Three more days passed...
Yan Xiaobao had been engaged in dicinal concoction work continuously for a month. He worked like a madman in his Immortal Cave, pacing around the pill furnace with bloodshot eyes. He never stopped concocting, relying on his desired dical prowess, utilizing the plants and vegetation available to him. Each failure brought him new hope for success.
"This ti I will definitely succeed!" he rasped, licking his lips and staring intently at the pill furnace. After a few more hours, the furnace began to tremble, emitting a dicinal fragrance. Bai Xiaochun’s eyes were full of anticipation. Monts later, his excitent turned into fear.
"What’s happening!?" he exclaid, eyes wide. At the mont when the spiritual dicine should appear, the pill furnace suddenly began to overheat. Apparently, the strength of the pill would lead to instability, affecting the furnace itself. Even the Fla Stone was affected, causing a peak in temperature. Instantly, a strong sense of danger filled Bai Xiaochun’s heart.
With a rasping sound, the pill furnace began to shake violently, cracks spread across its surface, covered in dazzling scarlet flas. From its appearance, the pill furnace was about to explode.
An enormous force erupted inside, causing the pill furnace to expand rapidly.
"It’s going to blow!!" he gasped, head tingling. This was Level 4 Spiritual dicine, far beyond Level 2 or Level 3 dicines.
Even the explosion of Third-level Spiritual dicine was utterly shocking, but the thought of how much force a Level 4 explosion could release made Yan Xiaobao’s pupils contract. From the aura emitted by the pill furnace, Yan Xiaobao could tell its power could rival that of a Foundation Establishnt Middle Cultivator.
There was no ti to sit and think about what to do. Yan Xiaobao scread, reaching out to grab the swollen furnace, then using all the strength from his cultivation base to rush outside and hurl it skyward.
"Everyone, beware!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. The pill furnace sailed above Middle Peak and then exploded, releasing thunderous sound that shook heaven and earth. Shockwaves rang out, sweeping through everything.
As the pill furnace exploded, pill remnants were shot in all directions. Even more terrifying was the burning shrapnel that flew around from the exploded furnace.
Countless disciples from Middle Peak were terrified, rushing out to see what had happened.
"What’s going on?!"
"What happened?!"
"Is the Spirit Creek Sect attacking us?!"
In their shock, they looked up to see the flas like teors spread across the sky, landing in various places near Middle Peak. When each hit the ground, it echoed with a booming sound.
Soon, alarms rang out. Wherever the remnants of the pill furnace landed, flas rose up. So unlucky cultivators even caught fire and began screaming at the top of their lungs.
The entire Middle Peak fell into chaos. Song Junwan was stunned, rushing out and seeing Middle Peak engulfed in flas. She could sll the acrid scent from the destroyed pills, and could see large chunks of the pill furnace raining down.
"Is this what happens when you concoct dicine?" she gasped, thinking. "I can’t believe concocting dicine is so terrifying!" To her, the process of concocting dicine should be a calm, peaceful activity, with nothing capable of causing such disaster even if things went wrong.
If disciples of the Spirit Creek Sect were present, they would surely understand what had happened and perhaps feel sorry for the Blood River Sect, saying: "Once Uncle Bai starts concocting dicine, disaster strikes." Bai Xiaochun’s heart was pounding with anxiety. The exploding pill furnace was not only shocking but dangerously close.
"If I were slower, it would’ve blown up my Immortal Cave! But that’s not the worst part. I could’ve lost my miserable little life!" Yan Xiaobao hung his head, trying to apologize to the angry crowd around him. He quickly adjusted his cave’s spell formations and then hurried back inside.
There, he steeled himself to face the mob, but nothing happened for an entire day. Surprisingly, he waited even longer, yet no one appeared.
"Strange... Oh well, I guess it’s fine. I’ll continue concocting. Now, why did the pill furnace explode?" he thought, sitting cross-legged and rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
What he didn’t realize was, the reason no one ca looking for him was because people were calling him Nightdevil. He had gained a notorious reputation, and although people wanted to hold him accountable, his bloody sword-slaughtering thod left them no choice but to grit their teeth and endure.
Another reason was that despite the explosion being powerful and causing many fires, it didn’t truly negatively affect anyone beyond that.
Three days later, Yan Xiaobao slapped his thigh.
"In the past, my Third-level dicines also exploded. But this ti, the reason for the explosion is different. When Level 4 Spiritual dicines reach the final stage of condensing into pills, they absorb Qi from the surroundings, causing instability!
"It has nothing to do with the Fla Stone." Expelling a breath, hair disheveled, eyes enlightened, he quickly rolled up his sleeves and crafted a new pill furnace.
This ti the concoction process went quicker. After a day, the spiritual dicine had already ford. He watched carefully and prepared for any outco. Suddenly, the pill furnace turned bright red, and cracks began to spread across its entire surface. Erupting with a violent surge, the pill furnace even began to bulge in a shocking manner, more intensely than before.
Yan Xiaobao gasped, waving his sleeve to put away the pill furnace, then rushing outside to throw it high into the air. Unfortunately, this ti there was no ti to issue a warning.
As the pill furnace exploded, the deafening sound echoed, bombs shot out in all directions, accompanied by violet flas.
Then, as the shards fell on ground, booming reverberations rose, along with the sound of roaring.
"Again?! What are you doing, Nightcrypt?!?! "
"Nightcrypt, are you really concocting dicine? If you want to kill us, why not fight us!?!"
"What’s he trying to concoct?!?!"
About ten Middle Cultivators were directly affected, although they were very angry, they didn’t do anything but grit their teeth. They dared not cause any problems for Nightcrypt.
Yan Xiaobao stayed fearfully in his Immortal Cave. However, after so ti, no one complained, he sighed and looked up at the distance.
"You understand the situation, and choose not to make trouble for . Don’t worry, I promise this will be the last ti." Breathing deeply with sincere effort, he began concocting again.
Three days later...
"Damn, what’s going on!?" Feeling like he was going mad, he rushed outside to throw the pill furnace into the air.
BOOM!
Five days later... BOOM! Seven days later... BOOM! Ten days later....
"How can this happen?!" He felt he was going crazy. This ti, he tossed an exceptionally large pill furnace into the air!
BOOOOOOOOOMMM!
In the past ten days, Middle Peak (Middle Peak) was utterly chaotic. Every day or so, another pill furnace would explode, showering shrapnel and igniting fires. Many areas of Middle Peak were scorched.
Many newly built Immortal Caves were burned to ashes, one after another cultivator scread in anger. Eventually, not a single blade of grass or plant on Middle Peak was untouched.
Though God Master Davina’s Immortal Cave wasn’t hard, it did catch fire at least once.
The murderous intent among Middle Peak cultivators intensified to the point of nearly exploding.
The situation was sowhat better for the index finger. However, the fires eventually spread far away, where the Foundation Establishnt mid-late stage cultivators thrived. The entire Middle Peak beca a ticking ti bomb.
"Nightcrypt, do you want to die?!?! "
"If I don’t kill Nightcrypt, then I’m not human!"
"Damn! Is Nightcrypt going to burn Middle Peak to the ground? He’s not concocting dicine, he’s trying to kill us!"
The extraordinarily large pill furnace he threw into the sky exploded only upon landing. After crashing into one of the blood waterfalls, a huge roar sounded, with massive amounts of blood and water surging in all directions. Song Que appeared, screaming in agony, engulfed by flas. His hair and eyebrows were almost instantly burned off.
"Nightcrypt!" he shouted, shooting toward the cave of Yan Xiaobao the Immortal. His actions triggered an emotional outburst from other cultivators, screaming together at the top of their lungs.
"Kill Nightcrypt!"
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