Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 782: Chapter 782: The Blood Moon Appears

Yang Cheng’s heart suddenly trembled. He activated his X-ray Vision and looked towards that place, but it seemed as if a layer of mist had covered his eyes, rendering everything unclear.

"No matter what, let’s start digging!"

He muttered to himself, immediately took a folding shovel from his backpack, squatted on the ground, drew a cross, and began to dig.

The ground of the funeral home was poured with concrete, but under the reinforcement of his True Qi, the shovel broke through the ground as easily as slicing through tofu.

Suddenly, his gaze narrowed slightly as he stared at the soil beneath his feet. He could vaguely sense something slowly wriggling underneath, emanating strong Yin Qi.

The surroundings were completely silent. Previously, Yang Cheng had never felt fear, even when facing the strongest opponents, but at this moment the chilling aura made his hair stand on end, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yang Cheng couldn’t wait for whatever was in the soil to emerge. He took a deep breath and smacked the ground with his palm.

Boom!

The soil instantly exploded, revealing a fist-sized hole from which icy Yin Qi emanated, as if trying to suck a person in.

Yang Cheng hastily took a small porcelain bottle out of his pocket, inexplicably feeling the cold aura behind him growing more intense, like an invisible hand stroking his spine.

He couldn’t bother with much else and quickly pulled the bottle stopper, dripping dark red blood into the fist-sized black hole.

It’s said that Moon Marrow Blood Platinum was buried three meters beneath the Land of Extreme Yin. If Moon Marrow Blood Platinum really were inside, pouring so much of Jiang Yu’s blood would definitely elicit a reaction.

"Puff..."

At the moment the fresh blood fell into the black hole, the entire ground began to shake violently, and those dark red stains on the funeral home’s walls seemed to come alive, slowly flowing down like countless blood snakes crawling upon the walls.

From the black hole, a mass of blood-red liquid slowly surged out, appearing like mercury, yet much thicker than mercury, continually changing shape on its surface, shimmering with eerie silvery light.

Moon Marrow Blood Platinum!

Yang Cheng was overjoyed. Though he had never seen the real Moon Marrow Blood Platinum, it had to be this based on its appearance.

The liquid surged continuously, alternately blood-red and silver-white, the two lights flashing back and forth, illuminating the morgue in a sinister manner.

"How do I get this thing out?"

Yang Cheng contemplated, just about to invoke his True Qi to try, when he suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness attack from behind.

This coldness was different from the previous chill permeating the air, carrying a biting murderous intent.

Instinctively turning around, Yang Cheng saw a shadow darting in from the doorway like a ghost, so fast he almost couldn’t catch the figure.

The figure struck with a palm, enmeshed with dense icy chill, aiming straight at Yang Cheng’s face!

"Damn! Could there really be a ghost here!"

Shouting loudly, Yang Cheng couldn’t spare a thought and immediately activated the True Qi within him, unleashing the Nine-Layered Heaven-Burning Palm!

Boom!!

The two palms collided, trembling the entire morgue, the tiles on the wall already precarious were shattered and fallen by this force, and ground cracks spread like cobwebs.

Both retreated three steps, their hearts thundering.

Yang Cheng narrowed his gaze, scrutinizing the unexpected guest before him.

Dressed in a black tight outfit, the being was tall and slender, wearing a silver mask leaving only a pair of ink-dark eyes.

Those eyes bore a steady and sharp gaze, though by the bearing and figure, Yang Cheng thought the person not too old.

"Such strong True Qi!"

The black-clad individual spoke, lowering their voice deliberately, sounding somber and giving an enigmatic impression.

"Who are you? Why attack me?"

Yang Cheng asked coldly while discreetly circulating his True Qi, ready to strike again.

"I want the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum. Give it to me, and I won’t attack you."

The black-clad person said flatly, showing no room for negotiation in their tone, their palm infused with overwhelmingly oppressive True Qi.

"Why should I? I found it first; there’s always an order to things."

Yang Cheng’s eyes flooded with anger, golden True Qi erupted throughout his body.

"I care not for whatever order, whoever is stronger has the right to take the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum."

With a cold snort, the black-clad figure vaulted again, their hands forming sealing gestures, palms gathered with a mass of pale gold True Qi sweeping towards Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng knew the opponent’s strength was formidable, daring not to entertain a shred of carelessness, immediately driving his True Qi forward.

In the confined morgue, the two exchanged hands dozens of times, palm winds and fist shadows interwoven, True Qi collisions generating waves that overturned the mortuary beds, white sheets fluttering, turning the room into chaos.

The more Yang Cheng fought, the more alarmed he became; the black-clad person’s prowess appeared to rival his own, even slightly surpassing him.

The individual’s moves were ruthlessly fierce, each aimed at vital points, clearly honed through countless life-or-death battles.

Who would have thought to encounter such a master at this place?

The black-clad person was equally astonished; she hadn’t expected this seemingly twenty-something youth to possess such profound cultivation.

Moreover, the purity and thickness of his True Qi did not lose out to her who practiced for twenty years.

With a heavy heart, she abruptly withdrew her moves and retreated, creating distance between them, and curiously asked, "Kid, who is your mentor?"

"Why would you care?"

Yang Cheng retorted irritably, this person indiscriminately attacking lethally, if not for their daunting cultivation, he’d have chopped her with a palm.

"So young yet so cultivated, your mentor must be a grand master."

The black-clad person’s tone carried some admiration before turning cold again, "Unfortunately, today I must acquire the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum; I need to enhance my cultivation to avenge my eyes!"

Yang Cheng furrowed his brows, speaking gravely, "Man, I need the Moon Marrow Blood Platinum too. You can find another way for revenge, but I’m running against time—she won’t hold out beyond three days."

"That’s your concern, not mine."

Her words barely landed when her hands joined, True Qi surged like tide, her palms bore golden True Qi, two distinct power streams emerged, spiraling enwrapping her form.

Witnessing this scene, Yang Cheng’s pupils constricted fiercely.

This Cultivation Technique was too familiar!

Without a moment’s hesitation, he activated his True Qi likewise, his palms birthing two power streams, his ears resonating with clear phoenix songs and deep dragon roars, as identical to those of the black-clad person!

Both simultaneously pushed their Cultivation Technique to the limit, the dragon-phoenix power spheres echoed in the air creating a strange resonance, filling the morgue with their True Qi radiance.

"Dragon and Phoenix Dance Scripture?"

The black-clad person exclaimed, her voice laden with disbelief, "How do you know this Cultivation Technique too?!"

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