Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 639: Chapter 639: A Critical Moment

"I will kill you! I must tear you to pieces!"

Lai Zhongyao let out a frenzied roar.

It was truly because Yang Cheng’s words earlier had struck a nerve. He had initially left with his master to improve his cultivation and become a peerless strongman.

He abandoned his family, hadn’t returned for decades, always thinking he’d make a name for himself and finally go back to make his clan proud.

Later, he cultivated Corpse Poison, becoming neither human nor ghost, exuding a deathly aura, and dared not return home.

He gave up everything, leaving his hometown for Luochuan, believing his strength was top-notch, yet this young man’s cultivation seemed as easy as drinking water.

Why!

This is unfair!

Lai Zhongyao screamed inwardly, channeling force into his palm and slamming it towards Yang Cheng.

He was no longer interested in the Purifying Spirit Spring; he just wanted the young man dead.

Not only to kill Yang Cheng but to chop his corpse into pieces for wild wolves and show the head to the female village chief.

The woman, so delicate, would surely cry painfully upon seeing Yang Cheng’s head.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, focused solely on attacking, completely ignoring Yang Cheng watching for an opening.

As Lai Zhongyao approached, Yang Cheng mobilized the True Qi from his Dantian, gathering it in his palm, and suddenly threw a punch.

The speed was so fast, leaving afterimages. By the time Lai Zhongyao reacted, it was too late; he slightly shifted, and the punch landed squarely on his right rib and shoulder blade.

Bam!

Lai Zhongyao’s body was flung away, hitting the ground heavily, enveloped instantly by the flames of the Ninefold Heaven-Burning Fist.

Yang Cheng wanted to capitalize on his victory, to strike while the iron was hot, but a pain shot through his chest, and a touch revealed a palm strike had unknowingly hit him.

This old man was, indeed, a Golden Core Realm expert; even upon being struck, he managed to dish out a palm attack, with Corpse Poison infiltrating quickly through flesh.

His face turned grim; he immediately activated True Qi to prevent the spread of Corpse Poison, then quickly took out an herb to chew.

While Yang Cheng suppressed Corpse Poison, Lai Zhongyao had extinguished the flames on his body, but he was charred beyond recognition.

He collapsed on the ground, vomiting blood, his eyes filled with palpable murderous intent.

The burns were minor; the main issue was the previous strike, leaving his rib and shoulder blade shattered, bones piercing through flesh, exposed.

Yang Cheng endured the chest pain, feigned calmness: "Now you know, don’t assume age guarantees strength; after all, you are defeated by my hand!"

He wasn’t putting on a show but dared not rashly use True Qi further.

Lai Zhongyao struggled to stand, looking as if his face could drip water from anger and shock; dominating here, defeated by a man barely over twenty.

"What’s your background?"

He asked hoarsely, wanting clarity even if facing death today.

"I’m no one special, just a good Samaritan, drawing my blade against injustice, ridding you the scourge so Hidden Cloud Village can prosper again."

Yang Cheng articulated; if only after the Purifying Spirit Spring, he would’ve used the Snake Shedding Skill to retreat.

Ultimately, for Yun Chan’s and Hidden Cloud Village’s safety, Lai Zhongyao must die.

"Haha! The world has someone so selfless? For a village, you disregard your life? You like that woman, don’t you!"

Lai Zhongyao sneered, adding mockery to his gaze.

"Yes, I do like her, so I must protect the woman I love. You must die!"

Yang Cheng’s eyes turned shadowy, striding briskly toward Lai Zhongyao.

At that moment, several puppets entered the cave, blocking Lai Zhongyao and lunging at Yang Cheng.

Dealing with the puppets was no problem, but Yang Cheng’s True Qi needed sparing; he kicked the lead puppet’s head.

With a ’crack,’ the neck bone snapped, the head flew off, and dark red blood gushed forth.

In an instant, all puppets were dispatched, Yang Cheng cast a cold eye at Lai Zhongyao.

By now, Lai Zhongyao had regained some vigor; he took out a dagger, slicing his palm, rushing madly toward Yang Cheng.

The old man’s body was full of poison, his blood most potent; even a scratch could infuse toxins, far worse than the prior palm strike.

Yang Cheng tense, dodged swiftly, avoiding being stabbed, lest his life be at stake.

"I saw the Spring inside, among the Jade Lotus, why not spare me some?"

Lai Zhongyao raged; he just wanted survival, what’s wrong with that!

"The Purifying Spirit Spring could save anyone, but never given to depraved evil cultivators; abandon that thought!"

Yang Cheng ridiculed.

"Ahhh!!"

Lai Zhongyao shrieked miserably, poison spread widely, grinning vilely.

"If death’s your wish, I’ll ensuring you accompany me to Huangquan; a lonely journey, though less so with you."

With those words, Lai Zhongyao unleashed Corpse Poison, filling the cave; plants touching the poison wilted visibly.

Yang Cheng held his breath back, retreating to conceal in the Spring.

Lai Zhongyao however had read his intent, leaping beast-like; dagger poised for Yang Cheng’s chest, without escape in the narrow cave.

Stab!

At peril, Yang Cheng reached his waist dagger, imbued it with True Qi, flung it fiercely.

Yang Cheng’s throw was hastened and intuitive, yet precisely hit Lai Zhongyao’s neck.

"Huh... huh..."

Lai Zhongyao clutched his neck, throat uttering strange sounds, eyes wide, unwilling.

So close to stabbing Yang Cheng, yet strength failed; swaying, he fell to the ground, black blood flowing from the neck, seeping into earth.

Seeing him finally down, Yang Cheng heaved a sigh, muttered: "Really damn hard, nearly died here!"

Finishing that, chest pain surged, the Corpse Poison already spreading internally.