Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe noticed Xia Shiqing’s eyes were red, knowing she was in a bad mood, and cautiously said, "Did you argue with Second Aunt again?"

Xia Shiqing didn’t say a word, and started to take off her long casual dress, revealing a white lingerie set underneath.

Sun Zhe sneaked a few glances, secretly swallowed hard, and shifted his gaze to avoid staring at the enticing sight.

But the suppressed urge of the second-in-command was once again rebellious.

Sun Zhe was terribly troubled by this.

Xia Shiqing casually tossed the discarded dress aside and said, "Sleep now; talk about it tomorrow if there’s anything."

"Oh..."

Sun Zhe slowly lay down, covered himself with the quilt, and asked, "Didn’t you say you were going back to the palace tonight?"

"Not going now. Sleep. Hold me."

"Okay."

Sun Zhe held her, his eyes wandering, captivated by her alluring fragrance, while he struggled to suppress the Yang Qi within.

In the silence.

One of Sun Zhe’s mischievous hands slowly slid toward her chest, seeing no response, extended two fingers further beneath the snugly-fitted bra.

"Ah!"

Just as the fingers were about to pinch Yin Zhu, a sharp pain exploded in his waist, forcing a cry from him.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, stop pinching, it hurts!"

"I told you not to touch! Do you want a beating?"

"..."

...

The next day.

Underground Martial Arena.

Chen Ruolong waited at the clinic for Sun Zhe, who showed up after ten o’clock.

"Geez, boss, what were you up to last night?"

Seeing the disheveled Sun Zhe, Chen Ruolong gave a knowing sly grin.

"Boss, be honest, did you have some action last night?"

Sun Zhe yawned, ignoring his nonsense, walked into the small room, and sat down on the plastic chair for a nap.

Just missing one night’s sleep wouldn’t leave him this exhausted.

The main reason was holding a soft and fragrant body all night, they stayed awake, unable to move without getting punished—an amounting to the cruelest torture.

Pitifully, the second-in-command hadn’t recovered by morning.

"Boss, what’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just had a rough night’s sleep," Sun Zhe waved his hand, changing the subject, "by the way, why are there no customers today?"

Chen Ruolong chuckled, "Who said there’s none? I opened up this morning; there were dozens lined up outside! Since you weren’t here yet, I took a few orders for you."

As he talked, he handed a stack of orders to Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe glanced at it, noticing four were treatments orders, and two were elixir forging orders.

Chen Ruolong said, "I calculated, if you complete these six orders today, we can earn twenty million!"

Sun Zhe suddenly steeled himself, grabbing the chair’s arms to stand up, "Alright, let’s get to work."

"Great!"

"..."

Busy until evening.

During this time, Sun Zhe treated the patients’ medical issues, and the grateful patients promised to help promote him.

Thus, Sun Zhe successfully boosted the Undying Pavilion’s reputation.

Returning to Jingtian Forest Garden, Sun Zhe directly asked Xia Shiqing to release the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring’s suppression, as he planned to compete in the Qi Refining District tomorrow.

The Exquisite Empress Consort, clad in a short black skirt, paced around him, seemingly intentionally enticing, asking, "Is it that urgent?"

Sun Zhe yawned, lazily replied, "Hurry, no more messing around, relieve it for me so I can sleep."

A sleepless night followed by a tiring day, even Yaochi Fairy in a bikini couldn’t keep him awake.

Seeing Sun Zhe’s uninterested demeanor, Xia Shiqing pouted, doubting her charm, slapped her palm on his chest, chanting words.

Gradually, Sun Zhe felt relaxed, with endless power surging within.

Soon.

Xia Shiqing withdrew her hand from his chest, saying, "Now you can exert Qi Refining Realm strength, but remember to use a sword when competing in the Qi Refining District."

With a raise of her hand, she magically retrieved a large sword from the Storage Treasure before handing it to him, "and you must use this sword."

Sun Zhe’s eyes widened, appearing startled, "This thing... isn’t the Profound Iron Heavy Sword used by Yang Guo even smaller?"

"Is this even a sword? Anyone who didn’t know would think it’s an iron door slab with a hilt attached."

For a moment, Sun Zhe was rendered speechless.

The Exquisite Empress Consort held the large sword, which was about 1.5 meters long, half a meter wide, ten centimeters thick, gray-black with simple patterned lines, with no other highlights, ugly beyond description.

Xia Shiqing suddenly tugged his ear, playfully scolding, "No foul language!"

Sun Zhe squirmed in pain, bitterly said, "This sword is uglier than the technician I met that night, can’t we change it?"

Xia Shiqing solemnly replied, "Actually, it’s not me who wants you to use this sword, it’s your master."

"My master?"

Xia Shiqing nodded, "Today I visited the Guardian Palace, your master asked me to give you this sword."

"She said that when you meet her, she’ll test you. If you can’t use the sword skillfully, it’ll mean you’re not meant to be her disciple."

"Alright, I’ll try it."

Since it was his mysterious master’s request, Sun Zhe had no reason to refuse.

He smiled, reaching for the hilt, said, "No matter how heavy, just a few hundred pounds."

Unexpectedly, grabbing the hilt instantly stiffened his smile, simultaneously sinking with the sword’s weight crashed into the floor with a boom, shattering it.

"Whoa... heavier than I imagined."

Xia Shiqing suppressed a giggle, said, "This is the Bladeless Mountain-Suppressing Sword, crafted from rare metals, weighing fifteen hundred pounds."

"A few hundred years ago, it was made by a mysterious expert, initially not intended for human use."

Sun Zhe curiously asked, "Then who was it for?"

Xia Shiqing gently explained, "It was hung under the bridge to deter Flood Snakes lurking in the floods trying to cross. Later, the bridge collapsed, and it was brought to the Guardian Palace."

She continued, "I remember early days when your dad was a fledgling swordsman, your mom borrowed this sword for him."

Sun Zhe’s heart settled, thinking if dad could use it, so could he.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt with both hands, muscles tensed, exerted force to shoulder the sword.

For a Martial Artist, over a thousand pounds wasn’t much.

This heavy sword could still be swung.

"Pfft—!"

Unexpectedly, a prolonged, loud fart erupted from his pants.

Xia Shiqing furrowed her brow, pinched her nose dismissively, "Was that necessary? I could lift it effortlessly, yet you let out a fart over a sword."

Sun Zhe sulkily replied, "Can I compare with you?"

Xia Shiqing snapped her fingers, "Alright, since you’re working so hard, I’ll reward you tonight."

Sun Zhe asked, "What’s the reward?"

Xia Shiqing tiptoed closer, releasing a fragrant whisper, "Actually, I never had my period, I was lying before."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe remained expressionless, indifferent, "Tonight won’t work, I’m too tired and need sleep."

Xia Shiqing’s face immediately became frosty, "Try sleeping then?"

Sun Zhe sighed gloomily, "Do you have issues? You denied me when I wanted it, now you bother me when I don’t."

"I don’t care, it’s an order from this palace!"

"..."