Open A Clinic To Cultivate Myself Chapter 121 Xuan Tianzi's Treasure

Ning Tao had some worries. "Is there some kind of trap, or an array?"

Xuan Tianzi was so powerful that even the old demon Yin Molan was afraid of him, and even said that he had become an immortal. If his cave had mechanism traps and arrays and something like that, it would be quite dangerous.

But now that he was here, it was impossible for him to turn away just because of the warning.

Ning Tao pa.s.sed the stone tablet with his phone and walked carefully into the deep cave. His footsteps echoed in the silence of the cave as the lights moved. Some of the rocks were like ghosts or monsters lurking in the dark, ready to pounce and deliver a fatal blow to the intruder.

For the first part of the journey he felt his hair stand on end. As nothing unexpected had happened, his tense nerves gradually relaxed a little. Through the winding tunnel, a cave in the interior of the mountain came into view.

It was not very big, about the size of a movie theater that could hold hundreds of people. It was wide at the bottom and small above, shaped like a top hat. About 30 meters apart from the bottom and the top of the cave. Stone stalact.i.tes hang down, like upside-down bamboo shoots, some big and long, some in strange shapes because of squeezing. The stone walls above had been gouged with small round holes, like beehives. Ning Tao didn't know what they were for.

"There seems to be no danger here," Ning Tao thought, stepping into the cave from the end of the tunnel.

Just as he took a step, the ground beneath him suddenly sank a little. He raised his head involuntarily, and at that moment something was heard rolling in the artificial holes at the top of the cave, and then stones, large and small, rained down.

Just now he wondered what the round holes were for, and now he knew.

Ning Tao tapped the ground with his toes and jumped back in panic.

Boom!

A boulder suddenly rolled out of the side of the tunnel behind him, blocking the back road.

Ning Tao hit his back on the boulder and bounced back. His sense of crisis climbed to the critical point, and his spiritual power poured out from the Niwan acupoint. In an instant, the spiritual power airbag formed. At that moment, a stone several times larger than his head fell on his head.

Thump!

With a m.u.f.fled sound, stars danced before his eyes and his skull felt as if it had been cracked. He threw back his waist in desperation. As the stone fell over his head, his back pressed against the boulder that blocked the tunnel.

Bang!

Another stone struck him on the instep. His mouth was open, but no sound came out.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

Round stones fell from the roof of the cave, shaking the ground. According to the density and the area, not even a bird could escape the stone rain, let alone a man!

If Ning Tao hadn't mastered the Powerful Tolerance to Beating, he'd probably have been smashed to death.

When the stone rain stopped, Ning Tao had his back against the boulder and his forehead was sweaty. The experience of terror had made him make up his mind that he must be prepared to venture into a similar place in the future. If it had been something sharp, like spears, instead of stones, he would be dead. In that case, whom could he seek justice to?

Ning Tao was stunned for several minutes before he removed the stone that was still weighing on his instep and moved on.

The ink in the Soil-seeking Inkstone had splashed out when he dodged, but he did not need the help of the inkstone anymore. After entering the cave, Ning Tao didn't go very far before he found a small field paved with spiritual soil, with an area of more than 10 square meters!

This was actually normal. If Xuan Tianzi, the owner of the Soil-seeking Inkstone, lived for a thousand or two years, it was not surprising that he found so much spiritual soil.

Several spiritual materials grew in the small field. After careful identification, Ning Tao found that there was a ginseng, a Chinese wolfberry, a turnip and an onion. The ginseng had colorful leaves, glowing colorfully in the light, looking magical. The Chinese wolfberry had grown dozens of black berries, which were crystal clear, like beads of black jade. The turnip had white leaves, and the part that was exposed in the air was green all over, like emerald. The onion was red all over and its color and texture looked like the best blood coral.

However, this was only Ning Tao's judgment based on their shapes and characteristics. He had no idea whether the four spiritual materials were ginseng, Chinese wolfberry, turnip and onion. He cultivation knowledge was so lacking that he was in great need of learning.

"The clinic is too small for me to put the spiritual soil back there. I would rather leave it here and let the spiritual materials grow here. The spiritual soil in the clinic can also be taken here to expand the planting area," Ning Tao thought.

After crossing the spiritual field, he went on for a while, and a stone door on the cliff came into view.

The stone door was closed, and he tried to reach out and push it. He thought the door would not be pushed, but it opened. As the stone door slid inside, he nimbly jumped aside to avoid hidden weapons that might be ejected from inside.

But no hidden weapon came out of the stone door.

Ning Tao went back to the door, took the phone and s.h.i.+ned in with the flashlight. He was struck dumb by what he saw.

Behind the stone door was a room with a stone table, a bookshelf filled with books and bamboo slips, and a stone bed on which sat a mummified body cross-legged.

Only a layer of skin remained on the mummified face, with sunken eye sockets, and there seemed to be nothing behind the eyelids. His clothes had long since worn out, and there was a pit in his bare chest that made it look as if his ribs had been broken by a slap. In his right hand he held a fan, which was all right, except that part of its framework was broken, as well as the paper on it.

Ning Tao took a long time to come to his sense. He walked cautiously into the stone house, thinking to himself, "He can't be Xuan Tianzi, can he?"

Yin Molan declared that Xuan Tianzi had become an immortal. If the mummified body sitting cross-legged on the stone bed was Xuan Tianzi, he would not be immortal, but dead.

Ning Tao's conjecture was soon proved right. Hanging from the body's waist was a jade pendant engraved with "Xuan Tianzi". In the course of his close inspection, Ning Tao determined that Xuan Tianzi had indeed suffered a blow to his chest, causing him to break three ribs, one of which went into his heart.

His death was apparently related to the wound to the chest.

Ning Tao took the fan off Xuan Tianzi's hand, feeling it heavy. The framework of the fan was made of spiritual metal, and felt icy cold, and the paper of the fan was not ordinary, but was woven from plant fibers. When it was opened, Ning Tao saw the word "Unbreakable Fan" on the fan.

Ning Tao gave a wry smile and teased, "Unbreakable? It's rotten! But this fan feels cold, I'd like to take it back and repair it with the rotten broken tripod. Then it can be used as an air conditioner to keep the air cool."

No one knew how Xuan Tianzi would feel if he heard Ning Tao's words.

Ning Tao stuck the Unbreakable Fan in his belt. Just as he was about to go to the bookshelf to see if there were any books about cultivation that he needed, he suddenly noticed something under Xuan Tianzi's b.u.t.tocks, with only a corner showing.

"Senior Xuan Tianzi, sorry to interrupt you," Ning Tao said, reaching out and grabbing the corner of the paper to pull it out.

Cras.h.!.+

Xuan Tianzi's bones collapsed, his arms falling off, his ribs cras.h.i.+ng, and his head rolled off his neck, rolled on the stone bed, and fell to the ground.

Ning Tao opened his mouth wide for 10 seconds before he closed it. Then he added, "I'm sorry."

Xuan Tianzi was sitting on a piece of spiritual paper used by pract.i.tioners to draw runes. The spiritual paper was made of pulp of spiritual bamboo, which would not be weathered for thousands of years. This paper was extremely valuable, much more advanced than the special prescription pads used to write prescription pacts at the Sky Clinic.

Ning Tao unrolled the paper and read the contents.

The paper read, "I have been free all my life, only one step away from being an immortal, but fate made fools of me, and I can only regret it for the rest of my life. In the magic ancient age, the world was full of spiritual energy of heaven and earth and spiritual materials. As long as the pract.i.tioner had the ability to understand and work hard enough, he or she would have the opportunity to cross the last barrier and enter the fairy world. However, the spiritual energy of the present world is thin, and cultivating resources are extremely scarce. It's hard for pract.i.tioners to cross the barrier into the fairy world even if they have the gift.

The more exasperating thing is due to lack of spiritual energy, many people become extremely greedy, creating numerous new demons to bring disaster to the world. In the long run, the world is in danger. I killed countless demons in my life to defend the justice of the world, but in the end I was plotted against. A group of new demons from the west set a trap, using the new demon as bait to trap me. I fight out of the siege, but I know that I will die soon.

I leave this note, and the person who sees it will be the successor to my cave. I have but one last wish—I want you to kill the leader of those new demons. His name is Adolf Syd. Then I may rest in peace.

The stone forest on the mountainside was an array I left, but it didn't work because of the lack of spiritual energy. There was a secret pa.s.sage under the square stone tablet, which connects with a secret pa.s.sageway under the stone bed. The hole is closed and the secret pa.s.sage under the bed is the way in and out of the cave."

The note was signed by Xuan Tianzi.

"Adolf Syd?" Ning Tao stared at the name of those new demons' leader in the note and thought of a terrible man—Adolf Hitler.

But he shook his head at once. It was impossible. Xuan Tianzi didn't say when he died, but judging from the way his body was weathered, he must have been dead for hundreds of years. Then how could those new demons' leader who set up an ambush to kill Xuan Tianzi be Adolf Hitler?

Ning Tao picked up Xuan Tianzi's head and put it on the stone bed. Then he made a deep bow to Xuan Tianzi's bones and said, "I am the owner of the Sky Clinic. It's my job to enforce justice on behalf of Heaven. If Adolf Syd, you mentioned, still lives in the world, I will avenge you and kill him." There was a pause before he added, "I want to bury your body. Is that all right with you, Senior Xuan Tianzi?"

Xuan Tianzi obviously wouldn't have a problem with that.

"All right, I'll bury you another day." Ning Tao made another bow to Xuan Tianzi's bones and went to the bookshelf.

The books and bamboo slips on the shelf were all related to cultivation, and they were all hand-written.

Ning Tao took down a book named Compendium of Spiritual Materials and sat down at the stone table to read it. In the book, he found the description of the four kinds of spiritual materials planted in the spiritual field. The plant with colorful leaves was colorful ginseng, and only the valley where rainbows often appeared and the spiritual energy was abundant could breed it. The plant with white leaves was called emerald turnip, only growing in emerald mines. The red plant was corpse onion, only growing in the ancient battlefield buried with mountains of bones. The Chinese wolfberry was called devil's kidney, and only grew from the graves of the most wicked.

These four kinds of spiritual materials were extremely precious, and the best for refining elixir, especially the devil's kidney. With one devil's kidney, patients with kidney deficiency could get rid of the illness and became strong.

Soon, Ning Tao was immersed in Compendium of Spiritual Materials, and didn't draw a blood lock to leave Xuan Tianzi's cave until his phone ran out of power.

Now, the cave in the Sword Pavilion Mountain belonged to him, and he did not have to walk under the bed.