The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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"Well……"

This time, what escaped from Wang Meng's throat was no longer a painful groan, but a sigh that almost made him lose his senses, a mixture of extreme pain and extreme despair!

He could clearly feel that the warm current was like the parched earth finally receiving its first life-saving rain!

It surged irresistibly into his long-dried and withered meridians, rushing forth along the path that led directly to his dantian!

Wherever it goes, the withered veins are quickly nourished, repaired, and restored to a supple luster!

The once desolate and barren dantian, under the infusion of this pure internal energy, began to regenerate at its bottom, and a tiny, golden lake was forming at a visible speed!

His mind, which had been clouded by overexertion, cleared up instantly.

The feeling of emptiness and weakness that had been drained from my body was being rapidly filled by this foreign, incredibly powerful life force!

Consequently, the efficiency of his "source of life" expelling oxygen also increased several times over!

The bubbles became denser and thicker, even carrying a faint golden halo.

The sudden influx of richer oxygen caused Huang Rong and Wang Yuyan beside them to breathe more slowly, no longer as eager and desperate as before.

Nourished by this warm current, Wang Meng's consciousness became clearer than ever before.

He could clearly feel that the woman, the woman who was "giving back" to him, had changed her heartbeat from steady and strong to somewhat rapid and disordered.

The internal energy she transmitted also carried a slight, unstable, scalding tremor.

She didn't seem... as calm as she appeared.

She transferred her purest, most primal inner strength to a stranger in this most primitive, shameful, and intimate way, without reservation...

Is this the blessed land of Langhuan?

That magnetic, ethereal voice rang in Wang Meng and Huang Rong's ears once more, carrying a certainty as if they had just confirmed the coordinates.

This time, Huang Rong was finally prepared.

She forcibly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and while continuing to maintain Wang Meng's balance, she transmitted her highly vigilant voice to him through their closely pressed bodies in the same way.

"Yes!"

Her answer was only one word, concise yet full of vigilance.

"Then... wait for me."

The woman's voice carried a hint of self-righteousness and unquestionable authority.

The next moment, Wang Meng felt a cold, smooth hand, yet with an irresistible force, precisely grasp his hand in the dark water.

Their ten fingers, so casually, intertwined tightly.

But the woman's mouth beneath him never let go. She still held him in her mouth with the same intimate gesture as before, only the movements had changed from the wild, eager biting and sucking to a steady, rhythmic breathing, as if it were innate.

It seems that even after regaining her senses and strength, she is still unable to break free from the life source provided by Wang Meng.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet firm force came from the clasped hands, pulling Wang Meng's body and causing him to move.

They embarked on a journey of escape.

What they form is a "composite life form" created by the entanglement of four people.

That mysterious woman became the "head" and "engine" of this life form.

She guided Wang Meng with one hand, controlling the direction of their journey, while using the other hand to gracefully and powerfully paddle in front of her.

Her legs are long and powerful, and every time she swings in the water, she is like a legendary giant salamander, elegant and composed, yet able to propel her heavy "body" forward steadily.

Her body maintained a subtle, forward-leaning posture to ensure she could continuously draw pure air from the source that sustained everything.

Wang Meng is the "torso" and "heart" of this life form.

He completely relinquished control of his body, like a carefully wrapped, warm piece of driftwood, passively being pulled along.

His sole function is as an "oxygen pump"—a living, warm, and never-ending oxygen pump—that constantly pulsating, ever-flowing stream of golden bubbles—at the point where he connects with the women.

He could feel the woman's inner strength still flowing into his body through the wound she had bitten, repairing his parched meridians and preventing him from completely exhausting himself from the continuous "production" of oxygen.

This is an extremely bizarre symbiosis; she is absorbing his "oxygen," while he is absorbing her inner strength.

As for Huang Rong, she is the "hind limbs" and "balancing rudder" of this life form.

She wrapped her arms around Wang Meng's waist from behind in a protective posture.

Her legs were also working hard to match the rhythm of the woman in front of her, providing extra thrust.

At the same time, her hands, like two tough vines, gripped Wang Yuyan's body tightly, firmly fixing this still semi-conscious and weak "tail" to the "torso," and occasionally adjusting the position of her head so that her face could be pressed tightly against the side, allowing her to suck in enough air to survive.

And so, this quartet, consisting of an active head, a passive torso, an auxiliary hind limb, and an unconscious tail, began to slowly roam in the endless darkness and silence in a manner that would astound outsiders—a posture full of bizarre, primitive, and even erotic connotations.

They did not return to the path that had been completely blocked.

The woman clearly knew the place like the back of her hand. Even in complete darkness, she led the group through the stone gate into the vast library.

Countless books, like a school of startled fish, floated and swirled in the murky water, occasionally bumping into them before silently sliding away.

Those huge bookshelves that were originally neatly arranged are now mostly leaning to one side or the other, like a jungle submerged underwater.

Fortunately, the space in this library was much higher and wider than the previous passageway, enough to accommodate their enormous "life form" as they moved through it.

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The woman was clearly very familiar with the place; even in complete darkness, she led everyone into a relatively wide passage.

Although this passage was also submerged by the lake, compared to the passage that had been blocked when they arrived, the scale of the fallen rocks here was obviously not as exaggerated, and it was still passable. In this way, the four people swam slowly in the water in an unusual posture and slowly floated upward.

"Don't rise too quickly!" Huang Rong transmitted her voice: "We've been underwater for too long. If we rise too quickly, it will cause adverse reactions in our bodies."

Having grown up by the sea, she naturally knew about decompression sickness. Although she couldn't pronounce the term professionally, she was familiar with the symptoms.

Huang Rong's telepathic message was like a tiny pebble thrown into the absolute silence of darkness, yet it stirred up ripples that were actually quite effective.

The hand that was tightly gripping Wang Meng's, the undeniable force that had been guiding them forward, noticeably slowed down.

The woman clearly understood Huang Rong's warning.

She probably didn't know what "decompression sickness" was, but her extraordinary martial arts skills made her instinctively understand what kind of irreversible damage such a drastic change in environment could cause to the fragile bodies of ordinary people.

As a result, their ascent became incredibly slow.

This slowness, however, also means that they must remain in this extremely bizarre "symbiotic state" formed by the bonding of four bodies for an even longer period of time.

Time seems to have lost its meaning.

Darkness cuts off sight.

Wang Meng's consciousness, however, became more acute than ever during this long, passive drifting.

He was like a piece of raw jade thrown into a furnace, repeatedly tempered and forged from the inside out by three completely different flames.

But the most crucial character is Huang Rong.

Her lips always held a composed, possessive posture.

Secondly, there is Wang Yuyan.

She was like a fragile fledgling bird completely dependent on its mother.

Her lips remained gently, almost without any force, pressed against his left side.

Her sucking was intermittent, purely out of the instinct for survival.

Finally, it was that woman who continuously poured new internal energy into Wang Meng's body.

Their skin pressed tightly together in the water, exchanging body heat.

After an unknown amount of time, a change finally appeared in this eternal darkness.

A faint, hazy, bluish-white halo, seemingly from another world, seeped down from the distant sky above them.

Light!

This realization caused all four intertwined hearts to skip a beat simultaneously.

The woman's pace unconsciously quickened. They began to traverse the last narrow passage filled with jagged rocks.

The darkness was quickly left behind, and the light overhead became clearer and clearer, more and more real.

They can see each other now.

In the murky lake water, yet illuminated by the sunlight, they could see each other.

In the murky yet sunlit lake water, the strange "life form" composed of four intertwined bodies was finally able to see each other's full appearance for the first time.

However, no one dared to go and see.

Or rather, no one was willing to admit what they had seen. The first to react was Huang Rong.

The moment her head finally broke through the water, the first breath of pure, cold, and fresh air rushed into her lungs, making her feel as if she had been struck by an electric current, and she shuddered violently!

The string in the brain called "reason" and "shame," stretched to its limit, let out a piercing, snapping cry along with this life-saving breath!

She subconsciously pushed Wang Meng away.

"what!"

Wang Yuyan was startled by the sound.

Her frail body tumbled in the water, her mouth and nose detached from the warm "source," and she choked on a mouthful of icy lake water. Mei, where are you? I'm busy. Lin, where are you?

The violent coughing finally brought her back to full consciousness. When she opened her eyes and saw the incredible position between herself and Wang Meng, which was almost at a negative distance, her expression froze.

It was a pure, extreme sense of bewilderment and emptiness that transcended fear and shame.

It was as if her brain, unable to process the utterly absurd reality before her that was enough to overturn all her understanding, had chosen to... shut down.

Before she could even utter a cry of alarm, her body went limp, and she fainted once again, completely and decisively, like a white lotus battered by a rainstorm, floating helplessly on the water's surface.

But the mysterious woman maintained a chillingly calm composure throughout.

The moment Huang Rong pushed Wang Meng away, she immediately let go of him.

Her movements were elegant and natural, without the slightest hint of panic, as if what had just happened was nothing more than an ordinary meal.

She slowly raised her head, letting the cold lake water slide down her smooth, jade-like chin. A glistening liquid, whether lake water or something else, dripped slowly, like a silken thread, from the corner of her brightly colored lips.

Her gaze, clear and cold as the moon, pierced through the murky water and landed directly on Wang Meng's face.