The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The Martial God Begins at Mantuo Manor (Author: Moonlight Under the Quilt)

Summary:

"Flying snow connects the sky, shooting white deer, laughing at the book of gods and heroes, leaning on the jade mandarin ducks, I travel through Jin Yong's martial arts world. Everyone wants to be a great hero, respected and righteous, but I have become... a servant?"

Ming Cult? (Bonus chapters, original text, and uncensored images are in the inner group, group number: 962987438)

The Demonic Cult!

This was Wang Meng's first thought after waking up, after all, he had never heard of someone who had gone into qi deviation and then had to become a spy.

Fortunately, he has a cheat code. Although it refreshes every three months, he can get it permanently as long as he completes the task.

But something's not right with this cheat code.

[King of Waist Control!]

[Born with 13 kidneys.] (Garden of the Dead, ...)

Chapter 1: To become a strongman or a eunuch?

"9527!"

"Wang Meng!"

"Get up quickly, or you'll be in trouble!"

A series of urgent and loud shouts, like thunderclaps, boomed in my ears. Accompanying these shouts were heavy slapping sounds, one after another, as if trying to forcibly awaken something from its slumber.

The slap landed on Wang Meng's face with such force that a red mark instantly appeared on his cheek.

Wang Meng, whose head was originally dizzy and whose consciousness seemed to be trapped in a fog, was struck by this intense stimulation as if by a sudden electric current.

His eyes snapped open, still filled with confusion and terror, as if he had just escaped a terrible nightmare and was not yet fully aware of the situation.

However, just as Wang Meng opened his eyes and was still not fully recovered from the sudden slapping and shouting, a flood of memories rushed into his mind like a tidal wave.

At the same time, a strong dragging sensation came from my body.

Wang Meng was completely unconscious, and was dragged along, his feet stumbling and falling on the ground, staggering all the way to the door.

After about three or four seconds, the flood of memories gradually returned to his mind, and the dragging sensation in his body also gradually brought him back to his senses. He then came to his senses as if waking from a dream.

"This... damn it, it wasn't a dream after all!" Wang Meng's eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief, and he couldn't help but swear.

That's right, he fell into darkness after a car accident.

It seems that I have been reincarnated into a bizarre and fantastical martial arts world.

This is no ordinary martial arts world, but a wondrous world that carries the martial arts dreams of countless people and encompasses many classic stories such as "Flying Snow Shoots the White Deer, Smiling Proud Wanderer, Divine Eagle, and Jade Couple".

Wang Meng tried hard to sort out the chaotic memories in his mind.

My current identity is that of a refugee who, by chance, was recruited into Mantuo Manor and became a lowly flower slave.

But behind this seemingly simple identity lies a much larger secret—he is actually a spy planted by the Ming Cult in various locations.

He was a disciple of the Ming Cult's Ruijin Banner.

And his immediate superior was none other than the legendary Purple-Robed Dragon King!

But that's not the most abstract part. What's more abstract is that although Wang Meng was a disciple of the Ming Cult, he lost all his martial arts skills due to a qi deviation.

Even so, the Ming Cult still had no intention of letting him go. Adhering to the principle of using him to the death as long as he wasn't killed, they threatened him with his life to make him a spy at the Mantuo Manor, where people were used as fertilizer...

But how could Wang Meng not know that?

Ming Cult?

I bother!

Pure Demonic Cult!

Wang Meng was uneasy about this outcome.

It was filled with a thousand and one unwillingnesses.

But life goes on.

Wang Meng looked at the short man in front of him, who was dragging him outside... This man was called Zhao Song, and like himself, he was a refugee who had been bought into the manor.

But as for whether they were spies of the Ming Cult...

Wang Meng had no idea.

It was still dark, and the faint outline of the moon could still be seen in the distance.

It will be no later than three or four in the morning.

Normally, he would be sleeping at this time, but now, as a flower slave, he has to fertilize the flowerbeds he is responsible for before dawn.

They walked through a long corridor, where lanterns cast a dim, yellowish light, projecting their distorted shadows onto the walls.

A bronze mirror placed against the wall came into view.

Only then did Wang Meng see the body he had transmigrated into: a burly, strong man with clearly defined muscles and firm skin that seemed to contain boundless power.

She wasn't exactly good-looking, but she wasn't ugly either; she was just rather plain-looking.

However, there was a hint of heroic spirit between his brows.

Wang Meng stared at himself in the mirror.

"Hmm, he's quite handsome!"

Zhao Song seemed to notice Wang Meng's unusual behavior, stopped, followed his gaze to the bronze mirror, and grinned, "Mengzi, don't look at me. I may not be handsome, but I'm strong enough to make a living in this manor." As he spoke, he tugged at Wang Meng's sleeve and urged, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't delay things, or you'll get a beating again."

Wang Meng reluctantly withdrew his gaze and continued walking with Zhao Song.

On the way, his thoughts were racing.

I'm wondering why my cheat system hasn't come yet, even though I'm already awake.

"My godfather, are you late?"

They had only taken a few steps when the faint sound of footsteps and low whispers broke the silence of the night from around the corner of the corridor ahead.

Wang Meng subconsciously looked up, but he only heard footsteps and hadn't seen a single figure yet. Zhao Song's expression changed, and he quickly pulled Wang Meng behind a pillar, pressing himself tightly against the cold wall. He still whispered and scolded, "Are you crazy? You dare to look up? Don't you want to die!"

Although Zhao Song moved swiftly, Wang Meng's gaze was like an arrow released from a bow, and in that instant, he still caught a breathtaking scene under the flickering candlelight.

At the end of the corridor, a figure was slowly walking towards them.

It was a woman, or rather, a milky-white halo flowing in the dim candlelight.

She was draped in nothing more than a thin, gossamer-thin white veil, which lightly wrapped around her graceful, undulating body.

Surrounded by several elegantly dressed maids, it felt as if they were walking on clouds rather than on solid ground.

In the dim light, the white veil could not completely conceal the scenery beneath.

Wang Meng's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the two astonishing mounds on her chest.

The fabric clung tightly to the high curves, outlining a breathtaking arc.

What made his blood boil even more was that there were two clearly visible, slightly spreading wet patches on the chest area of ​​the thin gauze, like two bright red plum blossoms quietly blooming on the snow.

Beneath the soaked gauze, two deep purple and crimson nipples were faintly visible, rising and falling slightly with her breath, exuding a unique, faint milky fragrance intertwined with the sweet and mesmerizing aroma of an adult.

This beauty seems to still be in the nurturing stage.

Her abundant breast milk even soaked through her thin clothes.

Her white veil trailed on the ground, only occasionally revealing her bare, jade-like feet with each sway.

Her ankles were slender and rounded, her skin was as smooth as snow, and her toes were as small and cute as freshly peeled lotus roots, each one with a faint pink hue.

As she lightly stepped onto the cool stone slabs, the contrast between the skin on her feet and the hard ground created an unusual allure, making one want to kiss her delicate arches and feel her pristine tenderness.

The maids followed obediently, their presence only serving to accentuate the languid yet noble air of the woman in the center.

However, just as the procession was about to pass their colonnades...

Wang Meng's heart was still pounding. The scent of milk and the fragrance of ripe fruit still seemed to linger at the tip of his nose, and the fleeting glimpse of snow-white and rosy skin was still haunting his mind.

However, just as the group was about to pass by the pillar where they were hiding, the procession suddenly and abruptly stopped without warning.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, a voice rang out.

The voice was clear and melodious like an icy spring, yet cold and sharp like frost, carrying an undeniable authority and a hint of almost indifferent cruelty. It drifted gently through the silent night, yet each word struck Wang Meng and Zhao Song's eardrums with crystal clarity: "Who is lurking here so suspiciously? Mei Ne Yong is in Lin Kong Mei didn't think about it..."

No need to ask any more questions, drag them out and give each of them twenty strokes of the cane.

If it accidentally dies halfway through, don't waste it. Just send it to the back garden to make fertilizer for the newly planted peonies; that would be quite nice.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

It was as if deciding the fate of two lives was as casual as crushing two ants on the roadside.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Song, who had just been on guard and tense, suddenly lost all color in his already pale face, turning ashen and deathly as a corpse.

His legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. His gaze toward the source of the voice was filled with extreme fear and despair. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Wang Meng's mind went blank for a moment. Before he could fully process this sudden change, or even fully understand the life-or-death implications of those words, his body's instincts had already made him feel extreme danger.

Before he could react, two graceful figures had already slipped past the pillars like ghosts. They were the two maids who had been flanking the woman in white.

Their movements were light and swift, their faces still showing the same respectful demeanor with lowered eyes, but their eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.

They each grabbed one of Wang Meng's and Zhao Song's arms.

"you……"

Wang Meng instinctively tried to struggle, but to his horror, the maid who grabbed his arm, whose hands seemed soft and boneless, now held his arm firmly like an iron clamp.

No matter how hard Wang Meng tried, that hand remained motionless. A soft yet incredibly powerful force emanated from beneath that delicate skin, easily dissolving all his strength and even making him feel as if his bones were groaning under the unbearable weight.

Wang Meng was greatly alarmed. These two seemingly weak maids actually possessed such unfathomable martial arts skills!

He looked again at the woman in white gauze, who was still surrounded by maids in the center, with only a section of her snow-white wrist and delicate jawline showing. His previous romantic reverie had been replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

Beneath the thin veil, her curves remained, and the faint traces of her breasts were still there. But now, in his eyes, they were no longer a breathtakingly beautiful sight, but a bewitching flower blooming on a poisonous swamp.