Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

"Hahaha..."

Sun Zhe hugged Little Hebao with both hands and lifted her high, bursting into a joyful laugh.

Seeing Sun Zhe so happy, Little Hebao inexplicably felt happy too, flailing her arms and legs as she joined him in laughter.

Sun Zhe mused, "This windfall I’ve stumbled upon, isn’t it even bigger than the so-called big finds on those shopping live streams on certain short video platforms?"

Upon hearing this, Little Hebao tilted her head, her small face full of puzzlement, completely at a loss about what Sun Zhe was talking about, but still following him in laughter, looking adorably cute.

"This ’Spirit Crystal Treasure Dew Ganoderma’ is the real deal, I’ll take it first!"

Sun Zhe placed Little Hebao down and clasped his hands together in a gesture toward the ancient ganoderma.

Little Hebao looked at Sun Zhe with a naive expression, not understanding why he was bowing, but also folded her chubby little hands together to imitate him.

Then Sun Zhe carefully dug up the crystalized ganoderma and stored it in his Ring Space.

"Sister Long, reckon this plant’s level allows it to be cultivated in the ’Mother Medicine Rare Earth’?"

"Of course, Xiao Zhezi, I’m telling you, this thing is no less than Asking Path Lotus."

Sun Zhe pondered for a moment and said, "Then remember to let Yuening know to plant it after she’s done with the Askin Path Lotus and to cordon off a plot of land for my herbal farm."

"What do you mean your herbal farm? It’s our herbal farm!"

"Yes, yes! Our herbal farm!"

"..."

...

After discovering Little Hebao’s treasure-hunting divine skill, Sun Zhe’s capitalist side was revealed with abandon.

He didn’t even bother pretending, openly offering high-end sausages and meat snacks as payment to lower wage costs, thus employing Little Hebao to hunt treasures for him specifically.

With Sun Zhe’s current flying speed, it should have only taken three days to reach the Emperor’s Tomb.

But five days had slipped by.

By the time he reached the Emperor’s Tomb, more than twenty rare and precious medicinal herbs had been planted in the herbal farm in his Ring Space!

Any one of them could stir up a storm on the Outer Continent!

...

Sun Zhe coaxed Little Hebao for quite a while before sending her back into the Ring Space, then slowly folded the Yin Yang Wings on his back and glided down to land on a seemingly ordinary small hill.

"According to the map given by my aunt, this should be the Emperor’s Tomb without a doubt."

Examining the surrounding majestic mountains against the map and confirming it thrice over, Sun Zhe instructed Little Dragon Girl to wake the sleeping Long Youyou.

"Your Highness, do you think this place is the Emperor’s Tomb?"

Long Youyou’s Divine Sense Body left the Ring Space and reattached itself to the Flying Star Puppet, saying to Sun Zhe, "Yes, this is the place."

Sun Zhe’s heart leapt with joy; he immediately dispatched a wisp of Divine Sense to enter the Ring Space and awaken Leng Yuening.

The main purpose of his visit here was to find the Molting Clothes to cure Leng Yuening’s cancer!

As for Long Youyou and the Dragon Spirit Celestial Herb, they were purely incidental.

...

"Sun Zhe, are you nuts? All you do is exploit me all day!"

Unexpectedly, the moment Leng Yuening was awoken in the Ring Space, she vented her frustration.

"Anyway, I can’t move one bit right now!"

"Despite having a peak Nascent Soul cultivation, every day I’m reduced to digging the earth and planting herbs for you. I’m done with it; find someone else to experience this farm life!"

Faced with the CEO’s outburst, Sun Zhe couldn’t help but feel exasperated, momentarily too afraid to speak.

However, he understood that Leng Yuening had been exhausted from cultivating the herbal farm in the Ring Space for the past few days.

The abrupt change from doing nothing as a CEO to being a lineworker screwing bolts, such a drastic contrast would spark resentment in anyone.

"Um, Yuening... This time, it’s not about planting herbs; we’ve arrived at the Emperor’s Tomb."

Leng Yuening immediately froze, taking quite a while to respond, "Really?"

Sun Zhe nodded, "Absolutely!"

"Then let me tidy up before you let me out."

A moment later.

Appearing drowsy, Leng Yuening materialized before Sun Zhe, and at seeing the walking and talking Flying Star Puppet, she was startled awake and quickly hid behind Sun Zhe.

"Sun Zhe, what’s going on... Is your toy intelligent?"

Sun Zhe merely chuckled without replying, turned to the Flying Star Puppet, and asked, "Your Highness, what’s the plan to enter the Emperor’s Tomb?"

Dragon Youyou quietly released her Divine Sense, decrypting the array while saying, "The Emperor’s Tomb contains no diluted treasures, mostly burial items like gold and jade, which are useless to you."

She continued, "Buried here is an emperor from three thousand years ago. This emperor possessed half a True Dragon Bloodline and was favored by the Dragon Race."

Sun Zhe nodded, murmuring, "As long as we don’t need to turn it over, I’m fine with whatever tomb it is."

Dragon Youyou looked at Sun Zhe and said, "You mentioned wanting the Molting Clothes earlier; they’re likely found in his coffin, but take care not to damage his remains when retrieving the clothes."

Sun Zhe nodded, "Understood, I got it."

Suddenly, Dragon Youyou reached both hands forward, tightly gripping them as if grasping something invisible in the empty space.

Pulling outward, a spatial rift gradually tore open.

Seeing this, Sun Zhe was taken aback, "You can tear open the void with your bare hands, Your Highness, are you really this powerful?"

Dragon Youyou seemed not to hear him, calmly saying, "As for the Dragon Spirit Celestial Herb I require, it’s planted deep beneath the tomb by an ancestor of the Dragon Race. Retrieve the Molting Clothes first, then help me with that."

"Understood, I’ll fulfill what was promised to Your Highness."

Dragon Youyou instructed, "Go right in; there’s no need to destroy the tomb."

With that, she took a step into the spatial rift and vanished.

Sun Zhe glanced at Leng Yuening, took her hand, and followed closely.

Leng Yuening felt a bit anxious, whispering, "Hey Sun Zhe, who was the one speaking just now?"

Sun Zhe replied softly, "It’s hard to explain briefly; suffice to say, their origin is quite extraordinary, a senior far more exceptional than Sister Long."

Leng Yuening was surprised, "Even more powerful than Sister Long?"

"It’s Sister Long’s mentor."

"Oh... got it."

"..."

Entering the spatial rift, Sun Zhe felt an immediate darkness, unable to see his hand before his face, accompanied by an intense heat.

Without delay, he extracted the camping light from the Ring Space, and upon illuminating the area, discovered he was now in a spacious stone hall.

Dragon Youyou’s voice echoed through the darkness, "Retrieve the Molting Clothes first; I’ll search for a route to the underground."

After Dragon Youyou left, Sun Zhe handed the camping light to Leng Yuening, moving straight toward the coffin ahead.

Leng Yuening felt inexplicably tense, following him and asking, "Is this really the Emperor’s Tomb from three thousand years ago?"

Sun Zhe nodded, standing still by the coffin, his expression thoughtful.

Leng Yuening asked, "So inside this coffin lies the emperor from three thousand years ago?"

Sun Zhe replied, "If Her Highness didn’t get it wrong, then it surely is."

Leng Yuening remarked, "Honestly, this is my first time in a place like this; before, I only read about such situations in novels. What should I do... I’m really nervous... How about we take a look around for some mechanisms?"

Sun Zhe disagreed, "There’s no need for that; we’re not here for archeology nor do we have the expertise for it. Let’s just get the Molting Clothes straight away."

"..."