Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

On the shore of the Dragon Pool.

With the Reverse Scale in hand, as Sun Zhe poured his Divine Sense into it, golden light suddenly flickered, and a voluptuous, fiery figure appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

This was exactly the puppet Long Youyou had mentioned before!

"This puppet... is kinda interesting."

Sun Zhe pinched his chin, sizing up the one-point-six-meter-something hot body in front of him. His expression gradually turned odd, and a meaningful smile crept onto his face.

For some reason, he felt a strange sense of familiarity toward this puppet, and suddenly had the urge to step up, strip off its clothes and skirt and take a good, close look.

The puppet’s body was flawless from head to toe, especially the face—so exquisitely beautiful it didn’t look real.

But in Sun Zhe’s opinion, this could only be described as "exquisite," not "absolutely stunning."

After looking it over, he gave Long Youyou’s Divine Sense Body a strange look. "Uh... so, Your Highness, this so-called puppet of yours is basically just a silicone doll, isn’t it? And the top-quality kind, worth several tens of thousands."

Long Youyou’s face was full of confusion. "What is a silicone doll?"

"Uh... it’s... well, something unique to my homeland... you could call it a kind of puppet too."

Sun Zhe answered evasively.

Long Youyou just found this guy inexplicable and had no idea what he was trying to say. She said flatly, "The puppet before you is made from the sap of the Flying Star Phoenix-Wu tree."

"The Flying Star Phoenix-Wu condenses only a little sap once every hundred years, and the Flying Star Puppet in front of you was made from the sap our clan’s ancestors collected over thousands of years. If driven by Divine Sense, it can exert the strength of a peak Spirit Gathering Realm cultivator."

Sun Zhe was taken aback. "A puppet has peak Spirit Gathering Realm strength? Impressive!"

Long Youyou said no more. She suddenly turned into a streak of golden light and merged into the Flying Star Puppet before him.

Moments later, light flickered in the previously lifeless eyes of the Flying Star Puppet, and it spoke: "But if My Palace’s Divine Sense is lodged within, it can barely exert the strength of around fifth or sixth level Soul Void Realm. More than enough to guide you in completing your Dao Principles."

At those words, Sun Zhe drew in a deep breath. "Let’s do it, Your Highness."

After observing him for a moment, Long Youyou said, "You already have the pure Medicinal Power transformed from the Yin Lotus of the Asking-Dao Lotus within your body. Now you only need to take the Yang Lotus."

Without another word, Sun Zhe directly took out the Yang Lotus of the Asking-Dao Lotus and swallowed it, chewing in big bites like a cow eating peonies.

Long Youyou said, "Your Pure Yang Holy Body will provide pure Yang Qi to hasten the maturation of the Yang Lotus. That will save quite a bit of time."

"Next, My Palace will use the Dragon Qi Moonqing left behind to suppress your Undying Body, then brutally destroy your flesh, tendons and bones, Dantian, and Divine Sense one and all. Only then can the Yin and Yang Qi of the Asking-Dao Lotus re-temper and refine you."

Just hearing this made Sun Zhe’s scalp go numb. He was about to speak when his body suddenly floated up out of his control, as if shackled by an invisible chain.

"Your Highness, I mean, can you at least go a little easy?"

Sun Zhe knew this was Long Youyou using some method to bind him, and tension flared up out of nowhere.

To have his body smashed and destroyed utterly from the inside out, then re-tempered and refined—he didn’t even dare imagine what kind of pain that would be.

"I can’t go easy at all!"

Long Youyou’s tone sank as she secretly exerted force. At once there was a crisp crack; Sun Zhe’s neck was snapped by an invisible power.

In just an instant, a bizarre force surged through his entire body inside and out like an electric current. His clothes and pants were pulverized to dust and scattered, his skin began to crack and peel away, turning into blood mist that drifted off.

In that moment, Sun Zhe genuinely felt like dying.

But at this point he couldn’t even manage a scream.

The indescribable pain was like boundless darkness. He was trapped within it, sinking without end, having completely forgotten the passage of time.

In that endless monotony and agony, he felt as if he’d already gone through an extremely long stretch of time, as if a thousand, ten thousand years had passed.

He had no idea how much time went by.

When Sun Zhe regained a sliver of consciousness and opened his eyes in the darkness, he suddenly saw two clumps of light racing toward him.

Like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw, he struggled with all his might, rushing toward the two clumps of light without caring about anything else. Only when he got close did he realize they were two lotus flowers.

...

On the shore of the Dragon Pool.

Looking at the dense blood mist swirling without dispersing ahead of her, Long Youyou’s expression was thoughtful.

"The Pure Yang Holy Body—something rarely seen in a thousand lifetimes. Let’s hope he can endure this and seize this creation."

Muttering to herself, she noticed that within that thick blood mist, an eerie aura of intertwining black and white began to emerge. She immediately focused and stood guard for Sun Zhe.

As a short time passed, that eerie black-and-white aura grew thicker and thicker, almost tangible. Petals quickly folded inward, soon drawing in all the blood mist Sun Zhe had become, condensing into a giant lotus ten meters across.

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...

Somewhere in the Outer Domain.

Within a grand and imposing ancient hall.

Qin Hong’s face was as pale as snow. Kneeling with trembling knees before the pair of lovers flirting at the front of the hall, he clutched his severed arm and sobbed hoarsely, "I beg the two Guardians to take action and slay that thief, to avenge our Qin Family’s ancestors!"

At the front of the hall.

The absolutely stunning woman in a white gauze dress slowly turned around. Her charming eyes rippled with light; with just one smile, Qin Hong felt his very soul being hooked away.

He forced his head up to look at that breathtaking woman, then hurriedly lowered it again, cold sweat instantly pouring down his whole body.

He’d only met that pair of beautiful star-like eyes for an instant, yet felt himself dragged into a cell; extreme loneliness, desolation, insignificance, and despair drilled into his body as if made real. Even without interrogation, everything about him had already been seen through by those bright, enchanting eyes.

"Old little man, at least you’re not throwing flowers around."

Qin Hong’s head was drenched in cold sweat as he lowered it and said, "This old one dares not deceive the Guardians."

The woman in the white dress turned her delicate body, like a startling swan, her white skirt twirling. That graceful, supple figure sat down on the luxurious seat with elegant, teasing charm. She smiled and said, "This concubine actually wants to go take a look and see who snatched away the Asking-Dao Lotus."

As she spoke, she looked toward the black-clothed man beside her and said in a coy voice, "Husband, I’ve been cooped up in seclusion for hundreds of years and I’m really bored. Why don’t we go play in the wasteland for a bit?"

The black-clothed man shook his head helplessly, gazing at his Dao partner with eyes overflowing with indulgence. "Since Yan’er wants to go, then we’ll go."

"Back then, the Qin Family’s ancestors saved me with a single pill, and I promised to guard the Qin Family’s Dao for five hundred years. Now that the Qin Family is in trouble, it’s only right that I lend a hand."

Hearing this, Qin Hong down below couldn’t help but be moved to tears and kowtowed heavily.

"Many thanks to the two Guardians!"

The black-clothed man no longer paid Qin Hong any attention. He bent down and gently scooped the white-dressed woman up from the seat in a princess carry, speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Yan’er, time to go back and cultivate."

The white-dressed woman pinched him irritably and complained in a soft, resentful tone, "You keep stuffing things in there all the time—how am I supposed to cultivate?"

The black-clothed man shifted the arm holding her legs a bit higher and chuckled. "You little vixen, how did your skirt get this wet? If your husband put the real thing in, wouldn’t we have a flood?"

"Ah, husband, you’re awful."

"..."