After leaving the Prosperous House, Ning Tao received a call from Bai Jing.
"What happened? The company's account just received a donation of ten million dollars. I saw that the donor is Xin Zhiyu." Bai Jing's voice was very agitated and also slightly puzzled.
Ning Tao said, "I've gotten rid of the Viper-like Insect in Zhu Hongqin."
Bai Jing fell silent, and smiled instantly. "I got it. It's your treatment fee."
"It has nothing to do with me. The money was donated by Xin Zhiyu," Ning Tao said.
"Alright, alright. Anything you say. I'll add dishes for you tonight." Bai Jing's voice contained a hint of delight.
Yet Ning Tao could not help but smile wryly. 'Adding dish' as claimed by Bai Jing was definitely nothing good. However, he had to admit that his life had been filled with joy ever since the sisters had reunited and started living together, except that the frequency of him being provoked was multi
There was finally an answer to the question about the usage of the Heavenly Hound tripod, one which had troubled Ning Tao for a long time. The Heavenly Hound tripod was not a dog bowl. It was especially for cultivating dogs. The stray dog had become a spiritual dog after the cultivation. Its intelligence and wits had surpassed its peers! However, why would a cultivating tripod as strange as the Heavenly Hound tripod exist at all? Or perhaps, only Chen Pingdao could unravel that mystery, but that guy seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. "That…" Ning Tao cleared the messy feelings inside him. "Howling Celestial, right? Tell me, what just happened inside the tripod?" "Woof woof woof…" The Heavenly howling Dog barked in dog speech. Ning Tao was slightly stunned. Could its intelligence have failed? But who knew, Howling Celestial Dog then revealed a smile unique to the Native Field Dog. "
Three days later. Tibetan border, Tingri Everest Base Camp. Rays of the sunset fell on Mount Everest. The white icy mountains had been dyed golden, creating an incredibly holy and sacred visual impact. Not far away, there was a temple with a shining golden roof, and it formed yet another holy and sacred view. The off-road vehicle stopped in an empty spot at the base. The Tibetan driver spoke in relatively stiff Mandarin, "Friend, we're here, you may get off the car." The youth who was on the car took out his wallet and paid, then picked up the small medicine chest by his feet and got off the car. Following him off the car were a young woman and a dog. That small exploration team was Ning Tao, Qing Zhui and Howling Celestial Dog all the way from Guan City. Ning Tao patted the car door. "Thank you, mister. We'll take your car too when we return." A pure smile appeared on the Tibetan's tan
Ning Tao suddenly stretched out his hand to grab that youth's hand. He did it very forcefully, causing the youth to yell out in pain. "You dare to strike!" The middle-aged man was livid. He raised his foot to kick Ning Tao's lower abdomen. Ning Tao did not dodge, allowing the man's foot to kick him brutally on his lower abdomen. Since he had mastered Powerful Tolerance to Beating, even an off-road vehicle could ram against him without him feeling much. He could easily endure such a heavy kick without any problem. The kick did not make Ning Tao collapse to the ground, spewing blood. He did not even shake. The middle-aged man was astounded and his right hand unconsciously slipped to the back of his waist. There was a pistol holstered on his waist. Ning Tao released that youth's hand and prepared to strike. At that moment, a voice rang out. "What are you guys doing? Brawls are forbidden here!"
The cold wind howled, raising a cloud of dust on the barren mountain slope. Six men advanced in the col. Braving the wind, they were cloaked in the clear cool light of the moon and stars. The man leading the group was called Zeng Xunlong. He was a famous grave robber. The other five were his disciples, following him around the country to raid tombs. They made up a team. One hour later, Zeng Xunlong and his five disciples arrived at a col. Flanking it were the grayish slopes of a mountain. Right ahead was a towering snowy peak. The wind had died down here. "We're reaching the place. Yan Zong, pour some powder on the ground," Zeng Xunlong said. The youth whose hand had been crushed by Ning Tao took out a sack from his backpack. He tipped the sack and walked rapidly ahead. As he walked, he sprinkled powder. He was Yan Zong, the cruelest of Zeng Xunlong's disciples. He was a deft worker. The powder he wa
Ning Tao shut off his cell phone screen, noiselessly reaching the tunnel exit. The space before them had opened up. Although it was not very big, the cave was still over a dozen meters high. One could see in one glance the mountain walls flanking its sides. One could gauge it to be nearly 30 meters wide. Before them was total darkness. No one could tell how deep it extended in front. Zeng Xunlong and his four disciples were standing before a large stone tablet. Behind it was an underground river. Zeng Xunlong's four disciples were all carrying tactical flashlights. Some were shining at the underground river, others at the stone tablet. This underground river was only about two meters wide. It flowed on slowly. Such a width could be easily crossed by even non-sportsmen. All one needed to do was to do a run-up before leaping over. The stone tablet was a turtle-supported stele. It was several meters high and engraved with the char
Poof! A greenish ghost fire flared up from behind the stone door, instantly engulfing Yan Zong. He opened his mouth to scream, but could only emit a sound before being silenced. He collapsed, disintegrating into dust the moment he touched the ground! The stone door slowly swung open. A life at every pass. "Hahaha!" Zeng Xunlong began to roar with laughter. His laughter echoed in the dark space, as if there were 1,000 of him guffawing. It made the place even more sinister and terrifying. Zeng Xunlong shone the tactical flashlight beyond the opened stone door. A massive stone sculpture appeared in the light. It was the statue of a goddess, peerlessly beautiful. Even a statue of Athena would seem lusterless in comparison. Ning Tao's eyes landed on the goddess statue and his heart quivered. "This can't be Hu Ji's statue and her tomb, can it? If it is, then Senior Yin knows too little about
Ning Tao was not interested in either the Gold Raiders Sect or the Hill Moving Sect. But this concerned a secret, so he could only ask patiently, "Who is this Liu Jinyin? What happened that day?" Zeng Xunlong seemed to be recollecting. He continued, "Liu Jinyin is highly esteemed in our Gold Raiders Sect. We are all his disciples or grand-disciples. He is already over 90. The older he gets, the less he wants to die. Recently, he started hobnobbing with some cultivators, looking for a way to live forever..." "Go on," Ning Tao said. He knew that these cultivators Zeng Xunlong had mentioned were really practitioners of the Way. Zeng Xunlong continued. "That day, I was delivering a few precious medicinal herbs and a 1,000-year-old ginseng to him. There were two youths visiting him that day. I have never seen such good-looking youths. Liu Jinyin took the herbs and made me wait. He started talking with those two youths in his study. I don't know w
Dong! The divine bell tolled, dissipating all the demonic forces. Bai Qingyi disappeared together with the ancient room. Ning Tao found himself staring at ancient stone bricks, the stone coffin as well as at the Picture of the Six Samsara Realms. The picture was hovering in mid-air and glowing with a greenish light. What he had experienced just now was not real. Ning Tao suddenly shifted his eyes to Qing Zhui. He found her slithering on the ground, the lower half of her body turning into the tail of a green snake. She kept spitting up her tongue, her face full of a sweet and fatuous smile. She had been affected by the Picture of the Six Samsara Realms. She was in a consciousness that only she herself knew. The Howling Celestial Dog was standing upright, muttering, "My students, let us recite: 'Men at birth are innately good. Their natures are similar; their habits cause them to be different...'" Was