Romantic Medical Immortal

"As soon as Kong Lingwen left home, my mom became much more lucid. I suspect it was that wicked woman’s doing."

Kong Lingchuan was burning with anger, wishing he could kill Kong Lingwen, but he just didn’t have the strength right now.

Cao Ruibin snorted coldly, "That little bitch is quite vicious. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have spared her life. I’ll send someone to deal with her now."

After hanging up the phone, Kong Lingchuan finally returned to his room, satisfied.

...

Meanwhile, Yang Cheng was approaching Zhonghai City but suddenly stopped the car.

"What’s wrong? Why did you stop?"

Ni Qingyao asked, puzzled.

"There are nails on the road. It seems someone doesn’t want me to return to Zhonghai smoothly."

Yang Cheng smirked, his face full of disdain. Then, with a thought, he activated his X-ray Vision and scanned the surroundings, spotting a dozen people hiding on both sides of the road.

"Sending a few small fries like these to kill me? They must be underestimating me."

With that, he pushed open the car door and strode out.

"Come out, stop being cowards."

As soon as the words fell, there was a rustling sound in the bushes by the roadside, and more than a dozen people suddenly jumped out.

"Kid, we just want the woman’s life in the car. Hand her over, and I can let you go."

The bald man in the lead spoke straightforwardly, peering into the car and vaguely seeing a figure.

"What if I don’t hand her over?"

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The bald man looked coldly, drew a gun from his waist, weighed it in his hand, and said arrogantly, "If not, we’ll just have to kill you all. Anyway, we have plenty of lives on our hands, a few more won’t matter."

"Fine."

Yang Cheng nodded.

The people’s eyes were full of mockery, thinking he was scared and would have to give up the woman in the car for his own life.

The next second, a gust of wind rose around Yang Cheng, a red flash appeared in his eyes, and he slowly raised his hand, a dark red vortex forming in his palm.

Seeing this, the dozen or so people were all dumbfounded. The bald man was the first to react, immediately raising his gun and firing at Yang Cheng’s head.

With a ’bang,’ Yang Cheng remained unscathed, a red airflow directly enveloping the bald man.

His body stiffened, eyes fixed, his strong body weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Devouring Power could absorb the True Qi emitted by enemies during an attack and also absorb the Essence Qi from ordinary humans, but it would not be fatal.

Once enough was absorbed, Yang Cheng suddenly struck with his palm, sending the bald man flying. He spat blood and fell to the ground, dead.

The surroundings fell silent. The people looked at the bald man’s corpse, eyes full of fear. A few with weaker resolve were directly scared into wetting their pants.

They had been in this business for many years and had never seen such a bizarre event, looking at Yang Cheng as if seeing a ghost.

"Ah! He’s a monster! Run!"

Someone shouted, and everyone snapped back to reality, fleeing in a panic.

Yang Cheng knew these were killers with blood on their hands. Leaving them alive was a societal threat, better they became nutrients for the Devouring Power.

He waved his hand, several red streams burst from his palm, quickly entangling them.

The people who had run a few steps stopped abruptly, screaming in fear, "Let me go! Spare us!"

"Don’t kill me! We were just doing a job for money; we won’t dare again!"

No matter how they struggled and pleaded, Yang Cheng remained unmoved. The vortex in his palm surged, instantly draining the Essence Qi from the dozen people.

Their bodies weakened too much, collapsing on the ground, yet they still struggled to escape.

Yang Cheng frowned slightly, finding it inconvenient to deal with so many bodies, deciding to use his Poison Control Skill.

Grey streams gently fell on them, turning to nothing within moments, as if they had never existed.

Yang Cheng waved his hand, a gust of wind swept by, blowing the nails on the ground into the roadside bushes.

He casually returned to the car, softly asking, "Were you scared just now?"

"It’s fine. After being with you for so long, I’ve seen plenty. People like that deserve to die."

Kong Lingwen remained calm, indifferent to the sight of death.

Yang Cheng chuckled lightly and said, "Those people just now came to kill you, surely sent by Cao Ruibin."

"Cao Ruibin has some nerve trying to kill me!"

Kong Lingwen was quite surprised, then tensed with a sense of foreboding, quickly urging, "Since Cao Ruibin has targeted me, he might also harm my dad. Let’s hurry back."

Yang Cheng nodded, quickly started the car, and headed towards the old Kong Family residence.

An hour later, the car slowly came to a stop in front of the courtyard.

Wen Xu, the butler, was already waiting at the door. As soon as the car stopped, he stepped forward and opened the car door respectfully, "Miss, Mr. Yang."

Kong Lingwen nodded, quickly asking, "Is my dad home?"

"Sir has prepared a welcome dinner for you two and is waiting in the dining room."

As soon as the words were spoken, Kong Lingwen eagerly ran inside.

Wen Xu looked a bit helpless, said to Yang Cheng, "Mr. Yang, I’ll take you both inside."

Everyone went to the dining room. Kong Lingwen was the first to rush up to Kong Jingshan, looking worried, "Dad! Are you alright?"

"What could happen to me? You two have been out for so long, finally decided to come back,"

Kong Jingshan said with a cheerful smile, looking at Kong Lingwen with eyes full of affection.

Since the father-daughter pair resolved their issues, they had grown increasingly closer.

Having not seen his daughter for many days, Kong Jingshan was full of longing, feeling at ease upon seeing her safe and sound.

"Lin Wen, you’ve been talking to your dad and forgot about grandpa."

Elder Kong said a bit sourly, as Kong Lingwen used to have the best relationship with him as her grandfather, always visiting him first when coming home.

"Grandpa, how could I forget you! You look more spirited after all these days!"

Kong Lingwen happily stepped forward, holding Elder Kong’s hand.

At this moment, Yang Cheng and Ni Qingyao walked in, nodding slightly in greeting.

"Xiaochen, come quickly, sit beside me."

Elder Kong, who was very fond of this grandson-in-law, quickly motioned for him to sit closer, curiously asking about the person beside him, "Who is this with you?"

"Aunty Ni, this time out was to treat her illness."

Yang Cheng briefly explained, then smoothly sat beside Elder Kong, letting Ni Qingyao sit next to Kong Lingwen.

"Dad! Grandpa, this is also my godmother, from now on, she is family too."

Kong Lingwen introduced with a sweet smile.