Semua Bab A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Bab 251 - Bab 260

Buzz! The good-evil tripod gave a loud hum. As its mysterious energy field suppressed them, the dozens of insects were instantaneously contained. They all dropped to the ground noisily. A few writhed a little, but soon were motionless. Ning Tao stretched out his hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. Recalling that dangerous scene just now, his heart shivered in trepidation. There were blood locks in the ruins of the Feminine-moon people, but he did not dare visit that place. He dared not guess what would befall those Shennongjia primitives. He had been trying his best to protect them, but the outcome was they casting stones on him when he was down. They were no better than beasts. How could he hope to live harmoniously with them and be their friends? Did Tang Zixian manage to escape? In fact, this question did not need much guessing. Tang Zixian would surely have a way to escape if she could activate the formation.

Using his state of looking, Ning Tao could see whiffs of greenish demon aura on Chu Yixiong's body. They were even stronger than those on Lin Qinghua. As a new demon, Lin Qinghua could change his face. Since Chu Yixiong had become a new demon, what abilities would he acquire as a demon? Ning Tao continued to observe Chu Yixiong. His mind was turning over all the ways to treat him. This might be another case with no treatment fees, but the problem was more serious than that. Unlike Lin Qinghua, Chu Yixiong did not want Ning Tao as his Master. He was a proud, patriotic old scientist. If Chu Yixiong did not destroy all his research materials to atone for his sin, he would retain memories of Sky Clinic. This would mean Ning Tao's secret coming into the open. Even thinking about this gave him a big headache. "Traitor, watch my halbert!" Chu Yixiong suddenly stretched out the broom in his hand and poked at Ning Tao's face. Although he was only holding a plastic

Tang Zhen had cooked a number of dishes and also specially opened a bottle of wine. The wine was a very ordinary locally manufactured red wine, worth less than 50 dollars, but Ning Tao could not judge its quality. To him, there was no difference between a cheap red wine and an expensive red wine. As long as it was with the right company, even drinking plain water would make him happy. Tang Zhen said with a smirk, "Jiang Hao, pick some food for Tao." "I refuse," Jiang Hao said with a face of unpleasantness. The smile on Tang Zhen's face stiffened. "You two has... fought?" It seemed like she had wanted to say "husband and wife", but did not manage to after all, since they were nowhere near that stage yet. Ning Tao picked a piece of sweet and sour pork rib and put it into Jiang Hao's bowl. "Have some pork rib." Jiang Hao glared at Ning Tao. "You're so busy. Isn't it a waste of your time picking pork rib

The space behind the door was not particularly big or particularly small. It was about the same size of the living room of a 100 square meter apartment. Referring to it as a "store" was somewhat of an overstatement. What was even more ridiculous was that, he was not met with shelves full of scriptures and scrolls, but rather, an old wooden chest placed in the center of the room, as well as a door directly across the room. Above the door was a signboard with the words "Scriptures & Scrolls Store II" clearly written on it. Ning Tao was feeling queasy all of a sudden from the sight of that door and the signboard. Based on the clinic's way of things, if there were Scriptures & Scrolls Store II, then there would probably be a Scriptures & Scrolls Store III, Scriptures & Scrolls Store IV... Scriptures & Scrolls Store N, right? When would it end at such a rate? Ning Tao suddenly felt pity for the Meixiang Deity Zeng Ruxian and the Tao

In that night, Ning Tao tried more than one dozen different rune combinations, but not one of them succeeded. The plucking talisman with the erroneous rune was a mere coincidence. One could almost say its error was one in a million—like that rotten apple which happened to fall on Newton's head. After busying himself for a night, Ning Tao came to a conclusion. A scrambled rune combination turning into a usable paper talisman—the likelihood was even slimmer than hitting jackpot at a lottery center. To come up with the correct rune combination like this would be like hitting a medium-sized jackpot. It would be a small repayment from Sky Clinic for fleecing him so much treatment fees. Ning Tao threw all the useless paper talismans into the delicate perfumed tripod. He wanted to turn them into paper mash, for recycling into medium paper. "Doctor Ning, are you there?" An immature-sounding voice rang out from outside the door.