Romantic Medical Immortal

After the Porcelain Doll’s chest was pierced, a stream of dark red liquid flowed out, with the bloody runes on it surging, making it a chilling sight.

Gong Yu sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, full of suspicion in his tone, "All this hocus-pocus, if he really had any skill, why not start by curing my illness?"

"Having been with the Gong Family for so many years and achieved nothing, could he be pretending?"

Gong Lin persuaded, "Let’s see first, if there’s no real skill, we’ll think of another way."

Gong Jian spoke, "This Elder Yin is definitely a master. As long as he is willing to make a move, along with our family’s few cultivators, Yang Cheng will have nowhere to die!"

Just as he finished speaking, Gong Yu sneered, "Is poking a broken doll enough to deal with Yang Cheng? I think he’s just a fraud. Rather than wasting time here, why not gather all the Gong Family and kill him directly..."

Before he could finish, the image of Yin Wujiang suddenly raised his head, and his eerie green eyes seemed to penetrate the screen, staring directly at Gong Yu.

Gong Yu shivered, instinctively wanting to retreat.

Right then, his abdomen suddenly throbbed with pain, like something was twisting inside.

"Ah—!"

Gong Yu screamed, tumbling from the wheelchair, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

"Xiaoyu! What’s wrong with you?"

Gong Jian’s face changed drastically as he hurriedly crouched to support him.

"My stomach hurts, it feels like a knife slicing me."

Gong Yu wailed, Gong Lin was startled and was about to call a doctor when the door of the control room suddenly swung open with a "bang", letting a chilling wind blow in.

The three of them simultaneously looked up, only to see Yin Wujiang standing at the door, his withered face without any expression, his eerie green eyes coldly staring at Gong Yu.

"Yin... Elder Yin..."

Gong Yu was terrified, his face pale, scrambling backward.

Yin Wujiang didn’t look at him, instead, he looked at Gong Jian, his voice hoarse like nails on a chalkboard.

"Gong Jian, keep your son in check, next time there’s disrespect, there won’t be leniency."

His voice was soft, but each word struck Gong Jian’s heart like a heavy hammer.

"Yes, yes, Elder Yin, calm your anger. My son is clueless, I’ll make sure to discipline him."

Gong Jian nodded repeatedly, cold sweat flowing down his forehead.

Yin Wujiang snorted coldly and turned to disappear at the door, the chilling aura in the control room gradually dissipated, as did the severe pain in Gong Yu’s abdomen.

He slumped on the ground, his body drenched in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper, narrowly escaping death.

A moment later, the screen’s image disappeared, evidently, Yin Wujiang had long been aware of the surveillance, but hadn’t cared, and since Gong Yu angered him, he banned being spied on.

Gong Jian helped Gong Yu up, put him back in the wheelchair, and said solemnly, "Xiaoyu, don’t say what you shouldn’t say, you just need to know that Elder Yin is a benefactor to our Gong Family, if you speak recklessly again, even I won’t be able to protect you."

"I understand."

Gong Yu replied with a trembling voice, his whole demeanor weak.

Watching her father and brother’s reactions, a hint of contemplation flashed in Gong Lin’s eyes.

She was a smart person and from the scene just now, she could tell that the elder named Yin Wujiang indeed possessed abilities beyond ordinary understanding, but such people were uncontrollable, perhaps one day the Gong Family could face a backlash.

...

Kong Family Villa.

Yang Cheng leaned on the sofa, his face pale, cold sweat on his forehead, continuous chest pain, as if something was slowly eroding his body.

Though he didn’t know the reason, he was sure someone was trying to harm him, otherwise his body would not be in such severe pain.

However, he had the Poison Control Skill, typical toxins didn’t affect him, and since he and Kong Lingwen ate the same things and were always together, if he was poisoned, why was Kong Lingwen unharmed?

"Yang Cheng, what’s wrong with you?"

Kong Lingwen sat beside him, holding his hand, eyes filled with worry.

Just then, Feng Jiuge hurriedly came downstairs, she stirred her True Qi, revealing a golden glow in her eyes, her face immediately changing drastically.

"It’s witchcraft!"

Yang Cheng took a deep breath, asked with effort, "Do you know what it is?"

Feng Jiuge quickly walked before him, examining his complexion closely, then placed a hand to his pulse, nodding, "It’s indeed witchcraft, an ancient curse technique causing tangible harm to the cursed through a medium."

"A medium?"

Yang Cheng frowned, his face unable to hide the pain.

"Photographs, hair, nails, blood, all can be media allowing the spellcaster to attack you through witchcraft."

Feng Jiuge explained.

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "It’s Gong Jian, that old thing obtaining my photo wouldn’t be hard. Apparently, the Dragon and Tiger Pill issue has been exposed, Gong Jian won’t spare us."

"This witchcraft is extremely vicious, if delayed long, you will die in agony as your organs fail."

"Is there any way to break it?"

Kong Lingwen urgently asked.

After a few seconds of silence, Feng Jiuge looked up at Yang Cheng, said seriously, "You and I cultivate the same Cultivation Technique, with True Qi of the same origin, if we operate together, we should be able to break the hold of the witchcraft."

"To my room."

Yang Cheng uttered with difficulty, Feng Jiuge and Kong Lingwen immediately moved to support him upstairs.

Entering the room, he weakly spoke again, "Lingwen, wait downstairs, while the senior sister helps with treatment, it cannot be disturbed. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."

"Yang Cheng, be strong, you’ll surely be okay."

Kong Lingwen comforting Yang Cheng was also to reassure herself.

For her, Yang Cheng had been in danger countless times, yet she was unable to help, merely watching helplessly, feeling as though a large hand gripped her heart, painfully suffocating.

Meanwhile, in the room, Yang Cheng lay on the bed, his clothes soaked with sweat. Without energy to undress, he weakly said, "Senior sister, help me take off my clothes."

Yang Cheng was extremely weak now, like a lamb to the slaughter, Feng Jiuge’s cheeks reddened, kneeling by the bed to undress him.

The clothes clung to him and it took effort to remove them. Soon Yang Cheng was stripped bare, revealing a strong physique, with only underwear left.

Feng Jiuge helped him lean against the headboard, sitting opposite him, then both began operating the Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture.

Though the same Cultivation Technique, the difference in male and female body constitution made Yang Cheng’s True Qi fiercely vigorous, like a blazing sun, and Feng Jiuge’s True Qi graceful and prolonged, like a clear spring.

The True Qi converged within them without any repulsion, instead merging flawlessly like milk and water, showcasing the benefit of a common-origin technique.