Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

After obtaining the martial arts identity card, the "Blind Monk" stepped through the grand doorway, officially entering the underground martial arena.

"Boss, where should we go first?"

"The trading area."

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Just as Chen Ruolong mentioned, the trading area of this underground martial arena really has everything for sale.

If you can imagine it, they sell it.

Through observation, Sun Zhe found that there were mostly medicine shops, with a whole street filled with small and large ones selling medicine.

And the more high-end shops sold magical treasures.

There were even professional "alchemy service" companies.

So-called alchemy service is where the customer provides the herbs, and then they refine the pills according to the customer’s requirements, charging a handling fee.

However, Sun Zhe was perplexed when Chen Ruolong mentioned that even people could be traded.

Chen Ruolong explained to him, "Those traded people are mostly itinerant cultivators without background, and they voluntarily sell themselves just to find a place to settle."

"Additionally, there are those who have seriously violated martial laws and have been stripped of their identity as martial artists."

"These martial artists are called ’war slaves.’"

"War slaves are marked with a slave seal and sent to the market, where they are traded by the nobility, and the Changwu Pavilion takes a hefty commission."

Sun Zhe nodded, "I learned something new."

Chen Ruolong said, "But war slaves are very expensive, typically only bought by major families."

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Sun Zhe was like a curious baby, constantly asking questions left and right.

And Chen Ruolong was extremely patient, sharing everything he knew with Sun Zhe.

Xia Shiqing felt bored, trailing behind the two big boys, yawning all the way, just wanting to go home and sleep.

Having finally completed a task in Kyoto, she originally planned to sleep for days and nights, but unexpectedly found herself acting as a personal "nanny" now.

About three hours passed.

After strolling through the trading area, Sun Zhe was eager to check out the martial arts district over there.

But Chen Ruolong looked bitter, "By the way, boss, I forgot to tell you earlier that staying in the underground martial arena also costs money."

Sun Zhe was surprised, "You even have to pay money here? Are they crazy about money?"

Chen Ruolong said, "It costs five hundred thousand for an hour here, and you pay this fee when you exit. Alternatively, you can recharge your martial arts identity card, and it deducts automatically."

Sun Zhe wore a pained expression, "Another regulation of Changwu Pavilion?"

Chen Ruolong nodded, "Because the underground martial arena is only so big and can accommodate a limited number of people. Also, you know, there is thin Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the underground martial arena. So, to prevent martial artists from staying here indefinitely, Changwu Pavilion decided to charge money."

"Of course, there are exceptions, such as... those holding a ’Venerable Martial Order’, like the Empress Consort, who can stay as long as they want and even buy a house for long-term residence."

Sun Zhe felt somewhat disappointed, "Alright then, I’ll go to the martial arts district for a bit before leaving."

Chen Ruolong, somewhat embarrassed, pulled Sun Zhe aside and grinned sheepishly, "Boss, I’m currently low on funds, so I’ll probably need to bother you to pay later."

Sun Zhe: "Young Master Chen has no money?"

"Oh, don’t mention it. My mom froze my card today, and I have less than a hundred thousand on me."

"Alright, I’ll help you pay when we leave."

This amount of money wasn’t a big deal for Sun Zhe at the moment.

Not long after.

The three of them entered the martial arts district.

Unlike the harmonious trading area, the atmosphere in the martial arts district seemed filled with tension; people were hostile to each other, and everyone was aggressive, as if a bloody storm could erupt at any moment.

Chen Ruolong said to Sun Zhe, "I told you before, the martial arts district is divided into several zones, each representing different realms. We should be in the Golden Core District now."

"In short, only martial artists in the Golden Core Realm can compete on the arenas here."

Sun Zhe laughed, "Honestly, it’s quite good to divide it like this; otherwise, those with lower cultivation can’t compete with those more advanced, and it would be unwatchable."

"Oh!"

Chen Ruolong’s eyes lit up and suddenly pointed at a martial platform the size of two basketball courts ahead, "Boss, look, the third martial platform is having a match, let’s check it out!"

"Okay."

On the third martial platform.

At this moment, two blood-soaked men, one with a knife and one with a sword, were fighting fiercely; the scene was extremely explosive and gruesome.

The audience below raised their arms in cheers and shouts, accustomed to such scenes.

Until the man with the sword had an arm severed and fell to the ground, losing his fighting ability, the match was decided, causing an uproar throughout the venue.

Sun Zhe stood in a corner away from the crowd, looking at the blood-stained martial platform, deep in thought.

He suddenly remembered that while walking in the trading area, he hadn’t seen any clinics for healing injuries.

He thought this might be a good business opportunity.

Opening a clinic here to treat and heal injured martial artists would surely be lucrative, right?

More importantly, mingling here as a healer would earn respect and help expand one’s network.

While he was contemplating his future money-making plans, a male voice suddenly came from behind: "Greetings, Empress Consort."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe turned around, seeing through his sunglasses that it was a young man in a suit.

Clearly, that man was looking for Xia Shiqing.

Because she was the only one here known as "Empress Consort."

Looking at the young man before her, Xia Shiqing seemed very annoyed, suddenly regretting showing that ’Venerable Martial Order’ earlier, which led her husband to discover her whereabouts and have someone invite her home.

Now her entire aura had changed, scaring the young man into cold sweat, his legs weakening.

"Sigh."

Suddenly, Xia Shiqing sighed softly, seeming to have reluctantly conceded.

She turned to Sun Zhe, saying, "You head home early. I have to go."

Sun Zhe was more than happy and quickly replied, "Alright, alright, you take care of your business and rest early. I’ll head back soon."

Xia Shiqing glanced at Chen Ruolong, her tone not as gentle as when facing Sun Zhe, saying indifferently, "Take care of your boss."

Chen Ruolong shivered and stood at attention, "I assure you!"

Moments later.

After Xia Shiqing and the young man in a suit left, Chen Ruolong sighed deeply, repeatedly patting his chest, suddenly feeling as if the invisible mountain weighing on him had vanished, leaving him completely relaxed.

"Boss, to be honest, I’ve wanted to ask you from the start... What’s your relationship with the Empress Consort? Why does she seem to care for you?"

Sun Zhe thought for a moment and didn’t hide, saying, "She’s my aunt."

"Oh, no wonder, so that’s why... What?! She’s, she’s, she’s your aunt?!"

Chen Ruolong suddenly jumped up, his eyes almost popping out, grabbing Sun Zhe’s arm, trembling, "Boss, are you serious?"

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