The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She tilted her head, her eyes revealing an innocent yet eerie quality.

Before Wang Meng could answer, she extended a slender finger and touched her full, cherry-red lips, saying softly, "This first cup of 'Drunken Life, Dreamy Death' is to test your courage, young master."

All heroes under heaven pale at the mere mention of the poison of my Five Immortals Sect, and only those with the extraordinary spirit to devour it can dare to drink it whole.

"Young master, you have passed the test."

Her fingers slowly moved down, tracing across her chest, and finally stopped on her flat stomach, her eyes growing increasingly fiery.

"This second cup of 'Red Phoenix Calamity' is a test of your heart, young master."

Men in this world are all slaves to their desires.

This wine can awaken the most primal instincts; ordinary people who drink it will only turn into beasts who only know how to mate. I want to see, young master... whether you are a dragon among men or a beast beneath me.

"Can you wield this spear, or will it wield you?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Wang Meng with seductive eyes again, "Now it seems that not only does the young master control it very well, but he has also made it... even more ferocious."

Finally, a sly glint flashed in her eyes. "Mei, I think... I'm not free... Lin, are you not here...?"

"As for the third cup of 'Forgetful River Sorrow'... hehe, it can indeed arouse inner demons, but its extremely yin and cold medicinal properties can just neutralize the extremely yang and intense fire poison of 'Red Phoenix Calamity'."

These two glasses of wine are a pair.

If the young master's will falters even slightly, he will be devoured by his inner demons.

If one's willpower is even slightly lacking, one will completely degenerate into a wild beast.

Only a true hero like you, young master, whose courage, temperament, and will are all among the best in this world, can remain unscathed amidst the clash of ice and fire, and even surpass the past.

She finally revealed the truth.

These three cups of wine are nothing short of an intricate and extremely dangerous trial!

She's using the most vicious poison to screen out... a man she's interested in!

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng not only did not get angry, but instead burst into laughter.

"it is good!

What a magnificent blue phoenix!

What a seductive haven!

He spoke loudly, his voice echoing in the quiet courtyard, causing the purple flowers on the wisteria to tremble slightly: "To come up with such a ruthless yet interesting way to welcome guests, I'm afraid only you, Master Lan, could do it."

Wang Meng took a step forward, closing the distance between them to the point where they could hear each other's breaths. His masculine aura, tinged with the heat of alcohol, mixed with his unique and fierce presence, enveloped Lan Fenghuang like a large net.

"You've set up these three barriers!"

His voice lowered, becoming slightly hoarse and magnetic, each word seeming to whisper in her ear, "Testing courage, testing hearts, stirring up trouble, manipulating the universe... In the end, isn't it all just about seeing..."

He paused slightly, a wicked smile curving his lips. His gaze slowly moved down, landing on the shapely waist and hips encased in a fiery red outfit, before finally returning to her eyes that shimmered with an otherworldly light.

"...Let's see if my spear is qualified enough to probe the depths of your 'Soul-Stealing Cave'?"

The moment these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

How blatant and domineering these words are!

Upon hearing this, Lan Fenghuang's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly.

But instead of showing any shame or anger, her already shimmering eyes shone with an even more astonishing brilliance—the excitement and fervor of finding a kindred spirit and a formidable rival.

Instead of backing away, she took a half-step closer, her full red lips almost touching Wang Meng's chin.

She raised her face, which was as beautiful as a fairy, her eyes sparkling, and her breath sweet as orchids.

"good."

She readily admitted that her voice was so sweet it could drip water.

“What you said is absolutely right, young master.”

"This 'love nest' of mine, though not a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, is not a place where ordinary shovels and hoes can be disturbed at will."

As she spoke, she extended her slender fingers and boldly drew circles lightly on Wang Meng's firm, iron-like chest: "If we are to invite someone, we should naturally invite a true hero who can split mountains and cleave peaks, and use his unparalleled divine weapon to properly... consecrate this little paradise of mine."

She spoke the words "consecration" lightly and seductively, the implications of which were enough to make any seemingly virtuous gentleman's blood boil and his mind lose its composure.

This is no longer a hint, but a naked, primal invitation.

However, just as Lan Fenghuang was alluring and thought that this man would turn into a tiger and tear her to pieces and devour her, Wang Meng suddenly sneered.

The laughter was devoid of any desire; instead, it was filled with a condescending, almost mocking tone.

He reached out, but instead of tearing at her clothes or kneading her breasts, he lightly touched her soft, boneless finger, which was drawing circles, with two fingers.

This action looks incredibly gentle, as if it were just playful banter between lovers.

But the moment his fingertips touched Lan Fenghuang's skin, Lan Fenghuang's pretty face, flushed with allure, suddenly changed!

A chilling yet domineering true energy, like a dragon lurking in the depths of hell, silently emerged from Wang Meng's fingertips. Seemingly gentle, it actually broke through her protective, delicate true energy with an irresistible force in an instant!

"you……"

Blue Phoenix only managed to utter one word before she felt an immense force surge through her.

She was like a leaf blown by a strong wind, drifting backwards for about ten feet, her feet leaving two silent marks on the ground before she finally regained her balance.

She landed silently, her posture still graceful, but the look in her eyes as she looked at Wang Meng had completely changed.

The languor, provocation, and naked desire within were all completely concealed, replaced by a needle-like, chilling glint filled with surprise and solemnity!

She is also a master of the Innate Realm!

The martial arts of the Five Immortals Sect (Five Poisons Sect) are known for their unpredictable and insidious nature, and their pursuit of pure and profound internal energy is not the orthodox path.

But Lan Fenghuang was exceptionally gifted and managed to cultivate her innate true energy through poison techniques.

Looking across the world, there are very few who can force her to retreat so easily in a single move!

She originally thought that Wang Meng was just a powerful and ruthless hero with a strong physique and an iron will, but she never expected that his internal strength cultivation had reached such a terrifying level!

"I've seen plenty of women throwing themselves at me."

Wang Meng slowly withdrew his hand, placing it behind his back. His expression was so indifferent that it was as if he were not the one who had just drunk three cups of poison and was as hard as iron. "There are countless blessed lands that have offered themselves up to us."

But this eagerness is a bit...uninteresting.

He looked at Lan Fenghuang, a cruel smile curving his lips.

"Master Lan, you are also a master of the Innate Realm, don't you understand?"

The best prey is never the fool who walks into the trap.

Instead, one must painstakingly scheme and outwit their opponent until they are exhausted and completely subjugated, then savor the experience slowly, bite by bite. That's what makes it truly enjoyable.

Wang Meng's words were more scathing than any insult!

He actually regarded her, Lan Fenghuang, the dignified leader of the Five Immortals Sect, as a wild and unruly prey that still needed to be tamed!

He pushed her away, not out of rejection, but because he was annoyed that she had submitted too quickly, robbing him of the thrill of the hunt!

"Well done... Wang Meng is truly remarkable!"

Lan Fenghuang laughed in anger, revealing the snow-capped peaks on her chest.

Her body heaved violently due to rapid breathing.

With a stomp of her bare, snow-white feet, she transformed into a series of afterimages, like a weightless red ghost, and pounced on Wang Meng once more!

This time, she was no longer the demoness who offered her body, but had returned to her true form as the leader of the Five Immortals Sect!

Her fingernails gleamed with an eerie blue light in the moonlight, clearly coated with deadly poison. The soft sword at her waist was drawn with a "clang," like a venomous snake ready to devour its prey, aimed straight for Wang Meng's throat!

"Since, young master finds me not interesting enough!"

Her voice turned icy yet sweet, filled with a deadly allure, "Then I'll show you an even more interesting way to play!"

The air was filled with the tinkling of silver bells, the flashing of swords, and the pervasive smell of poison.

This is no longer flirting, it's a fight!

A foreplay unique to innate masters, with the ultimate goal of conquering the opponent's body and will!

Faced with Lan Fenghuang's swift and ghostly sword strike, Wang Meng remained as still as a deep pool and a mountain, not moving an inch.

That sword light, under the moonlight, was like a ribbon, like a vast expanse, and even more like a deadly blue lightning bolt, arriving in an instant.

He looked at the face that was becoming even more beautiful with anger and excitement, but instead of being serious, a faint indifference appeared in his eyes.

"Even a grain of rice can shine?"

He only made a move when the poisoned sword tip was less than three inches from his throat, and the sharp wind it generated made the hair on his forehead flutter slightly.

There was no dodging, no blocking, and no raising of the hand.

Instead of retreating, he took a half step forward, his body slightly sinking.

This was an extremely subtle movement; to onlookers, it even seemed like an untimely reaction, as if he were about to take the sword with his chest.

However, even a master like Lan Fenghuang suddenly narrowed his eyes!

She saw that Wang Meng's half-step was perfectly coordinated with his waist and stance, making his lower body as stable as a mountain. His powerful physique, which had already pushed his robes up high, became the pivot and sharpest point of his entire body's energy.

Before the poisoned sword tip could even touch his skin, it seemed to have struck an invisible, intangible yet indestructible wall of air!

The source of this protective aura was none other than the Heavenly Wrath Divine Skill that erupted from his spear, which stood proudly like an angry dragon!

He actually used this thing as the starting point for his divine skill!

With the most yang and the most masculine body, unleash the most powerful and domineering power!

Clang! A deep, bell-like sound exploded in the quiet courtyard!

The thin, indestructible soft sword, upon touching that invisible protective aura, arched into a full moon at an incredible angle!

Lan Fenghuang felt an internal force a hundred times more domineering than when she thrust out, rushing back like a tidal wave!

"puff!"

She spat out a mouthful of bluish-black poisonous blood, and her delicate body flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

However, before she even landed, a dark shadow followed her like a ghost, appearing behind her flying body.

In a single move! A renowned master of innate martial arts, the leader of the Five Immortals Sect, was subdued by him in such an unbelievable way!