Romantic Medical Immortal

In the depths of the secret chamber, Yin Wujiang curled up in a dark corner, with a bloody hole in his left eye. The blood had already coagulated into a black scab, a gruesome sight.

He sat cross-legged, forming seals with his hands, as the scarce True Qi within him flowed slowly, trying to suppress the severe injuries caused by the witchcraft backlash.

"Damn... you two little brats!"

Yin Wujiang gritted his teeth, the remaining right eye ablaze with a ghostly green fury.

He, a dignified Golden Core Realm expert, was actually wounded like this by two Foundation Establishment Realm juniors—this was an utter humiliation!

Even more alarming was that young man seemed to possess a strange power capable of restraining his cultivation technique.

While he was casting witchcraft earlier, he vaguely sensed the threat of that power, otherwise, with his cultivation, it would have been impossible to be backlashed to this extent.

"No, I must recover quickly..."

Yin Wujiang took out a black porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured out a dark red Medicine Pill, and swallowed it.

The pill melted instantly in his mouth, a sweet and fishy taste spreading throughout, before transforming into a warm stream of energy and flowing into his Dantian.

This was a Blood Refining Sect’s secret healing Medicine Pill, refined from the essence blood of living people. Though very effective, its side effects were severe, causing long-term users to gradually lose sanity and become bloodthirsty monsters.

But right now, he couldn’t afford to worry about that.

At this moment, faint footsteps sounded outside the secret chamber door.

Yin Wujiang abruptly opened his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashing through his right eye.

Those two juniors had actually tracked him down!

"Bang—"

𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The chamber door was kicked open, Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge walked in side by side, their momentum fierce, gazes falling upon them.

"Old bastard, hiding quite deep, huh!"

Yang Cheng looked around, his gaze landing on Yin Wujiang in the corner, a cold smile curling his lips, "What, weren’t you pretty arrogant? Why are you now hiding here like a dog that’s lost its owner?"

Yin Wujiang slowly stood up, his expression terrifyingly somber.

His left eye was a dark hole, still oozing blood, paired with the ash-gray skin and ghostly green right eye, he looked like a fiend climbing out of hell.

"Persistent as ever! Do you think injuring me lets you kill me?"

His voice was hoarse, with a touch of mockery, "The gap between Golden Core Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm is beyond your imagination."

"In your prime, we truly weren’t your match, but now, you’re severely wounded; how much strength can you still exert?"

Yang Cheng, unwilling to waste words, immediately activated the Sun and Moon Golden Wheel.

A golden light shield instantly enveloped him, the Moon Golden Wheel spinning swiftly in his palm, red and green lights interplaying vividly.

Feng Jiuge also drew her short blade, cold light flashing left and right.

The two advanced towards Yin Wujiang in perfect synchrony from front and back.

Yin Wujiang snorted coldly and herded a whiff of black mist from his palm, which transformed into countless black needles, shooting at the two like torrential rain.

Yang Cheng’s thoughts surged, and the Sun Golden Wheel’s golden light shield suddenly brightened, blocking all those black needles.

The needles hitting the shield produced crisp clinks, soon dissolving into black smoke and disappearing.

Seizing the moment, Feng Jiuge attacked from the side, her form flickering like a ghost, flashing beside Yin Wujiang in the blink of an eye, her short blade stabbing at his waist.

Yin Wujiang twisted out of the way, countering with a palm strike.

Feng Jiuge was prepared; she tapped the ground lightly, retreating swiftly, narrowly avoiding the strike.

But as she steadied, Yin Wujiang’s other hand came swinging over, fingers curved like hooks, aiming for her throat.

At that moment, the Moon Golden Wheel whistled forward, targeting Yin Wujiang’s face.

Yin Wujiang had no choice but to retract his hand, first slapping away the Moon Golden Wheel.

But that’s the opening Yang Cheng wanted; he dashed forward, unleashing the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm full force, the torrid palm wind carrying a destructive power straight towards Yin Wujiang’s chest.

Yin Wujiang had nowhere to hide and could only meet it head on.

Boom!

The two palms collided, the entire chamber trembled, the runes on the walls flickering erratically.

Yin Wujiang stumbled back several steps, his throat going sweet as he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

He gritted his teeth, stabilizing his breath and mind, but his ash-gray face looked even worse.

The injuries from the witchcraft backlash were graver than he imagined; every time he used True Qi, sharp pain emanated from his Dantian, like something tearing at his meridians.

"Old bastard, can’t hold on, huh?"

Yang Cheng spotted his anomaly, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

Yin Wujiang’s eyes flashed fiercely; just as he was about to speak, urgent footsteps suddenly echoed outside the chamber.

Two figures rushed in one after another, positioning themselves before Yin Wujiang.

They were a tall and short man, both clad in black attire, exuding a chilling aura.

"Elder Yin, are you alright?"

The tall man spoke, his gaze wary as he stared at Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge.

"I won’t die."

Yin Wujiang gritted his teeth, "Stall them for me, I need time to repair."

"Yes!"

The two responded simultaneously, then flashed left and right, launching themselves at Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge.

They were extremely fast, movement techniques evasive like eels, utterly slippery, impossible to pin down.

Yang Cheng furrowed his brow, the Moon Golden Wheel flying forth, aiming at the tall man.

Yet the man twisted his form, dodging the attack from the Moon Golden Wheel at an inconceivable angle, simultaneously clawing at Yang Cheng’s face.

Yang Cheng jerked his head aside, countering with a palm strike.

Yet that man’s body turned bizarrely, evading the palm wind, smoothly circling to Yang Cheng’s back, fingers curved like hooks, reaching for his heart.

"Watch out!"

Feng Jiuge shouted, her short blade stabbing forward, forcing the man back.

However, the short man seized the chance to attack from the side, kicking at her waist with no time to evade, she could only block with her arm.

Bang!

She was knocked back several steps, her arm painfully numb.

"Something’s off about these two."

Yang Cheng spoke sternly, his gaze fixed on those two elusive figures.

Though their strength wasn’t on par with Yin Wujiang, their movement techniques were extraordinarily flexible, their surprise attacks utterly relentless.

"Their cultivation technique is quite special, likely focused on assassination and surprise tactics."

Feng Jiuge flexed her numbed arm, a hint of solemnity in her eyes.

Once again they fought in a tangle, the echo of True Qi colliding unceasingly throughout the chamber.

The tall and short men’s teamwork was seamless, left and right, front and back, pressuring Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge into continuous retreat.

The angles of their attacks were cunning, always appearing in unexpectedly places, hitting once and retreating, never lingering, making it impossible to grasp their weaknesses.

"This won’t work! They’re stalling, waiting for that old thing to recover, then we’re in trouble."

Sweat beaded on Feng Jiuge’s forehead, anxiety gripping her heart.