All Chapters of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Yin Molan had smeared the blood as a sign of the oath with Ning Tao and promised to join forces with him against Tang Tianren. Now he had come to fulfill his promise. Under the steps of the Sky Clinic, Ning Tao, Qing Zhui and Yin Molan stood side by side. Tang Tianren glared at Yin Molan and snarled, "Yin Molan, what are you doing? We lived in peace for so many years. Are you against me today? Have you thought about the consequences of making enemies with me?" Yin Molan replied, "The Tang Sect has being strong all these years, and I has to avoid you guys. But I won't hide from anyone from now on. I will turn over the past. You asked me if I thought about the consequences of making enemies with you. Now I tell you, the consequences are either you die or I live." Ning Tao suddenly let go of Qing Zhui's hand. This was a signal. Almost the moment he moved, Qing Zhui and Yin Molan both jumped at Tang Tianren. Without T

In the party hall, Chen Tiansheng cranked up the speakers on his phone to full volume and heard Huai Kebing munching on a grape. The noise was small, but the hall was so quiet that people sitting near the stage could hear him chewing. "Go up the stage and get a microphone. I have something to talk," Huai Kebing ordered. "Yes, Young Master Huai," Chen Tiansheng said, stepping across Fan Huaying onto the stage. Fan Huaying reached out and grabbed Chen Tiansheng's arm and snapped, "What are you doing? Didn't you hear me? I ask you to get out of here!" Chen Tiansheng immediately pointed the phone's camera at Fan Huaying and said coldly, "See clearly who asks me to go to the stage. How dare you stop me?" Huai Kebing put another grape into his mouth and chewed while saying "Oh, Fan Huaying, do you have to be on the wrong side of me?" Fan Huaying replied coldly, "I'm just on the right side." "

There was not a sound in the morgue, and the smell of formalin filled every inch of space. Time seemed to stand still, no longer flowing. Huai Kebing lay on a bier, covered in a white shroud, from head to foot. He couldn't carry the wealth, the status, the vanity, the women, the house or the car that he had. At this point, he no longer owned anything. What would a king who had everything in life take with him when he died? In the end, all he got was a pit and a pile of dirt. At that moment, the door of the morgue opened and a man and a woman came in through the door. The woman wore a white Chinese Tang costume and held a bunch of white chrysanthemums. She was in her early fifties, but her figure and skin were so well maintained that she looked like a woman in her thirties, still retaining a graceful bearing. Her face remained expressionless, her eyes hollow. This woman was Huai Kebing's mother, Tang

To the villagers of Sword Pavilion Village and their female chief Lu Nan, Xuan Tianzi was just a character in a legend. It was understandable for a small village to take a legend story as a gimmick in order to attract investment to develop tourism. However, for Ning Tao, that was not a legend, and Xuan Tianzi was not a fictional character. The proof of Xuan Tianzi's existence was in his medicine chest, and it was the Soil-seeking Inkstone that could detect where the spiritual soil was. But he could not tell Lu Nan and the villagers of Sword Pavilion Village about it. Lu Nan told Ning Tao about her village while walking. Ning Tao observed the Sword Pavilion Mountain. The mountain rose to a height of three to four kilometers, and the top of the mountain was always covered with clouds, so that its complete view could not be seen. It was much higher than the surrounding mountains, but not majestic, the middle part even a little thin, like a person's "slim wai

The road up the mountain was a dirt road with a history of untold years. Perhaps because few people used it, the road was almost covered with weeds. Ning Tao carried the Soil-seeking Inkstone and climbed up the mountainside along the rugged path. Soon the path disappeared, and in front of it lay strange stones, like a stone forest. A dense primeval forest followed, rising up the steep mountain. Ning Tao looked up and found that the mountain was still covered with clouds and fog, causing the summit invisible. The Soil-seeking Inkstone still indicated the direction of the top of the mountain. Ning Tao really wanted to climb to the top, but after a moment's thought, he gave up. It might take him about a day to climb up, but he promised Lu Nan that he would have lunch with them. Now it was almost time to lunch. "Leave a blood lock here, and I'll come back in the evening. It would save a lot of time to go straight up from here," Nin