Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Liu Bingyue’s face looked somewhat troubled, as if she was unwilling to mention this matter.

Sun Zhe’s gaze deepened slightly, "Still unwilling to speak?"

Liu Bingyue looked up at the distant night sky and smiled faintly, "Just those so-called heretical outsiders in the eyes of the righteous."

"In this era of depleted Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, cultivators are trying every means to improve themselves, sparing no effort, just for that slight chance, like the Huang Tianjing you encountered before."

"Some occupy the Spirit Realm for cultivation, some rely on Spirit Medicine for alchemy, and some resort to Dual Cultivation."

Sun Zhe stared at her and said, "Then what about those people we encountered tonight, what method do they use?"

Liu Bingyue thought for a moment and said, "They cultivate the Blood Demon Technique, relying on absorbing people’s Blood Essence Qi to enhance themselves, so they are called the Demon Path, and are not tolerated by the world."

Sun Zhe said, "You are one of them."

Liu Bingyue didn’t deny it, and said slowly, "Actually, I haven’t been with the Demon Path for long, so I don’t know much about it."

"I’ll only tell you what I know... You can think of the Demon Path as a sect, with countless branches, hidden all over the world."

"And every member of the Demon Path is deeply hidden. Perhaps as you walk down the street, the passersby who brush past you, the aunties in the vegetable market, the successful people in suits, the doctors in white coats, or even the deliverymen, could be members of the Demon Path."

"These are all peripheral members of the Demon Path. They don’t know each other, nor do they communicate, and sometimes even if they meet face to face, they wouldn’t know that the other is a member like themselves."

Sun Zhe asked, "What about you?"

"I am also a peripheral member."

Sun Zhe asked again, "Then how did you join the Demon Path before?"

Liu Bingyue smiled, shook her head gently, "Sorry, I’m not at liberty to tell you that, nor do I need to. Besides, you won’t gain any benefit from knowing."

"If you really want to know, you can use the Jade Slave Seal to torture me, maybe you’ll force me to tell."

Sun Zhe shook his head, "If you don’t want to speak, that’s fine. I won’t use that to torture you."

Liu Bingyue turned to look at him, speaking seriously, "Sun Zhe, I advise you not to provoke the Demon Path lightly, they are far more terrifying than you imagine."

"If you really want to save Yao Rao, perhaps you can seek Xia Shiyue’s help."

Sun Zhe said, "I thought about finding her, but there’s no time. By the way, if you’re afraid of those people, you don’t have to come with me. I won’t use the Jade Slave Seal to coerce you."

Liu Bingyue was silent for a moment, "Okay, I’ll consider it."

Sun Zhe said no more, turned around, and walked into the hall.

Just as he entered the hall, a large group of female disciples from the Jade Fox Sect greeted him warmly, surrounding him in gratitude.

After a brief exchange, Sun Zhe found Han Xinyue, who was comforting a little junior sister, and called her aside.

"How many disciples are left in your Jade Fox Sect now?"

Han Xinyue’s eyes were red, and she said tremblingly, "Less than twenty, seventeen including me."

Sun Zhe nodded, "Tomorrow morning, take the sixteen of them to settle in Yang City, I’ll go rescue your master."

Han Xinyue was stunned for a moment, then said, "Be careful, come back safely. I’m sorry, I was the one who asked for your help, but I can’t do anything and have become your burden instead."

Sun Zhe laughed, "So if you don’t want to be a burden, you’ll take them back to Yang City tomorrow."

"Yes, I understand."

"Then you get busy first, I’ll go rest for a while, and set off at dawn."

"..."

Afterward.

Sun Zhe found a relatively clean and tidy room, quickly freshened up, then sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion to adjust his state.

Previously, bringing Han Xinyue from Yang City to the Jade Fox Sect at full speed had consumed him greatly; if he were to set off to rescue Yao Rao now, in a bad state, he’d simply be delivering himself to those from the Demon Path.

So he decided to take a good rest for the night, adjust to his best condition, and depart at dawn.

...

The time ticked by.

In the dead of night.

The squeak of the door opening broke the night’s silence.

Sun Zhe, sitting cross-legged, lightly furrowed his brows but did not open his eyes to look back.

A series of gentle footsteps approached from afar, until they stopped behind him.

Following that, a fragrant scent entered his nose, and two unusual soft sensations pressed against his back.

"Do you need my help?"

Han Xinyue crouched behind him, her hands tightly hugging his waist.

Sun Zhe opened his eyes and said, "Don’t play with fire in the middle of the night."

Hearing this, Han Xinyue leaned closer to bite his ear gently and said softly, "No, I just want to help you, let you recover a bit more."

Sun Zhe didn’t speak, but his gaze gradually became heated.

Although concerned about Yao Rao’s safety, with no mind for such matters between man and woman, his body couldn’t help but react; just the slightest teasing from Han Xinyue made the Yang Qi within him restless.

"Look, you’re already so big, isn’t it uncomfortable to hold back? Let me help you, alright?"

As he pondered, Han Xinyue exhaled a warm breath, her slender hand sliding downwards, her soft palm touched that searing large mass through his pants.

Sun Zhe let out a soft silent sigh, suddenly removed her hand, stood up from the meditation cushion, and turned to face her.

He found himself quite defenseless against Han Xinyue’s tenderness.

Han Xinyue remained crouched on the ground, looking up at him with deep affection, and feeling his fiery gaze, her slender hands quickly moved into action.

In just a moment, she had pulled Sun Zhe’s trousers, along with his underwear, down to his knees.

Looking at the ferocious object in front of her exuding intense Yang Qi, Han Xinyue’s beautiful eyes gradually became dazed, recalling those many nights of lonely torment, the heat in her lower abdomen began to rise, as if to ignite into flames.