The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The two bright red buds at the top, like two ripe cherries, are small and delicate, standing up slightly because of the cool air, making them look exceptional.

Yin Susu was completely mesmerized.

She herself was a woman, and a beauty who was extremely confident in her looks and figure, but when she saw Zhou Zhiruo's breasts, she couldn't help but feel a bit amazed and jealous.

It is a natural, unadorned beauty, so pure that one would want to defile it.

Her hand, uncontrollably, reached out and covered it.

Warm, soft, and elastic. That was her only feeling.

Her palm perfectly fit the rounded curve, her fingertips gently caressing the fully erect bud.

She could feel the delicate, slightly rough texture on her fingertips, like caressing the finest silk.

While unconscious, Zhou Zhiruo's brows seemed to furrow slightly, she let out a barely audible nasal sound, and her body subconsciously twisted slightly.

This unconscious reaction further stimulated Yin Susu's sadistic desires.

Her movements became bolder, and her other hand slid down the girl's flat stomach.

The skin there is even more delicate and smooth, like the finest silk.

Her hand traced the slightly concave navel, then continued downwards, finally stopping at that last forbidden area.

As the last piece of underwear was removed, Zhou Zhiruo's most intimate secrets were revealed without reservation.

It was a pristine valley, untouched by anyone, so beautiful that Yin Susu's breath caught in her throat.

This scene of budding flowers stirred even her heart, which was used to weathering storms, giving rise to an impulse to paint this pure white canvas with a different color.

She gently parted the petals with her fingertips, and the sight deep within them sent shivers down her spine.

The most delicate buds shimmer like rubies, behind which lies a barrier symbolizing purity, one that has never been crossed.

A subtle yet alluring fragrance wafted into her nostrils, like a primal incantation, instantly igniting a flame deep within her blood.

As if guided by some unseen force, her fingertips lingered and traced the sleeping bud, as if awakening a silent, forbidden tremor.

Zhou Zhiruo trembled unconsciously, as if trying to preserve her last bit of purity.

This instinctive reaction, however, aroused Yin Susu's even deeper desire to explore.

When her fingertips touched that first wisp of warmth and the fragile barrier behind it, a primal urge to tear it apart and possess it almost overwhelmed her reason.

But reason ultimately prevailed over desire.

She didn't come here to have fun.

Her goal was to save people and complete the mission of the Eagle Cult.

Yin Susu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the erotic thoughts in her heart and the heat in her body. Reluctantly, she removed her hand from Zhou Zhiruo's perfect body, taking one last greedy look at the snow-white body lying before her, a body that made her blood boil.

Then, she began to take off her clothes.

She shed the rough, sweaty, and fishy sailor uniform, revealing her own body.

Unlike Zhou Zhiruo's delicate and innocent nature, Yin Susu's body was full of mature charm.

Her skin was a healthy tan, and her muscles were well-defined and strong, exuding explosive power.

Her legs were long and straight, her waist slender yet pert, forming a breathtaking arc.

Her breasts were much larger than Zhou Zhiruo's, like two ripe buds, the tips of which were a deep brownish-pink, full of wild allure.

Below her lower abdomen, in that mysterious triangle area, the hair was thicker and more abundant than Zhou Zhiruo's, exuding a mature and undisguised aura of desire.

She quickly put all of Zhou Zhiruo's clothes on herself, from the inside out.

The girl's clothes were a bit tight on her, especially around the chest. The pink bodice could barely contain her ample breasts, making them appear even more prominent and shapely.

The lingering fragrance of Zhou Zhiruo on the clothes wafted into her nostrils, making her feel as if she had become one with that delicate body.

After dressing properly, she took out a small oilcloth bag from her bosom.

Inside, there were various bottles and jars, as well as some strange tools—thin sheets of human skin masks, special glue, shaping wax, and powders of various colors.

She set up a small bronze mirror and, using its dim light, began to meticulously disguise herself.

Her movements were skillful and professional, like a top-notch painter creating a masterpiece.

She first used soft wax to subtly adjust the lines of her cheekbones and jawline, making her face shape look softer and closer to Zhou Zhiruo's oval face.

Then, she used a special potion to change her skin color, turning her healthy wheat complexion into a sickly, sun-deprived pale.

The most crucial thing is the eyes.

Her eyes were too sharp and aggressive, while Zhou Zhiruo was the gentle and delicate type.

She practiced repeatedly in front of the mirror, adjusting her gaze to make herself look more timid and submissive.

She even used a special ointment to make her pupils look bigger and more watery, making her appear pitiful.

The whole process lasted for nearly 15 minutes.

When she looked up again, the person reflected in the mirror was a beautiful young woman who bore a striking resemblance to Zhou Zhiruo.

Although there are slight differences in temperament, as long as they are not scrutinized closely by top experts like Fang Yanqing, they are enough to deceive the eyes of most people on the ship.

She looked in the mirror, mimicking Zhou Zhiruo's slightly shy and endearing smile, making sure everything was perfect.

Finally, she glanced at Zhou Zhiruo, who was still unconscious and lying naked in the pile of canvas.

A cold thought flashed through her mind: she should have killed the girl to prevent future troubles.

But for some reason, looking at that pure and innocent sleeping face and that perfect body that she had "played with," she felt a pang of reluctance.

"You are lucky."

She whispered something, then pulled over a huge old canvas and completely covered Zhou Zhiruo's body.

After doing all this, she picked up the food box containing the exquisite pastries from the ground, took a deep breath, and completely immersed herself in the role of "Zhou Zhiruo".

She opened the door to the storage room, cautiously peeked out, and made sure no one was outside.

Then, with small, delicate steps and a frail, boneless posture, she carried the food box onto the deck.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, and she squinted instinctively.

She quickly adjusted herself, feigning weakness and discomfort from the bright light.

On the deck, Beggar Clan members and boatmen came and went. Some of them smiled kindly when they saw her, while others just glanced at her briefly.

Yin Susu lowered her head, mimicking Zhou Zhiruo's usual manner, shyly avoiding all gazes, and quickly walked towards the stairs leading to the top floor of the ship.

Her heart was racing, and her palms were slightly sweaty.

She knew that she was about to face the most dangerous person on the entire ship.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Finally, she arrived at the stairwell.

The wooden staircase leading to the top-floor cabin now seemed to her like the entrance to hell.

She could feel a faint, cold yet powerful aura coming from upstairs, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

That's the aura of "Extinction Master" Fang Yanqing.

Yin Susu gently bit her lower lip, a gesture she imitated from Zhou Zhiruo when she was nervous.

She steadied the food box, lifted her foot, and stepped onto the first step.

The wooden staircase creaked softly.

Chapter 65: Heavenly Eagle Saintess, is that all?

The wooden staircase leading to the top deck.

A soft creaking sound came from beneath Yin Susu's feet.

The sound wouldn't have been anything special on the empty deck.

But at this moment, it was as if a thunderbolt struck straight into the depths of her mind.

The hairs on her body stood on end in that instant.

Because at the entrance to the deck, a moon-white figure stood quietly.

Fang Yanqing stood there, her hand on the long sword at her waist, which was as smooth as autumn water. She did not move, but she seemed to be the axis of the entire ship. An invisible, cold and piercing aura had enveloped the area within several feet around her.

The river breeze ruffled her jet-black hair and white Taoist robe, but it couldn't dispel the coldness and aloofness between her brows, as if they were made of ancient ice.

Yin Susu felt like prey being watched by a lurking female leopard, a chilling aura emanating from her skin to her bones.

Yin Susu's mind raced, and she forcefully suppressed the instinctive urge to turn around and run away.

She knew that if she took a step back now, she would be plunged into an abyss.

She lowered her head, burying her feigned pitiful face even lower. Her hand holding the food box trembled slightly as she took small, quick steps to move a few feet in front of Fang Yanqing. In a timid voice tinged with genuine fear, she said, "Master...Master, this disciple...this disciple has brought dinner to that young lady."

Fang Yanqing did not open her eyes, but her long, feather-like eyelashes twitched slightly.

"Your footsteps are heavier."

She uttered five words in a calm, even voice, yet they were more chilling than any harsh rebuke.

Yin Susu's heart sank. She had considered everything, including appearance, voice, and demeanor, but she had overlooked the footwork that had been ingrained in her bones since childhood from practicing lightness skills!

The Emei School's lightness skill is characterized by its agility and elusiveness, landing silently.

Her Eagle Sect's kung fu, however, was more unpredictable and ruthless, with a completely different method of exerting power and circulating energy.

Even if she had tried to imitate it, how could she possibly fool such a top expert?

Cold sweat instantly soaked through the Taoist robe she wore as Zhou Zhiruo.

"Reporting to...reporting to Master..."

Yin Susu's mind raced, her voice trembling with tears, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. She looked terrified by her master's stern questioning. "It's...it's my fault...I've been careless...I've sprained my ankle...It still hurts a little...I'm unsteady on my feet and have disturbed Master's meditation. Please punish me!"

She decided to steel herself, admit the flaw, and fabricate a plausible reason.

This explanation not only accounted for the heavy footsteps but also made her current panic seem plausible.

Fang Yanqing still did not open her eyes. The light and shadow at the entrance of the cabin fell on her beautiful face, half in light and half in shadow, making her seem even more unfathomable.