Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

For those who want to kill me, Sun Zhe naturally won’t hold back, striking with lethal moves right away!

However, the white-dressed female cultivator seemed to have been pre-alerted, evading Sun Zhe’s released Taixu Sword Qi at the critical moment.

"What kind of ghostly trickery is this?"

The white-dressed female cultivator felt a chill on her back for a moment, daring not to underestimate the so-called "Wasteland Cultivator" before her.

The elder gazed at Sun Zhe, reminding: "Be careful, Yurong, this child is strange."

"Rest assured, Elder, watch me cut him down with one sword!"

The white-dressed female cultivator’s figure flickered, her longsword drawing a dazzling blue streak in the night sky, instantly arriving before Sun Zhe.

"Long Rainbow Slash!"

Seeing this, Sun Zhe advanced instead of retreating; the rusty Dragon-slaying Sword appeared in his hand, directly cleaving vertically.

The clash of swords immediately spread through the night, accompanied by sparks flying, sword qi scattering, like beautiful fireworks exploding in the night sky.

The two figures were so fast they became mere afterimages, flickering and colliding repeatedly in the night sky, each executing their sword techniques to the fullest, move after move filled with killing intent!

With every collision, even space seemed to tremble with it, the residual sword force spreading in all directions, rolling endlessly.

The white-haired elder watching stroked his beard, his face full of gratification.

"Yurong’s swordsmanship has grown more fierce, and the sword force is thick and full, worthy of the title of one of the best in Rainbow Sword Sect these past two years..."

"Ah!"

Before his self-praising monologue ended, a sudden scream from Yurong echoed from the night sky ahead.

He hurriedly looked, his old body trembling, shockingly discovering Yurong had been pierced through the chest by Sun Zhe’s sword.

Sun Zhe stood proudly in the void, holding the sword with one hand, effortlessly lifting Yurong with it.

Yurong’s hands tightly gripped the sword piercing through her chest, palms bleeding profusely, a face full of pain, speaking with difficulty: "Friend, I was wrong... Forgive me, spare my life, let’s cancel what happened here."

Sun Zhe expressionless, sternly said, "If our roles were reversed, you surely wouldn’t spare me either."

"You’re not sorry; you’re just realizing you’re about to die."

"Forgiving you is the work of Buddha, what I’m doing is sending you to meet Buddha!"

As his words fell, an invisible Taixu Sword Qi severed Yurong’s neck.

"Damn you, dare!"

Seeing Yurong’s head fall, the white-haired elder was enraged, roaring with grief, immediately unleashing his full cultivation, flashing towards Sun Zhe.

"Killing my prodigy, I’ll grind you to dust!"

Seeing the elder fly towards him, Sun Zhe dared not hesitate, swiftly withdrawing the sword and flying to meet him, disregarding the elder’s more dangerous sword qi compared to Yurong’s.

"Old hag, I’ve prepared a big gift for you too!"

Even while fighting Yurong, Sun Zhe had secretly prepared Dragon Intent Fist, waiting for the elder to deliver himself.

"Boom!"

Thunderous blasts shook the night sky, rolling away into the distance.

Time suddenly seemed to freeze, the two maintaining a motionless pose in the air.

Sun Zhe punched through the elder’s chest.

The elder’s sword stabbed through Sun Zhe’s heart.

"You...you actually..."

The elder trembled, lowering his head, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, looking at the transparent hole in his chest, feeling disbelief.

He had refined his physique for two hundred years, coupled with protective soft armor, yet couldn’t withstand this simple direct punch.

"What a terrifying...fist."

Sun Zhe withdrew his fist, kicked the elder away, pulling out the longsword stuck in his chest and discarding it, then spreading his wings to slowly land.

Before landing, his injuries healed rapidly.

"If not for having the Undying Body, I might have fallen here."

Sun Zhe didn’t immediately claim his "spoils of war," but sat cross-legged to meditate, also voicing inner doubts to Little Dragon Girl.

"Sister Long, these two Outer World Cultivators clearly have cultivation lower than mine by a few tiers, why were they so hard to kill? I even felt some pressure while fighting."

Little Dragon Girl said: "That’s because the Dao Principle is incomplete."

"What do you mean?"

Little Dragon Girl said: "I can’t clearly explain it in a few words. In short, Earth’s cultivation realm differs from the Outer Domain."

She added: "For instance, both may be Qi Refining Realm, but due to incomplete Dao Principle, Earth’s Qi Refining Realm is weaker than the Outer Domain’s Qi Refining Realm."

"And the further you go, the greater the difference."

Sun Zhe nodded and asked: "What they mentioned about ’Kunlun Ancestral Land,’ does it refer to Earth?"

"Yes."

Sun Zhe asked: "How do I solve this incomplete Dao Principle issue?"

Little Dragon Girl pondered for a moment and said: "The Dao is indescribable. Moreover, I’m a dragon, cultivation methods differ from humans, I don’t know what to do either."

"..."

Time passed.

Sun Zhe found those two corpses in the dense forest, already crawling with fearfully large-sized poisonous insects.

"Really, like flies smelling shit, daring to snatch my spoils."

Sun Zhe decisively drove away the poisonous insects with Pure Yang Holy Fire, then scavenged the storage bags, using Yin Thunder to devour the corpses to ashes.

"Sister Long, now no one else will come, right?"

"Shouldn’t be, I didn’t sense they used any communication methods before dying."

With those words, Sun Zhe felt slightly relieved, sighing he could finally rest, then found a nearby spot to make camp, releasing Leng Yuening from the Ring Space to begin sorting his spoils.

"A total of five storage bags, quite the haul this time."

After using Divine Sense to break the restrictions on the five storage bags, Sun Zhe poured all the contents out, quickly piling a small mountain before the campfire.

"My goodness, quite a lot of stuff."

Looking at the chaotic assortment of items, Sun Zhe’s eyes lit up, turning to Leng Yuening saying, "Yuening, help me..."

Mid-sentence, seeing Leng Yuening looking at him with a complex expression.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing."

Sun Zhe handed her the exquisite storage bag that the white-dressed female cultivator used, smiling: "Hold onto this, you can use it to store items, much more practical than your Chanels or Hermes."

"Hmm... thank you."

Leng Yuening didn’t stand on ceremony, reaching to take the storage bag.

Sun Zhe watched her, lightly furrowing his brow, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Leng Yuening’s lips moved slightly, softly said: "Just felt you... you were very scary just now, seemed really unfamiliar."

Sun Zhe probably guessed she was scared by his ruthlessness earlier, patted her shoulder seriously saying: "In the cultivator world, it’s eating people without spitting bones, I’m not bloodthirsty or cold. I’m just trying to protect myself and you."

"Think about it, if tonight my strength weren’t enough, what would happen if we fell into these Outer World Cultivators’ hands?"

Leng Yuening’s beautiful eyes lightly trembled, nodding: "I understand the reasoning. I don’t think you’re wrong... maybe the contrast was too much, difficult to adjust."

Sun Zhe smirked mischievously, "Your contrast between in bed and out of bed is also huge, I’ve adapted."

"You..."

Leng Yuening’s face turned red, raised her small fists preparing to hit him.

"Oh Xiao Zhezi, you scored big, really encountered a rare treasure!"

As the two prepared to bicker playfully, Little Dragon Girl’s excited voice suddenly came into Sun Zhe’s mind.

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