The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Three long and two short means "There's a situation, we need to respond".

Two long and three short lines indicate "identity confirmed, location reported".

More complex combinations can convey more specific information, such as the number of enemies, their location, and retreat routes.

This code is extremely well-concealed, and it is very difficult for outsiders to decipher unless they are core disciples of the Ming Cult.

At that moment, a "chirp...chirp chirp...chirp..." could be heard from outside.

Could it be... someone from the Ming Cult?

This thought was like a beacon in the darkness, instantly reigniting Wang Meng's will to survive, which had been on the verge of being extinguished!

He didn't know why members of the Ming Cult were here, nor how they had found him.

But at this moment, this is undoubtedly his last straw!

He used the last of his strength to try to respond.

He opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry from blood loss and poisoning that he couldn't make a sound.

No! We must respond!

A resolute glint flashed in Wang Meng's eyes. He suddenly lowered his head and bit his tongue hard with his teeth!

A piercing pain, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, exploded in his mouth instantly!

This intense stimulation, like a stimulant, revitalized his previously scattered consciousness!

He endured the excruciating pain, mustered his remaining inner strength, and mimicked the call of the "Three-Pearl Bird" from his memory, letting out a weak but rhythmic chirp from deep within his throat: "Chirp...chirp...chirp..."

Two short, one long, then two short again—this means "SOS, come quickly!"

After doing all this, Wang Meng could no longer hold on. His vision went completely black, and his body slumped forward, losing consciousness completely.

In his final moments before falling into a coma, he seemed to hear the sound of a door latch being gently turned, and a woman's voice softly calling, "Meng'er?"

I don’t know how long it took.

Wang Meng's eyelashes trembled, and his consciousness, as if struggling to rise from the deep sea, gradually returned to the surface.

He tried to move, but found his whole body weak and sore, especially his left shoulder and chest, where a dull ache still lingered. However, the chilling, numbing sensation from the spreading toxins had largely dissipated. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

"I...am not dead?"

He whispered hoarsely, his voice carrying the confusion of someone just waking up.

Memories flooded back—the conflict with Huang Rong at the hot springs, being ambushed by Zhao Song, and the coded distress signal he sent as he lay dying…

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar room furnishings. However, Zhao Song's body, which should have been on the floor, was nowhere to be seen. Only a few pools of light red blood that had not been completely cleaned up, as well as some scattered medicine bottles and hidden weapons, remained.

He himself was placed on the bed, covered with a few rough changes of clothes, which were the ones he had placed in the box next to him.

"whispering sound!"

A soft hum, tinged with a hint of laziness and dissatisfaction, came from beside him.

Wang Meng turned his head with difficulty, and with just one glance, his breath caught in his throat, and his mind was shaken.

Beside the bed sat a stunningly beautiful mixed-race woman.

She possesses a dazzling exotic charm.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her long, light golden hair, like the most beautiful silk, was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few playful strands falling across her smooth forehead.

Her features were deep and delicate, with a high nose bridge and slightly upturned red lips. Especially her eyes, which were a rare, clear blue like the purest sky, were looking at him with a hint of scrutiny and impatience.

The woman's appearance was almost otherworldly; every smile and frown exuded a deadly allure, as if she could steal one's soul.

Wang Meng was stunned for a moment, then recognized the woman's identity.

This person is none other than Dai Qisi, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, known as the "Purple-Robed Dragon King"!

A stunningly beautiful woman whose bloodline is mixed with that of the Persian royal family!

Wang Meng was the Ming Cult's superior.

The flag lord of the Ruijin Banner!

At this moment, Dai Qisi seemed to be in a somewhat strange state.

She was supposed to be wearing the purple dress that symbolized her status, but now, that purple dress was casually tossed on a table not far away.

She wore only a snow-white silk undergarment, which outlined her exquisite and alluring curves that were sure to make anyone's blood boil.

What's even more striking is that a thin, visible purple mist surrounds her, like a flowing veil, enveloping her.

Her long, light golden hair, under the purple aura, also took on a dreamy, light purple luster.

Her slender, jade-like feet were now pressed against Wang Meng's lower abdomen, specifically his dantian.

These feet are small and delicate, with skin as smooth as cream. The arch of the foot is so beautiful that it makes one's heart flutter. The toes are round and cute, and the nails painted with red nail polish are like red agates adorning beautiful jade.

A stream of pure, slightly chilly internal energy was continuously flowing from her soft soles into Wang Meng's body, circulating through his meridians and dispelling the remaining toxins.

"woke up?

"She's really tough."

Dai Qisi parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a magnetic quality with a hint of exotic accent, yet exuding an undeniable authority and a touch of weariness: "If I hadn't arrived in time and used the 'Azure Dragon Soaring Technique' to suppress the poison for you, you would probably be a cold corpse by now."

Wang Meng then realized that it was Dai Qisi who had saved him!

The reason she looked like this was because she was using her "Azure Dragon Swimming Skill" to heal him and detoxify him!

The Azure Dragon Skill possesses extremely yin and cold internal energy attributes, making it exceptionally domineering.

Those who practice this technique will naturally emit a purple mist around their body when they activate their internal energy, and even their hair color will be affected.

This technique is remarkably effective in healing injuries and detoxifying, but its chilling energy can easily backfire on both the practitioner and the recipient.

To prevent the domineering cold air from further damaging Wang Meng's already severely injured body, Dai Qisi actually chose to take off her outer garment and directly transfer her power through skin-to-skin contact. Moreover, she used the most sensitive soles of her feet to control the output of her internal energy in order to achieve the most exquisite control.

Looking at Dai Qisi's stunningly beautiful face, feeling the warm, fragrant sensation emanating from her lower abdomen, and the pure internal energy that, though icy cold, nourished his body, Wang Meng was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

He knew that Dai Qisi held a prestigious position in the Ming Cult and was known for her cold and aloof demeanor. She had countless suitors but had never shown any interest in any man.

Today, she has actually condescended to do so much, even going so far as to touch him intimately to heal his wounds. This kindness is truly immense.

However, Wang Meng also knew that Dai Qisi was by no means a kind-hearted person.

Within the sect, she was known as the "Crocodile Beauty" because, like a crocodile lurking in the water, she used her unparalleled beauty as bait to lure her prey closer, and then delivered a fatal blow the moment the prey lowered its guard.

Her beauty is both her weapon and her mask.

When she offered him help at this moment, Wang Meng did not naively believe it was merely out of camaraderie among fellow disciples.

"Thank you so much, Dragon King, for saving my life."

Wang Meng struggled to get up to express his gratitude, but Dai Qisi gently tapped his lower abdomen with her toe, stopping him from moving.

"Don't move."

Dai Qisi said calmly, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in her azure eyes, "The toxins in your body have not been completely cleared. Recklessly activating your true energy will only accelerate the onset of the poison."

"Lie still and wait for me to finish my practice."

Her soles remained pressed against Wang Meng's lower abdomen. The soft, delicate touch, along with the faint fragrance emanating from her body, mixed with the unique orchid and musk aura of her inner strength, continuously stimulated Wang Meng's senses, causing his already weak body to involuntarily produce some unspeakable reactions.

Wang Meng felt his mouth go dry, and the warm, soft touch on his lower abdomen felt like a branding iron, making his blood seem to be on fire.

He could clearly feel certain parts of his body awakening uncontrollably, which made him feel extremely embarrassed and ashamed, especially in front of the Purple-Robed Dragon King, who was known for his cold and aloof demeanor.

He forced himself to look away, not daring to look at Dai Qisi's stunning face and her alluring body so close to his, for fear that his loss of composure would anger this capricious witch.

However, the strange fragrance emanating from her, a blend of orchid and musk, was like an invisible thread, constantly stimulating his senses and making him restless. Dai Qisi seemed to sense Wang Meng's unusual behavior; her azure eyes narrowed slightly, a knowing glint of mockery in them.

Her jade-like foot, which was pressed against Wang Meng's lower abdomen, rubbed against him lightly, intentionally or unintentionally. "Mmm..."

Wang Meng let out a muffled groan, feeling an electric current surge through his body from the point where his feet touched, almost making him jump up.

"It seems that my 'Azure Dragon Swimming Technique' is quite effective."

Dai Qisi's voice carried a hint of sarcasm, and the corners of her mouth curled into a half-smile, "Not only did it clear your poison, it also stimulated the vitality of your body."

"What? Do you perhaps find my method of healing to have a unique flavor?"

"Dragon King... Dragon King is joking."

Wang Meng's voice was a little hoarse. He swallowed hard and said, "This subordinate...this subordinate just...just didn't expect the Dragon King to personally heal this subordinate. I am extremely grateful."

Dai Qisi gave a soft snort, seemingly not believing his explanation.

Her pale purple hair swayed gently with her subtle movements.

"Stop having those inappropriate thoughts."

Dai Qisi's tone regained some of its coldness, "I saved you for two reasons, firstly because you are my disciple, and secondly..."

She paused, a strange light flashing in her azure eyes, and gave Wang Meng a deep look: "It was my order for you to come to Mantuo Manor to lie low. If you die, I will feel very embarrassed."

"Your Majesty's kindness is beyond measure..."

"okay!"

Dai Qisi interrupted him, her tone tinged with impatience: "We'll talk about your matter after I've completely cleared away the remaining poison for you."

Now, concentrate your mind and focus your energy, coordinating with this exercise.

After saying that, she closed her eyes slightly, and the pale purple mist around her suddenly became thicker, flowing like a tangible veil.

A purer and colder internal force flowed continuously from the soles of her feet into Wang Meng's dantian.

Wang Meng felt a cold current rapidly coursing through his body. Wherever it passed, the meridians that were originally blocked by toxins and injuries seemed to be forcibly cleared by an invisible force. Although it was still accompanied by a slight stinging pain, it brought more of an indescribable sense of comfort.

He dared not delay, and quickly composed himself, following Dai Qisi's instructions, silently circulating the "Mingzun Sacred Fire Technique" to guide the cold internal energy through his body.

Time passed little by little, and the light outside the window grew brighter and brighter.

Wang Meng could feel the toxins in his body being forced out little by little, and the injuries to his shoulder blades and chest were healing at an incredible speed under the nourishment of that magical internal force.

And this strange and ambiguous posture between him and Daisy remained unchanged.

The soft, warm jade feet pressed tightly against his lower abdomen, and with each slight breath, he could feel their amazing elasticity and delicate skin texture.

Dai Qisi seemed to sense the uncontrollable restlessness deep within Wang Meng's body, or perhaps, this was a reaction she had expected.

Her jade-like foot, which had been steadily transmitting the icy and pure internal energy of the "Azure Dragon Swimming Technique" to his lower abdomen, suddenly moved slightly.