of the common people more than one's own life.

Huang Rong is too clever and too shrewd.

She sees through all the hypocrisy and scheming in the world, so she doesn't need a partner who is equally cunning.

What she needs is not so-called pleasure.

It is a haven where she can let down her guard and where she can rely on it with peace of mind.

He is a man who can provide her with a safe haven and shoulder responsibilities that she cannot bear.

Guo Jing was that man.

Thinking of this, Wang Meng immediately said.

"As for what Chief Huang just said..."

Qingluo and I had actually already discussed it beforehand.

Are you willing to donate all the grain needed by Xiangyang City this year?

Those nonsensical remarks I just made were just a joke.

I, Wang, am not one of those unscrupulous businessmen who only care about money and have no regard for national interests. Besides!

His voice carried a captivating and righteous air: "Without a country, where is a home?"

My Mantuo Manor is based within the territory of the Great Song Dynasty; naturally, it must live and die with the Great Song!

Wang Meng's words were resounding and powerful.

The last sentence, "We will live and die with the Song Dynasty," struck Huang Rong's heart like a heavy hammer.

She was completely stunned.

In that instant, she felt her heart skip a beat, as if something had touched the softest, deepest corner of her being.

A strange heat rose quietly from deep within her lower abdomen, instantly surging through her limbs and bones, making her hands and feet, which had been slightly cool due to anxiety, burn hot.

In a daze, the scene before my eyes seemed to begin to blur.

She looked at Wang Meng, whose deep, slightly sinister eyes were now burning with a fierce and righteous spirit.

That upright posture, that resolute profile, that undeniably powerful aura—slowly and incredibly overlapped with the simple, honest, yet equally patriotic young figure deep in her memory.

Yes, that's the look in my eyes.

However... the Wang Meng before him was completely different from his brother Jing.

He lacked the simplicity and honesty of his brother Jing, but instead possessed a cunning insight into the ways of the world and an untamed charm.

He had just teased her with such frivolous words, making her feel both ashamed and angry, but in the blink of an eye, he had shouldered such a heavy responsibility for the country and its people with ease.

This contradictory yet fatal charm is like a pot of the strongest wine, with a mellow taste but a burning spiciness hidden beneath. While she tastes the familiar "righteousness," she is also seduced by the unfamiliar "evil," and involuntarily becomes intoxicated by it.

It wasn't until Wang Meng's questioning gaze returned that Huang Rong jolted awake from her brief daze.

She then realized that a deeper blush was rising from her neck and quickly spreading to her ears.

She quickly lowered her eyes, not daring to look into Wang Meng's eyes that seemed to see right through people.

"it is good!"

At the same time, Huang Rong uttered the word almost subconsciously, her voice clear and crisp, carrying a hint of urgency that she herself was unaware of, as if she was trying to cover something up.

"It's done!"

Wang Meng watched Huang Rong's momentary daze.

Then you'll understand—that's not looking at yourself at all.

She was clearly seeing, through herself, that familiar, comforting figure.

Thinking of this, Wang Meng gave a self-deprecating smile.

So that's how it is. So that's the real key to unlocking the heart of this charming gang leader.

Those presumptuous attempts at verbal provocation are ultimately a poor choice.

Chapter 34: It turns out, that green tea bitch was the real key!

Once his thoughts were clear, Wang Meng seemed much more relaxed. The way he looked at Huang Rong changed from a playful and somewhat aggressive gaze to one of openness and sincerity.

However, just as he was about to speak and finalize the "deal," his brows suddenly furrowed without warning.

"Someone has entered the village!"

He spoke in a deep voice, not loud, but with an undeniable certainty.

Wang Meng was never modest, nor was he a person who belittled himself.

He knew very well that, in terms of martial arts skills alone, he was currently no match for the Huang Gang Leader in front of him, who possessed countless unique skills.

He acknowledged this.

However, even an ordinary person who is powerless can immediately sense that something is wrong if they stay in this villa for a few days.

In order to hold today's treasure appraisal meeting, the manor is short-handed, and most of the servants and maids have been transferred to the front hall to help.

That's true.

But don't forget, this is Mantuo Manor. Its most famous feature is not gold and silver treasures, but the countless exotic flowers and plants that Li Qingluo has painstakingly cultivated throughout the manor.

These precious plants are extremely delicate and require servants to take meticulous care of them day and night.

Take the famous "Eighteen Scholars" camellia as an example. It is priceless and is usually cared for by seven or eight of the most meticulous maids, divided into three shifts, taking turns to water, fertilize, and repel pests, never leaving its side for a moment.

But now?

Wang Meng's ears twitched slightly. He couldn't hear any familiar sounds coming from the direction of any flowerbed, such as the rustling of maids' clothes as they moved around, or their hushed conversations.

The entire back village, except for the faint noise coming from the inner hall, was plunged into a deathly silence, a silence that violated the daily routine of the village and was unsettling.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Rong's pretty face instantly turned serious.

Her bright eyes scanned her surroundings warily, and her ears twitched slightly like a startled jade rabbit.

"Not bad!"

Her voice was very low, but it clearly reached Wang Meng's ears: "And it wasn't just one person."

Their footsteps were very light; they were all trained martial artists.

And they didn't come from the main entrance.

No further words were needed; the two already understood perfectly well.

I fear that the maids who were responsible for guarding the flower garden have already met with misfortune.

Wang Meng's eyes sharpened, and he no longer hesitated.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Huang Rong's warm, smooth wrist, which was still slightly hot.

He then said to the maid who was following closely behind, "Go find the madam, quickly!"

"go!"

This handshake was not flirtation, but an instinctive reaction in a critical situation.

Wang Meng's palm was broad and warm, full of undeniable power, devoid of any gentleness, only displaying a decisiveness as swift as a storm.

Huang Rong's delicate body trembled slightly. That scorching heat, penetrating her tender skin, seemed to be imprinted deep into her heart.

Strangely enough, she didn't even entertain the slightest thought of struggling.

Instead, following his powerful force, he leaned forward slightly, his superb martial arts skills instantly gathering, and he entered a state of readiness to strike.

The two exchanged only a glance, yet their hearts were already in sync.

The next moment, Wang Meng darted out first, with Huang Rong close behind.

The two of them shot off like arrows released from a bow, or like wisps of smoke, and led by Wang Meng, sped toward the dungeon where Murong Fu was imprisoned.

They walked through the winding paths lined with flowers and trees, yet their footsteps made not a sound.

Huang Rong possessed the unparalleled lightness skill of Peach Blossom Island, making it commonplace for her to walk on snow without leaving a trace and move as lightly as a swallow; there's no need to elaborate further.

But what truly shook her to her core was Wang Meng, who was holding her hand in front of her.

His footsteps were so light they were almost unbelievable.

It wasn't a forced suppression of his voice with internal force, but a natural harmony, as if every step he took followed the flow of the wind, and every breath he took matched the pulse of the earth. He blended into the surrounding night and vegetation, without a trace of worldly concerns.

What alarmed her even more was that a stream of extremely pure yet vast true energy was continuously emanating from the palm of his hand that was tightly gripping her wrist.

This genuine warmth, warm yet not dry, flowed freely, calming her internal energy, which had been somewhat unstable due to her rapid journey.

She had seen countless top masters in the world, including her father who had reached the pinnacle of skill, but none of them possessed the same kind of true energy that gave her this feeling—it was not just powerful, but also a kind of inexhaustible, seemingly endless life force!

This is something that cannot be mastered by any known skill!

Only Wang Meng himself knew that it was all thanks to the royal jelly, especially after he obtained the new title and ability of "Supporting Heaven's Qi".

They walked through the winding paths lined with flowers and trees, yet their footsteps made not a sound.