Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

For the next two days, Sun Zhe did absolutely nothing. He just lay in bed all day, receiving acupuncture treatments from Meng Shiyang.

Every time he underwent acupuncture, it was as if the Desire Flame Sword Qi surged through his body, causing him unbearable pain.

Thus, every time Meng Shiyang performed her Acupuncture Technique on him, he was itching to show off his incredibly powerful Staff Technique.

But Meng Shiyang was just a little weakling who couldn’t handle his Staff Technique at all. Even with Zhu Yan’s help, the two women were no match for Sun Zhe.

After being tormented for two days straight, the women were utterly miserable, so much so that they were limping while walking.

In desperation, Zhu Yan had no choice but to adopt Meng Shiyang’s suggestion from two days ago—to bring in more people to help.

So, on the third day, Zhu Yan called up her junior sister, Jiang Yushu, under the guise of discussing the Cultivation Technique ”Extreme Yin Witchcraft.” She even suggested that Jiang Yushu stay there for a few more days.

Thinking that Zhu Yan would have no ill intentions, the business elite Jiang Yushu didn’t think much of it. She put aside her work and canceled her schedule, hastily coming to Zhu Yan’s house, even bringing lots of gifts along the way.

But on that very night, she stumbled out of the villa, her hair disheveled, as if something terrifying within forced her to flee. She didn’t even bother taking her car, as her legs were too weak to drive.

Helpless, Zhu Yan had to find a new target to trick over. She coaxed Li Zhishan, saying Sun Zhe wanted to train with her.

Li Zhishan was thrilled, practically bubbling with excitement, and she left her work to rush over to Zhu Yan’s house. She brought along a collection of delicate and sexy outfits and stockings, only to flee herself shortly after arriving.

Zhu Yan was thoroughly perplexed by all this, wondering why none of them could handle it.

However, after some careful thought, she realized that if one woman could last a day, having more would mean many more days of endurance.

Thus, she contacted Lin Shuqing.

After scaring off Lin Shuqing, she went on to find Lin Miao, followed by Su Nanzhi, Su Qingli, Gu Lingxue, Leng Yueshuang, Bai Ran, and the three campus queens of Boli Music Academy.

In this way, over the course of ten days, with Meng Shiyang’s tireless efforts, the Desire Flame Sword Qi inside Sun Zhe was finally completely expelled.

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”Phew—!”

”Ah, refreshing!”

It was another bright and sunny morning.

Sun Zhe got up early to practice his Fist Technique under the ginkgo tree in the courtyard.

Once he finished a set of punches, he felt extremely awake and refreshed.

Meng Shiyang, carrying a medical box, walked over to him with slightly awkward steps, appearing somewhat timid as she softly asked, ”Master, are you sure your internal injuries are all healed?”

With a gentlemanly smile, Sun Zhe nodded and said, ”Yes, they’re completely gone, Shiyang, this time it’s all thanks to...”

Before he could finish his sentence of gratitude, Meng Shiyang bolted off with the medical box, not hesitating in the slightest.

Watching his female apprentice run out the villa gate, Sun Zhe shook his head helplessly, feeling a pang of guilt.

Even though Zhu Yan had tricked everyone into helping, Meng Shiyang had still endured a lot of torment, spending nearly every day swollen and never getting any relief.

Sun Zhe felt it was really inappropriate.

As he wallowed in guilt and self-reproach, Zhu Yan drove off in her red BMW to work. As she passed him in her car, she didn’t dare to look at him, reflexively intending to floor the gas pedal.

”Wow, so cold-hearted, Yan’er?”

”Leaving for work without even saying goodbye?”

Watching Zhu Yan’s car disappear into the distance, Sun Zhe felt a throbbing headache.

Actually, compared to Meng Shiyang, it was Zhu Yan who suffered the most these days.

”Forget it, I’ll make it up to her later.”

Sun Zhe shook his head, choosing not to think too much. He knew Zhu Yan was scared out of her wits and thought that with everyone gone, he could finally have some peace. So, he took out the Dragon-slaying Sword from his ring and began practicing his Swordsmanship.

Time slowly passed by.

The sword light flickered in the courtyard.

For some reason, after practicing the Lingao Swordsmanship a few times, Sun Zhe found he couldn’t muster any intensity, completely lacking the momentum the Lingao Swordsmanship supposedly should have.

Every time he swung his sword, he involuntarily recalled Desire Spirit’s sword from that day.

Thinking of Desire Spirit’s sword made him feel like something was missing in his heart, leading him to fall into a funk.

Like a man with erectile dysfunction, he just couldn’t get it up.

”Is this Lingao Swordsmanship really one of the Ten Forbidden Techniques?”

”Why does it feel like just an ordinary sword art to me?”

At this point, Little Dragon Girl sighed and said, ”That’s the danger of encountering a truly skillful Sword Dao master. Someone weak like you, once you’ve seen such a master unsheathe their sword, you’ll never have the courage to do so again.”

”It’s your Sword Intent that’s been trampled and crushed.”

”What’s more, it’s not that your Lingao Swordsmanship is weak, but as I’ve said before, your Sword Dao fundamentals are a complete mess.”

Sun Zhe’s face was filled with frustration, ”Do you have to hit me where it hurts, buddy?”

”I’m just stating facts!”

Sun Zhe’s eyes turned serious, ”Looks like I need to head to Kyoto and find my master. I wonder if she can teach me some peerless Swordsmanship. Next time, if I see that woman again, I’m going to make her doubt her whole existence!”

Little Dragon Girl reminded, ”You can seek out your master, but remember, even if it’s your master, without fully trusting them, you can’t reveal your Lingao Swordsmanship.”

”Yes, I understand!”

Sun Zhe nodded emphatically, ”Then I’ll continue practicing swordsmanship.”

”What for? With your current state, practicing is pointless. You’d be better off practicing your Fist Technique.”

”Fine, then Fist Technique it is.”

”...”

Sun Zhe practiced until it was past ten in the morning.

Just when he was about to head out to buy some groceries and make a feast for Zhu Yan, Han Xinyue suddenly called, saying she wanted to come over.

So Sun Zhe scrapped his plan to go out, asking Han Xinyue to bring some groceries on her way.

Sun Zhe finished showering and, after waiting for about half an hour, four Alphard minivans suddenly drove through the villa gates.

As the car doors opened, pairs of slender legs emerged one after another, dazzling Sun Zhe’s eyes.

There were stockings of all colors—black, white, gray—and sheer, yoga pants, tight jeans, you name it.

Upon closer inspection, Sun Zhe realized it was the female disciples he had rescued from the Jade Fox Sect before.

Sun Zhe walked up to Han Xinyue, wearing a strange expression, ”Is this some kind of team-building activity? Bringing so many people to my house? What do I say if Yan’er comes home?”

Han Xinyue seemed unfazed by his words, gracefully examining him with a smile, ”You’re okay, right?”

”I’m fine.”

”That’s good.”

Han Xinyue gently remarked, ”They all said they wanted to visit you to thank you for saving their lives.”

She then took Sun Zhe by the arm, pulling him aside and speaking quietly, ”By the way, how is my master doing?”

”...”