Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Most things in this world only have a first time and countless other times.

Just like Yao Rao at this moment.

When she tried her first bite of braised pork with a tentative attitude, she was hooked!

At eighteen, at the request of several elders in the sect, she began fasting, using True Qi to maintain the nutrients her body needed, so her ”Yuqing Physique” remains pure to this day.

She usually only drinks water, and even if she occasionally eats, it’s only light fruits and vegetables, or some nourishing Spirit Medicine.

This celestial being, removed from mortal concerns, is tasting the ”human world’s firework” for the first time today.

The pleasure on her taste buds completely elevates her happiness, all her worries and troubles swallowed down along with the delicious food.

”Huff huff huff...”

At the threshold of the living room, Yao Rao sits cross-legged with her head down, furiously shoveling rice into her mouth with chopsticks, as if she hadn’t eaten for eight generations.

The braised pork sauce mixed with fragrant, hot white rice—one mouthful is simply divine!

Just when she was enjoying herself, she suddenly paused, hastily placed the lunch box aside, then sat cross-legged again as if nothing happened and calmly said, ”Come in.”

Because someone had just knocked on the door.

A moment later.

The crisp, melodious clatter of high heels came from the courtyard gate, from afar to near.

Han Xinyue, charming yet elegant, with extreme sensuality and nobility from head to toe, walked into the courtyard with her sexy, long, stockings-clad legs, steadily and gracefully.

”Master.”

Upon reaching Yao Rao, Han Xinyue stopped and bowed.

Yao Rao, expressionless, raised her eyes to look at her and asked, ”What’s the matter?”

Han Xinyue was about to answer but suddenly paused, noticing the rice grain on the corner of Yao Rao’s mouth and the lunch box set aside. She felt an urge to laugh, finding her master truly adorable like this.

Yao Rao was unaware of the rice grain at the corner of her mouth and asked, ”Xinyue, what’s wrong?”

Han Xinyue snapped back to reality, suppressing her laughter and asked, ”Master, did Sun Zhe come by again tonight?”

Yao Rao didn’t reply because the painful groan coming from the living room answered for her.

Following the sound, Han Xinyue peeked into the living room and saw Sun Zhe curled up on the ground, twitching in pain, drenched in sweat, his eyes bloodshot, looking extremely grim and scary.

Then she echoed what Yao Rao had said before: ”This guy really hasn’t had enough suffering.”

Yao Rao nodded lightly, agreeing deeply, and changed the topic, ”How is your cultivation progress?”

”It’s alright, just encountered some bottlenecks, so I came tonight to seek your guidance.”

”...”

Under the bright moonlight.

Master and disciple sat side by side on the steps, chatting and discussing cultivation matters while admiring the moon.

Time slipped away bit by bit.

About an hour and a half later, Sun Zhe in the living room suddenly stopped making noises.

Master and disciple both felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, quickly got up, and rushed into the living room, discovering Sun Zhe lying on the ground, seemingly on the verge of death.

”Little bastard, are you okay?”

Han Xinyue’s face paled, fearing that something had happened to Sun Zhe, quickly rushing over to help him. But at that moment, Sun Zhe opened his eyes, forcing himself to stand up.

”It’s alright... this time I managed to pull through.”

Upon hearing this, Yao Rao looked deeply at Sun Zhe, pursed her luscious lips, wanting to say more but stopping herself.

Compared to last night’s situation, she found Sun Zhe’s progress tonight significantly noticeable.

After enduring the torment of the Illusion Realm, he could still stand up!

”Thank you, Sect Leader Yao, I’ll come to find you again tomorrow night.”

Sun Zhe didn’t want to waste time; he thanked Yao Rao and then shakily walked toward the outside of the living room, eyes straight ahead, brushing past her.

Yao Rao turned and watched his back, suddenly feeling a sense of loss.

At this moment, Han Xinyue spoke, ”Master, I’ll see him out.”

”Alright.”

Yao Rao nodded, forcibly setting aside the distractions in her mind, no longer thinking about Sun Zhe.

...

Meanwhile.

Sun Zhe had just stepped out of the courtyard gate when Han Xinyue caught up from behind, naturally linking her arm through his, as if she’d done this many times before, saying, ”You shouldn’t push yourself; if you can’t make it, just say so, and I’ll take you home.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe laughed heartily, his tall body swaying slightly, saying, ”I am indeed pushing myself, but compared to last night, I’m much better tonight.

”

After such an Illusion Realm experience, his spirit and will endured torment, yet at the end, he didn’t lose consciousness, even managing to stand up and speak... that is the most obvious progress!

All the way, mixed laughs.

After a while.

Han Xinyue took Sun Zhe into her room.

Sun Zhe sat powerlessly in a chair, opened his eyes wide and looked around, only then realizing something was amiss, curiously asking, ”What did you bring me here for?”

Han Xinyue threw him a flirtatious glance, then went straight to the bedside, starting to undress, unbuttoning her knitted sweater one by one, revealing the black lace bra underneath.

Watching her fiery back, Sun Zhe instantly understood her meaning, waving weakly, ”I have no energy left tonight.”

Han Xinyue looked back at him, eyes falling on a big bulge, laughing seductively, ”I have energy, isn’t that enough?”

Sun Zhe was a bit worried, ”Do you mean to do it here at your place? Aren’t you afraid your husband and son will find out?”

Han Xinyue’s face sank, ”What husband?”

Sun Zhe retorted, ”Aren’t you and Zhou Chenhao that type of relationship behind the scenes?”

Han Xinyue snorted lightly, ”He’s on a business trip, gone for several days, and Xiaolong went out to play with his gang of car buddies.”

Sun Zhe teased, ”When the husband and son aren’t home, you bring a man back and into your room; seems like our President Han isn’t such a good bird either.”

Han Xinyue scoffed, disdainfully, ”We’re half of each other’s kind, the pot calling the kettle black.”

After a pause, she added, ”Actually, I went to Master’s place tonight to find you for cultivation because I feel I’m about to break through, so I came to harvest some Yang Essence from you.”

Sun Zhe yawned, walked over, and lay down directly on the bed, hands behind his head, saying, ”Then help yourself to the buffet, anyway I’m out of strength; if you can get something out of me tonight, it proves your ability.”

Han Xinyue was rather displeased; she kicked off her sexy, delicate high heels, then crawled onto the bed, directly straddling Sun Zhe’s abdomen, reaching out to pinch his neck.

”You little bastard, always bullying people, see how this sister deals with you later!”

”...”