Chapter 817 - 789: Visitors from Changwu Pavilion!

Wu Zheng and his party returned angrily, and only after a long time did Zhu Yan and the other women come to their senses.

Han Xinyue looked at Sun Zhe with an expression as if she had seen a ghost, and asked: "What did you just do? That was a Nascent Soul Realm peak, rumored to be almost reaching the legendary Spirit Gathering Realm!"

"Cutting off an ear just because of a disagreement; really, there’s no one quite like you."

Sun Zhe shrugged, stood up, and said: "Alright, alright, just drink your wine."

Han Xinyue pouted and said nothing further, but inside she had gained complete confidence.

Although she did not know how strong Sun Zhe’s cultivation was now, she was sure that Sun Zhe’s strength was definitely above the Nascent Soul Realm!

At this moment, she was very grateful for the choice she made back then.

Back then, she chose to pledge all the assets of the Jade Fox Sect to Sun Zhe, because she saw Sun Zhe’s potential and wanted to depend on him.

Now it seems, this choice was indeed the right one!

"Sect Leader is so mighty, from now on Xinyue will cling to your thigh. Come, Xinyue offers you a toast."

Sun Zhe raised his glass and drank it all, then took Zhu Yan’s hand, "You all drink first, I’m going to talk with Yan’Er about something."

Hearing this, the women all smiled knowingly and said nothing.

Thus.

Under the curious gaze of the women, Zhu Yan, with cheeks blushing red, was pulled by Sun Zhe into a nearby tent to "talk about something."

Within a few minutes.

Inside the tent came Zhu Yan’s suppressed cries of "pain."

Han Xinyue snorted softly, "Really, so shameless."

Jiang Yushu laughed and said, "Our Pavilion Master is wonderful in every way, just sometimes shameless."

Chen Ruoyi had a mysterious look, "Hey, Vice Pavilion Master, how long do you think Sister Yan can hold out?"

Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue rolled her pretty eyes, "You’d better ask the Palace Master and your Sister Yu Shu, I don’t know how strong the Pavilion Master is."

Hearing this, Jiang Yushu couldn’t resist giving her a big eye-roll, "Nonsense, it was you who got it the worst from the Pavilion Master. We all know clearly how you originally clashed and became acquainted with him."

Han Xinyue’s pretty face turned bright red with anger as she stomped her foot, "Oh, oh, drink your wine."

Lin Shuqing smiled gently and suddenly suggested, "How about letting Xinyue go next, let her taste the Pavilion Master’s strength."

"..."

Because they were all so familiar, too familiar to be more familiar, Sun Zhe didn’t care about the discussions outside the tent of the few women with bold words; he only focused on his bold actions.

At the moment.

Inside the tent, which wasn’t spacious.

Zhu Yan lay on the waterproof mat, with her outdoor cargo pants pulled down to the ankle by Sun Zhe.

Sun Zhe was kneeling in front of her, one big hand grabbing her ankles to lift her legs high, the other holding her knees together, attacking fiercely and relentlessly.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

"Ah ah... you little rascal, slow down."

Faced with Sun Zhe’s powerful and heavy attacks, Zhu Yan kept shaking her head and pleading softly for mercy, biting her snow-white teeth into her hand, trying hard not to make a sound but her nasal cavity kept emitting suppressed moans.

Sun Zhe suddenly stopped his advances, exhaled lightly, and looked down at the white cream accumulating in the black fur, pretending to be fierce, "Will you still dare to hit me?"

"Ugh... no more, husband. I was just gently punching a few times."

Zhu Yan hurriedly shook her head, looking pitiful.

Sun Zhe had a wicked smile, "Pretending to be pitiful won’t work, if you make a mistake you have to be punished!"

...

About forty minutes later.

Sun Zhe walked out of the tent refreshed.

Seeing him come out, the four women around the outdoor folding table drinking and chatting, Han Xinyue, Lin Shuqing, Jiang Yushu, and Chen Ruoyi, immediately fell silent, each appearing exceptionally obedient and docile.

Sun Zhe’s gaze exchanged among the faces of the four women, finally locking onto Lin Shuqing.

"Fairy Lin, want to come over and talk about something?"

Lin Shuqing’s pretty face flushed red, knowing she was going to be sorted out, she cast a pleading look toward Han Xinyue.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk with Sun Zhe; on the contrary, after being empty for so long, she couldn’t wait to meld with Sun Zhe. It’s just that she was always shy; in this environment, she felt embarrassed to talk about anything, afraid she might lose control later letting others hear the conversation.

After all, being the Palace Master of Jiewu Palace, she had to maintain some dignity in front of others.

"Steward Chu, that kid is right here!"

Just as Sun Zhe was about to change his target, an angry elderly voice suddenly came from outside the camp.

Following the sound, they saw the person was Wu Zheng!

Beside Wu Zheng was an elder in a blue gown.

That elder in a blue gown had an extraordinary bearing; even Wu Zheng was bowing and scraping, indicating his status was very unusual.

In addition, Sun Zhe recognized a few familiar faces; upon closer inspection, he realized it was the senior elders from the Nascent Soul District in the underground martial arena—the Elder Qi Feiying from the Qi Family, Grandmaster Tianyun, Madman Zhang, and Poison Sword Master Old Man Meng.

Sun Zhe glanced at the four women and laughed: "Looks like you four have lucked out today."

Han Xinyue seemed to recognize that blue-gowned elder, suddenly becoming a bit nervous, hurriedly rose to stand beside Sun Zhe, and whispered, "At such a time, still joking around."

Sun Zhe casually smiled, secretly observing the elder in the blue gown, "Don’t worry, with me here, I’ll bear it if the sky falls."

"..."

While the two were whispering, the elder in the blue gown had led a large group of people into the camp.

The elder in the blue gown suddenly flashed, appearing in front of Sun Zhe as if by teleportation, coldly saying: "Are you that infamous Conical Hat Hero?"

Sun Zhe asked: "May I know who you are?"

The elder in the blue gown snorted coldly and said gravely: "I am Chu Chenglong, leading the Hua Country Martial Artists to explore the Outer Wilderness, and I am responsible for the team management!"

Sun Zhe chuckled, "So, you hold a significant position."

"Why, are you here to demand justice on behalf of the Sect Master of the Celestial Blade Sect?"

At this point, Wu Zheng suddenly roared, his head wrapped in bandages: "You brat, stop being arrogant! Steward Chu is here, how dare you behave rashly!"

"You previously killed my brothers and severed my ear, surely you should give an explanation for this?!"

Chu Chenglong stared at Sun Zhe, his eyes cold, intending to see Sun Zhe’s face clearly, but for some reason, it always seemed blurred to him.

"Take off the conical hat, I want to see who you really are!"

Sun Zhe replied straightforwardly: "Don’t want to."

Upon hearing this, Chu Chenglong’s eyes darkened, as a first-level Spirit Gathering Realm aura erupted from him, instantly causing a gust of wind to upturn the tents and tables in the camp.

"Stop acting mysterious, today I will surely find out who you are!"

"As a Hua Country Martial Artist, yet killing compatriots in a foreign land, what is your intention?!"

Sun Zhe’s face turned colder, motioning Han Xinyue and the others to retreat, then stepped up to Chu Chenglong and stood firmly, saying lightly: "Since words have come to this, I also want to ask Steward Chu... Previously when the Celestial Blade Sect bullies were oppressing men and women, where were you? Why didn’t you come out to uphold justice?"

"..."