Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

The night in Kyoto is like a dreamy illusion.

The dazzling neon lights embellish the entire area, making it appear like a beautiful tapestry.

Inside the Lamborghini driving on the bustling road.

Chen Ruolong places both hands on the steering wheel, focused entirely on the windshield, keeping the speed between forty and fifty, as stable as an old dog, fearing any slight mistake.

He occasionally glances at Xia Shiqing, sitting in the backseat, through the rearview mirror, and even now, it feels incredibly unreal to him.

If possible, he really wants a global broadcast, wanting even a street dog to know the Empress Consort is sitting in his car!

While he is wildly lamenting internally, Sun Zhe, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly speaks: "How much longer to the underground fighting arena?"

"Uh..."

Chen Ruolong snaps back to reality, saying, "About half an hour, I suppose. But as you know, boss, Kyoto is really congested, especially during this evening rush hour; the congestion is as bad as my second uncle’s constipation, so counting roughly, it will take about an hour to get there."

Sun Zhe is somewhat speechless, momentarily wishing he could leap out the car window and soar freely.

At this moment, Xia Shiqing in the backseat elegantly crosses her long and beautiful legs encased in tight jeans, asking, "Little Sun, why do you want to go to a place like the underground fighting arena?"

Sun Zhe touches his nose and explains, "I heard about the underground fighting arena before from others and got a bit curious, wanting to spar with different people to improve myself."

Thinking of his blindness now, Xia Shiqing worries, "Why not forget about it then? I’ll accompany you to spar in the future. In places like this, martial artists don’t hold back, it’s too dangerous."

Sun Zhe shakes his head gently, "Don’t worry, I have confidence."

Xia Shiqing shakes her head helplessly, asking, "Then, what realm are you at now?"

In fact, from the first moment she met Sun Zhe, she had been observing him, but even she couldn’t discern the exact level of Sun Zhe’s realm.

This is because Little Dragon Girl has always used her aura to conceal Sun Zhe’s aura, so Xia Shiqing couldn’t see through. Little Dragon Girl is very afraid that a peerless prodigy like Sun Zhe will be targeted.

Sun Zhe naturally also knows that being too high-profile in a place like Kyoto isn’t a good thing, moreover, he hasn’t completely let down his guard against Xia Shiqing, so he says, "Late Stage of Golden Core Realm, almost at Great Perfection."

"Oh my goodness!"

Chen Ruolong exclaims in surprise, praising, "As expected of the boss!"

Xia Shiqing nods in satisfaction, "Late Stage of Golden Core Realm in your twenties, already quite remarkable."

"..."

About an hour later.

Chen Ruolong drives to the outskirts of Kyoto, entering a country road, eventually reaching a seemingly ordinary farm.

After entering the farm, taking several left and right turns, finally finding a big rusty iron gate.

The two guards in front of the gate stand like two statues there, upon seeing Sun Zhe and the others arriving, one guard hurriedly approaches to block them.

Just as Chen Ruolong is about to speak, Xia Shiqing casually takes out a token.

The stern guard catches the token, upon seeing it, his eyes widen, expression changes drastically, quickly bows in salute, then promptly opens the iron gate.

Chen Ruolong says to Sun Zhe, "Boss, actually around Kyoto there are underground fighting arena entrances, but this one is closest to us, so I brought you here."

He continues, "Normally, when you first come here, the guards will inspect you, if you’re a Martial Artist, regardless of the realm, you’ll be allowed to enter, but you must sign a confidentiality agreement."

Sun Zhe asks, "What about the second general case?"

Upon hearing, Chen Ruolong looks at Xia Shiqing, "The Empress is the second general case. With this token, she can bring people in and out anytime."

"..."

Inside the iron gate is a downhill path, as the three reach the end of the path entering the enormous underground space, Sun Zhe, at a glance, feels like he’s opened the door to a new world.

In sight, streets and skyscrapers are plentiful, full of bustling people.

This is like an underground city!

But as Sun Zhe is "blind" now, he acts very calmly, not letting Xia Shiqing notice anything unusual.

Chen Ruolong laughs, "How about it, boss, pretty decent here, right? To tell the truth, our Chen Family martial arts hall has opened a branch here."

"Here is divided into two main districts; the trading district and the Martial Arts District."

"In the trading district, almost anything can be traded, including people. But the trading district prohibits martial engagements, if you fight here, you violate Hua Country’s martial law and will be caught by Changwu Pavilion."

Sun Zhe nods, "I know this, heard about it."

Chen Ruolong continues, "Also, I need to tell you, in the underground fighting arena, while money is useful, the real hard currency is Lingjing currency."

Sun Zhe frowns slightly, "What’s Lingjing currency?"

Xia Shiqing says, "One Lingjing currency equals ten million Hua Country currency."

As she speaks, she takes out a translucent pale blue coin, handing it to Sun Zhe.

Chen Ruolong watches and suddenly looks on with envy.

The entire Chen Family wouldn’t be able to produce several Lingjing currencies.

But with Xia Shiqing’s status and position, casually taking out Lingjing currency is nothing surprising.

Sun Zhe, pretending to be blind, plays with and examines the Lingjing currency, says, "Feels heavy, quite substantial."

Xia Shiqing says, "Like it? It’s yours."

Sun Zhe tosses the Lingjing currency back to her, "No need, I’ll earn it myself in the future."

Xia Shiqing gladly replies, "Have guts. In the future, I’ll just hold onto your coat tails."

At this time, Chen Ruolong continues, "As for the Martial Arts District, this is divided into several sub-districts, each representing different realms. In the Martial Arts District, as long as you register and sign a life-and-death waiver, you can fight on the arena any way you want."

"Our Chen Family martial arts hall, when competing with other halls, will choose to rent a venue here to host."

"But to truly enter the underground fighting arena, boss, you still need to register for a Martial Artist identity card and choose a martial name."

"..."

During the conversation, Chen Ruolong has brought Sun Zhe before a large door.

Various service desks are on both sides of the door.

Chen Ruolong says, "Boss, go to that registration window, say you want to register for a Martial Artist identity card, then provide your original ID, and pay fifty thousand for the registration fee."

Sun Zhe remarks in surprise, "Registering for a card has a fifty thousand registration fee?"

Chen Ruolong laughs, "No other choice, this is Changwu Pavilion’s regulation."

Sun Zhe complains, "Changwu Pavilion is really freaking dark."

The moment his words fall, he feels a pain in his waist, as it’s Xia Shiqing pinching him.

Sun Zhe grumbles, "Why pinch me?"

Xia Shiqing snorts, "I am from Changwu Pavilion, you have a problem?"

Sun Zhe quickly shuts up, turns, and heads to the service window.

About ten minutes later, he returns with a red card.

Chen Ruolong eagerly asks, "Boss, what martial name did you give yourself?"

Sun Zhe doesn’t speak, handing his Martial Artist identity card to him.

Chen Ruolong takes a look, can’t help but laugh, "Blind Monk? Oh my...this martial name is something!"

But Xia Shiqing beside them doesn’t laugh at all, looking at Sun Zhe’s sunglasses, her heart filled only with guilt.

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