Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

Chapter 506 - 490: Qingcheng Immortal

Xia Shiyue said it and then took action, grabbing Zhu Yan’s wrist and taking her into the night sky.

A white streak cut through the night sky of Yang City, disappearing into the distant horizon.

Somewhere on the outskirts of Yang City.

In the night sky

Xia Shiyue, who was flying at high speed using the "Wind Manipulation Technique," suddenly came to an abrupt halt, standing in mid-air as if on solid ground. She looked down at the buildings below and asked, "Is it here?"

Zhu Yan was still a bit dazed at this moment. Previously, she had been carried along by Xia Shiyue, with only the sound of the howling wind, as cold as a knife cutting against her, ringing in her ears, making her head buzz.

She reached up to rub her temples, and after scanning the area, she suddenly pointed to a cluster of buildings ahead to the left, "Aunt Xia, it’s over there!"

A short while later.

Xia Shiyue brought Zhu Yan down in front of a villa.

She could sense that there was still a faint fluctuation of True Qi lingering in the air here, indicating that there had been a confrontation in this area before.

The tightly closed villa gate was easily pushed open with a casual palm strike from her.

As soon as the two women stepped inside, a powerful voice came from the direction of the living room: "Who goes there?!"

Xia Shiyue stopped in her tracks, her gaze calmly fixed in the direction of the living room as she quietly released her Divine Sense to probe the surroundings.

Zhu Yan instantly recognized it as Qing Kui’s voice and softly said to Xia Shiyue, "Aunt Xia, this is the person who kidnapped me earlier. Ah Zhe must be here!"

Hearing this, Xia Shiyue’s eyes turned slightly cold as she stepped forward.

Zhu Yan looked at her back, feeling a full sense of security, and hurriedly followed.

Though she didn’t know Xia Shiyue’s true power, for some reason, she felt at ease standing with Xia Shiyue, as if even if the sky were falling, this woman would casually hold it up.

"Oh, Zhu Yan?"

"Why have you come back?"

At this moment, Ye Fei, covered in injuries and limping, walked out of the living room, standing on the steps with a mocking gaze at the two women.

"What’s wrong, can’t bear to leave me?"

His frivolous gaze briefly lingered on Zhu Yan before lighting up upon seeing Xia Shiyue, revealing an unabashedly wicked glint.

The beauty in front of him, in a white dress, was comparable to the Priestess, no doubt!

If the Priestess were a captivating Demoness, then the beauty in the white dress before him was a cool and ethereal fairy.

"Look at you, coming back and bringing someone along."

Ye Fei’s gaze was fixed on Xia Shiyue, as if he couldn’t look away, fantasizing about her falling into Qing Kui’s hands, stripped bare, hanging there for him to play with at will, showing a lewd smile.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Look at this figure, and those legs..."

In the face of Ye Fei’s jests and ridicule, Xia Shiyue ignored him, acting as if he were invisible.

Because in her eyes, Ye Fei was already a dead man.

"Honestly, I really envy that little bastard Sun Zhe, everywhere he goes there’s a bunch of beauties around him."

At the mention of "Sun Zhe," Xia Shiyue finally reacted, looking at Ye Fei coldly and asking, "Who are you cursing?"

Feeling her piercing gaze, Ye Fei couldn’t help but shiver, as if his very soul felt a burning pain, shrinking back instinctively.

At this moment, Qing Kui stepped forward and placed a hand on Ye Fei’s shoulder, sighing inwardly that the boy was either unafraid of death or utterly ignorant.

The woman before him was clearly no ordinary person, yet this fool dared to provoke her.

He pulled Ye Fei behind him, then stepped forward to face Xia Shiyue, appearing somewhat wary as he cupped his hands and asked, "This fairy visits late at night, may I ask your reason?"

He could sense that the woman before him exuded a mysterious and elusive aura, far surpassing the likes of Yao Rao and Sun Zhe, likely already at the Gathering Spirit stage!

Moreover, he had just been drained of blood by the Priestess and was in poor condition. If he acted rashly, he feared he might suffer a great loss.

Xia Shiyue asked, "Is Sun Zhe here?"

Hearing this, Qing Kui gently frowned, realizing this woman had indeed come for that reason!

Beside him, Ye Fei was still arrogant, laughing and saying, "What’s the matter, little girl, where did Sun Zhe..."

"Smack!"

But before he could finish his words, he was struck to the side by a slap from Qing Kui.

Then Qing Kui stepped forward, smiling and said, "This fairy, the person you’re looking for isn’t here, he left yesterday."

Xia Shiyue’s lips curled slightly as she watched Qing Kui and said, "I’ll give you one more chance to answer truthfully."

Sensing the killing intent in Xia Shiyue’s eyes, Qing Kui’s face suddenly darkened. He abruptly reached out to grab a large wooden chair and hurled it at Xia Shiyue.

Xia Shiyue stood still, her body surrounded by True Qi, and with a loud boom, the flying wooden chair immediately exploded into a shower of splinters in the air.

But in the next moment, Qing Kui’s towering and burly figure rushed forward swiftly, sending a punch!

With his ferocious punch, even the air resonated with a sonic boom!

"Die!"

However.

Before his fist could reach Xia Shiyue, a semi-transparent, glowing palm emerged from her and firmly struck his abdomen.

Under the enormous force, Qing Kui’s huge three-meter body spun backwards, crashing heavily into the wall.

The air suddenly turned silent.

Zhu Yan and Ye Fei were both dumbfounded.

Someone as strong as Qing Kui was taken down in just one move?

In an instant, Zhu Yan’s confidence soared.

But Ye Fei was weak at the knees, his face white as a sheet, feeling nothing but despair when recalling how he had just taunted Xia Shiyue.

"Ah—!"

At this moment, Qing Kui fell from the wall to the ground, letting out heart-rending screams.

Xia Shiyue’s aura rippled gently around her, her long hair flowing, as she walked leisurely toward Qing Kui in her heels, her legs wrapped in silk stockings.

"From the Beast Witch Sect?"

Qing Kui trembled with pain, clutching his abdomen with both hands, struggling and rolling on the ground, "The Great Sorrowful Heartless Palm, you... you are the Qingcheng Immortal?!"

At this moment, the only emotion left in his eyes was fear.

Xia Shiyue showed no expression, "I didn’t expect anyone would still remember my name."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her jade-like arm, palm facing down, and slowly pressed down.

A gigantic white palm miraculously appeared above Qing Kui’s head, descending with unimaginable power as she pressed downward.

It was like the Buddhist palm above Sun Wukong’s head!

Qing Kui immediately gritted his teeth and let out a hoarse scream, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

The invisible, terrifying pressure seemed to be crushing his bones!

"Priestess..."

"Priestess save me!"

Just as he cried out in despair, an eerie red mist suddenly enveloped him, inexplicably dispelling the palm image.

Then, the red mist quickly condensed into a blood-colored palm, flying toward Xia Shiyue.

Xia Shiyue remained calm, standing still, retracting and releasing her jade hand, sending out a white palm image in return.

With a loud boom.

The two palm images collided, causing the void to tremble. The entire villa cracked, collapsing in all directions, its pillars snapping one by one!

Xia Shiyue grasped Zhu Yan’s fragrant shoulder, gracefully retreating with her, landing gently.

"I was wondering who it was, turns out it was Palace Master Xia."

"..."