Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Sun Zhe finished cleaning the battlefield and left the underground arena. By the time he got home, it was already past five in the afternoon.

As soon as he changed into slippers and walked into the living room, he saw Xia Shiqing sitting on the sofa with her legs wrapped, watching TV dramas.

Sun Zhe went over and glanced at it, discovering that she was still watching "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." It was at the scene where Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo were getting married, and Zhao Min came to interrupt.

She was engrossed in the show, seemingly so absorbed that she didn’t even notice Sun Zhe entering the living room.

Perhaps she had noticed long ago, but she just didn’t care.

Sun Zhe sat down nearby and noticed her very scantily dressed. She wore only a black tank top, revealing her white shoulders and collarbone, and below, only ultra-short hot pants, fully displaying her white and beautiful legs.

Her exquisite figure was perfectly displayed, causing Sun Zhe to momentarily have a wandering mind.

"It’s already winter. Aren’t you cold dressed like that?"

Sun Zhe, of course, knew that such a powerful cultivator like her wouldn’t feel cold but still mustered up the courage to make small talk.

Despite the fact that what had happened last night was Xia Shiqing playing with fire herself, Sun Zhe still felt guilty.

"Not cold."

Xia Shiqing replied casually without even looking at him, appearing extremely indifferent.

Sun Zhe raised his hand, wanting to say something but stopped, and those words of apology eventually turned into a light sigh.

He knew that this exquisite Empress Consort definitely hadn’t moved on from what happened last night and didn’t want to talk to him now.

"Then I’ll go upstairs to sleep first. I need to get up early tomorrow for a martial duel."

Since Xia Shiqing didn’t want to talk to him, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself either. So he left a sentence behind and went upstairs.

...

In the room on the second floor.

Sun Zhe sat cross-legged on the big bed, his whole body exuding a hazy aura, as he concentrated on digesting and absorbing the Yin Essence he had harvested from Jiang Qinglan.

He didn’t know the exact cultivation level of Jiang Qinglan, but he did know that the Yin Essence obtained from her was very abundant.

After digesting and absorbing it, he could clearly feel that his elixir field and Qi sea had expanded significantly.

The next day.

Sun Zhe woke up at eight o’clock in the morning, washed, changed clothes, and, as soon as he went downstairs, saw Xia Shiqing sitting cross-legged in the living room, cultivating in yoga pants.

"Auntie, morning."

Xia Shiqing glanced at him, "Do you want breakfast?"

Sun Zhe shook his head and smiled, "No need for the trouble. The Xiaolongbao sold at the farmhouse in the underground arena is pretty good, I’ll have Xiaolongbao there."

Xia Shiqing looked him over and softly urged, "With your strength and foundation, it’s no surprise to sweep through the Body Refining District, but it’s different in the Qi Refining District. With cultivation suppressed by the Treasure Ring, those Qi Refining martial artists won’t be easy to deal with."

"So be careful, try not to get hurt."

Sun Zhe smiled, "I got it. Are you concerned about me?"

Xia Shiqing blushed, "Get lost."

"Alrighty!"

"Come back home early in the evening."

"Got it!"

Watching Sun Zhe go out, Xia Shiqing couldn’t help but recall the inhuman torment from the night before last, and her face gradually blushed.

Unexpectedly, Sun Zhe suddenly returned, jogging back to her, and said seriously, "About that night, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect it to turn out that way."

Xia Shiqing gave him a kick in a huff, playfully scolding, "Get lost already, I don’t want to talk to you."

Sun Zhe chuckled, grabbing her ankle and admiring the delicate toes wrapped in sheer stockings, "Still wearing nylons?"

Xia Shiqing allowed him to play with her foot, expressionless, "Dare to kiss it? If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe didn’t hesitate and crouched down to go for a kiss.

Surprised, Xia Shiqing’s face changed, and she quickly retracted her foot, "Alright, I was teasing you. Go and fight your matches."

"Haha, I’ll come back early tonight."

"Why come back early?" Xia Shiqing turned her face away.

"What else is there besides you?"

"Go to hell!"

"..."

...

Underground arena.

Martial Arts District.

Sun Zhe carried the "Bladeless Mountain-Suppressing Sword," weighing fifteen hundred pounds, and walked into the crowd, heading straight to the stage where Qi Jie was.

The audience around quickly parted to make way for him, and their gazes were full of awe.

Ever since yesterday, when they learned how heavy Sun Zhe’s greatsword was and that even a genius like Qi Jie found it hard to lift, all those mocking, disdainful, and contemptuous voices vanished.

...

The rumor that Dead Ghost was going to challenge the Sword Dao prodigy, Qi Jie, who had won a dozen consecutive matches, quickly spread through the underground arena, even attracting martial artists from the Golden Core District to watch the spectacle.

"Dead Ghost, go for it! I’m rooting for you!"

"Today, try to last at least three rounds against Qi Jie!"

"Losing to Qi Jie isn’t shameful, especially since you’re wielding such a heavy sword!"

"..."

The cheering for Sun Zhe grew louder, and seeing him, people felt like they were looking at themselves struggling to rise from the bottom.

On the duel stage.

Sun Zhe took off the Mountain-Suppressing Sword from his back and thrust it into the ground, giving Qi Jie a nod in greeting.

Qi Jie smiled, "I hope you’ll show me something different today."

Sun Zhe said, "Hope Young Master Qi will teach me generously."

"Come! Fight!"

As soon as Qi Jie finished speaking, Sun Zhe grasped the sword handle with both hands, dragging the greatsword as he charged toward Qi Jie!

Seeing this, Qi Jie’s eyes narrowed slightly; he distinctly felt Sun Zhe’s speed increase today. He immediately dodged to Sun Zhe’s side, thrusting his sword to seize the initiative.

However, Sun Zhe abruptly stopped, sweeping the huge sword horizontally, creating a whistling wind, slashing with terrifying power.

"Clang——!"

A deafening sound suddenly spread.

Qi Jie held his sword horizontally to block Sun Zhe’s sweeping attack. Though he managed to block it steadily, he staggered back a dozen steps under the immense force before barely steadying himself, feeling short of breath and noticing the webbing of his hand tearing and bleeding.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the spectators below.

"Damn, Dead Ghost could force Qi Jie back with a single swing!"

"Go Dead Ghost, aim to take down Qi Jie!"

"..."

On the duel stage.

Qi Jie steadied himself, exercising to calm the chaotic True Qi in his body, his eyes burning with excitement as he laughed, "You’re quite interesting, making great progress since yesterday!"

Sun Zhe’s eyes were sharp, "Again!"

Qi Jie’s figure flashed, and his sword moved like the wind, creating three afterimages, attacking Sun Zhe from three directions.

Sun Zhe stood his ground, knowing he couldn’t match Qi Jie’s speed with his greatsword. He immediately gripped the sword handle tightly, sweeping in a circle to slash at the two afterimages with Sword Qi, then thrust the sword at Qi Jie’s real body.

Unfortunately, his thrust was slower than Qi Jie’s; before the greatsword could thrust out, his arm was struck, leaving a shocking sword wound.

"So fast!"

Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, instantly activating Witch’s Step to dodge backward, trying to distance himself from Qi Jie and look for another chance.

Unexpectedly, Qi Jie stuck to him like a shadow, not giving him any respite, pressing on tightly, and his long sword creating dazzling sword shadows in the air.

...

In the observation corridor.

Qi Xue stared at the big screen, a smile lurking at her lips, "Forcing Xiaojie to use the third move of the Qi Family’s Swordsmanship, that deadbeat really has some tricks."

"But this is his limit."

Beside her, Xiaoling sighed lightly, eyes full of worry as she watched the big screen.

At this moment, facing Qi Jie’s dazzling attacks, Sun Zhe could only defend passively.

Seeing more and more sword wounds appearing on Sun Zhe one after another, she knew he wouldn’t hold out much longer.

"What?!"

Just as Xiaoling was filled with worry, Qi Xue suddenly exclaimed beside her.

Her expression perked up, and she immediately looked up at the big screen, surprised to find that the bruised and battered Sun Zhe had seized Qi Jie’s sword.

Beads of blood dripped down, but Sun Zhe seemed oblivious to pain, gripping the sword’s blade tightly with his left hand, while his right hand swung the greatsword, striking Qi Jie’s waist and sending him flying off the duel stage with a heavy crash.

...