Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Secret Arts of Jiewu Palace

Hearing Han Xinyue’s words, Yue Changlin’s old face flushed crimson. He felt his esteemed image had been shattered in an instant.

Zhou Tianxiong wasn’t very capable in *that* department, so he’d developed some strange fetishes. When he was alive, he would frequently contrive ways to seek out excitement and satisfy Han Xinyue’s needs.

One night, a drunk Zhou Tianxiong suddenly approached Yue Changlin and asked him to go to Han Xinyue’s room.

Initially, Yue Changlin refused. But when Zhou Tianxiong showed him photos of Han Xinyue in lingerie, he lost all reason.

Still potent despite his age, he had truly gone wild that night. Right in front of Zhou Tianxiong, he had sent Han Xinyue to her peak three times!

”Xinyue, that time I... I was just... I was just drunk,” Yue Changlin stammered.

Watching him, Han Xinyue smiled elegantly. She suddenly moved his old, withered hand away, then gently unfastened his belt, releasing a limp, dark, old worm.

Under the dim light, the soft, black thing hung powerlessly amidst a sparse, dry thatch of curly hair. It looked like a candle in the wind, yet it seemed to be full of stories.

Han Xinyue smiled to herself. She cast a charming glance at Yue Changlin before slowly leaning in, her head moving closer.

Even from a dozen centimeters away, she could smell a nauseating, fishy stench, and a flicker of disdain crossed her eyes. But remembering she was here to ask the old man for a favor, she could only force herself to suppress her disgust.

She parted her moist, pristine lips and let a pool of fragrant saliva slowly dribble onto the soft, black worm. Then, she grasped it with her jade-like hand, gently stroking and rubbing to thoroughly spread the saliva over it.

Gradually, the old worm revived, growing hot and hard until it stood in her hand, pointing proudly toward the sky.

Sitting cross-legged, Yue Changlin remained motionless, his face beet-red.

The alluring fragrance of the temptress before him filled his nostrils. His gaze was fixed on the snowy-white cleavage visible beneath her low neckline as he swallowed hard, his breathing growing increasingly rapid.

Suddenly, Han Xinyue stopped what she was doing. She raised her eyes to meet Yue Changlin’s murky, world-weary gaze and said, ”Great Tributor, could you do a favor for me?”

Seeing her suddenly stop, Yue Changlin felt an inexplicable anxiety rise in his heart.

”Uh... what favor, Madam? Just say the word!”

Han Xinyue’s eyes turned cold as she said softly, ”Help me capture someone. Cripple him and bring him before me.”

”Who is it?”

”Sun Zhe. I’ll give you his information tomorrow.”

Yue Changlin replied without a second thought, ”No problem!” He was thoroughly confident in his own strength.

Seeing Yue Changlin agree, Han Xinyue smiled and her hand began moving again.

Feeling the softness of her delicate hand, Yue Changlin drew in a long, sharp breath, feeling as if he were floating on clouds.

Han Xinyue couldn’t help but tease, ”As expected of a Golden Core Stage Martial Artist, Great Tributor. Even at your age, you’re still so vigorous. You must have taken advantage of many young girls in your youth, right?”

Yue Changlin gave an embarrassed laugh. ”Not at all. I have dedicated my life to the martial path and rarely indulged in carnal pleasures.”

Han Xinyue smiled sweetly. ”Then what’s the point of a life like that? Great Tributor, don’t you want to be inside Xinyue’s body?”

Her words made Yue Changlin’s old eyes widen in shock as he couldn’t help but recall that ecstatic night.

”Is... is that possible?”

”Of course it is. But only after you bring Sun Zhe to me.”

As she spoke, she withdrew her hand and slowly stood up. ”It’s getting late. You should get some rest, Great Tributor.”

Yue Changlin suppressed his raging desire, his eyes filled with reluctance and deep unwillingness as he looked up at the enchanting woman before him. If he could, he would have pounced on her right then and there.

Han Xinyue smiled charmingly. She slid a hand inside her dress and lightly lifted one leg, gracefully removing a pair of transparent, lace panties. She then pinched them between two fingers and offered them to Yue Changlin.

”As for tonight, this is a little reward for you, Great Tributor. But this is our secret, so don’t let anyone else know, okay?”

Her fingers loosened, and the lace panties fluttered down, landing seductively on Yue Changlin’s face.

Yue Changlin hurriedly caught them. Inhaling the intoxicating fragrance, his old face blushed as he asked in a trembling voice, ”When does Madam need the person?”

”The sooner, the better.”

”Then I will set out as soon as my injuries have recovered a bit,” Yue Changlin said.

Han Xinyue’s brow furrowed slightly. ”How long will that take?”

”Would half a month be okay?”

Han Xinyue’s gaze turned freezing cold. She abruptly turned and walked away. ”Suit yourself.”

”...”

Watching the seductive figure depart, Yue Changlin let out a long sigh. ”That woman is terrifying... yet so utterly irresistible!”

He looked down at his old friend, still pointing proudly at the sky and glistening with fragrant saliva, and sighed once more.

”Ah, my old friend, you’ve really suffered.”

”Once I capture that Sun Zhe, I’ll make sure Madam rewards you properly!”

Muttering to himself, he wrapped his member with the lace panties, which still radiated a warm, sweet scent.

***

In a villa not far from the Boli Music Academy.

Sun Zhe woke up naturally, and it was already past nine in the morning. He rolled out of bed, left his room, and went to the living room, where he found the housekeeper, Mrs. Liu, cleaning.

”Mrs. Liu, where’s Shuqing?”

”The Young Lady has classes today. She left early this morning.”

”Oh, I see.”

”Mr. Sun, would you like breakfast?”

”No, thank you. I’ll eat at home.”

”Oh, by the way, Mr. Sun, the Young Lady left something for me to give you.”

Mrs. Liu put down her rag, hurried over to the side, and brought back an antique-looking sandalwood box, handing it to Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe took the sandalwood box, sat on the sofa, and opened it. Inside were several books bound with hemp string, exuding an ancient aura that suggested they were quite old.

”What’s this?”

Mrs. Liu said gravely, ”These are the secret arts of our Jiewu Palace.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe looked up at Mrs. Liu in shock. ”Mrs. Liu, you’re also from Jiewu Palace?”

Mrs. Liu nodded with a smile. ”I watched the Young Lady grow up. The previous Palace Master—the old madam—arranged for me to accompany her before she passed away.”

”I see.”

Sun Zhe looked at the manuals in the wooden box. ”But these are the secret arts of Jiewu Palace. They must be very precious. Why give them to me for my cultivation?”

”Because you have formed a contract with the Young Lady,” Mrs. Liu explained. ”You are now the Witch Master of Jiewu Palace, so you are qualified to practice these arts.”

She added, ”To be honest, the Young Lady’s talent is average, making her ill-suited for this cultivation. However, if you, the Witch Master, were to practice them, I believe you would achieve great things.”

They really think too highly of me. Sun Zhe thought with a wry smile. ”Well, I’ll give it a try then.”

***

After leaving Lin Shuqing’s house, Sun Zhe took a taxi straight back to Ping’an District.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Ye Qiao sitting on the sofa, playing on her phone. She was giggling foolishly at something on the screen.

”Qiaoqiao, what are you giggling at all by yourself?”

Ye Qiao put down her phone and grinned. ”I’m scrolling through our girls’ group chat history. It’s so juicy; those dirty-minded girls are talking dirty in the chat.”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s curiosity was piqued. ”What are they talking about? Let me see.”

”No way. It’s a girls’ secret.”

”Alright, then.”

A glint appeared in Ye Qiao’s eyes. ”You can see it, but you have to tell me where you were last night and what you did. And you can’t tell a single lie.”

”Also, you have to drive me to school later.”

”...”