Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself Chapter 122

The Sky Clinic was quiet, the white good energy and the black evil energy curling around the good-evil tripod and the seven-star lamp with a fading light. Everything was the same as usual. Nothing had changed here after the cure of a benevolent man of three lives. And when Ning Tao came back, the face on the tripod didn't even open its eyes.

Ning Tao opened the ledger of bamboo slips to check. The balance on the ledger was 1,133 points, and the good energy and the evil energy were more balanced. The good-evil tripod would release good and evil energy only when he came in. And when the patient came in, it would release smoke. Ning Tao did not feel any honor from this, but felt that the good-evil tripod always urged him to earn good-evil rent.

Ning Tao put the ledger of bamboo slips back in the medicine chest, and then took the rotten broken tripod off the shelf to repair something.

He now had two broken items, and he chose first to mend the Unbreakable Fan he had just acquired. After all, it was a hot summer day, and it was nice to have a fan that cooled the air.

He put the Unbreakable Fan into the rotten broken tripod and sat down cross-legged. Then he put his hands on the wall of the tripod, and two balls of alchemy fire came out from the center of his palms.

Buzz!

The rotten broken tripod issued a buzz, black and white alchemy fire up two feet high, and the Unbreakable Fan disappeared in the fire…

As the sun emerged, the golden light fell on the tiles of the Sky Clinic, as if it had been dusted with gold powder.

Ning Tao came out of the clinic with a folding fan in his hand. The fan's framework was made of frost-silver, with a property of cold and owning the power to ward off evil. It was harder than steel but quite light. The fan's surface was made of bark fiber from abyssal eucommia ulmoides, which was incomparable in toughness. The bark of ordinary eucommia ulmoides was a common Chinese medicine, and an important material for making submarine cables, while the abyssal eucommia ulmoides was a kind of cultivating herb, and pretty rare. The paper-thin fan's surface would not even be broken by a commercially available assault rifle. Compared with the frost-silver fan's framework, the fan's surface made of this abyssal eucommia ulmoides' fiber was more precious.

These were all the knowledge Joey learned from “Compendium of Spiritual Materials”, which recorded the description and illustration of metal spiritual materials, as well as that of plant spiritual materials. Compendium of Spiritual Materials was of great value to Joey who was a novice in cultivation.

Ning Tao waved the Unbreakable Fan and went to Qing Zhui's cave. Every time he fanned there was a blast of wind cold as melting ice, carrying the fresh moisture of negative ions. It was many times more comfortable than air conditioning.

There were snakes crawling out of the grass in a dense crowd, but they all retreated when they saw Ning Tao.

“Qing Zhui,” Ning Tao called out.

“Brother Ning, come in.” Qing Zhui's voice came out of the cave, soft and sweet as usual.

Ning Tao hesitated and asked, “Have you finished changing your skin yet?”

“Yes. It hurt all night, but you didn't even come to see me,” Qing Zhui grumbled in a flirting manner.

A plume of smoke suddenly floated out of the cave.

Ning Tao asked curiously, “Why is there smoke in your cave?”

Qing Zhui replied, “I'm cooking some medicine and I baked a pheasant. You must have not had breakfast. Come in, and I'll do the chick for you.”

Ning Tao felt terrible when he heard that.

He hesitated for a few seconds before finally entering the cave.

Qing Zhui was really cooking the medicine. A sand pot she got from somewhere was supported by three stones. She uplifted her buttocks in front of the “stone stove” and burned it. There was really a pheasant beside the fire, already roasted and perfumed.

But that was beside the point. The point was that she wore only a bra and briefs. Ning Tao felt as if he had been struck by a dart, because her uplifting bottom looked mysterious and like a full moon. What was more, it was a poison dart, and the reaction to the poison was so strong that he froze.

Qing Zhui looked back at Ning Tao with a sweet smile on her face. “Brother Ning, come on. I'll do you the chick.”

Why did she have to say something so ambiguous?

Ning Tao felt a mess. He forced himself to go to her and said, “I am a doctor. If you are sick, just ask me for treatment. Why are you cooking medicine on yourself? What are you boiling?”

“I'm not sick,” said Qing Zhui. “I always drink it after I change my skin. It is a tradition or a secret skill of our species. You never mind, have chicken.”

She broke off a chicken leg and handed it to Ning Tao.

After a busy night, Ning Tao felt hungry, so he took the chicken leg and ate it.

Qing Zhui then picked up the sand pot from the stone stove. Before the soup cooled down, she put the boiling medicine soup to her mouth.

Ning Tao gaped, open mouthed. “Aren't you afraid of heat?”

Qing Zhui drank the pot of medicine, and a centipede hung at the corner of her mouth. She sucked it in, wiped her mouth and replied, “This seven-poison soup tastes good when it's boiling, and smells fishy when it's cold.”

Ning Tao was shocked.

Qing Zhui ripped off the other chicken leg, squatted down opposite Ning Tao and began to eat.

Ning Tao really didn't know where to look at. This was his worst chicken-eating experience of his life.

“By the way, why are you drinking that potion?” Ning Tao started a conversation. He felt that something might happen to him at this breakfast if he did not find something to talk about.

Qing Zhui munched on the chicken and mumbled, “Seven-poison soup is a highly toxic medicine soup, which can replenish the toxicity in my body. Every time I change the skin, the toxicity in my body will decrease sharply, so I need to take it.”

No wonder she ate that centipede.

“I've found Xuan Tianzi's cave. I'll show you later. You can live there if you like.” Ning Tao's eyes were a little out of control, so he immediately took up another subject.

“I live here. It's near to you, but I also want to go with you to see the cave. I've never seen a practitioner's cave,” Qing Zhui said.

“The clinic is moving next rent day, and we all have to move,” Ning Tao uttered.

“I'll just find a place next to the clinic,” Qing Zhui stated. Apparently she wasn't interested in the reason for the move.

After eating the chicken, Ning Tao returned to the Sky Clinic with Qing Zhui. Qing Zhui didn't want to go in the clinic, but Ning Tao just pulled her in. As a result, the good-evil tripod put on an anger face the moment she walked in.

Considering Qing Zhui's feelings, Ning Tao took whatever he needed as soon as possible, and then opened the convenient door to Xuan Tianzi's cave.

He brought the spiritual soil in the clinic with him and added it to the spiritual field, which was more than 10 square meters. Although the spiritual soil was not much, having the Soil-seeking Inkstone in hand, he would definitely get more spiritual soil into this small spiritual field in the future. The field would enlarge little by little. In this way, he was getting closer and closer to his dream of becoming a cultivating landlord.

He also brought the firewood knife, which he had repaired last night after the Unbreakable Fan, to be used as a hoe.

Clanging!

He wielded the firewood knife and chopped at the ground. Immediately, the rock under the blade broke open and sparks flew everywhere, but the blade of the knife did not even have a gap.

Ning Tao brandished the firewood knife continuously, and gradually a pit appeared in the rock floor next to the stone house, and then it became a deep hole.

If the dead Tang Tianren knew what he was doing with his treasure, how would he feel about Ning Tao's behavior at this moment?

The Tang Sect's ancestral magic tool was used as a hoe, which was not a waste, but a desecration of magic tool!

In the process of digging the ground with the firewood knife, Ning Tao found a problem— with the help of his special spiritual power, he could not make the firewood knife release the powerful knife aura like that when Tang Tianren used the firewood knife. He asked Qing Zhui to have a try, but Qing Zhui made the firewood knife release the knife aura.

This meant that his special spiritual power could not drive the ordinary practitioner's magic tools and arrays in the same way as the ordinary practitioner's spiritual power. The Soil-seeking Inkstone was an exception, because it could run automatically after it was injected with ink. Xuan Tianzi's Unbreakable Fan was also an exception, as it was defensive when it was unfolded and did not require the spiritual energy to activate it.

The situation was just as it should be.

After all, his special spiritual power was derived from the good and evil energy, and he would get rich practice resources by treating patients who could afford good-evil rent. But the ordinary practitioner and the demon could only get the spiritual power by practicing relying on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Due to the lack of resources for practicing, this was extremely difficult for them. Also, his special spiritual power after all had super healing ability and incredible defense ability. He had taken such a great advantage. If he, a cultivating doctor, also had a strong ability in combat, how should the practitioners and demons live?

“In a word, I am a natural go-between of good and evil. The magic tools and cultivation methods of ordinary practitioners and demons are useless to me. I can only use the cultivation methods and magic tools of the Sky Clinic. It seems that if I want to become stronger, I have to upgrade the clinic, earn more money, and open the Classics & Magic Arts Store and the Elixirs & Equipment Store,” Ning Tao thought to himself.

After digging the hole, Ning Tao buried Xuan Tianzi's bones, and later erected a monument for Xuan Tianzi.

After burying Xuan Tianzi, Qing Zhui cleaned the stone house, and Ning Tao looked for a magic arts book from the shelf, which proved that he couldn't practice those magic arts. If he was compared to a diesel car, ordinary practitioners and demons to gasoline car, gasoline car needed gasoline while diesel car needed diesel. The diesel wouldn't start with gas.

After they had finished all these things, it was already noon.

At this time, from the top of the cave cast a beam of light, just shining on the small spiritual field.

There were glimmers of light coming through the round holes where stones had fallen from. The light in the cave was still feeble, but things were visible without a light. No wonder the hole was blocked, but they did not feel stuffy. There were vents.

“Let's go back, and then you stay at home to watch the door while I go to the Sword Pavilion Village. The Sunshine Orphanage is to be built in the village below the mountain. I think when it's finished, our clinic will have to move,” Ning Tao said.

“Where are you going?” She asked.

Ning Tao gave a wry smile and replied, “I don't know.”

The matter had become a sore point with him.

The world was neither big nor small. It was possible for the Sky Clinic to move to any place.

Qing Zhui closed her eyes and pressed her palms together.

Ning Tao asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

Qing Zhui muttered, then opened her eyes to Ning Tao and replied, “I made a wish. I want the clinic to move to the Amazon. I love the woods and the swamps, and, the food there.”

Ning Tao was speechless.

The food she said must be vipers, scorpions, centipedes and other creatures in the Amazon.

Chapter end