Romantic Medical Immortal

Yang Cheng frowned and cursed Gong Jian inwardly, thinking he was truly afraid of death.

He went around the corner of the wall, climbed over, and entered quietly, stealthily crossing the garden to the front of the small building in the backyard.

The building was still pitch dark, but the evil energy was even thicker than last time.

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, concealed his presence, pushed open the door on the first floor, and strode inside.

The hall was empty and had nothing inside.

He found the entrance to the secret chamber and descended the stairs.

The further down he went, the stronger the evil energy became, with the air permeated by a pungent smell of blood. When he reached the third underground level, a heavy iron door stood before him.

Yang Cheng closed his eyes, using his X-ray Vision to observe the scene inside. However, he couldn’t see clearly; he could only glimpse an old man in a black robe sitting cross-legged, an ancient Bronze Tripod placed before him, with eerie blue flames burning inside, emitting a bizarre glow.

The old man’s face was withered, his skin taking on an abnormal bluish-gray hue, with a ghastly green glint flickering in his eyes, making him look terrifying.

"Someone... is spying."

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a cold gleam flashing within them, as he exuded a fierce aura.

He waved his hand, and the flames in the Bronze Tripod leaped high, the eerie blue light illuminating the entire secret room as bright as day.

"Hmph, ignorant fool!"

The old man snorted coldly, raised his hand to form a spell, and black mist poured out from the Bronze Tripod, spreading outward from the secret room.

A moment later, the black mist dispersed, but the old man frowned.

"Vanished? Interesting."

He muttered to himself, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes, "It seems Zhonghai has an interesting little fellow."

Not far away, Yang Cheng activated the Snake Shedding Skill, disappearing in a flash, leaning against a tree, panting heavily, with sweat soaking his entire body, the pressure in his chest keeping his heart uneasy.

That scene just now was truly too dangerous.

If not for the Snake Shedding Skill, he might have ended up there.

"That old thing, who exactly is he?"

Yang Cheng murmured, a hint of dread in his eyes.

He originally thought with the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel, he could confront the Gong Family, but the old man’s strength far exceeded his expectations.

That evil force was even more terrifying than the Ghost Corpse of the Land of Extreme Yin.

"It seems I’d better plan for the long term."

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, calmed himself, and drove back to the Kong Family Villa.

...

Kong Family Villa.

Kong Lingwen was still awake, sitting in the living room waiting for him.

Seeing him return, she hurriedly went up to him, "How did it go? Are you alright?"

"I’m fine, just a bit tired."

Yang Cheng shook his head and pulled her into his arms, finally feeling somewhat at ease.

"Then get some rest early."

Kong Lingwen didn’t ask much, helped him upstairs, and they lay on the bed, but Yang Cheng couldn’t fall asleep.

Noticing his abnormality, she gently asked, "Yang Cheng, what are you thinking about?"

"Today, I had a brief skirmish with a master in the Gong Family, their strength is very strong. I have a feeling it might be related to my father’s disappearance."

Yang Cheng said solemnly.

"Back then, Uncle Kong suspected the Gong Family was up to some shady business. Today, I saw that person; the aura on them was so sinister, it even made me shiver. The Gong Family must have some earth-shattering secret."

Kong Lingwen’s heart sank as she spoke, "So your father might have discovered something and was silenced by the Gong Family?"

"If it was just silencing, there’s no need for them to capture my father, maybe... my father still has value to them."

Yang Cheng analyzed, knowing that fighting against the Gong Family wouldn’t be easy, but regardless of whether his father was dead or alive, he must find him.

"Then what should we do now?"

Kong Lingwen asked.

"For now, let’s not act rashly. Once I figure out the details of that old man, I’ll figure something out. For now, it’s not time to tear face with the Gong Family."

Kong Lingwen nodded, snuggling closer to him.

With Soft Jade in his arms, Yang Cheng’s mind started to wander, the atmosphere gradually becoming intimate.

Meanwhile, Kong Lingwen reached out and gently stroked Yang Cheng’s chest, murmuring, "Yang Cheng, were you scared just now?"

"A bit."

Yang Cheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.

"Then now, let me help you relax a bit."

Kong Lingwen smiled slightly, turning over to press herself against him, lowering her head to kiss his lips.

Yang Cheng responded to her kiss, his hand roaming over her body, reaching her soft chest, pinching the buds, causing Kong Lingwen to moan softly.

Just as they were about to get more intense, Yang Cheng’s phone suddenly rang, breaking the enchanting atmosphere.

Kong Lingwen frowned, panting as she spoke, "Don’t answer it, I really want it."

"Don’t worry, I’ll satisfy you soon."

Yang Cheng coaxed gently, picking up the phone to answer.

"Yang Cheng... help me..."

Feng Jiuge’s weak voice came through.

Yang Cheng’s face changed, quickly asking, "What happened?"

"I... I’m injured, at the abandoned factory in the north of the city..."

Feng Jiuge’s voice grew weaker until it disappeared.

"Feng Jiuge! Feng Jiuge!"

Yang Cheng called a few times without response, quickly hung up and started dressing.

"What happened?"

Kong Lingwen asked.

"Something happened to Feng Jiuge, I’m going to find her, wait for me at home."

Yang Cheng finished speaking, hurriedly leaving the room.

...

Northern city, abandoned chemical factory.

Yang Cheng drove over, arriving after two in the morning, the area around the factory was pitch black, with the air filled with a pungent smell.

He activated his X-ray Vision, scanning through the factory, quickly locating Feng Jiuge’s position.

She was in a room on the third floor of the factory, sitting against the wall, covered in blood, breathing weakly, looking seriously injured.

Yang Cheng rushed into the factory, taking three steps at a time up to the third floor.

He pushed open the room door and was hit by a strong smell of blood.

Feng Jiuge sat against the wall, face pale, her black fighting suit torn in several places, exposing the wounds inside.

The most serious was on her shoulder, a blood hole still bleeding, clearly a gunshot wound.

"Feng Jiuge!"

Yang Cheng rushed over, crouching down to check her injuries.

Feng Jiuge struggled to open her eyes, seeing it was him, she sighed in relief, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "You came."

"Don’t talk, let me handle your wounds."

Yang Cheng took out Silver Needle from his pocket, quickly pricked several spots to stop the bleeding, then took out golden sore medicine and bandages from his backpack to start bandaging her.

"How did you get injured like this? Who did it?"

Yang Cheng asked as he dressed her wounds.

"I don’t know... three people, masked, very strong..."

Feng Jiuge gritted her teeth, a flicker of hatred in her eyes, biting her words, "They stole the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum."