Good and evil energies were spiraling inside the Sky Clinic. After returning to the Sky Clinic through the convenient door, Ning Tao had instantly gone to retrieve the rotten broken tripod and put the fragments of the nun Cixin's wooden fish inside to repair it.
Ning Tao was extremely enthusiastic. As soon as he had gotten this business deal, there would soon be other practitioners who would get him to fix their magic tools. He would be able to get all the money he wanted and all the spiritual materials he wanted. He was on the path to riches!
Heaven on Earth, underground flea market...
"Little nun, I'm afraid that you've been cheated." That unsightly practitioner walked over.
Cixin frowned and did not respond to him.
People were talking.
"That guy belongs to Daozong, and is named Ma Song, nicknamed Ground-burrowing Rodent. It is said that he has a magic tool that could burrow into the ground, and sp
The flea market closed at 12 midnight. Other than the business he did with the nun Cixin, Ning Tao also accepted three more deals and repaired three magic tools. He earned a heap of spiritual materials as well as 5 million. Among these spiritual materials, three were ingredients required for his Ancestor-seeking Elixir.After exiting the flea market, Qing Zhui drew close to Ning Tao's ear and asked in a gentle whisper, "Brother Ning, there're so many magic tools. Why did you only close three deals?"Ning Tao smiled and said, "How can there be so many magic tools in this world to repair? One mended means one less. We're showing off our best expertise, so I can only accept three deals. In the future, they have to outbid one another for my service. I'm the only person in this world who can repair magic tools, so of course I will price myself accordingly. I will not only mark up the price, I won't also do business with anyone I dislike.""Oh, I see
Liu Shiba must be the only person in this world who was not a practitioner and yet had kept a hoard of spiritual materials. This secret chamber behind the study was not large, but there were many precious spiritual materials and medicinal herbs in it. There was such a large variety that they dazzled the eyes. There were also some rare antiques, not in the least less valuable than those kept in museums. Liu Shiba was said to be the grandmaster of all tomb raiders. Surely, such a man would have in his possession antiques. Those antiques he fancied and had kept here were naturally the cream of the crop and all very valuable.However, these antiques did not interest Ning Tao in the least. After entering Liu Shiba's treasure chamber, he started to select his spiritual materials. All he had picked up were put by Qing Zhui into her large hempen sack.To refine the Immortality Elixir, he must of course take the required spiritual materials away. But he was more con
By four in the morning, Ning Tao had already mended the Heavenly Hossu. The hossu which had been repaired was now gleaming as fresh paint, like a secondhand product having been refurbished. But it was still the same situation—he could not use an ordinary practitioner's magic tool. He could use this hossu as a duster, but could not unleash its magic prowess.Xu Fu's Immortality Elixirs had also been refined. Ning Tao had brought back a great deal of spiritual materials to refine them, but he only managed to refine six. After refining them, he put five into a porcelain vial and the last elixir on the ledger of bamboo slips for identification.A few seconds later, identification information appeared on the ledger of bamboo slips: "A premium aphrodisiac for renewed spring vigor and reproduction, useful for treating infertility. Both men and women will become fertile upon taking it. Shriveled testicles will produce sperms and empty ovaries eggs. A woman will be
The alley was still the same alley. There were some differences in the courtyard houses by its sides, but the place was by and large the same. The weather had changed though. The sky was wan yellow in a setting sun. It ought to be dark and yet it was not. A youth in Manchu costume wearing a queue was bending over a nearby wall, gingerly spying on something.Everything seemed to have frozen."What is he watching?" Ning Tao felt curiosity in his heart. He was not concerned over whether this hallucination from the past would vanish. He strode to that youth.In the past, the moment he moved, these hallucinations would disintegrate and vanish.But this time, he had moved his legs and taken a step. Yet that youth with the queue had not disappeared.Ning Tao was astounded. This was something which had never happened before. His stride gave him a bizarre feeling, as if he was not walking in a Beidu alley in the 2000s, but on a
When he came to the door, the Howling Celestial Dog scampered out, yelling and shaking its tail at Ning Tao.Ning Tao fondled the Howling Celestial Dog's beastly head. "Where's Xiaoji?"The Howling Celestial Dog stared around, looking quite furtive. "She's watching cartoon. I let her choose between Big Brother Bear and Little Brother Bear. Otherwise, she'll keep treating me like a horse. I'm a dog!"Ning Tao said, "Take good care of her. If she has any strange actions, report to me at once."The Howling Celestial Dog said, "Then buy me a cell phone, Dad. I want a smartphone with a big screen."Ning Tao was speechless.Qing Zhui and Jiang Hao were standing in the courtyard within the doorway. One was alluring in green clothes, the other clad in a smart uniform. They made up a visually attractive pair."Hao, when did you come back?" Ning Tao stepped in.Jiang Hao said, "I just came
In the study of the subsidiary building, Liu Shiba was lying in a pool of blood. There was only a single wound on his body, but it was a fatal one. A sharp weapon had pierced through his heart. Blood gushed out from his body, dying the floor red.Other than Liu Shiba having been killed, Reverend Qingsong had also been murdered. His head had been hacked by a saber, cleaved apart directly. The killer had struck deftly. The wound was not jagged and he had been killed in one stroke.The killer had obviously struck in the study, but there was no signs of a scuffle in the room. Nor did they find anything wrecked or knocked over. Other than splashes of blood, the study was very tidy. The murder scene did not need to be cleaned up, since the killer had not left behind any signs.Who could kill a practitioner like Reverend Qingsong in one saber stroke, without even a scuffle? Ning Tao was astounded. Even if he were to attack himself, he could not have d
The night was quiet.Beep, beep, beep...Incoming messages from the practitioners' club continued to beep continuously.Doctor Ning: I have just received news. Liu Shiba is dead.Bai Shengsheng, the White Hare Spirit: Huh? Ah!Black Bear Spirit from Changbai Mountains: Is this true? Admin, don't scare me! I just paid him 5 million for my membership!Divine Horse of the Steppes: @Doctor Ning, what happened?Chief of Wudang Mountains: In other words, the practitioners' flea market will be closed. What shall we do?Next-door Practitioner Old Wang: The news is true. I called up my disciple and queried him. His son is a police superintendent of Beidu. He said that Liu Shiba's body is still in the morgue. Some weapon had pierced his heart. Another person dead is Reverend Qingsong, whose head had been cleaved apart. It seems that Liu Shiba's spiritual materials and antiques had all been
Holding the third-version Ancestor-seeking Elixir in his hand, its elixir scent crept into his nostrils. Soon, Ning Tao had an allergic reaction. His eyes lapsed into darkness and could see no light, nor could he hear any sound. Even more bizarrely, Jiang Hao was standing right next to him, yet he could not smell her odor.After more than a dozen seconds of darkness, light appeared again before Ning Tao's eyes.It was a bright moment just before sunset. Outside the window, there were fiery crimson clouds floating in the westerly horizon.A flock of pigeons were flying in the sky. But they were frozen in this scene.His father was sitting on a worn fabric sofa, reading the local gazette of Shan City. He could see the date on the newspaper—June 11, 2000. He was only a small boy of five and had not yet attended school. His father was wearing a pair of ordinary spectacles for shortsightedness, and his face was lean. His blue worker's u