The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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They all understood the difference between "walking on water" and floating on water by speed.

The girl, who had been quiet all along, now stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

For a girl her age, such seemingly miraculous feats were far more shocking than the fighting and killing downstairs.

She couldn't help but lean closer and ask curiously, "Aunt Dai, where is it?"

"Oh, are you in such a hurry?"

Dai Qisi's red lips curled into a playful smile. She turned her head, extended her well-maintained index finger, and pointed it at the girl in black veil from a distance.

"Wan'er, you've grown into a young lady, and you've already started thinking about men."

Although the words made the girl blush, Dai Qisi's gaze did not waver for a moment, like two nails, firmly fixed on the figure outside the window.

Her hand holding the teacup appeared steady, but her palms were unknowingly covered with a fine, sticky layer of sweat.

There are few people or things in this world that can make Daisy nervous.

The woman in black noticed her close friend's unusual behavior—outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense—and her charming smile faded slightly as she followed Dai Qisi's gaze.

At the far end of the dock, a tall figure dressed in black had somehow become leaning against a mooring post.

He crossed his arms, looking relaxed, as if the confrontation was nothing more than a somewhat tedious drama in his eyes.

Just as tensions were running high downstairs and the atmosphere was about to explode, a sudden change occurred!

The three men in black, who had been arrogant and domineering and treated human life like dirt, all trembled the moment they saw the man in black.

The cruelty and indifference on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by a deep-seated respect.

To everyone's astonishment, the three of them didn't even bother to greet the officials and Wudang disciples. They sheathed their swords in unison, walked quickly to the man in the martial arts outfit, bowed, and called out in unison, "Young Master Wang!"

The cry of "Young Master Wang" was like a thunderclap, instantly silencing the hustle and bustle and confrontation at the entire dock.

Inside the private room, Dai Qisi's hand holding the teacup suddenly trembled, spilling scalding tea onto the back of her hand, but she seemed oblivious.

Is it really him?

Inside the private room, the air seemed to freeze.

Dai Qisi seemed completely oblivious to the red marks on the back of her hand caused by the hot tea.

Those beautiful purple eyes, which usually held a myriad of charms, now held only pure, unadulterated surprise.

"Who...who is this?"

The one who spoke was the one in black veil.

For the first time, the seductive air that once manipulated men was gone from her stunningly beautiful face, replaced by utter bewilderment.

Her voice was no longer melodious and charming, but rather somewhat dry.

She, a woman who had lived a life of constant danger, knew best that the three men in black downstairs were no good. The origins of this "Young Master Wang" were crucial in making them as docile as dogs.

It is probably even deeper than the Qinhuai River outside Nanjing.

The girl in the black veil, who had been silent all along, had a pair of clear eyes that gazed out the window through the veil, filled with immense confusion.

She didn't understand the power dynamics of the martial arts world, nor did she comprehend the significance of the official token.

But she could understand something very primal—fear.

Those three ruthless killers showed a deep-seated awe when facing the man named Wang Meng.

The deathly silence downstairs was broken by a voice that was both languid and chilling.

"waste."

Wang Meng didn't even look directly at the three bowing border soldiers. His gaze swept over the mess on the ground, and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Although his gaze was calm, a faint blue hue flickered continuously in his eyes like a shadow.

Those who were swept by this gaze, or who saw it, felt a profound shock.

It was the captivating divine light emanating from the Eye of the Spiritual Insight.

【Awe-inspiring Divine Light (Active): It can infuse innate true energy into the eyes, causing them to emit a light containing the power of the soul.

This divine light can greatly enhance personal charisma, unconsciously inspiring goodwill and trust in others. When dealing with those of weak will, one can give them brief, instinctive commands through eye contact; the duration is extremely short.

"The corpses that crawled out of the pile of dead bodies in Xiangyang, and the killing of a few rats who were scouting ahead, actually caused such a big commotion and injured so many people."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly: "What's wrong? Is the rice in Jiangnan so nourishing that it's dulled your knives?"

Do you still think that murder needs to be celebrated with fanfare, so that the whole city can cheer for you?

The contempt in those words is more hurtful than direct insults.

The three men in black, scolded by him, lowered their heads even further, their bodies trembling slightly, yet they dared not utter a single word in their defense.

protection.

Dai Qisi and Hei Sha, inside the private room, understood Wang Meng's intention almost instantly. He was casually characterizing this farce as "inefficient handling" rather than "indiscriminate killing of innocent people."

He's protecting his men!

It adopts an attitude of absolute superiority that is incomprehensible to others.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuishan was so enraged that his three corpses throbbed violently. He suppressed the invisible pressure and roared, "And who are you, sir!"

They killed citizens of the Great Song Dynasty, yet you're twisting the truth here, it's simply..."

Wang Meng finally turned his gaze to him, his eyes as calm as a bottomless abyss. But Zhang Cuishan felt as if the rest of his words were stuck in his throat by ice after just one glance, and he couldn't say them no matter what.

"Citizens of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Wang Meng chuckled lightly, his laughter filled with sarcasm.

He seemed to think that arguing with Zhang Cuishan was beneath him, so he simply strode over to a corpse.

He didn't bend down, but simply used the toes of his black boots to gently kick the dead man's clenched fist over.

“Zhang Wuxia, your Wudang Sect is renowned throughout the world, so you must have some skill in judging people.”

Wang Meng said calmly, "Look at his hands."

Everyone stared intently and saw that the dead man's palms were covered with thick, rough calluses. These were not the calluses that ordinary people or ordinary martial artists would have, but rather the marks that would be worn out from years of drawing a bow and riding a horse!

Before anyone could react, Wang Meng flicked his toe again, tearing open a patch of bloodstains from the man's collar.

Beneath the bloodstains, a hideous bluish-black wolf head tattoo was conspicuously exposed before everyone's eyes!

"The wolves of the grasslands have come to the water's edge in Jiangnan to drink."

Wang Meng's tone remained calm: "They are drawing hydrological maps of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River in preparation for the Mongol army's southward advance."

These border soldiers are cleaning up corrupt officials for the imperial court.

As for these…

He glanced at the civilians who had been accidentally injured out of the corner of his eye, his tone completely calm, "...It was just an accidental injury while cleaning up the termites."

"Zhang Wuxia, do you still want to seek justice from me for these 'citizens of the Great Song Dynasty'?" (The rest of the text appears to be a series of unrelated phrases and sentences, possibly from different sources.)

Mongolian spy!

These four words were like a heavy hammer, striking Zhang Cuishan's heart hard!

He was completely stunned. Looking at the wolf head tattoo and then at the people who had died tragically, a huge sense of absurdity and powerlessness instantly swept over him.

Before he could say anything, the Wudang disciple beside him retorted defiantly, "Even if they are spies, what crime have these innocent people committed!"

Your actions are so cruel; how are you any different from demons and heretics?

"Bullshit!"

Wang Meng seemed to have completely lost his patience.

He didn't even bother to say anything more, but slowly raised his eyes. In those deep eyes, there was no longer any mockery, only pure, terrifying pressure.

boom!

An invisible yet heavy aura, as imposing as a mountain, suddenly erupted from Wang Meng! It was neither internal force nor killing intent, but a more primal power!

Under this powerful aura, the air throughout the entire dock seemed to turn into viscous molten mercury, making it difficult to breathe.

The officials' legs gave way, and they collapsed to the ground in droves, their fire sticks and broadswords clattering to the floor.

The disciples of the Wudang Sect were dealt a heavy blow!

They felt as if they had instantly fallen from a bustling human world into a desolate wilderness, and the man in front of them was an ancient ferocious beast that ruled life and death in this wilderness!

The longswords in their hands had never felt so heavy, as if they were carrying hundreds of pounds of pig iron, making even lifting them a luxury.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale, cold sweat poured down their backs, their legs trembled uncontrollably, and all that remained in their hearts was the most primal fear of wanting to kneel down.

Zhang Cuishan was the first to be affected. He had the deepest skill, having reached the peak of the acquired realm, and thus suffered the greatest impact.

He felt as if the other person's gaze was like two blazing mountains, pressing down on his spirit. His proud Wudang Pure Yang internal energy was like a stream crashing into a roaring sea in the face of this tyrannical and unreasonable pressure, unable to even make a ripple.

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and every bone in his body was groaning. His fervent sense of chivalry and anger now seemed so ridiculous and presumptuous.

"roll."

Wang Meng uttered a single word from his throat.

Zhang Cuishan could no longer hold on. With a "poof," he spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered back several steps. He was caught by the Wudang disciples behind him before he fell to the ground.

He looked at Wang Meng, his eyes filled with horror.

innate!

Such a young congenital condition?

"……Walk!"

Zhang Cuishan practically spat out the word through gritted teeth.

The Wudang Sect members felt as if they had been granted a pardon and immediately retreated from the dock in a disheveled state.

Second floor...in the private room.

Deathly silence.

The terrifying pressure, even through the window, made the three stunningly beautiful women, who were used to grand occasions, feel a chill run down their spines.

"Giggle..."