Romantic Medical Immortal

Yang Cheng knew time was of the essence, but the movement techniques of these two people were truly too strange. Every time he wanted to focus his attack on one, the other would attack from behind, forcing him to split his attention to deal with it.

"Senior sister, cover me!"

He shouted in a low voice, activating the Sun Golden Wheel to expand the golden light shield to its maximum size, while the Moon Golden Wheel spun rapidly by his side, forming an impenetrable web of defense.

Feng Jiuge understood his intention, her figure flashing as she greeted the shorter man head-on, striking with both blades lethally, forcing him to focus all his attention on defending against her.

Meanwhile, Yang Cheng concentrated on attacking the taller man, unleashing one Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm after another, the scorching palm wind heating up the entire secret chamber.

Although the tall man had flexible movements, under such dense attacks, he gradually began to struggle.

His clothes were scorched by the palm wind, and a section of his hair was singed, making him look extremely disheveled.

After a brief exchange of blows, Yang Cheng’s eyes suddenly lit up. He discovered that every time the tall man changed his stance, there was a brief pause, the only flaw in his movement technique!

The Moon Golden Wheel flew out once again, this time Yang Cheng didn’t attack directly but deliberately revealed a flaw, luring the tall man to attack from his right side.

As expected, the tall man took the bait.

Seeing the opening on Yang Cheng’s right, he immediately flashed his figure, curving his fingers like hooks, aiming straight for Yang Cheng’s right flank.

But at the moment he launched his attack, Yang Cheng suddenly turned around, unleashing the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm with full force, striking his chest directly!

Boom!

The tall man let out a tragic scream, his entire body flying backward, crashing heavily against the wall, blood spurting wildly from his mouth.

Yang Cheng didn’t give him a chance, the Moon Golden Wheel followed closely, drawing an arc in the air, severing his throat.

"Big brother!"

The short man exclaimed in shock, a hint of terror flashing in his eyes.

Feng Jiuge seized the opportunity to attack from behind, her short blade stabbing into his heart, swiftly ending his life.

The two fell almost simultaneously, their blood staining the ground red.

Yin Wujiang looked at his two subordinates lying in a pool of blood, a trace of anger and unwillingness flashing in his remaining right eye.

These two had been with him for many years, loyal and steadfast, his most trusted left and right arms.

Now, they were gone just like that.

"You little bastards, you court death!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with deep-seated hatred.

Yang Cheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneering, "Old thing, don’t just talk, if you’ve got the guts, come on! You’re just an old man with one foot in the grave, how could you possibly be my opponent!"

Yin Wujiang slowly stood up, the ghostly green light in his right eye growing stronger, black mist swirling around him, making him look like a demon climbing out of hell.

"I am Yin Wujiang, not some old man. When I was cultivating, your father probably hadn’t even been born!"

He curved his lips into a sinister smile, "Today, I’ll let you witness the true power of the Blood Refining Sect!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a palm-sized black iron box from his bosom.

The box was pitch black, covered with dense blood-colored runes, emitting an eerie glow in the darkness.

The moment the box opened, a strong smell of blood wafted out, along with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Upon seeing this, Feng Jiuge’s complexion changed dramatically, her voice trembling, "Yang Cheng, be careful! This is the Sect’s Treasure of the Blood Refining Sect, its power is immense!"

Yang Cheng’s heart sank, he could feel that the small iron box contained extremely frightening power.

Yin Wujiang tossed the box into the air, swiftly forming seals with his hands.

The iron box spun rapidly in the air, the blood-colored runes on its surface glowing brighter and eventually transformed into a blood-colored light, enveloping the entire secret chamber.

"Not good!"

Yang Cheng’s expression changed, hurriedly activating the Sun Golden Wheel, the golden light shield enveloping him and Feng Jiuge.

But that blood-colored light was all-pervasive, penetrating the light shield and forming a blood-colored prison around them.

The walls of the prison were made of countless strands of blood-colored lines, trembling slightly in the air, emitting a buzzing sound.

Yang Cheng tried using the Moon Golden Wheel to cut those lines, but as soon as the blade touched them, it was bounced back, unable to sever them at all.

"It’s useless."

Yin Wujiang’s voice came from outside the prison, with a hint of pride, "The Blood Refining Prison is refined with the blood essence of a thousand cultivators, incredibly strong. Even a Golden Core Realm expert couldn’t break it!"

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth and activated the Moon Golden Wheel again, slashing with all his might at the prison walls.

Boom!

Red and green light exploded, the blood-colored prison shook violently, but still showed no sign of breaking.

"I told you, it’s useless."

Yin Wujiang sneered, waving his hand, the walls of the prison suddenly extended countless blood-colored tentacles, reaching for Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge.

Yang Cheng activated the Sun Golden Wheel, the golden light shield protecting them, the tentacles hitting the shield with a sizzling corrosive sound.

But under the attack of the tentacles, the light of the shield grew dimmer and cracks began to appear.

"Senior sister, operate the Cultivation Technique, transfer your True Qi to me!"

Yang Cheng shouted in a low voice.

Feng Jiuge immediately pressed her hand on his back, her True Qi surging into his body.

Their True Qi intermingled, the light of the Sun Golden Wheel’s shield brightened again, forcefully keeping those blood-tentacles outside.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yin Wujiang’s eyes, "You two little ones, you’re actually cultivating the same Cultivation Technique?"

No wonder the two were so in sync, cultivating the same technique, complemented by their seamless cooperation, and having comparable cultivation levels. It was very rare indeed. In time, these two would surely secure a place in the cultivation world.

"Interesting, interesting! Since that’s the case, I definitely can’t let you go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he formed seals with his hands, chanting under his breath, a mass of black mist emerged from his body, slowly drifting towards the two corpses on the ground.

The black mist seeped into the corpses’ mouths and noses, causing them to tremble violently, and then they opened their eyes!

Their eyes lacked any luster, only empty white, appearing especially horrifying.

"He’s turned their corpses into puppets!"

Feng Jiuge gasped, involuntarily recalling the Ghost Corpse they encountered in the Land of Extreme Yin.

The two corpses staggered to their feet, effortlessly passing through the Blood Refining Prison, lunging at Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge.

Despite their stiff movements, their speed was tremendous, and their strength immense. A punch landed on the Sun Golden Wheel’s shield, shaking it violently.

Yang Cheng’s expression darkened, these two puppets were more troublesome than he had imagined.

Their bodies were already deceased, feeling no pain, knowing no fatigue, and with the enhancement of Yin Wujiang’s Evil Technique, their strength was even greater than when they were alive.

What was more troublesome, the Blood Refining Prison kept contracting, leaving them with less and less space.