Open a Clinic to Cultivate Myself Chapter 350 – Money

Good and evil energies were spiraling inside the Sky Clinic. After returning to the Sky Clinic through the convenient door, Ning Tao had instantly gone to retrieve the rotten broken tripod and put the fragments of the nun Cixin's wooden fish inside to repair it.

Ning Tao was extremely enthusiastic. As soon as he had gotten this business deal, there would soon be other practitioners who would get him to fix their magic tools. He would be able to get all the money he wanted and all the spiritual materials he wanted. He was on the path to riches!

Heaven on Earth, underground flea market…

“Little nun, I'm afraid that you've been cheated.” That unsightly practitioner walked over.

Cixin frowned and did not respond to him.

People were talking.

“That guy belongs to Daozong, and is named Ma Song, nicknamed Ground-burrowing Rodent. It is said that he has a magic tool that could burrow into the ground, and specializes in stealing spiritual materials by robbing ancestral graves. He is very terrible. I'm afraid he has his eyes on that little nun's Rock Essence.”

“He won't dare to act brazenly here.”

“If he were to make a move, it might actually be a good thing. Then I can kill him and his magic tools would be mine.”

Ma Song glanced at the few people who were whispering to each other, with a cold and piercing gaze.

Those few people averted their gaze then switched conversation topics.

Ma Song looked back at Cixin again. He chuckled, “Little nun, how about I offer you 20 million for your Rock Essence?”

“No.” Cixin's reply was firm. She could effortlessly articulate anything as short as two words, but would stammer over anything longer.

“I advise you to give up. That cultivating doctor has already absconded with your magic tool. You won't be able to finish your work this way anyway. How about you take the 20 million and reinstate to secularity? This world is so exciting, and you haven't even experienced anything yet. Isn't it pitiful?” Ma Song spoke with a sense of contempt in his voice.

“I'm not… going to bother with you,” Cixin said with her face flushed red, seemingly frustrated.

Master Fakong chanted with a slight look of displeasure on his face. But even he could not take action here.

Qing Zhui walked over and looked at Ma Song coldly. “Do you wish to die? I'm here, yet you're badmouthing my man.”

Ma Song sneered, “So what? Do you dare to beat me up here?”

Qing Zhui said, “I can't use my hands here, but nobody said I couldn't use my mouth.”

“What do you mean?” A cheeky grin appeared on Ma Song's face. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“Ptooey!” Qing Zhui suddenly opened her mouth and her saliva sprayed all over Ma Song's face.

With snake venom just in her mouth, especially for a snake spirit like Qing Zhui, her spit was highly venomous. Once it had touched Ma Song's face, it started fuming instantly. There was also the burning stench of acid being poured on flesh.

“Ah—” Ma Song screamed and covered his face.

Qing Zhui stepped back.

Ma Song pointed at Qing Zhui. “She's broken the rules here. People, kill her!”

Nobody moved.

Rules are dead but people are flexible. Qing Zhui did not have any treasure with her, so who would waste their effort to kill her? Moreover, all Qing Zhui had done was spit, and she had not used her hands, which meant that she did not break the rules of the flea market.

Qing Zhui smiled coldly. “I've disfigured you, what do you dare to do? Do you dare to kill me?”

“I'll kill you, b*tch!” Ma Song yelled furiously, pouncing on Qing Zhui.

There were suddenly noises of cold weapons being brandished and guns bring loaded. Every practitioner and demon was glaring intently at Ma Song. They were uninterested in killing Qing Zhui, but were very enthusiastic about killing Ma Song. The practitioners and demons at the flea market had been eyeing Ma Song's ground-burrowing magic tool for a long time. As soon as he made a move, they would swarm over to kill him and seize the treasure!

Ma Song suddenly paused in his tracks, perspiring profusely. He then realized that he had nearly been fooled by this snake demon!

Qing Zhui had been with Ning Tao for so long. Given that Ning Tao had been improving at cheating others, how would she not be influenced?

Indeed, once Ma Song stopped, Qing Zhui scoffed, “You're only a good-for-nothing. I've spat all over your face yet you still don't dare to make a move. Are you still a man?”

“Very good, there's still a long way to go, and we are bound to meet again. We'll see.” After saying that, Ma Song turned around to leave. His face was still rotting, but he felt that his face was someone else's and had nothing to do with him at all.

“Ma Song, are you still a goddamn man or not? Go, kill her!” Someone instigated him.

“You're an embarrassment of Daozong. Kill her!”

The crowd jeered.

Ma Song pretended to not hear anything and strolled toward the entrance.

Just at this moment, Ning Tao walked down from the steps and saw Ma Song, whose face was fuming, and said in shock, “Aiya, friend, what happened to your face? I can cure your face; you only have to…”

Ma Song glared fiercely at Ning Tao and walked past him.

Ning Tao noted Ma Song's scent then headed to his “stall”.

Everyone focused on Ning Tao. He had left with the little nun Cixin's magic tool fragments and said that it would be fixed in half an hour. Now that he had returned before the stipulated time, everyone present was guessing whether or not he had completed his “order”.

“It has only been a little more than 20 minutes and that cultivating doctor has already returned. I bet that he would definitely come up with all sorts of excuses to lie to that little nun about how the magic tool has not been fixed.”

“He merely fixes broken magic tools, but he even dared to say that it's an ancestral craft! My foot! There is a lack of spiritual energy now, nobody can even create an ordinary magic tool, yet he dared to boast that he could fix broken magic tools. He may be able to fool the little nun, but don't he think he can fool us seasoned experts!”

“If he's not able to produce a fixed wooden fish, it would mean that he's selling fake goods, then we can kill him and take his medicine chest. I'm sure that there is a lot of good stuff in it.”

“Hehehe…”

Among the cold laughter, pairs of eyes were staring at Ning Tao, all exposing the greed and ruthlessness in their hearts.

Ning Tao ignored those people's whisperings and greedy looks completely, and walked over to Cixin. He handed the bag he had taken away back to Cixin. “Your magic tool is fixed, take a look at it.”

“It's… fixed?” Cixin was shocked.

Ning Tao smiled. “Of course. Open it and take a look.”

Cixin opened the bag excitedly. Once the cloth was unwrapped, rays of holy light leaked through.

Everyone's sight was fixated on the bag.

Inside the bag was a shining wooden fish. It was neither golden nor wooden. There seemed to be a subtle flowing motion on its surface, making it appear wondrous!

“It's… fixed!” Cixin flailed excitedly.

Ning Tao said loudly, “I've fixed the magic tool, and it's even better now. If any fellow practitioners here have any broken magic tool, you may come to me. I accept money or spiritual materials in exchange.”

It was dead silent in the flea market aside from the echo of Ning Tao's voice.

For real, nobody had believed that a broken magic tool could be fixed, much less that it could be better in quality than before! However, Ning Tao's fixed wooden fish was resting in one piece inside that bag, there was nothing they could do but believe it. Furthermore, if it were not fixed, how would Ning Tao be able to produce another Water Wooden Fish for the little nun, given that he had only received a piece of charcoal in exchange!

“Ahem.” Qing Zhui coughed, and reminded her, “Little abbess, my husband has already fixed your magic tool, so your charcoal…”

Only then did Cixin quickly remember, and hurriedly handed that piece of Rock Essence over to Ning Tao. “Thank you… patron… this is… for you.”

Ning Tao was no longer reserved; he took over the Rock Essence and put it into his small medicine chest, then said, “Master, if your Emei Sect has any other magic tool, come look for me. I'll give you a member's discount.”

“Thank you… Goodbye.” Cixin kept her Water Wooden Fish, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.

Ning Tao surveyed his surroundings. “My fellow practitioners, does anyone else have any magic tool that needs to be fixed? Come quickly while I still have some time.”

A whole group of people rushed over.

“Doctor Ning, I have a broken piece of demon-suppressing stone, would you fancy this white jade toad I have…”

“Doctor Ning, I have a compass. I have thousand-year ginseng… Is it enough? I can throw in a golden potato, how about that…”

“Doctor Ning…”

This is how people really are. Earlier on, they were just eyeing Ning Tao's small medicine chest and discussing attacking him, killing him, and taking his possessions if he were not able to fix the Water Wooden Fish. Now they were desperately trying to suck up to Ning Tao, afraid that he would not fix their magic tool if they did not favor him enough.

It should be known that it was no longer possible to create an ordinary magic tool in the present cultivation world. Therefore, every piece of magic tool left by their ancestors was extremely rare. If they were able to fix them just with some money or spiritual material, who wouldn't fight for such a good opportunity?

Ning Tao was grinning from ear to ear inside, but he appeared vexed on the outside and made it seem like he was taking a loss.

“You think you can make me fix this magic tool just with these few things? I'm an honest man, but do you think you can take advantage of me like this? Show me the other things you have.

“Your magic tool is in such a bad condition. It's not impossible to fix it but what you're offering is not enough. Add some more money. It's a grand-opening sale, I can offer you a 50% discount and charge you five million.”

Ning Tao kept repeating such words.

“Don't rush, don't rush. You are all so disorderly. Everyone is saying something. Who is my husband supposed to listen to? Queue up, one by one.

“Hold the spiritual materials and checks and stuff in your hands, don't waste time. Hey you, how dare you even come queue up with such few things?”

Qing Zhui kept on saying such words.

As the saying goes, one takes on the color of one's company. She had already picked up the demeanor of Master Swindler Ning Tao.

Heaven on Earth, inside a secret chamber…

Liu Shiba watched the camera footage, a peculiar smile surfacing on his face. “Interesting. This cultivating doctor is interesting.”

“18th Master, I'll go look for him. My ancestor had left a magic tool behind that could no longer be used. I'm going to ask him if he can fix it,” Reverend Qingsong said.

Liu Shiba smiled. “Why make a trip personally. Trust me, after the market is closed, he will come look for me. At that time, I'll make him fix magic tools for you two, unconditionally.”

Reverend Qingsong nodded and looked back at the footage. He looked at Ning Tao and could no longer look away.

Chapter end