Romantic Medical Immortal

"Who are you people?"

The bodyguard’s face was serious, and he wanted to reach for the gun at his waist.

Yang Cheng did not answer, directly raising his hand to strike with a palm wind, and the bodyguard’s body flew out like a rag, crashing heavily to the ground, his head tilted and passed out.

"There’s someone trespassing in the Gong Family!"

At this moment, an alarm sounded not far away, startling the entire Gong Family.

Soon after, the guards of the Gong Family swarmed out, Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge’s strength was formidable, easily handling these ordinary people.

The opposition didn’t even get close, as they were repelled by the palm wind of the two, losing their combat capability.

"Yang Cheng! You still dare to come! You drugged me, causing a rift between my father and me. Now that you’re here today, leave your life here!"

Gong Jian brought Gong Yu and a group of people forward. Upon seeing this culprit, Gong Jian’s eyes turned red, wishing he could rush up and tear him apart.

"Gong Jian, I wasn’t planning to kill you so quickly, but you had someone cast witchcraft on me, so don’t blame me for being ruthless."

Yang Cheng didn’t want to kill Gong Jian now; he still needed to find out his father’s whereabouts from him.

"Ha! Such arrogance! I, Gong Jian, can hold the top position in Zhonghai’s greatest family, how could I not have a few skilled people under me? Since you seek death, I will oblige!"

As soon as the words fell, several shadows sprang out from the side, their guns aimed at Yang Cheng’s head.

Gong Jian had long anticipated Yang Cheng’s arrival, thus he had already laid an intricate trap throughout the estate. He certainly didn’t expect these ordinary people to kill Yang Cheng, but causing him some trouble was sufficient; he also had several cultivators and the powerful Elder Yin. In short, he was absolutely confident he could kill Yang Cheng today.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Gong Yu’s gaze wandered over Feng Jiuge, then looked at Yang Cheng, gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard, you have good fortune with women, always surrounded by them. After I kill you, I’ll capture the women around you and have them serve me on their knees every day!"

Yang Cheng remained unruffled, knowing that Gong Yu, this waste, could only boast.

Gong Yu was feeling proud, but suddenly saw Yang Cheng approaching him, and his face changed with fear, "Quick, shoot him! Kill this little bastard!"

His fear of Yang Cheng was ingrained in his bone marrow; just seeing him would cause anxiety.

Yet, after his words fell, no one fired a shot. They remained in place, maintaining their previous poses.

Gong Jian and Gong Yu belatedly realized something was amiss, and upon close inspection, found that all the guards around them had faces turning gray, then started collapsing one after another, their bodies seemingly melting, gradually dissipating.

Already upon entering the estate, Yang Cheng had secretly employed his Poison Control Skill, and his control area had expanded, leaving no one unscathed.

Gong Jian’s eyes widened, quickly blowing the whistle in his mouth, and then the Hidden Guards emerged from the shadows, all gathering around the Gong Family father and son for protection.

Yang Cheng paid no attention to them, exchanged a glance with Feng Jiuge, and the two charged forward together.

Feng Jiuge covered him, while he directly charged at Gong Yu, like a demon from hell.

Seeing Yang Cheng getting closer, Gong Yu was too scared to scream, then felt intense pain spreading through his body, as he was flung away.

"Ah!!"

A chilling scream echoed, Gong Yu lay on the ground like a dead dog, Yang Cheng didn’t spare him, kicking his crotch to cut off any hope of being a man.

The scream grew even more tragic, and Gong Yu fainted with eyes rolling back.

"Xiaoyu!"

Gong Jian roared, his eyes filled with rage.

This son was already extremely frail, and now he’s probably running out of time; all his hopes were pinned on the child in Su Xiaowan’s womb.

"Attack, whoever kills Yang Cheng will be greatly rewarded!"

Gong Jian shouted angrily, like a furious lion.

As his words fell, three figures suddenly appeared from the corner, the very cultivators trained by the Gong Family.

Seeing the arrivals, Feng Jiuge’s gaze instantly became sharp, radiating intense killing intent, gritting her teeth, she said, "These three are the ones who severely injured me, robbing the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum."

"So that’s it, no wonder they’re shameless dogs trained by the Gong Family, just like Patriarch Gong. In that case, let’s settle new and old scores together today!"

Yang Cheng smirked coldly, a fierce chill also emanating from his eyes.

The three before him were all Foundation Establishment Realm, highly cooperative; even a Golden Core Realm cultivator wouldn’t beat them.

They too recognized Feng Jiuge, chuckling, "So it’s you! Last time you ran fast, we couldn’t catch you!"

"I’ve dreamt of you these past days, today you come to us willingly, seems we’ll have fun later; let’s see which brother gets her pregnant!"

The trio laughed lasciviously, their eyes greedily lingering on Feng Jiuge, focused on her prominent chest.

"Courting death!"

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from Yang Cheng’s side, drawing a crescent in the air, directly severing the speaker’s neck.

The man who was laughing lasciviously moments ago, now frozen-faced, his head fell ’thud’ to the ground, blood gushing out.

"Third brother!"

The remaining two first felt shock, then fury as they stared at Yang Cheng, simultaneously lunging at him.

"I’ll kill you!"

Their bodies brimming with True Qi, dense killing intent; but to Yang Cheng, it was child’s play.

"Overestimating your abilities!"

Yang Cheng sneered, a slight move of his mind, the Moon Golden Wheel shot out again, yet it didn’t end their lives like before but instead left dozens of wounds on them, all avoiding vital areas.

Their outfits were also sliced apart, with blood continuously seeping from the injuries, adding pain, but more importantly, humiliation.

Their feet halted, realizing their sorry state, breaking out in cold sweat, not expecting such a vast gap between themselves and Yang Cheng.

When they looked up again, Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge were nowhere to be found, clearly indicating the opponent didn’t regard them at all.

Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge didn’t want to waste time on these small fry; delaying could give the old guy time to recover.

Entering the basement, they found Yin Wujiang gone, the secret chamber was a mess, the blood pool in the Bronze Tripod completely dried up, only leaving a dark red residue at the bottom, with shattered porcelain pieces all over the floor.

"He’s severely wounded."

Feng Jiuge whispered, cautiously observing the surroundings.

Yang Cheng bent down, picked up the fragments, then looked at the nearby nails, immediately understanding that the old guy used these to cast witchcraft on him.

The old guy was seriously injured, definitely nearby; they needed to find him quickly.