Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 640: Chapter 640: Regaining Control of His Body

Yang Cheng hurriedly took the Peace Pendant from his neck and pressed it into the groove on the wall. When the entrance became big enough, he quickly crawled in.

He decided not to open the Purifying Spirit Spring in the gourd anymore; to detoxify, he could only take a little from the Purifying Spirit Spring inside the Jade Lotus.

With heavy steps, he trudged to the Jade Lotus. Only then did two drops gather in the flower’s core, and he took out tools to extract them, quickly squeezing them into his mouth.

The fresh, sweet Purifying Spirit Spring entered his mouth, but before it took effect, Yang Cheng felt his body stiffen and collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

His mind remained clear, yet his limbs were numb, unable to move.

After the earlier skirmish with Lai Zhongyao, it was now around two or three in the morning; the Purifying Spirit Spring was in hand, Lai Zhongyao had been killed, both tasks were completed, but he ended up collapsing here.

He had no idea how long this condition would last and was extremely anxious. If he didn’t make it back in time, Ni Qingyao might be handled by Yun Chan.

Yang Cheng circulated his cultivation technique, urging his True Qi, but the pain in his body intensified, unable to suppress the spreading corpse poison.

He regretted not opening the gourd earlier and taking a few gulps of the Purifying Spirit Spring to detoxify, at least avoiding such a passive situation.

Time ticked away, and Yang Cheng estimated it was now dawn. He couldn’t move, and his Mixed Element Technique had lost its effect.

His luck wasn’t too bad; using the Mixed Element Technique didn’t cause any aftereffects, although it exhausted a lot of True Qi, leaving his body particularly weak.

But precisely because of this, the corpse poison found an opportunity, corroding his body.

"Damn it! That old bastard hit me with one last trick before dying!"

Yang Cheng couldn’t help but curse; this feeling of awareness mingled with helplessness was truly torturous.

The one relief was that he had summoned his last ounce of strength to get here; not only would no beasts or people harm him, but he could also absorb the spiritual energy from the Purifying Spirit Spring pool.

...

Hidden Cloud Village.

It was already noon, Yun Chan sat at the dining table without appetite, her heart felt like it was blocked by a boulder.

Wen Ying served her food, softly comforting her, "Chan’Er, please eat a little. The Little Divine Doctor has heaven’s protection; he will surely return safely."

"It’s been so long; if he met Lai Zhongyao, the battle should have been decided long ago. Why hasn’t he returned yet?"

Yun Chan furrowed her brows tightly, her heart filled with unease.

At this moment, Kong Lingwen and Ni Qingyao entered the room, asking in unison, "Has Yang Cheng not returned yet?"

Yun Chan shook her head, set down her chopsticks, and suddenly stood up, "I suspect Yang Cheng might be injured, or trapped, unable to return; I’m going up the mountain to find him!"

"No!"

Usually obedient to his daughter, Wen Ying was now seriously pulling Yun Chan’s wrist.

"Chan’Er, you’re the village chief of Hidden Cloud Village; if you die, what will happen to the village? I won’t allow you to take such a risk."

"Mom! But Yang Cheng hasn’t come back yet, and now only I can save him."

Yun Chan was so anxious, her eyes reddened, her nails digging into her palms.

Beside her, Ni Qingyao sighed, "Village Chief Yun, I don’t support you going up the mountain. If Xiaochen defeated that villain, even if injured, he would find a way down; but if he failed, you might only be sending yourself to death by going."

"I don’t want anyone else to be implicated because of me; let’s wait patiently. If by tomorrow morning Xiaochen still hasn’t returned, then you may proceed as planned."

Kong Lingwen and Yun Chan’s expressions changed; they understood what she meant.

In fact, Ni Qingyao understood clearly; being corroded by Taotie’s remnant soul, she’d turn into an irrational monster, harming the good villagers here in Hidden Cloud Village.

She had never done anything bad in her life; she didn’t want to bear such a sin after death, so better to destroy her body, letting it disappear along with Taotie’s remnant soul.

"Godmother, don’t say such things, trust Yang Cheng; he won’t let us down."

Kong Lingwen quietly consoled, his always-strong demeanor now with reddened eyes.

None felt like having lunch; they only drank water before heading to the mountainside to wait.

It was the hottest time of day, yet many villagers were there, hoping Yang Cheng would return unharmed.

Usually, mischievous children now sat quietly by the big tree, silently praying.

Except for some villagers busy making medicine, others had put aside their work at home to wait here. As the sun set, still no sign of Yang Cheng.

Many began to lose hope, shaking their heads in despair.

"Waaah! Why isn’t Divine Doctor Brother back yet!"

A little boy couldn’t help but cry; the child’s cries seemed to flip a switch, causing many to sob along.

Yun Chan held back tears, her heart feeling shredded, painful to the point of struggling to breathe, memories of her time with Yang Cheng flashed by: cultivating and gathering herbs, traveling to Luochuan, and their passionate encounters in bed and on the road.

Scenes passed before her eyes, unknowingly blurring her vision, and tears trickled down.

As it grew darker, older villagers couldn’t endure it, helped home by their juniors.

People dwindled at the foot of the mountain; only a dozen remained, clinging to the last shred of hope.

At this moment, lying motionless, Yang Cheng’s finger twitched; he abruptly opened his eyes, tried moving his wrist, sensing a tingling throughout his body, slowly regaining mobility, reclaiming control over his body.

Gritting his teeth, he struggled to his feet, quickly extracting a few drops of Purifying Spirit Spring, squeezing them into his mouth.

The corpse poison in his chest hadn’t completely dissipated, but since he understood poison techniques, he suppressed some of the toxins while absorbing ample spiritual energy, allowing such rapid recovery.

After drinking several drops of Purifying Spirit Spring, he truly felt alive again, plucking some herbs to chew.

"Escaping disaster, surely brings good fortune!"

Yang Cheng chuckled, the relief of surviving calamity lifting his spirits, but he couldn’t afford to linger on happiness, quickly opening the stone door and heading out.

Lai Zhongyao’s corpse lay there, entirely cold, with congealed black blood.

To prevent his blood and corpse from polluting the cave, Yang Cheng suppressed his nausea, lifted the body, and tossed it into the bushes beside the cave.

No time to dig a grave for Lai Zhongyao’s body; having been on the mountain nearly a full day and night, the people below would surely be anxious.

Before leaving, he specifically instructed, if he couldn’t return, to have Yun Chan kill Ni Qingyao — he worried they might lose hope and act prematurely, which would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Yang Cheng disregarded his injuries, swiftly sprinting downhill...