Romantic Medical Immortal

The door to the basement was wide open at this moment, and inside was a mess.

The Bronze Tripod had fallen to the ground, the blood pool was dry, and the floor was covered with black bloodstains and shattered porcelain pieces.

Yin Wujiang was nowhere to be seen, with only a puddle of black blood on the ground.

"Elder Yin!"

Gong Jian’s voice was trembling.

No one responded.

He walked into the secret room and found a torn eyeball next to that puddle of blood—it was Yin Wujiang’s left eye!

"Did Elder Yin... fail?"

Gong Lin’s voice also had a hint of tremor.

Gong Jian didn’t speak, his face ashen.

Yin Wujiang was his greatest reliance. If even Yin Wujiang couldn’t kill Yang Cheng, then their Gong Family...

"Dad, what do we do now?"

Gong Lin asked.

Gong Jian took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and gritted his teeth, "Let’s go back first and plan at length."

Unexpectedly, just as he returned to the main building, he found his home had been searched thoroughly. While the loss of gold and silver jewelry was inconsequential, critical contracts and the Family Head’s seal were also taken.

"Yang Cheng! I won’t let you get away with this!"

Gong Jian was furious, roaring in the house, angrily trashing the entire study room.

Meanwhile, at the Kong Family Villa.

When Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge returned to the villa, it was already past eight in the morning.

The two were covered in blood, their clothes tattered, but there was a hint of relief in their eyes.

"Yang Cheng!"

Kong Lingwen saw the two return and hurriedly went up to support Yang Cheng, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

"Just surface injuries, nothing serious."

Yang Cheng waved his hand, sat on the sofa, and took the water Kong Lingwen handed over, drinking half in one go.

Feng Jiuge sat beside him, her face pale, her wounds still oozing blood.

Hearing the commotion, Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue came downstairs to get the first aid kit to bandage the two. They had become quite adept at handling such situations.

"That old ghost from the Gong Family ran away."

Yang Cheng sighed, feeling quite unwilling, as he had almost managed to deal with him.

"Who’s the old ghost?"

Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue looked puzzled.

Yang Cheng then vividly recounted what had just happened.

"So, Yin Wujiang is still alive?"

Kong Lingwen asked with a frown.

"Alive, but severely injured, he shouldn’t appear again in the short term. However, it’s the Blood Refining Sect behind him that’s the real big problem."

Yang Cheng leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes. He vaguely felt that his father’s clock might also have an inextricable connection with the Blood Refining Sect.

"What is the Blood Refining Sect?"

Cheng Ruonan asked curiously.

Feng Jiuge explained, "A sect that specializes in using fresh human blood and souls to cultivate evil techniques; Yin Wujiang is a remnant of the Blood Refining Sect. He hid within the Gong Family to use their power to collect living humans for cultivation."

Kong Lingwen’s face turned somewhat pale after hearing this.

"So what do we do now?"

Cheng Ruonan asked.

"Heal first."

Yang Cheng opened his eyes, "I’m injured and need time to recover. The Gong Family shouldn’t act rashly for now."

"Besides, I obtained the Family Head’s seal and some critical documents from the Gong Family. With these in hand, it won’t be easy for Gong Jian to make a comeback."

He took out an ancient wooden box from his bosom, opened the lid, revealing the Ink Jade Token inside.

"Is this the Family Head’s seal of the Gong Family?"

Kong Lingwen picked up the token, examining it closely, with a smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Yang Cheng nodded, "Once my wounds heal, I’ll go settle the score with Gong Jian. I bet he’ll be on edge these next few days."

As night fell, Yang Cheng lay on the master bed, his wounds already treated. If they were ordinary wounds, they would have healed by now, but the ones inflicted by the puppet contained Yin Qi, requiring a few days of rest.

Kong Lingwen sat by the bed, holding a steaming bowl of chicken soup, bringing it to Yang Cheng’s lips, "Have some soup to nourish your body."

Yang Cheng opened his mouth, being tended to like a child, unable to suppress the smile at his lips.

Just after finishing the soup, Cheng Ruonan and Cheng Qiyue pushed the door open and walked in, both wearing only thin nightgowns, faintly revealing, especially enticing.

"What are you doing here?"

Kong Lingwen raised an eyebrow and asked.

"To help, of course."

Cheng Ruonan said matter-of-factly, "He’s injured, he needs dual cultivation to recover quickly, how can you handle it alone?"

Kong Lingwen blushed, giving her a glare, "Who said I was going to dual cultivate with him?"

"Then why are you blushing? Don’t forget what you said before Yang Cheng came back."

Cheng Ruonan chuckled, crawling onto the bed, close to Yang Cheng, looking up at Kong Lingwen.

Then Cheng Qiyue joined in, leaning against the other side of Yang Cheng.

"You said tonight the three of us should join forces to drain Yang Cheng dry!"

Cheng Ruonan whispered seductively, a light smile on her lips.

The three women surrounded Yang Cheng, one on the left, one on the right, and one in front.

Yang Cheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, feeling parched, a surge of desire rising up, "What are you..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Kong Lingwen interrupted him, blushing as she undid his buttons, "We’re helping you heal, don’t get any wrong ideas."

"Yeah, yeah, healing."

Cheng Ruonan giggled, her little hands already restlessly wandering over him, teasing Yang Cheng to the point of itching.

On the other side, Cheng Qiyue didn’t speak, just leaned down and kissed his lips.

A night of entanglement, endless spring scenes.

In the early hours, the commotion in the room finally quieted down.

Yang Cheng lay on the bed, holding a beauty in each arm, with Kong Lingwen lying on his chest, her long hair draped, covering half her face.

𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The three women were already exhausted and asleep; Yang Cheng’s wounds had recovered quite a bit, his True Qi surging, unable to sleep.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

Yin Wujiang had escaped, the threat of the Blood Refining Sect still lingered, and though the Gong Family was temporarily contained, that old fox Gong Jian would definitely not let it slide.

"What are you thinking about?"

Kong Lingwen suddenly spoke, her voice a bit hoarse.

"Did I wake you?"

Yang Cheng looked down at her, reaching out to brush her hair aside, her beautiful eyes showing a trace of fatigue and worry.

"No, I can’t sleep either."

Kong Lingwen got up directly, pulling Yang Cheng to go outside, since they couldn’t sleep, they might as well go outside to enjoy the moonlight.

Their bodies close together, Kong Lingwen spoke tenderly, "No matter what happens, I’ll be by your side."

Yang Cheng’s heart warmed, and he pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you, Lin Wen."

"Thank you for what, you’re my man, besides if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be in this predicament either."

After Kong Lingwen finished speaking, her cheeks blushed again, burying into his embrace without saying more.

Yang Cheng held her, feeling the warmth of her body, his unease gradually dissipating, and he leaned down to kiss Kong Lingwen’s lips.

No matter how many difficulties lay ahead, at least he had so many women genuinely by his side.