Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 110

On the western hills there was a setting sun and crimson clouds.

Under the orange sky, the old Sky Clinic looked like a spiritless old man, sitting on the stone steps waiting for his son home from work.

Ning Tao walked across the archway of Garden Street, carrying a bunch of shopping bags, and slowly walked to the end of the street. The street in front of him was empty, and so was the part behind him. It was as quiet as a world without humans.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere today.

Qing Zhui was right behind Ning Tao, and her green dress danced in the wind, appearing nimble and graceful. Ning Tao didn't know how old she was, but she looked like a naive teenage girl at the moment.

“Don't go back later,” Ning Tao suggested.

Qing Zhui nodded her head, with a smile playing across her lips, but there was a sharp look in her eyes. She also seemed to feel something wrong, and she was ready for it.

When they arrived at the Sky Clinic, Ning Tao opened the door and carried a lot of shopping bags Qing Zhui bought for free into the clinic.

“Brother Ning, I'm not going in,” Qing Zhui whispered, for she was nervous at the door.

“Well, I'll come out and sit by the door with you. Let's watch the sunset together.” Ning Tao put down the shopping bags and came out of the clinic. He sat down on the last stone step, not caring about the dirt on the step.

Qing Zhui sat next to him. There was just the thickness of a sheet of paper between her b.u.t.t and Ning Tao's.

The golden glow of the sunset fell and caught their faces. They looked like a lovely couple.

Ning Tao looked at the sinking sun, filled with inexplicable emotion. “Qing Zhui, do you think there are any G.o.ds or fairies in this vast universe? If so, where are they? Is the universe infinite, and where does life come from on earth?”

Qing Zhui c.o.c.ked her neck, leaned her head on Ning Tao, and lazily replied, “If you say there are G.o.ds and fairies, there are; If you say there aren't, there aren't.”

Ning Tao was speechless with her answer.

Just then an old man came out of the corner of a yard carrying two stacks of firewood with a shoulder pole. He had a big bamboo hat on his head, which covered almost his whole face, and only his mouth and the silver-white beard on his chin could be seen. Behind him was a path up the mountain. His firewood must have just been cut from the mountain, for it was fresh, and some of it had green leaves on it. On the right side of his shoulder pole hung a knife for cutting wood. It was a black knife with a white and sharp blade and a primitive style. It seemed to be an old stuff.

The old man wore a blue jacket, a pair of saggy pants, and black cloth shoes. He really looked like an ancient woodcutter.

The old man carried firewood to the Sky Clinic, but after a few steps he put down the burden and rested in the street, wiping sweat with a white towel around his neck.

Ning Tao and Qing Zhui coincidentally focused their eyes on the old man.

“Young man, do want some firewood?” Asked the old man loudly.

Ning Tao replied, “Yes, pick it here and I'll have a look.”

“I've just come down the mountain and I can't walk any further. You come here and I'll give you a discount,” said the old man.

Ning Tao replied, “I just came back from a long walk, too. You come here.”

“No, you come here,” insisted the old man.

“Hahaha!” Ning Tao suddenly laughed. “Tang Tianren, you've followed us here, but are you afraid to come to me? What you want is in the house behind me. Take it if you want it. There's no use pretending.”

The old man took off his bamboo hat and threw it to the sky.

The old man, with his white beard and silver hair, had something of the air of a fairy. He was Tang Tianren, the real head of the Tang Sect.

At that moment, four people came out from different corners. They were Tang Wen, Tang Wu, Tang Suifeng, and the fat guy who was good at lightness skills and was stabbed a Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases. The fat man had his body dark and eyes dead, indistinguishable from a dying man. Ning Tao didn't know what Tang Tianren had done to keep him alive, but he, though able to move right now, would die soon.

The Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases was used by the owner of the Sky Clinic to punish the wicked who refused to atone for their sins and to force those who had signed the prescription pact for sins of evil intention. If anyone could undo its poison, would it still be the Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases?

The four men divided into groups of two. Tang Wen and Tang Wu were on Tang Tianren's right side, and Tang Suifeng and the fat guy were on Tang Tianren's left. They were like Tang Tianren's right and left arms.

“Hiss!” Qing Zhui stood up, her sharp nails flas.h.i.+ng cold.

“No wonder you dare stand up to me, Ning Tao. But do you think a little beast can protect you?” Through observing all the way, Tang Tianren seemed to have a general judgment on Qing Zhui's strength, and he didn't think much of her.

Qing Zhui jumped down the steps, pointed at Tang Tianren and scolded, “You old b.a.s.t.a.r.d! If you dare to hurt Brother Ning today, I will kill you and the whole Tang Sect!”

“How dare you to be so wild, little beast!” Tang Tianren reached for the knife hanging from the shoulder pole and flicked it with his finger.

Oin!

A crisp sound came from the blade.

A line of knife aura, which was hard to see with naked eyes, suddenly flied to Qing Zhui.

Ning Tao bellowed, “Watch out!”

Qing Zhui turned to dodge the attack. There was a sudden shock in the place where she had been standing, and the old stone floor opened up like a piece of tofu being cut by a knife.

Ning Tao's eyes were fixed on Tang Tianren's knife. That was a magic tool!

Nowadays, there was a lack of spiritual energy in the world. Neither the pract.i.tioners nor the demons could cast magic arts, and the magic tools they used were pa.s.sed down from their ancestors or sects. Apparently, in order to kill him, Tang Tianren took out the magic tool inherited from the Tang Sect.

Ning Tao also had magic tools, and not just one. In addition to the good-evil tripod and the ledger of bamboo slips, he had the delicate perfumed tripod, the Heavenly Hound tripod, the rotten broken tripod and the Soil-seeking Inkstone. Unfortunately, these magic tools were not combative weapons, but auxiliary weapons, which could not be used to attack the weapon in Tang Tianren's hand— the firewood knife.

“I'll kill you!” Qing Zhui jumped at Tang Tianren.

“Qing Zhui!” Ning Tao yelled, “Come back!”

Qing Zhui immediately stopped, tapped the ground with her toes, and flipped back onto the steps of the clinic.

Tang Tianren flicked his hand on the knife again.

Oin!

Another knife aura shot out of the blade and flew directly to Ning Tao's face.

Ning Tao instinctively ducked away from the steps.

However, just as the second knife aura arrived at the first step of the clinic and had not approached Ning Tao, it disappeared without any noise. It didn't even shake a speck of dust on the clinic steps, let alone break anything!

Tang Tianren looked surprised and immediately put his finger to the knife again. This time he made a deliberate effort to flick the blade.

Oin!

A stronger knife aura flew to Ning Tao.

Tang Tianren's knife was the equivalent of a powerful sniper rifle, but instead of pulling the trigger, his fingers input the pract.i.tioner's spiritual power to trigger and then release the knife aura.

However, the knife aura of spiritual power, which could make a cut on the armored tank, mysteriously disappeared as it flew up to the first stone step of the clinic.

Ning Tao didn't avoid the attack anymore. This was the Sky Clinic, which itself was a huge magic tool of the size of a house! The magic tool in Tang Tianren's hand was like a completely useless weapon in front of it!

“It's really not normal here!” Tang Tianren saw something was wrong here. He was calm on the surface, but actually he was full of shock, confusion, and nervousness.

Ning Tao said, “Aren't you trying to kill me? Come and kill me. Kill me, and you shall take away the spiritual soil and grain in the room.”

All of a sudden, there was a shock in the void, seeming to be a gash in that moment. Then out of the void came a pale light.

It was as if an invisible knifecutter had struck Tang Tianren!

Tang Tianren hurriedly raised his knife and blocked it.

Click!

The knife in Tang Tianren's hand was broken, and pieces of it clattered to the ground.

Tang Tianren's heart was also broken.

“No—” Cried Tang Tianren sadly, as if his father or mother had died.

Now the cultivating resources had been scarce to the extreme, and this knife magic tool was the treasure that guarded the Tang Sect, and also precious as the second life for Tang Tianren. This time he took out this knife to kill Ning Tao, but he never thought that it failed to kill the target, but was chopped to pieces!

Ning Tao said, “Tang Tianren, do you have any other magic tools? Take them all out. I think some of them will kill me.”

Tang Tianren blew his top. He roared, and suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed the neck of the fat man who was good at lightness skill. “Tang Zixuan,” he snapped, “the Tang Sect has been nice to you, and it's time for you to repay the kindness.”

The fat man, named Tang Zixuan, burst into tears. “Grandmaster, I'll go first. I will repay you and our sect's kindness in the next life!”

“Go!” Tang Tianren hurled Tang Zixuan into the Sky Clinic abruptly.

Whoos.h.!.+

Tang Zixuan clamped his arms and legs together, and his pudgy body flew toward Ning Tao and Qing Zhui like a cannonball in the shape of a person.

A human bomb?

Ning Tao was confused. He could see that Tang Zixuan was going to die and not survive the night, but he couldn't see what Tang Tianren had done to Tang Zixuan. If Tang Tianren didn't do anything to Tang Zixuan, what was the difference between Tang Tianren throwing Tang Zixuan over and a dead dog?

Boom!

Before he could get to Ning Tao and Qing Zhui, Tang Zixuan blew up. Pieces of flesh, internal organs and dirty blood rained down on the Sky Clinic. Ning Tao and Qing Zhui had nowhere to hide, and they were splashed with blood and flesh sc.r.a.ps. An itchy sensation spread across their skin and quickly invaded their bodies.

Ning Tao knew the answer to the question he was thinking about. Tang Zixuan was stuck the Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases and doomed to die, and Tang Tianren kept him alive in order to bring him here not only as a human bomb, but as a dirty bomb with nasty poison!

“Now I've destroyed the spirituality of your magic tool with filth blood. How will you fight with me!” Tang Tianren's momentum was back.

The Sky Clinic suffered no damage at all, but as Tang Tianren said, Qing Zhui's clothes began to rot and her skin also showed signs of festering!

Ning Tao grabbed her hand all of a sudden and injected a wave of special spiritual power into her body. The rate of corrosion of Qing Zhui's skin instantly slowed down, and the bad situation was restrained.

“Are you all right?” Ning Tao asked solicitously.

“I'm fine. I'll kill him!” Qing Zhui's voice was cold.

“We'll kill him together.” Ning Tao took Qing Zhui's hand and walked down the steps.

At that time, a man in a black robe came out from the back of the Sky Clinic. He was wearing a bamboo hat, covering his face, carrying the Brotherhood of Blade.

The fighting demon Yin Molan was coming.