All Chapters of A Mortal's Journey to Immortality: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

It was late at night. Peach Blossom Village was enveloped in darkness. None of the villagers had turned on their lights. Cities were flourishing while villages were becoming more deserted. The young had all moved away, leaving behind only the elderly, and some kids who were not in schools.An electric motorbike rode through the Peach Blossom Village, stopping at Dragon Gate Inn at its rear.The lights in Dragon Gate Inn were all off. Like the night sky without the moon, the place was pitch-dark.But its gate was open. There was no guard on sentry.The girls had run off. Each had been paid 100,000 yuan, vying with one another to expose Li Biao's crimes. They would never return again.Ning Tao rode God's Will through the gate and continued ahead. He summoned the states of looking and smelling in his eyes and nose, swiftly scanning every nook and corner.He did not detect the innate aura of any human. Jumbled

Near noon, it started to rain. Large drops of rain fell from the sky. The pedestrians on the streets all sheltered themselves at nearby stores.Ning Tao crossed the street and came to a cafe. His clothes were all drenched, but his small medicine chest was still dry, untouched by the rain."Sir, what would you like?" A waitress asked politely."Let me have a cup of latte. Also, give me a cake." Ning Tao picked a seat by the window and sat down."Sure. Please wait for a while." The waitress left.Ning Tao watched the street through the window. It was still raining and there were scarcely any pedestrians on the street.The waitress soon returned with a cup of latte and a cake. "Please enjoy, sir."Ning Tao nodded, took away the teaspoon and took a sip of the coffee. Then he took out his cell phone to read the messages from the Practitioners' Club. Zhang Chengdong, the imperial Qing physician had

Inside the clinic, Tang Zixian was reminiscing, "Since hundreds of years ago, the Tang Sect has been searching and exploring for information regarding the origins of the Feminine-moon people and their secrets. There's an ancient book in the Tang Sect's scripture room which talks about the myth of the Feminine-moon people...""Legend has it that the Feminine-moon people were celestial citizens of the Gulin era. All of them practiced cultivation and served a certain high deity in the heavenly realm. The Feminine-moon City was actually an underground residence created by that deity in the mortal realm. Those Feminine-moon people lived as celestial citizens, planting spiritual grains and other spiritual materials, serving that high deity. It was said that the formation was a passage to the heavenly realm. As long as it's activated correctly, spiritual materials would be sent to where the deity lived in the heavenly realm...""The practitioners of the Tang Sect

It was Liu Xian'er. There was a hint of helplessness in her voice, along with a sense of reproach. Based on such a tone, she clearly didn't treat Ning Tao as someone older than her or as a senior in cultivation.Ning Tao glanced at Liu Xian'er; his voice turning cold. "We'll settle the problem between us later. I just want my friend back. I have no other condition. Release my friend and I'll return you a healthy Song Chengpeng."Who was the true controller of the Genesis Biotech Company? Who was behind the deaths of Liu Shiba and Reverend Qingsong? Those questions were not as important as Yin Molan's life. Ning Tao had to set those mysteries aside at that moment. He just wanted Yin Molan to be back."Who told you he's in our hands?" Wu Xiaolin asked. His tone was cold and equally impolite as the one used by Liu Xian'er.Ning Tao said, "I have my own ways of knowing, of course. Let me remind you, I can wait but Song Chengpeng cannot

A crisis was over just like that, but the suspicions remained. Who had killed Liu Shiba and Reverend Qingsong? Who were the true powers behind the Genesis Biotechnology Company? The answer seemed to be just within reach yet it appeared to be blocked by a wall, eliminating all chances him to see through it.But life had to go on. Time would not stop after anyone's death or tragedy. Not even for a second.Three days later.A light shower in the evening had ushered in an early winter. The temperature had fallen dramatically. Even the women who were highly conscious about their looks had put on jackets and long pants to fend against the cold. However, inside the Sky Clinic, Ning Tao was barefooted and his pair of hands were put into a ball of liquid inside the delicate perfumed tripod, extracting fiber from it. Strands of thread in various lengths that were thinner than a hair were all over the floor next to the delicate perfumed tripod.