After opening the convenient door, Ning Tao pushed his electric motorbike "God's Will" back to Sky Clinic. There was a black box on the motorbike's back seat, bound by the herb-collecting rope. An umbrella was tied to the rope. The umbrella, called the Night Phantoms Umbrella, was Tang Zixian's— a magic tool.
In the end, Ning Tao gave in to Tang Zixian. He promised to mend her Night Phantoms Umbrella for free. This was not because Tang Zixian was pretty, nor was it because she had pestered him relentlessly over this. It was because they shared a common goal in Bai Sheng.
The reason why he promised Master Fakong to mend the Demon-slaying Bowl was not just because he urgently required spiritual materials. The other reason was Bai Sheng. This Demon-slaying Bowl was a magic tool once used by Fahai to subdue a white snake. Bai Sheng was also a 1,000-year-old snake demon. It would be useful against him, and might help Ning Tao in the fight against Bai Sheng. Af
At Cold River Temple. "Master, this is the mended Demon-slaying Bowl. See if it works," Ning Tao handed the bowl to Master Fakong. Master Fakong could not wait to take the Demon-slaying Bowl in his hands, scrutinizing it. The cracks on the Demon-slaying Bowl were gone. Its spiritual energy was clearly more powerful than before. Dong! Suddenly, the Demon-slaying Bowl gave off the sound of metal being hit. An energy vortex immediately appeared. Suddenly, from within the thatched hut came a suction force. A few small items flew into the energy vortex of the Demon-slaying Bowl. This was the outcome of Master Fakong activating the Demon-slaying Bowl. The energy vortex of the Demon-slaying Bowl soon disappeared. The small items which had been sucked into its energy vortex also vanished. No one knew where they had gone. "Master..." Master Fakong's tears welled up in his eyes, his
Dusk had arrived. Resplendent lights and lamps were everywhere in Guan City. A Rolls Royce stopped before Hakka Alley in Guan City. A muscular bodyguard resembling King Kong alighted the car. He opened a car door. Joanna emerged from the car, walking in the direction of the alley. Her bodyguard wanted to follow her, but she waved him away instead. He remained at the alley entrance. Ning Tao did not tell her his house number, nor did she know where he stayed. She just kept on looking uncertainly, hoping that familiar face would appear before her. She had only walked a short distance when a house door suddenly opened. She saw a dark figure. The lights in the house were turned off but she had a familiar feeling. "Come in." The voice was also very familiar. Joanna did not feel the least bit of hesitation or wariness. She immediately entered the house. Ning Tao shut the house door and turned
At dawn, a young woman in a flat cap appeared at the entrance to Hakka Alley. She surveyed the alley for a while before entering it. Several dozen paces later, she halted her steps, her eyes landing on the door of the nearby Sky Clinic. The morning light shone on her and she had a slim, elegant figure, almost like a lifelike, artistic sculpture. Tang Zixian had arrived. She had a haversack on her shoulder, and it seemed heavy. The door opened a small crack. Tang Zixian's eyes saw it and she walked over. She did not even inquire, immediately pushing the door open and walking in. She saw Ning Tao standing in the small living room. There was an affectionate smile on his face. Neither of them greeted the other. Ning Tao passed Tang Zixian the envelope in his hands. "What you need are all here. Take a look at them first." Tang Zixian took the envelope and passed the haversack on her shoulder to Ning Tao.
Bai Sheng gave Tang Zixian a glass of whiskey. As he watched her, there were some strange look in his eyes. Tang Zixian said with a smile, "I thought you would pour me a glass of plain water. I'm not a good drinker. It will affect my work." After she said that, she put the wine glass on the tea table. Bai Sheng asked casually, "Why did you come alone?" Tang Zixian answered, "A colleague of mine had been held up. He will bring a camera later. Let me call to hurry him." She took out her cell phone and called. Bai Sheng sat on the sofa, sipping a small mouthful of whiskey. His eyes shifted to outside the large French window, as he gazed at the sky covered by dark clouds. The weather had changed so suddenly. Was it going to rain? The line went through. Tang Zixian said, "Come here quickly. Mr. Bai's time is very precious. Don't make him wait." With these words, Tang Zixian hung up the phone.
Dong! The divine bell tolled and reverberated in Ning Tao's consciousness. As he recited the first line of Your Text, its sound emanated mightily in every direction within this bizarre space. This sound carried with it the spiritual power of the Sky Clinic owner. No matter where the sound wave reached, zombies would disintegrate. The scene was like the morning sun dispelling darkness! But there were really too many zombies in this bizarre space. Even these sound waves with special spiritual power could not disperse all the zombies before fading themselves. The remaining zombies swarmed like a rising tide towards Ning Tao and Tang Zixian. "Kill! Kill! Kill him!" Bai Sheng roared like a madman. Ning Tao opened his mouth. "I rest within the womb, listening to the sound of the Way." Dong! The divine bell tolled sonorously again. The sound waves carrying the speci
At the Sky Clinic... Ning Tao dragged Bai Sheng through the convenient door, then casually dumped him on the floor. The good-evil tripod looked angry. Actually, it was no longer simply just angry, but rather, it looked enraged. Ning Tao was even suspecting that it could fly off the tripod any moment to tackle Bai Sheng, biting him to death and devouring him. Bai Sheng lay on the ground like a dead dog. One of his legs was gone, he was bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. It was horrible. Before Ning Tao and Tang Zixian had arrived at the scene, he was still indulging in his wondrous feeling of being a god, but now he had ended up being more pathetic than a beggar by the roadside. Karma would always be served ultimately. It was only a matter of time. Ning Tao was Bai Sheng's "matter of time". Ning Tao looked expressionlessly at Bai Sheng, who was sprawled out on the ground like a dead dog. H
Inside the dark and creepy space, Tang Zixian was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. A holy glow was emanating from her body. Strings of Sanskrit chants came from her mouth. It was probably some sutra. She had not stopped even when Ning Tao came back through the door. Ning Tao looked in another direction. That technological magic tool in the shape of a crystal ball was undamaged from the battle earlier on. However, for some reason, the holographic projection corresponding with the Apocalypse smartwatch had completely vanished, and the ball had also lost its glow. It looked like a device that was created by some mad scientist in an attempt to make contact with aliens. Silvermoon Cherry's "body" was still present, lying quietly in a pool of blood. Yet, not far away from it was a green patch of grass. A ray of sunlight shone on it, and wild flowers were blooming. Ning Tao walked over, then opened the small medicine chest and took out the
It was as if the intense explosion had taken place within a barrel. In the instant of the explosion, grey smog spread everywhere. There was even a ghastly bluish light coming from within, but it was not strong. Thereafter, the grey smog had collapsed in the center. After the smog had disappeared, a black, charred ground appeared. All the trees and rocks had been destroyed, with only a thick layer of grey ash covering the ground. The 10 stone towers had completely vanished. It was unclear which pile of debris belonged to them. The Silvermoon Cherry had also been disintegrated, left with only a 10th of its original size. Most of the Soul-devouring Urn fragments had also been destroyed, only a very small amount remained. "That guy must have known that you'd kill Bai Sheng, so he had all this planned," Tang Zixian said, looking like she had been shaken. Ning Tao stayed silent, but his gaze was scarily cold. Nicholas Conway had alre