Romantic Medical Immortal

Chapter 392: Assassin at the Door

Ye Ling’Er’s heart trembled as she realized the person approaching was not friendly. She quickly took several steps back, protecting her abdomen.

Right now, nothing was more important than the Elixir Embryo inside her belly. As long as she had her life, she must protect the Elixir Embryo.

"Who are you, and what do you want?"

Ye Ling’Er questioned coldly, her eyebrows clouded with gloom.

"As expected of the heiress of Jiulong Mountain Villa, so calm in the face of danger!"

The voice of the person in black was rough and unpleasant, tinged with a bit of mockery.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Ye Ling’Er slowly retreated, reaching the bedside and pulling out a dagger from under the pillow.

All of this fell within Cheng Ruonan’s view. She had undertaken so many missions; how could she not see through a little girl’s intention?

"Miss Ye is truly beautiful, such a pity. I hope you don’t blame me, as I’m just following orders."

After saying this, Cheng Ruonan scattered the powder in her hand.

Ye Ling’Er knew it was sedative, quickly covering her mouth and nose, but as she was an ordinary person, she couldn’t hold her breath for long, so at this moment, she could only give it a go.

She raised the dagger, stabbing forcefully towards Cheng Ruonan, but the sharp blade was easily caught between the other’s fingers.

"Overestimating oneself!"

Cheng Ruonan snorted coldly, flicking her fingers lightly. The blade broke instantly, the sharp tip slicing past Ye Ling’Er’s cheek.

"Ah!"

Ye Ling’Er was startled, only feeling a sharp pain on her cheek, as warm liquid dripped onto her hands.

She hurried to touch her face, her fingers stained with sticky blood, and her heart was suddenly filled with fear.

The opponent’s strength was frighteningly formidable, able to break a dagger with bare hands. Though she’d practiced self-defense, she was no match for the person in black.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you die too painfully. Just eat this."

Cheng Ruonan took out a dark red pill from her pocket, bringing it to Ye Ling’Er’s mouth.

This was a poison, which, after consumption, would cause instant death within minutes. The intriguing part was that even forensic analysis couldn’t detect any problem, with the cause of death finally pronounced as cardiac arrest.

She never liked to kill too bloodily; this poison suited her well, for she also didn’t want someone as beautiful as Ye Ling’Er to die a gruesome death.

Ye Ling’Er trembled all over, forcing herself to speak calmly, "Even if you’re going to kill me, let me die knowing who sent you here?"

At this time, she could not resist but could only prolong time as much as possible; perhaps Yang Cheng was already on the way.

"Eat the pill first, and I’ll tell you."

Cheng Ruonan coaxed, not being a fool, certainly understood Ye Ling’Er was trying to buy time.

She could certainly tell Ye Ling’Er, as long as she ate the pill, she would certainly die, and telling a dead person wouldn’t matter.

"I have one more question: how did you know I was here?"

Ye Ling’Er’s voice trembled slightly.

"Probably someone from the factory leaked the information. In any case, I only found out today that you were hiding here. You made it hard for me to find you!"

Cheng Ruonan smiled slightly, pinching Ye Ling’Er’s chin, trying to force the pill into her mouth.

Ye Ling’Er cursed inwardly, blaming Fang Ling for exposing her identity publicly, attracting the assassins.

If she died, she would haunt Fang Ling every day!

Ye Ling’Er continued to struggle mightily, biting her lip tightly.

Cheng Ruonan grew anxious, just about to knock her out, when she sensed a terrifying murderous intent from behind.

Being an assassin, she was particularly sensitive to murderous intent and instinctively dodged aside.

In the instant she turned around, she saw a man swing a fierce palm strike. If she hadn’t dodged swiftly, she might have been seriously injured by now.

"You’re fast. I rushed here as quickly as I could, yet you’re faster."

Yang Cheng was somewhat breathless. Luckily, he hurried all the way, rushing to save her with the fastest speed, otherwise, he could only see Ye Ling’Er’s corpse.

Cheng Ruonan thought the voice was familiar, and upon closer look, it was indeed Murong Wan’s man.

She was sure she wouldn’t mistake it, as the man had a special aura about him, unlike anything she’d encountered before.

This man had the Pure Yang Dragon Physique, killing him would be a real waste.

As Cheng Ruonan hesitated, Yang Cheng already initiated an attack with a punch.

She paused briefly, quickly drawing a dagger from her waist, stabbing towards Yang Cheng’s hand.

After all, she was reluctant to kill the Pure Yang Dragon Physique, but if possible, knocking him out first and locking him up to serve her would be wonderful too.

Yang Cheng had no idea about Cheng Ruonan’s thoughts; otherwise, he would have punched even more furiously.

How dare she think about locking him up as a plaything? How could anyone do that!

Cheng Ruonan’s knife was infused with True Qi, thrusting forcefully towards his hand, yet he directly caught the sharp dagger.

"Yang Cheng!"

Ye Ling’Er saw this scene, her bright eyes widening, wondering if this man was foolish, how could he catch a knife with his hand.

Cheng Ruonan was also very surprised. Her knife was infused with True Qi, making it even stronger, able to cut his fingers off with one slash, even if it couldn’t cut off, the wounds would be hard to heal.

"With such little skill, you dare to assassinate my people!"

Yang Cheng applied force, deforming the blade, which then shattered into powder with a ’bang’.

He felt that the person in black before him was also a cultivator, probably at the Qi Refining Second Stage or Third Stage, far inferior to his Peak of the Ninth Layer.

Cheng Ruonan never imagined her precious knife would be directly destroyed by Yang Cheng, immediately realizing the opponent was a cultivator with strength far surpassing her own.

She quickly discarded the knife in her hand, turning to run towards the window, crashing through the glass with a loud sound.

The sleeping employees were awakened by the sudden noise, poking their heads out to see a tall man leaping lightly from upstairs.

Yang Cheng didn’t want to let the assassin off easily, thinking that capturing this person could yield significant gains, so he chased after her, as she escaped to the mountain near the factory.

He could smell the other’s scent and the smell of blood, and if he continued tracking, he had a ninety percent chance of catching her. However, the mountainous terrain was complex, and the opponent, being a cultivator too, could waste a lot of time.

Meanwhile, within the dormitory, Chu Xiaoyu was still unconscious, and Ye Ling’Er was injured. If more assassins rushed in, they would be powerless to resist.

Yang Cheng worried it was a trick to lure him away, and to be safe, he decided first to return to the dormitory.

By this time, the employees had all awakened and learned it was Ye Ling’Er’s room that had the incident, and they all rushed over.

"Oh no! General Manager Chu is unconscious!"

"Miss Ye, your face is injured, you need to bandage it quickly!"

The crowd was in chaos, unable to understand what had happened.