Romantic Medical Immortal

"Little brat, give up."

Yin Wujiang’s voice came from outside the cage, tinged with a bit of smugness, "You are not my opponents. Surrender quietly, and I may spare your lives."

"Dream on!"

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out, aiming straight for the throat of one of the puppets.

The blade severed the puppet’s neck, but it only paused for a moment before continuing to lunge at the two, its head tilted to one side, looking especially bizarre.

"It’s useless, puppets have no fatal weaknesses unless they’re completely shattered."

Feng Jiuge said solemnly.

Yang Cheng’s heart sank, completely shattered? That’s easier said than done!

These puppets’ bodies are reinforced by Evil Technique, harder than steel, requiring a large amount of True Qi to shatter them.

Meanwhile, they are trapped in the Blood Refining Cage, also needing to deal with its constantly shrinking confines, making the situation increasingly dangerous.

"Little brat, your talent is remarkable. If you wish to surrender to me, I can make you a disciple of the Blood Refining Sect, enjoying endless wealth and glory."

Yin Wujiang coaxed, "Otherwise, both of you will perish here today."

Of course, becoming a disciple of the Blood Refining Sect isn’t just a verbal agreement, it requires a ritual, which essentially means sacrificing one’s body to Yin Wujiang, becoming no different than a puppet.

Yang Cheng sneered, "Old Yin freak, do you think everyone is as utterly mad as you?"

Upon hearing this insult, a flash of anger appeared in Yin Wujiang’s eyes, "Refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Since that’s the case, I’ll turn you into puppets!"

He formed a sealing gesture with his hands, the Blood Refining Cage suddenly shrank faster, countless blood-red tendrils surged from all directions, tightly surrounding the two.

The two puppets took the opportunity to attack, their fists raining down on the light shield of the Sun Golden Wheel like raindrops.

The cracks on the shield increased in number, seeming ready to shatter at any moment.

Feng Jiuge’s face turned pale, her True Qi nearly depleted, yet she still gritted her teeth, transferring her last bit of True Qi to Yang Cheng.

"Yang Cheng, I can’t hold on much longer, you must escape, don’t worry about me."

Her voice was weak, tinged with desperation.

"Don’t say such things, I won’t abandon you."

Yang Cheng said, though his heart was full of indignant reluctance. They had made it this far, could they truly perish here?

Just then, a puppet’s fist pierced through the Sun Golden Wheel’s light shield, heading straight for Yang Cheng’s chest.

Yang Cheng didn’t have time to evade, only managing to sidestep, when another puppet swiftly attacked, clutching a long knife and charging at Feng Jiuge.

At this time, Feng Jiuge’s True Qi was severely depleted, unable to dodge. Yang Cheng rushed over to stand in front of her, the knife tip piercing his shoulder, blood immediately gushing out.

"Yang Cheng!"

Feng Jiuge screamed, tears immediately welling in her beautiful eyes.

She tightly embraced Yang Cheng, memories of their battles together flashed before her eyes. Perhaps dying alongside Yang Cheng might even be a form of happiness.

At that moment, the puppet withdrew the knife, blood spattered, landing on the puppet’s arm.

Hiss!!

The puppet’s arm suddenly emitted a burst of white smoke, producing a hissing corrosion sound, then began to melt.

The puppet was impervious to pain, trying to reach for Yang Cheng, but its entire arm dissolved at a visible speed, turning into a puddle of black water.

Yin Wujiang’s face turned drastically, staring in disbelief at this scene.

"This... how could this be!"

Yang Cheng was momentarily stunned, then realized that his blood had a suppressive effect on these evil entities!

Without hesitating, he smeared his hand with blood from his shoulder, also wiping some on Feng Jiuge’s hand.

The bodies of the two puppets began to melt extensively, like candles scorched by fire, quickly turning into puddles of black water.

"No!"

Yin Wujiang let out an angry roar, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Yang Cheng curled his lips into a smile, these puppets were born of Yin Qi, naturally restrained by the blood of the Pure Yang Dragon Physique, similarly, it should be able to deal with the Blood Refining Cage as well.

He immediately spread fresh blood on the Moon Golden Wheel, the blade gleamed red-green, stabbing towards the cage walls.

This time, the Moon Golden Wheel didn’t bounce back, instead directly slicing through the blood-red lines!

The suppressive power of the blood, combined with the sharpness of the Moon Golden Wheel, forcefully tore open a gap in the cage!

"Go!"

Yang Cheng grabbed Feng Jiuge’s wrist and rushed out through the opening.

Yin Wujiang’s face was livid, he tried to block, but just as he activated True Qi, a searing pain shot through his Dantian, nearly making him collapse.

Yang Cheng didn’t give him any chance to recover, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out again, aiming directly for Yin Wujiang’s face.

Yin Wujiang barely raised his hand to defend, but the Moon Golden Wheel, smeared with Yang Cheng’s blood, also had a suppressive effect on him.

The blade cut across his palm, leaving a deep gash, a burning pain emanating from the wound, black blood incessantly flowing out.

"You... who exactly are you?!"

Yin Wujiang stared at Yang Cheng, eyes full of shock.

His cultivation technique was wicked in nature, most vulnerable to Pure Yang Power, whereas the Pure Yang Qi contained in Yang Cheng’s blood was incredibly intense.

"Old Yin freak, I’m your ancestor!"

Yang Cheng sneered, the Moon Golden Wheel flew out again, giving Yin Wujiang no chance to recover.

Yin Wujiang gritted his teeth, enduring the searing pain in his Dantian, waving a hand, a jet-black mist surged from his palm, forming a black shield in front of him.

The Moon Golden Wheel struck the shield, emitting a piercing metallic clashing sound.

A crack appeared on the shield’s surface, although it didn’t shatter immediately, it wouldn’t hold for long.

Yin Wujiang realized he was no match for Yang Cheng, seizing the chance to take out a black sphere from his bosom, hurling it to the ground.

Bang!

The sphere exploded, a dense black smoke instantly pervading the entire chamber.

The smoke was pungent and sweet, with a fishy scent, causing dizziness.

"Poison!"

Feng Jiuge exclaimed, hurriedly holding her breath.

Yang Cheng activated the Sun Golden Wheel, the golden light shield protecting them from the toxic smoke.

However, once the smoke dispersed, Yin Wujiang had vanished without a trace.

"Escaped?"

Yang Cheng frowned, activating X-ray Vision to scan the chamber, but Yin Wujiang’s aura had completely disappeared.

"He must have used some kind of escape technique, the Blood Refining Sect has many evil techniques, including ones specifically for escaping."

Feng Jiuge said solemnly.

Yang Cheng looked at her, considering for a moment but deciding not to pursue.

Both of them were injured, his True Qi almost depleted, pursuing further might pose danger if Yin Wujiang had more tricks.

"Let’s retreat."

Yang Cheng supported Feng Jiuge, quickly rushing out of the basement.

Suspecting that by now the Gong Family must have taken Gong Yu to the hospital, they headed straight for the main building to search.