The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She greedily and instinctively drank deeply of this strange gift from the deepest part of the man's body.

Only when her body was filled with strength again did she slowly raise her head. The purplish discoloration on her face had faded, replaced by a complex flush that mixed shame, confusion, and... a hint of newfound satisfaction.

Her gaze fell on the two women not far away who were still unconscious and had only managed to stay afloat because she instinctively grabbed their hair.

Of course she knew what she had to do.

Without any hesitation, Huang Rong, now recovered, moved with a firm yet mechanical precision.

She grabbed Wang Yuyan and the mysterious woman's wet, cold hair with each hand, and in the rushing water, she forcibly pulled their bloodless, cold faces toward the only source of life.

She didn't aim their mouths at the most surging peak, because she knew that she simply pressed their cool lips, one from the left and one from the right, tightly and seamlessly, onto the hot, hard skin.

As it turned out, Huang Rong's judgment was correct.

Every inch of this flesh and blood is permeating with the energy of life.

When their lips touched that hot, slightly trembling skin, an instinctive will to survive was immediately awakened deep within their unconscious bodies.

Their lips, subconsciously, like newborn babies seeking breast milk, began to suckle weakly, yet with unwavering determination.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Wang Yuyan's reaction was the most direct.

The moment a pure, warm stream of "air" was inhaled into her lungs, it immediately expelled the lake water that remained in her lungs!

She coughed violently, her body arched suddenly, and a large amount of murky water gushed from her mouth and nose.

Immediately afterwards, her long, tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently, and then slowly, in a daze, she opened them a crack.

Before she could see anything clearly, she only felt her lips pressed tightly against something incredibly hard, incredibly hot, and still slightly pulsating... a living thing.

Warm currents flowed into her body through her sucking, dispelling the chill of death.

Her reason was still a mess, but her body's instincts prevented her from letting go of this only thing that allowed her to breathe.

The other woman's reaction was quite different.

Her body remained in a deep coma, her eyes tightly closed, showing no signs of waking up.

But her body, compared to Wang Yuyan's, had a thousand times, far more greedy, desire for that pure oxygen!

The moment she inhaled the first wisp of pure "air," her beautiful, bloodless face twitched violently!

Then, her lips parted sharply, and with a wild, unrestrained ferocity, she bit down hard!

"Well!"

A painful groan finally escaped from Wang Meng's throat, who had been silently acting as the "source of life"!

Huang Rong looked on in horror and saw that the woman's teeth, like two rows of the sharpest razors, were deeply and mercilessly embedded in the flesh on Wang Meng's side!

She was like a big fish with a hook stuck in its throat, on the verge of drowning, instinctively and with all her might, biting the fishing line that pierced her but also connected her to the air above the water!

Fortunately, she didn't chew; she just bit down hard, using this most primitive and savage method to carve out a wound for herself on Wang Meng's flesh, a wound that could absorb more and purer air...

The excruciating pain from that beastly, merciless biting was like a thunderbolt, striking Wang Meng's sea of ​​consciousness, which was about to be swallowed by weakness and darkness!

"Ugh!"

Another suppressed, painful groan escaped from deep within his throat.

This sharp stimulation, instead of making him faint, acted like a powerful stimulant, forcibly re-coagulating his scattered consciousness.

His eyelids snapped open in the pitch-black water, only to be met with an endless, oppressive darkness.

The entire Langhuan Jade Cave had fallen into complete silence.

The deafening roar of the collapsing mountains and the raging torrents have all vanished. Only deathly silence remains.

An absolute stillness, enveloped by heavy water pressure, as if even time itself had frozen.

They have been completely submerged at the bottom of Taihu Lake.

Sight was taken away, and hearing was also clouded by the endless water pressure.

At this moment, the only thing Wang Meng could perceive was that incredibly clear and incredibly real... physical touch.

Coldness is the dominant color of this world.

The lake water, like countless cold steel needles, pierced every inch of his body, greedily sucking away his last bit of warmth.

However, within this coldness, three distinctly different, warm, soft, and vibrant sources of heat were tightly entwined with him in an extremely intimate, even seamless, manner.

He could feel Huang Rong's petite body; her heartbeat was rapid and powerful, carrying a trace of lingering panic, yet also revealing a tenacious and unyielding resilience.

He could feel Wang Yuyan's soft cheeks and lips pressed against his left side.

Her body floated helplessly, only managing to stay afloat thanks to Huang Rong's hand.

Her heartbeat was like that of a frightened fawn, fast and erratic, appearing weak and confused.

She was just sucking instinctively, like a baby seeking comfort.

Finally, there was that same constant, sharp pain coming from Wang Meng's right side. The woman's tooth was still firmly embedded in his flesh.

Her cheek pressed against his, her skin icy cold, but her heartbeat was entirely different. It was a slow, heavy throbbing, pulsating with a predatory power, one beat after another, like a slumbering prehistoric beast, radiating a chilling pressure even in her unconscious state.

Everyone survived.

Four hearts, centered around Wang Meng, form a fragile yet eerie symbiotic cycle in this dark, deadly water.

But this... is only a temporary safety measure.

Wang Meng knew better than anyone that this cycle was entirely built on his own burning passion.

All the oxygen, those bubbles that kept gushing from his skin and sustaining the lives of four people, were forcibly "filtered" and "created" from the cold, lifeless lake water by him, relying on his remaining strength, through the ability of "Heal at Will," and then through "True Qi Infusion."

This process, in essence, doesn't consume a huge amount of physical energy. (The remaining text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the preceding sentence.)

Before he was drained, in his peak state of vigor and thirteen kidneys roaring, he could easily have sustained four people, or even forty people, for a day and a night, or even two days and two nights.

After all, his dantian, which had been repeatedly nourished by royal jelly and had expanded several times over, was as vast as a real ocean.

But now... his vast ocean has long since dried up, turning into a cracked saline-alkali land.

Every time he "produces" oxygen now, he is not using his "true energy," but rather squeezing and burning his most primal physical and mental strength.

He could feel his mind growing increasingly foggy, his thoughts like rusty gears, each turn incredibly difficult.

Just as Wang Meng's consciousness was about to be completely dragged into the abyss by the viscous darkness, and even the work of maintaining the oxygen supply began to become intermittent.

A voice, without warning, rang out.

It was a muffled sound that wasn't transmitted through water.

It was more like an invisible, warm, pervasive vibration that traveled through his bones and gently, clearly, vibrated on his eardrums.

What year is it tonight?

The voice, every word, carried a strange, magnetic force that forcibly pulled and condensed Wang Meng's dissipating mental energy, preventing it from dissipating.

It was barely possible to make out that it was a woman's voice.

It also has an indescribable, mellow quality, like a fine aged wine.

It's as if every sound wave has been repeatedly polished and refined in the long river of time, washing away all its harshness and sharp edges.

There was no urgent questioning in that voice, only a pure, bewildered feeling of someone just awakening.

Huang Rong was concentrating on maintaining the balance of the four people when this sudden voice, which resounded directly in her mind, struck her nerves, which were already stretched to their limit, like an invisible hammer!

"Pfft...!" The warm "air" she had managed to inhale with such difficulty was exhaled uncontrollably in her horror, turning into a string of useless bubbles and dissipating into the darkness!

The pain of suffocation swept over me more violently than ever before!

Huang Rong's mind went blank for a moment, and the instinct for survival overwhelmed everything!

Without thinking, or even considering the source of the sound, she grabbed onto the only piece of driftwood like a drowning person, lowered her head again, and with an almost biting motion, frantically and desperately sucked on the source of life, fiercely and vigorously!

Almost simultaneously, Wang Meng, who was trembling slightly from the touch, felt that the biting force that had been embedded in his right side and causing him unbearable pain had quietly loosened a little in that instant.

The two rows of sharp teeth were still embedded in his flesh, but the desperate, ruthless force that had tried to bite him off was gone.

The pain changed from a sharp, tearing agony to a tolerable, dull, tingling numbness.

His confused consciousness cleared up for a moment.

It wasn't Huang Rong, nor Wang Yuyan; her sucking was always so gentle and instinctive.

Then… Wang Meng’s heart skipped a beat.

is her!

That mysterious woman who had just fallen into a coma, but was now biting him tightly with her teeth...

It's her speaking!

As if confirming Wang Meng's guess, and as if a long moment had passed, that ethereal and magnetic voice rang in his ears once again.

This time, the texture of the sound underwent an extremely subtle yet breathtaking change.

If the previous sounds were like the still, deep currents of an ancient pool, carrying an detached indifference untouched by worldly affairs.

At this moment, it was as if a red-hot pebble had been thrown into this still pool, stirring up ripples that were hot, shy, and hesitant.

The magnetism remained, the richness remained, but beneath it all, there was a touch of feathery trembling, a husky, tingling warmth that seemed to rise from the steam.

"I... will transfer some of my internal energy... to you."

The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Meng felt the cold, clenched teeth that had been gripping him finally loosen completely.

Those two rows of sharp teeth, cautiously and with a hint of barely perceptible apology, slowly retreated from his flesh.

However, that soft and warm place did not leave. In its place came an even softer, more, and more... soul-stirring touch.

A nimble, warm tongue, seemingly carrying a faint electric current, gently and tentatively licked the two rows of deep teeth marks, still oozing blood and energy.

That wasn't soothing; it was more like...tasting.

A careful tasting, imbued with curiosity and a touch of lingering aftertaste, after confirming that the food is non-toxic.

Then, her lips enveloped mine again. This time, there was no biting or plundering.

It is a gentle, intimate, yet irresistible force... encompassing.

Then, a scorching, pure, warm current, like liquid gold, flowed slowly yet domineeringly upwards from her mouth, through the wound she had just created, and poured into his body!