bookbashuk Chapter 53 Self-Destruction
Chapter 53 Self-Destruction
As a first-tier high-grade alchemist, he also cultivates various immortal arts such as talisman making, formations, and weapon crafting.
After noticing something was wrong with his body, Jiang Chuan realized that he might have been targeted by a villain.
"It must be the Biyang Immortal Sect. They couldn't sit still any longer and have finally made their move?"
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Chuan's eyes.
He had anticipated the actions of the Biyang Immortal Sect, but he never expected them to resort to such a despicable method as poisoning.
That makes sense.
Because of their fictitious master, they dared not act directly, so they could only resort to such unorthodox methods to obtain their "Chaos Dao Scripture".
Looking at the four women around him, Song Yuyao, Liu Yu, and Yingyan, laughing and chatting, he sighed softly in his heart.
Originally, because of physical intimacy, they had been playing poker for over a month...
Because of the saying "a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness,"
Even knowing they were spies planted by the Biyang Immortal Sect,
He didn't intend to do anything to them.
He even planned to leave them some opportunities before leaving, which would basically guarantee their advancement to the Foundation Establishment stage.
But now...
"Besides the Golden Core cultivators of the Biyang Immortal Sect, the only people who could poison me without my knowledge are probably these few people who are my bedmates."
Jiang Chuan thought to himself,
He scanned Song Yuyao and the other three women with his divine sense. With his divine sense, comparable to that of an ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, he carefully searched them and found that Song Yuyao and the other women appeared to be smiling and carefree.
But these are all disguises.
Jiang Chuan closed his eyes, feeling the magical power within his body gradually stagnate, and even his divine sense became somewhat numb.
Before long, he will completely lose control over his body and even his soul.
At that point, he would be completely at the mercy of others.
He didn't know what kind of poison the Biyang Immortal Sect used, nor did he need to know.
because,
"In that case, I'm sorry..."
next moment,
Jiang Chuan unleashed all his magical power.
then,
With a sudden roar, the Chaotic Azure Lotus Dao Foundation within his dantian and dantian shattered.
With his cultivation level comparable to the late Foundation Establishment stage,
The power of a self-destruction is immense.
In the next instant, the Purple Bamboo Palace, covering hundreds of acres, was reduced to ruins in the self-destruction. The terrifying shockwave spread rapidly in all directions, impacting everything and everyone within its reach.
A giant fireball rose from the spot...
The explosion at Zizhu Palace caused a violent tremor.
In a short while, the news spread throughout the entire Biyang Immortal Sect, attracting the attention of countless disciples and elders who stared in horror at the location of the Purple Bamboo Hall, discussing it amongst themselves.
"My God, what's going on? Isn't that the direction of the Purple Bamboo Palace?"
"Such terrifying power... Could it be a Golden Core cultivator in battle?"
"It's terrifying, it's like the end of the world, my soul is trembling, what on earth is happening?"
"Huh, the Purple Bamboo Palace? I remember that peerless genius Ye Hao from the sect, didn't he live in the Purple Bamboo Palace?"
"Yes, I even went to the Purple Bamboo Palace to pay my respects to them, but what's going on now?"
Many disciples discussed among themselves, confused and bewildered. However, the elders and core disciples who knew the "truth" all had drastic changes in expression, finding it hard to believe.
On a towering peak next to the Purple Bamboo Hall,
Tong Yan is trying to get closer to Lin Zhiwei.
"Junior sister, I told you before that Ye Hao is heartless, philandering, and dissolute. Do you believe me now?"
Lin Zhiwei remained unmoved after hearing this. She had heard these words so many times that she was sick of them; more than one person had said them to her.
Her feelings towards Jiang Chuan were quite complicated...
Lin Zhiwei spoke expressionlessly.
"It's none of my business!"
A sinister glint flashed in Tong Yan's eyes as he stared intently at Lin Zhiwei.
"What if I were..."
He hadn't finished speaking when
Then a deafening sound came from afar, causing the Divine Sword Peak where he was located to tremble violently three times.
"This is... the Purple Bamboo Palace?"
Tong Yan looked shocked and ignored Lin Zhiwei. He leaped into the air and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the Purple Bamboo Palace.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiwei suddenly realized something, her expression changed drastically, and she quickly flew over as well.
The two arrived at the mountain peak where the Purple Bamboo Palace was located, one after the other.
Several elders and many disciples had already gathered around the Purple Bamboo Hall.
The once magnificent palace has been reduced to ruins, and no living creature remains within a radius of dozens of miles.
Upon seeing this, Tong Yan's pupils contracted, and a sudden sense of foreboding washed over him. He looked at the white-haired old man with a trembling voice.
"Third Grandfather, what... what is this?"
Looking at the ruins of the Purple Bamboo Palace, the white-haired old man took out a silver ancient mirror and examined it carefully. His brows furrowed, his eyes constantly changing, and finally he sighed.
"He...self-destructed!"
The child's voice became sharper, and he said incredulously:
"What? It self-destructed? How is that possible?"
Why did he suddenly self-destruct?
The white-haired old man glanced at Tong Yan, his gaze somewhat complicated. He opened his mouth, but ultimately did not reveal the truth.
"You don't need to know about this!"
finished,
Out of the corner of his eye, the white-haired old man glanced at Lin Zhiwei and noticed that her usually aloof eyes were now filled with two lines of tears.
He frowned.
In the end, he didn't say anything, but glanced at Tong Yan and said:
"This matter is of great importance. You stay here and maintain order. We're going to see the sect leader!"
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Lin Zhiwei looked at the Purple Bamboo Palace, now reduced to ruins.
Two glistening tears welled up uncontrollably, wetting her face without her realizing it.
"He, he, he's dead!"
"He actually..."
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When the white-haired old man and his companions arrived at the main hall, they saw that True Man Biyang was already sitting on the sect leader's throne.
"Greetings, Sect Master!"
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
The group bowed, but received no response.
They looked up and...
They then discovered that the usually stern, expressionless, and unfathomably powerful Biyang Zhenren now had a look of fear on his face, far less composed than before.
An elder spoke in a trembling voice, "Sect Master, did Ye Hao really self-destruct? His temperament is so fierce?"
Another elder looked shocked and asked in bewilderment, "He had always acted dissolutely, why did he suddenly self-destruct? There was no warning at all."
Old Ghost Zhou, who had previously said he would bestow Lin Zhiwei upon Jiang Chuan as his Daoist partner, glared at the white-haired elder and demanded:
"Elder Tong, you're in charge of the specific arrangements, so what exactly is going on?"
Why did Ye Hao suddenly self-destruct?
Another beautiful woman in elaborate attire chimed in, "That's right. Just a few days ago, he came to the Alchemy Hall seeking my guidance on alchemy. Why did he suddenly self-destruct? Is there some hidden story behind this?"
Other elders then asked sternly, "Ye Hao is a mysterious figure, a peerless genius who is rare even in a thousand years. We have already invested a huge amount of resources in him. Even if we gain nothing, we should not force him to self-destruct."
Elder Tong, we need an explanation…