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Published at 4th of August 2019 04:35:04 AM


Chapter 86: 86

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Ning Tao turned around and asked, "Senior Yin, what do you mean?"

Yin Molan snorted. "What do you think this place is? Do you think you can come and go as you like?"

"What do you want?" Questioned Ning Tao coldly.

"Is it proper for you to leave when you know so many of my secrets?" Yin Molan said darkly.

Lin Qinghua was nervous and scared, and changed another face all of a sudden. It was Emperor Xuanzong of Tang's face, which was his most familiar face. The face carried the regal majesty, but Lin Qinghua's performance had nothing to do with an emperor. He ducked behind Ning Tao, raised his hand to Yin Molan, and said, "Do you know who my master is? How dare you threaten my master like this? Do you want to die?"

In his eyes, Ning Tao was almost the spokesman of the ways of Heaven, and was definitely more powerful than Yin Molan. What he didn't know was that a little over a month ago his "master" made a living by standing guard at the gate of Shan City Medical University and repairing broken desks and chairs.

"Hum! What's so powerful about a practitioner who is a doctor?" Yin Molan stated disdainfully. "Do you know why nobody chooses to become a practitioner from a doctor? It's because practitioners like you are only good at alchemy and pharmaceuticals. Besides that, can you refine magic tools? Can you do magic arts? I don't mean to brag. I can beat you both to death with one punch!"

"Brag and bounce!" Lin Qinghua interrupted.

Yin Molan snorted coldly and raised his fist above his head. For a moment, a cloud of black air swirled around his fist. A second later, he banged his fist on the ground.

Boom!

With a dull thud, a pit the size of a basin appeared on the stone floor at Yin Molan's feet and cobwebbed cracks appeared on the surrounding floor.

That blow was enough to kill a rhino!

Ning Tao was shocked, but remained impassive. He said blandly, "You've got some serious skills, but you underestimate me. You say I can't do magic arts, I will cast one to show you! If you can break it, I will promise you to refine Ancestor-seeking Elixirs."

"Hahaha!" Yin Molan burst out laughing.

Ning Tao, not feeling offended, asked, "I said I could do magic arts. Why are you laughing?"

Yin Molan scoffed, "Magic arts existed in the magic ancient ages, and that era ended long ago. Now that the world's environment is deteriorating and spiritual energy is running out, no practitioner can cast magic arts. When we fight for territory, we can only take out the magic tools left by our sects or ancestors. Even the number of times a magic tool is used is limited, and each time it is used, it will be reduced once. Now a lot of sects, large families have only few magic tools. So when they aren't facing a life and death fight, they absolutely won't use magic tools. How could you tell me you can do magic arts?"

"Why is this happening?" Ning Tao asked.


"How should I know? Many people have tried to solve the mystery of the end of the magic ancient age, but no one has been able to do so to this day. The Ancestor-seeking Elixir is the thing of that age. Also, after cultivating yourself, the next stage is to try to become an immortal. Then tell me, have you ever seen a real immortal?"

Ning Tao shook his head. It was the first time he had heard of it, let alone seen an immortal.

Yin Molan snorted, "I knew you've never seen any immortal. You have been a practitioner for a short time, but you dare to establish a sect and take a demon to be your disciple. This seems to me to be the behavior of a frog in a well!"

Ning Tao still wasn't mad. "You said that no one in this world can use magic arts, and that the number of times a magic tool is used is limited, then... Do you have any worn-out magic tools?"

Yin Molan paused slightly. "Why are you asking?"

A faint smile played across Ning Tao's mouth. "I opened a clinic, which you can take it as a cultivating clinic. Not only do I cure people, I cure demons. Besides, my clinic also runs a business— repairing broken magic tools. If you have a broken magic tool, you can bring it to me, and I can mend it for you. Of course, it's not free."

"Are you kidding me? I have never heard of anyone who can repair broken magic tools since I became a practitioner. Do you think you are immortal?" Yin Molan snapped.

"Believe it or not," said Ning Tao. "Anyway, I have fixed a magic tool for a senior. We made an appointment for him to pick it up tonight. I didn't think it would take me so long to stay with you, because I didn't know you were such a badass. There's nothing wrong with us, and you're pushing me to work for you."

Yin Molan stared at Ning Tao with his eyes sharp as a knife. "First you said you could do magic arts, and now you say you can mend magic tools. You're lying to me. You want to run away, right? I'd kill you right now if you were not good at alchemy!"

"Have you ever heard of the Soil-seeking Inkstone?" Ning Tao asked, in a subtle tone.

Yin Molan was startled by what he heard. "Soil-seeking Inkstone? Xuan Tianzi's Soil-seeking Inkstone?"

Ning Tao had never heard of Xuan Tianzi, but he replied curtly, "Yeah, Xuan Tianzi's Soil-seeking Inkstone. The senior who is going to pick his magic tool up is Xuan Tianzi. You can talk to him later."

"Nonsense! Xuan Tianzi has been missing for hundreds of years, and legend has it that he has become an immortal. So how could he ask you to fix his Soil-seeking Inkstone? I think you're courting death!" Suddenly Yin Molan was surrounded by black air, which meant that he was ready to fight.

Ning Tao took the Soil-seeking Inkstone out of the small medicine chest and held it in his hand.

Instantly, Yin Molan stared at the inkstone wide-eyed and his voice trembled. "It's... It's..."

Without saying a word, Ning Tao slowly took out a bottle of ink from the small medicine chest, unscrewed the cap, and poured 30 millilitres of ink into the Soil-seeking Inkstone.

Once the ink was poured into the inkstone, a strange energy field was born immediately. A "Soil-seeking Inkstone" which was condensed from spiritual energy, loomed in the ink.

Yin Molan could tell at a glance that it was a high quality magic tool, not to mention that it had Xuan Tianzi's "logo" on it.

"It's really Xuan Tianzi's Soil-seeking Inkstone!" Yin Molan finally admitted. After all, he had been in the cultivating world for hundreds of years. Even if he had not seen some of the famous magic tools, he had heard a lot about them.

As soon as he said this, the ink in the Soil-seeking Inkstone made a ripple, which gathered into a shape like an arrow, and poured into a scale one after another. The scale was corresponding to the ruins of the stone house without roof.

Ning Tao was surprised to see the change of ink. "I didn't expect there was spiritual soil in Black Dragon Mountain, and there seems to be quite a lot of it! No wonder Yin Molan gave Lin Qinghua spiritual soil. It was from here!" He wondered.

Yin Molan's green eyes flashed across a killing intent. Due to the lack of practice resources, practitioners would fight over a place with a bit of spiritual energy, not to mention a treasure like the spiritual soil. Yin Molan had planned to kill Ning Tao if he refused to cooperate with him. Now that Ning Tao had found that there was spiritual soil here, he was more determined to kill him.

However, as soon as he was ready to do it, Ning Tao said, "I don't know how to use the Soil-seeking Inkstone. I'll ask Xuan Tianzi later."

When he heard the name Xuan Tianzi again, Yin Molan froze. "No, this guy has fixed Xuan Tianzi's Soil-seeking Inkstone, so he's on friendly terms with Xuan Tianzi. If I kill Ning Tao, Xuan Tianzi might think I'm trying to rob him of his Soil-seeking Inkstone. Then he'll beat me to death!"

While Yin Molan was hesitating, Ning Tao bit his right index finger, bent down and drew a blood lock on the stone floor.

This was what he said "casting magic arts".

In fact, when Yin Molan pressed him to cooperate and he refused, he felt Yin Molan had the intention to kill him. It was then that he thought of drawing a blood lock to open the convenient door and take Lin Qinghua away. He fled for two reasons. First of all, he couldn't defeat Yin Molan, who had been practicing for hundreds of years. Even if neither he nor Yin Molan was a practitioner, Yin Molan's role as an imperial guard of ranking five is enough to suppress him. Second, he took Lin Qinghua, a weak demon, and Lin Qinghua would be the first to die once they fought. How dare he act the hero under such circumstances?

"What are you doing?" By the time Yin Molan came to his senses, the blood lock was done.

"Don't you believe I can do magic arts? I'm going to perform one right now," replied Ning Tao.

"What magic art is it?"

"Don't worry, it's just a little one." Ning Tao put the clinic key to the blood lock.

Then the convenient door clattered open and there appeared an inky hole in the ground. Less than a second later, Ning Tao and Lin Qinghua were in a hole.

"Hey, don't run!"

Yin Molan trod on the ground with such force that the stone floor burst open and he shot like an arrow through the hole in the ground.

At that moment, the convenient door suddenly disappeared.

Yin Molan hit the ground. With a dull thud, his head plunged into the ground, his neck submerged. He looked like a human-shaped javelin stuck to the ground.

Meanwhile, Ning Tao and Lin Qinghua had arrived at the Sky Clinic.

Lin Qinghua sat down on the ground, and didn't notice that the good-evil tripod was glaring at him.

Ning Tao sighed, "Too bad that guy didn't catch up."

Lin Qinghua, still a little shaken up, said, "Master, are you confused? That guy is so scary! You expect him to follow us here?"

Ning Tao gave a cold snort and replied, "Yes! I do hope he will come. He's lucky he didn't get here."

When the Taoist Heavenly Hound Chen Pingdao, who was more than 2,000 years old, was subdued by the Sky Clinic and didn't dare to disobey it, so what Yin Molan came here? If Yin Molan tried to kill the clinic owner Ning Tao in the clinic, the Sky Clinic would stop him immediately!

This experience made Ning Tao make a decision— in the future, if he encountered a weaker enemy, he would fight with the enemy; if he encountered a stronger enemy, he would lure the enemy to the Sky Clinic!

"Master, what should we do now?" Lin Qinghua asked.

"Don't you sleep when it's so late? Go back to bed, of course," Ning Tao responded.

Lin Qinghua gave a bitter smile and said, "How can I fall asleep? What if Yin Molan comes to my house? No, I'll be right here with you."

Ning Tao pointed to the good-evil tripod and said, "If you want to stay here, stay here."

Lin Qinghua then turned to see the good-evil tripod. All of a sudden, the evil eyes of the tripod seemed to penetrate his body and soul, and his legs went limp with fear. "Master, I, I'd better go back to my house," he said immediately.

Ning Tao suddenly grabbed his hand and shoved him into the open convenient door.

When the darkness receded and Lin Qinghua saw things again, he was already on the roof of a residential building.

"What... What is this place?" Lin Qinghua looked far into the distance. His eyes were suddenly fixed on a building like a pair of pants, and then froze on the spot.

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