Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Regarding Leng Yuening’s illness, for Sun Zhe, it was urgent and couldn’t be delayed.

That night, Sun Zhe had Xia Shiqing help him adjust the suppression of the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring to the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Xiao Zhe, those old fellows in the Nascent Soul District are not simple, you need to be careful, especially with Qi Feiying."

"Mm, I know."

Sun Zhe took Xia Shiqing’s advice to heart but didn’t pay too much mind, saying, "In any case, I must obtain the title of Martial Hero in the Nascent Soul District."

Xia Shiqing stared blankly at his side profile, as if seeing the spirited young man from years ago.

"So much like Ah Wei."

Sun Zhe looked at her meaningfully, "What, missing my dad?"

Xia Shiqing gave him a sidelong glance, "What nonsense, I just think you two are very similar."

Sun Zhe chuckled, "You should rest early. I’m heading upstairs."

Unexpectedly, Xia Shiqing suddenly stood up, "One more time. I have to return to the palace later."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe was stunned, stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at her.

"What are you going back to the palace for?"

"Besides visiting your uncle-in-law, what else?"

While speaking, Xia Shiqing had already started lifting her already short silk nightdress.

Sun Zhe fixed his eyes, surprised to discover it was empty underneath, and instantly his eyes were full of fervor as he dashed forward anxiously.

"Mmm... Go slowly."

"Madam, you won’t be returning to the palace tonight until you’re thoroughly satisfied!"

...

The next day.

Early in the morning, a shocking piece of news stirred up a storm in the underground martial arena—the "Ghost," who just secured the title of Martial Hero in the Golden Core District, actually signed up for the Nascent Soul District’s martial tournament!

For a moment, the entire underground martial arena was bustling with excitement.

"Oh my, he just got the title in the Golden Core District, and in a few days, he’s going for the Nascent Soul District!"

"There must be some inside story to this!"

"Could this Ghost be a king, here just to toy with us?"

"And I’ve heard, even the Emperor is closely monitoring this matter."

"How could he not? Martial artists at the Nascent Soul Realm are so rare, they’re considered national treasures in Hua Country!"

"..."

In the majestic Emperor’s Palace.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this youngster?"

On the luxurious bed.

Xia Shiqing, wearing a nearly transparent mesh hollow-out nightgown, sat at the bedside using a tablet to show her husband information about the "Ghost."

The Emperor stared at the screen, smiling, "Not bad, not bad, the younger generation is indeed to be feared. At such a young age, he’s already in the Nascent Soul Realm, and to my surprise... he’s actually the Immortal Divine Doctor."

Xia Shiqing said, "The Guardian Palace needs such talented individuals who excel in both medicine and martial arts."

The Emperor stared at the sword on Sun Zhe’s shoulder in the screen, showing a pensive expression, "Seeing this sword, I suddenly remembered him."

Xia Shiqing chuckled, "Your Majesty, do you know who this youngster is?"

"Who?"

"The child of my sister and Ah Wei."

Upon hearing this, the Emperor’s eyes widened with astonishment, "Really?!"

"..."

...

In the underground martial arena.

In the Martial Arts District.

Sun Zhe, carrying a large sword, stood on the competition stage, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings below.

Since he took the stage, several hours had passed, yet no one dared to challenge him.

He also just learned that the Nascent Soul District’s martial tournaments rarely happen, generally only held once a month, because those elders in the Nascent Soul Realm rarely like to show their faces.

But what he didn’t know was that those elders had long been secretly observing him, recognizing his sword and the Celestial Sealing Treasure Seal he previously displayed, each speculating about his identity and not daring to act recklessly.

The Bladeless Mountain-Suppressing Sword represents the Guardian Palace, and the Celestial Sealing Treasure Seal represents Qingcheng Palace. With these two great entities, no one dared to make a move, except for Qi Feiying, who, oblivious and without insight, still dared to agree to a challenge with such a hidden master.

At this moment.

The crowd below the stage was in an uproar.

In the sweep of his gaze, Sun Zhe also noticed many familiar faces.

The Chen family siblings, Feng Ling, Qi Jie, Du Linghan, and Chen Yungang.

...

During the long wait.

A sudden commotion arose from the crowd behind.

Following the noise, Sun Zhe looked over only to see the crowd quickly parting to both sides, as Qi Feiying, dressed in azure, approached slowly, exuding an immortal aura.

Under the gaze of all, Qi Feiying ascended the stage, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Young fellow, though you’ve reconciled with Xue’er, you previously offended me, and this account cannot be settled lightly."

Sun Zhe thrust the Mountain-Suppressing Sword on his shoulder into the ground, "Enough with the nonsense, come on!"

At this, Qi Feiying’s eyes turned grim, casually waving his right hand, conjuring an invisible hurricane as if from nothing, roaring away like a savage beast!

In response, Sun Zhe’s expression remained unchanged. He immediately slashed down with his sword, violently cutting through and annihilating the incoming hurricane in an instant.

"Interesting."

Qi Feiying’s expression turned somewhat serious.

Sun Zhe felt like someone in the Early Stage of Nascent Soul to him, yet he could effortlessly obliterate his palm wind, which he found very unusual.

Sun Zhe chuckled, "Old man, let’s quit the probing, and get straight to it, quick and decisive."

At this moment, Sun Zhe only wanted to quickly obtain the title of Martial Hero and then seek the Emperor for the Molting Clothes.

As for the martial contest, he had no interest.

Hence, he had no intention of holding back.

"Since you’re eager to die, I’ll fulfill your wish!"

Qi Feiying extended a single hand to the side, summoning an ancient long sword into his grip.

In an instant, a violent sword force filled the martial stage, rolling towards Sun Zhe.

In the next moment, both figures almost simultaneously disappeared, transforming into countless afterimages.

The crowd below collectively gasped in amazement.

"True to the Nascent Soul District’s martial tournament, the quality is indeed extraordinary!"

"At this rate, the Ghost should be able to withstand five moves from Elder Qi!"

"After all, Elder Qi is also a Martial Hero in the Nascent Soul District. Losing to him while lasting so many moves is not disgraceful for the Ghost."

"..."

At that moment, on the martial stage, there were only flickering sword shadows and sparks from collisions. Sun Zhe and Qi Feiying’s movements were so fast that ordinary eyes could hardly catch them.

But no one thought Sun Zhe would win.

Because Sun Zhe was facing the Martial Hero of the Nascent Soul District!

"Boom!"

As everyone was intently watching, a loud crash suddenly echoed across the stage.

The True Qi that filled the entire stage instantly dissipated.

Then, as the crowd focused their gaze, they were shocked to find Qi Feiying lying in a pool of blood, the ground beneath him fractured extensively, his clothes torn, and blood flowing profusely, looking extremely battered.

The entire venue collectively gasped.

Qi Jie’s eyes trembled with disbelief. He too hadn’t expected that in less than five moves, the Third Elder would fall under Sun Zhe’s sword.

Chen Yungang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with shock, and a strong sense of regret arose in his heart.

Managing to defeat a Martial Hero in the Nascent Soul District in less than five moves, such strength, even his prized future son-in-law, might not compare in the slightest.

...

"Old man, you’ve lost."

Sun Zhe stood beside Qi Feiying, looking down at him.

"What kind of swordsmanship... is this?"

Qi Feiying was in shock, his eyes filled with fear.

Sun Zhe just smiled indifferently, "Will you leave on your own, or should I kick you?"

Knowing that Sun Zhe was unwilling to elaborate, Qi Feiying slowly stood up, clasped his fists at Sun Zhe, and turned to walk off the stage.

Sun Zhe also clasped his fists towards him, "Thanks for letting me win."

...

In the Emperor’s Palace.

The Emperor watched the scenes playing out on the tablet screen, his gaze gradually deepening.

"If I’m not mistaken, the Immortal Divine Doctor... just used Lingao Swordsmanship."

"I didn’t expect him to possess a Forbidden Technique."

"..."

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