Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 106 Smear The Mouth With Blood And Swear Fidelity

"Hiss!" Qing Zhui was enveloped in black air.

The back of Ning Tao's hand was bulging, and his special spiritual power had been injected into the Sacred Needle. The Brotherhood of Blade in Yin Molan's hand could threaten him, but as long as Qing Zhui held Yin Molan, Ning Tao could make Yin Molan get sick and quickly cut the latter's fighting capacity by sticking a Sacred Needle on him. By then, Qing Zhui was able to kill Yin Molan herself, not to mention with the help of Ning Tao.

Yin Molan dropped his hand from the hilt.

"Qing Zhui, put your nails away," said Ning Tao.

Qing Zhui tucked her nails away again. The growth of her nails, sharp as Wolverine's claws, was as natural to her as the breath that controlled by her mind. This was actually thanks to Ning Tao's healing of her demon bone, without which she would never have been able to do it.

Yin Molan said, "Since you have the ability to protect yourself and found the snake demon to help you, you don't need to fear my threat at all. What else are you doing here?"

"Cooperation," Ning Tao replied simply.

"Don't you want to refine elixirs for me? Why did you change your mind?"

"I told you before I came that I could work with you, but on one condition," Ning Tao said.

"What is it?" Yin Molan asked tentatively.

Ning Tao replied, "Help me deal with the Tang Sect. I want several lives of the sect."

Yin Molan gave a cold snort. "I wondered why you had come to me. So you got into trouble with the Tang family. I heard through the grapevine that the Tang family lost something important. Does this have anything to do with you?"

"Qing Zhui and I accidentally entered the so-called forbidden land of the Tang family when we were hunting for the people of the Tang family. I found a piece of spiritual soil and spiritual grains from the forbidden land. I just took them away. Tang Tianren is a man without virtue. He doesn't deserve it," Ning Tao explained simply. He didn't hide anything, because there was no need to hide it.

"You have spiritual grains?" Yin Molan's eyes lit up with excitement.

Ning Tao's face remained impa.s.sive as he saw Yin Molan's excitement. He said, "I haven't seen your elixir prescription. I don't know if the spiritual grain is one of the ingredients. If it is, I can take some of them to refine the Ancestor-seeking Elixir, so that the success rate of refining will be much greater."

Yin Molan was silent for a moment before he said, "The elixir prescriptions that I gave Lin Qinghua and Liang Keming aren't complete. In fact, I don't have a complete one..." Then he switched the conversation to some other subject. "It is, however, an important ingredient in the elixir prescription. It took me decades to find it, but I failed."

Ning Tao frowned. "Since your elixir prescription isn't complete, how do you refine the Ancestor-seeking Elixir?"

Yin Molan replied, "If I had the full elixir prescription, why would I tempt Lin Qinghua? Why did I force you to make it for me? You are not the only one who could refine elixirs in this world. I do think you have a talent for this, and it is possible to make an Ancestor-seeking Elixir that is close to the real one."

"If you promise to help me deal with the Tang Sect and give me the elixir prescription, I'll try," Ning Tao said directly.

Yin Molan said, "I don't think you heard me. I said it was possible, not absolute. You can't guarantee that you can refine an elixir that is close to the real Ancestor-seeking Elixir, but you fool me to be your cannon fodder. Against the Tang Sect? It is an ancient sect with a history of hundreds of years and many disciples. On the surface, their leader is Tang Shoucheng, who is not worth mentioning, but their grandmaster Tang Tianren is very strong. Tang Tianren's cultivation is above mine. Now that I can't beat him, why should I risk it for a wish?"

Ning Tao said, "Of course you can't kill him alone, but with Qing Zhui and me, the three of us together can kill him."

Yin Molan went silent. He didn't immediately say anything. He was clearly hesitating.

Ning Tao continued, "Without wish, what's the difference between a man and salted fish? It took you hundreds of years. If you really have a way to refine the Ancestor-seeking Elixir, you would have refined it now, instead of waiting until today to try modern technology pharmaceutical methods. I'm sure that if you go on like this, you will still be unable to make Ancestor-seeking Elixirs after hundreds of years."

Yin Molan's lips moved, but he did not say anything. He was still hesitating.

"Cooperate or not, it's up to you. Give me an answer before I walk past the stone tablet at the entrance to the village. If you miss this chance it may not come again." Ning Tao turned away and said to Qing Zhui, "Qing Zhui, let's go."

Qing Zhui gave Yin Molan a vicious look and then turned to follow Ning Tao to the entrance of the village.

After the fight they had just had, the dilapidated village was even more ruined. Several old houses had collapsed, and tiles and bricks from the Ming dynasty were scattered on the ground, many in great pieces. The bricks and tiles were relics, but they didn't matter to Ning Tao and Qing Zhui.

They drew nearer and nearer to the entrance of the village.

Yin Molan looked at Ning Tao's and Qing Zhui's back and tried to stop Ning Tao several times, but finally shut his mouth. Ning Tao's visit not only brought him hope, but also a powerful enemy. It was a conditional cooperation. Once he agreed, the Tang Sect, who had been at peace with him for hundreds of years, became his enemy. Such a matter could not be decided casually.

On the way, Qing Zhui tugged at Ning Tao's sleeve and asked, "Brother Ning, do you think that guy will say yes?"

Ning Tao smiled nonchalantly and replied, "I don't know. It's okay if he doesn't say yes. I brought you here this time, and had a fight with him in order to make him know that I'm not a man he could threaten at will, and to put an end to his threats against me. It has now been accomplished."

Qing Zhui nodded and said, "I get it."

They reached the stone tablet.

Ning Tao was ready to pa.s.s it without hesitation.

Yin Molan thought what Ning Tao had just said, "If you miss this chance it may not come again."

Just then Yin Molan's voice came from behind him. "Wait!"

Ning Tao put his foot that was lifted back and turned to look at Yin Molan, without saying anything.

"You're right. Without wish, there is no difference between a man and salted fish. I agreed to work with you," Yin Molan said.

Ning Tao smiled. "Well, we are allies from now on. Your business is my business, and my enemies are your enemies."

Clank!

Yin Molan pulled out his Brotherhood of Blade. It was gleaming, with ripple-like lines, and a cold aura. However, the hilt was slightly worn out, showing signs of age.

"Hiss!" Qing Zhui's nails were out again, appearing green and cold light.

Yin Molan raised his left hand and grasped the blade. Then he pulled it out with his right hand. A stream of blood gushed from the palm of his left hand, dripping to the ground.

Then Yin Molan tossed the Brotherhood of Blade with his right hand, and the b.l.o.o.d.y blade flew over and landed on the ground in front of Ning Tao with a click. Although the ground there was not paved with stone, the road was as hard as stone. Yet, the Brotherhood of Blade went into the ground almost one foot deep, as if it stuck on the bean curd.

It was obviously not an ordinary blade. It was a blade belonged to the world of cultivation, which had been refined with secret method. It could cut clean through iron as though it were mud.

"Smear the mouth with blood and swear fidelity." Yin Molan put his b.l.o.o.d.y left hand to his mouth and wiped the blood on his lips.

Without hesitation, Ning Tao reached out and grabbed the hilt of the Brotherhood of Blade, pulled it out, and also held the blade with his left hand.

Qing Zhui had a distressed expression on her face. "Be gentle. Just make a small cut." In fact, she also wanted to tell Ning Tao not to imitate Tang Tianren who was so silly that he cut a big gush with the blade.

Ning Tao also took the Brotherhood of Blade out of his hand, tingling pain came out from the palm, and a stream of blood dripped from his fingers to the ground. He loosened the Brotherhood of Blade, rubbed his b.l.o.o.d.y left hand on his lips, and said, "Smear the mouth with blood and swear fidelity."

Then he threw the Brotherhood of Blade back.

The b.l.o.o.d.y Brotherhood of Blade rolled a few times in the air, hit in the ground with a bang. It did not plunge in the ground like just now. Ning Tao tried to do what Tang Tianren did with the knife, but he was too clumsy.

Yin Molan put out his foot and lifted it up. The Brotherhood of Blade lying on the ground jumped up and clicked back into its sheath. He strode over to Ning Tao and held out his b.l.o.o.d.y left hand.

Ning Tao walked over to him and held his b.l.o.o.d.y left hand with Yin Molan's. He suddenly felt that he should cut his right hand, because it was really awkward to hold Yin Molan's left hand with his left hand.

"You help me refine the Ancestor-seeking Elixir," Yin Molan uttered.

"You help me deal with the Tang Sect," Ning Tao stated.

It was like an old ritual.

Qing Zhui shook her head and murmured, "You do this in modern times. Men are really childish."

"Come with me. Let's talk at my house." Yin Molan released Ning Tao's hand, and was surprised to find that his cut was still bleeding, while Ning Tao's cut had stopped bleeding.

Ning Tao wiped his hands on his torn pants and said, "Qing Zhui, let's go."

"Good," Qing Zhui responded.

Yin Molan turned to the roofless stone house.

Qing Zhui followed Ning Tao with little steps, whispering, "Brother Ning, give me your hand."

Ning Tao paused slightly and asked, "What for?"

"I'll suck the blood out of your hand. It's a waste," Qing Zhui answered.

Ning Tao was speechless.

Before Ning Tao could say yes, she had already grabbed his left hand. She lifted his hand and opened her mouth. Then the b.l.o.o.d.y fingers were in her mouth.

A weird feeling came over Ning Tao that he couldn't help shuddering. Then he shuddered again, and the third time...

Yin Molan glanced back, then turned forward, with a knowing expression.

Ning Tao tried to withdraw his hand, but Qing Zhui's tongue came out, and licked off a drop of blood on his middle finger, like the frog catching its prey.

Qing Zhui licked her lips with a look of intoxication on her face. "Brother Ning, your blood tastes good."

Ning Tao didn't know what to say.

Yin Molan stopped at a stone wall in the rubble, then put his hand on a brick.

Rattle, rattle...

The ground trembled, and blocks of stone bricks suddenly retracted to both sides, a flight of downward stone stairs instantly exposed.