All Chapters of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Although he could stay in a special "Old Master" house, Ning Tao still decided to return to Sky Clinic and practiced his spiritual power and Hundred Steps Flying Needle Method there. If he was even a little careless during this trip to America, he would cause Nicholas Conway to appear. It would not be an relaxed meeting where two persons sat down and talked about their lives and ideals over two cups of coffee. It would be a life-and-death showdown. How could he relax? Besides, he did not know who that tyrant from Beidu was. That fellow ought to be on the same level as Bai Sheng. He must prepare himself for a confrontation. Although there were three beauties in his house, all lovelier than flowers, he could only look at but not touch them. He saw very little point to this, and preferred to practice alone in the clinic to improve his abilities. After practicing his spiritual power several times using the grade three elementary cultivation meth

Before Ning Tao's hand could grab or shove him, Harley Poche had already acted. He tried to lock Ning Tao's arm down and twist it along the way. This was a very basic move in grappling. The manner in which he executed it was as smooth and natural as flowing water. There was a beauty to his violent aesthetics. But Ning Tao's arm did not budge. Harley Poche immediately started. He increased his strength and moved his body in the reverse direction of Ning Tao's joint. He wanted to break Ning Tao's arm apart. But still Ning Tao's arm did not budge. Everyone present felt that Ning Tao was like a dummy forged out of cast iron. Harley Poche tried strenuously to pry this iron man's arm apart. "Bastard!" Harley Poche was shamed and enraged. He released Ning Tao's hand and punched a fist at Ning Tao's face. This time, Ning Tao did not give him another chance. His formerly locked hand advanced and he casually p

A dozen hours later. Florence, Italy. Ning Tao left the hotel he was staying and hailed a cab. He asked the driver to take him to Florence Cathedral. The taxi driver was a veteran driver. He drove very steadily and with moderate speed. Ancient edifices breezed past them by the window and the sky was pure like an untainted blue sheet. This city which gave rise to the European Renaissance made him feel as though he had traveled back in time. "First time Italy?" The veteran driver asked in broken English, breaking the silence. "Yes, my first time," Ning Tao said. "Want pretty girls? Pure Italian pretty girls, not from East Europe." A benign smile hovered on the veteran driver's lips. "Uh... better not. I'm here for sightseeing only." Ning Tao rejected him, feeling quite awkward. The veteran driver gave Ning Tao a name card. "You Hua Country people are shy. If you want one, ca

The forest in the hills was quiet. The setting sun was covered by the hills, and the shady side away from the sun had turned dusky. The Mexican man had gone up the slope. He finally discovered a clue— footprints under a tall Chinese fir tree. Squatting down, his fingers touched the footprints in the soil, trying to determine their wetness and hardness. "No one can escape my pursuit, not even if you were a fox." A cold smile hovered on the Mexican's lips. Those who thought that they could escape him were all dead. Whoosh! The sound of a breeze. The cold smile on the Mexican's lips suddenly vanished. He raised his head fiercely. In that instant, a human figure descended from the sky, one foot stepping on his back. Before the Mexican could duck, his face had plunged into the freshly discovered footprints. The violent concussion almost made him pass out! Ning Tao's foot kicked the Mexican's miniature sub

On the rooftop, Ning Tao lowered his right hand. The Mauser pistol was in his hands. He could have taken Lin Qinghua's life with it when he was lying on the ground with mangled legs. However, he had hesitated and relented when he was about to pull the trigger. It wasn't the retreat of his evil side nor the awakening of his good side which had made him lower the gun in his hand, but rather, it was his feelings. He still remembered that youth who begged him to become his master so that he could learn magical powers from him. In his evil mode, he killed mercilessly. He was able to kill a young and beautiful person like Audrey without hesitation, yet, he had relented when he had his gun pointed at Lin Qinghua. All for the sentimentality he still carried in his heart. If he weren't sentimental, simply killing anyone regardless of who they were, then how different would he be from a cold-blooded animal? "I hope this isn't actually yo