Playboy: Medical and Martial Master-Chapter 252: After the Ordeal

The top floor of the Zhou Mansion.

In the room used to imprison Sun Zhe.

Han Xinyue stood by the window, her delicate body trembling slightly. She stared at the pitch-black night outside, her eyes reddening unconsciously.

Yao Rao walked to her side, gazing at the night as she asked, "You've developed feelings for him?"

Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue slowly released her grip on the window ledge. She lowered her head and said, "I don't know."

Yao Rao said, "You cultivate the Red Jade Path, so you must distinguish between 'lust' and 'love.' You cannot develop feelings for a man."

"This disciple will heed Master's teachings."

In the Jade Fox Sect, there were two paths of cultivation. The first was the "White Jade Path," and the second was the "Red Jade Path," which Yao Rao had just mentioned. The difference between these two paths was that one required a vessel for cultivation, while the other did not.

Those who cultivate the White Jade Path can maintain their youth and extend their lifespan. The cost, however, is that they must preserve their pristine, untouched bodies. They cannot develop feelings for the opposite sex, let alone lose their virginity.

If one cultivates the Red Jade Path, they can use a vessel to rapidly advance their cultivation, but they cannot develop feelings for the opposite sex. If they do, their cultivation will stagnate at best. At worst, they will suffer from cultivation deviation!

Han Xinyue sighed softly and said, "I just think it's such a pity."

Yao Rao agreed, "A Pure Yang Holy Body is seen less than once a century. It is indeed a pity for it to be extinguished like this." As she spoke, she suddenly frowned and gazed intently into the distant night. "But perhaps it won't be extinguished after all."

Hearing this, Han Xinyue followed her gaze, and her beautiful eyes widened in shock.

In the distant night, a pair of black and white wings adorned the sky, making it look as ethereal as a dream. The white wing was dazzlingly bright, while the black wing was somehow even darker and more profound than the night itself.

"I never thought he had this kind of ability!" Han Xinyue was filled with astonishment. She whirled her head to look at Yao Rao. "Should we still try to capture him?"

Yao Rao stared at the black and white wings, her expression gradually growing solemn. She shook her head gently and said, "There are too many prying eyes in the city. If we act too conspicuously, we might attract the attention of the authorities."

Hearing this, Han Xinyue's heart sank, and she nodded. "That's true."

Since the founding of the nation, Martial Artist Influences like the Jade Fox Sect have been severely suppressed by the government, so it was truly unwise to be too high-profile now. The message from the authorities was simple, and they had laid all their cards on the table.

As a martial artist, you had three choices. You could hide in the mountains to cultivate quietly and confine your conflicts to your own circles. You could serve the country, obeying all commands and arrangements. Or you could act with a low profile, not disrupting the balance and stability of modern society.

Act too ostentatiously, and you would be dealt with.

...

...

When he was still a dozen meters from the ground, Sun Zhe finally couldn't hold on any longer. The Yin Yang Wings on his back collapsed and vanished in an instant. The moment they began to fall, he decisively turned and embraced Leng Yueshuang, using his own body as a cushion as they landed with a splash in the swimming pool.

After a long moment, the two of them climbed out of the pool and sprawled on the edge, gasping for air.

As he caught his breath, Sun Zhe suddenly burst into laughter. He stood up and looked at the night sky, his heart filled with the joy of surviving a near-death experience.

"Shuang'er, I really owe you for this one... Thank you."

Leng Yueshuang slowly stood up. Looking at the incredibly disheveled man before her, a smile crept onto her face as she asked, "So, how do you plan to thank me?"

Sun Zhe thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing... Let go!" Leng Yueshuang flailed her small fists, lightly pounding his shoulder.

Sun Zhe slowly released her. He gripped her shoulders, stared into her eyes, and said, "President Leng, you saved my life. With no other way to repay this debt, I can only offer myself to you."

At his words, Leng Yueshuang grew quiet. She turned her face away as a blush slowly crept up her cheeks.

Sun Zhe stared at her, mesmerized. He suddenly felt that all the scenery in the world couldn't compare to the rosy glow on her face.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, that captivating blush vanished, replaced by a deathly pallor. Leng Yueshuang's delicate body suddenly trembled, and her long, slender legs seemed unable to support her weight as she slowly swayed backward.

Sun Zhe's eyes widened, and he hurriedly reached out to catch her in his arms. "Shuang'er, what's wrong?!"

Leng Yueshuang shivered in his embrace. She parted her pale lips, her voice weak and pained. "Get my phone... Contact Wang Feng."

...

About ten minutes later, Wang Feng used the phone's location to find Sun Zhe and Leng Yueshuang.

Sun Zhe carried Leng Yueshuang into the car and said urgently, "Feng, to her house! Now!"

Knowing the situation was urgent, Wang Feng didn't say a word and slammed his foot on the accelerator.

...

Inside the SUV speeding down the bustling city street, Wang Feng kept glancing at Leng Yueshuang in the rearview mirror. "Mr. Sun, how is President Leng?" he asked worriedly.

Sun Zhe held Leng Yueshuang's wrist, his expression grim. "The situation is a bit tricky. We need to find a quiet place to heal her."

Hearing this, Wang Feng slammed the pedal to the floor. "Don't worry, Mr. Sun! We'll be at President Leng's place soon!"

Sun Zhe held Leng Yueshuang tightly, as if trying to transfer his own body heat to her. "Feng, go as fast as you can, but be careful."

Wang Feng nodded, then changed the subject. "That night, if I had stayed, I would have been useless. Worse, I would have just been a burden to you. It's a good thing you knocked me into the water, Mr. Sun. That's how I was able to escape and notify President Leng. Mr. Sun, you have no idea. When President Leng heard you were in trouble, she was beside herself, mobilizing all her resources..."

"Wang Feng, shut up!"

Before he could finish, Leng Yueshuang suddenly spoke. Clutching her chest, she gritted her teeth and said, "My affairs are none of your concern."

Wang Feng flinched in fright and immediately fell silent. Suddenly remembering something, he spoke up again. "Oh right, Mr. Sun. After I escaped that night, I also contacted Ms. Zhu."

Sun Zhe's heart sank. "Why did you contact her?"

Wang Feng smiled. "I told Ms. Zhu that you were going on a business trip for a few days to a remote mountain area. I said your phone might not have a signal, so she shouldn't worry about you."

Hearing this, Sun Zhe let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Feng."

Wang Feng chuckled. "You should be thanking President Leng. It was her idea. She knew your family would worry if you didn't come home for a few days."

At these words, Sun Zhe turned abruptly to look at Leng Yueshuang, wanting to thank her. But Leng Yueshuang had already closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

...

Soon after, Wang Feng pulled up to Leng Yueshuang's apartment building.

"Alright, Mr. Sun, you go on and heal President Leng. I'll go take care of the fines."

Sun Zhe, cradling Leng Yueshuang in his arms, asked curiously, "What fines?"

Wang Feng's face was a mask of bitterness. "We were speeding the entire way and ran so many red lights. My driver's license is probably toast. I'll have to get a new one."

"In that case, get one for me too," Sun Zhe said.

"A small matter!"

"Ah, it hurts... It really hurts..."

Just then, Leng Yueshuang let out a painful moan from Sun Zhe's arms, as if reminding him to hurry upstairs. This lady is about to die, and he's not rushing to heal me? Instead, he's got the time to chat about driver's licenses!

...

In the spacious and luxurious living room, Sun Zhe keyed in the password, carried Leng Yueshuang inside, and laid her on the sofa before immediately starting to remove her skintight jumpsuit. He noticed her body was ice-cold and even radiating a chill; there were ice crystals on her eyelashes.

This was obviously caused by Yao Rao's earlier palm strike.

In a matter of moments, Leng Yueshuang was completely exposed before Sun Zhe's eyes. However, he was in no mood to admire the beautiful sight. His mood sank to rock bottom as he stared at the dark palm print on her chest.

Using his Yin Yang X-ray Vision, he could see a strange True Qi flowing through Leng Yueshuang's body, destroying her Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

Sun Zhe took a slow, deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. "Do you have any silver needles at home?"

Leng Yueshuang lay weakly on the sofa. "No," she said faintly.

Sun Zhe gritted his teeth and made a snap decision. "Since there are no silver needles, then I have no choice but to pierce you with my big stick."

Hearing this, Leng Yueshuang's beautiful eyes flickered, as if she understood his meaning. "What... What are you going to do?"

Sun Zhe began taking off his own clothes. "You need to absorb my Yang Essence to dispel the Cold Yin True Qi in your body. To do that, I have to pierce you with my big stick."

"..."