Chapter 23: 22. Explosion is an Art

22. Explosion is an Art

Chen An climbed out of the grass with difficulty and reached out his left hand to touch his right shoulder.

"Hiss!"

The pain immediately made him gasp.

He glanced at his left hand, which was covered in warm, fresh blood.

At the same time, a sharp pain was radiating from his right shoulder.

It felt excruciating.

The bone in his right shoulder was shattered.

And it was a comminuted fracture at that.

If he were not a cultivator, he would be in agony right now; in a more serious case, he might even have gone into shock from the pain.

Enduring the intense pain coming from his right shoulder, Chen An slumped his body and returned to the carriage.

Upon seeing their husband injured, the wives and concubines in the carriage were all shocked, their faces turning pale, and they hurriedly asked with concern:

"Husband!"

"Husband, what happened to you?"

"I'm fine, don't worry."

As Chen An spoke, he rummaged through the carriage and found a small, snow-white medicine bottle containing Small Restoration Pills.

This was an expensive pill that could treat both internal and external injuries simultaneously; it was a Second-tier pill he had bought previously for emergency use.

It was coming in handy now.

He opened the stopper and swallowed a Small Restoration Pill.

In just an instant, Chen An could clearly feel the pain in his body subside significantly.

Next, he took out another snow-white medicine bottle from elsewhere and poured the medicinal powder inside onto his injured right shoulder to accelerate the healing process.

After dealing with his injured right shoulder in a few quick motions.

Chen An began to think.

Manager Zhang's strength was inferior to Manager Ouyang's, so he would likely be finished off before long.

And once Manager Ouyang finished him off, he would inevitably return here to finish me off.

If I want to take my wives and concubines and leave, I can only drive the carriage.

But it is still over ten miles to the Core Area, and the carriage moves too slowly; we would be caught by Manager Ouyang before we could get very far.

Unless... I could harden my heart to abandon my wives and concubines and escape alone.

Chen An glanced at Song Huaying, who was beside him with her large belly, and at Gu Xinyue on the other side, who had been worrying about his shoulder injury; he simply could not bring himself to abandon them.

He continued to think.

Since running away won't work, should I return to the forest now and join forces with Manager Zhang to take down Manager Ouyang?

No, that isn't very realistic; going back would likely just result in a double kill.

Besides, Manager Zhang might already be finished off by now.

Going back at this time would be no different than walking into the tiger's den.

Then... should I set up some poison traps and wait for Manager Ouyang to fall for them?

That doesn't seem to work either.

The opponent just saw his companions fall victim to the Soft Bone Powder and get finished off one by one; he must be on guard against things like poison now.

He might even have a Detoxification Pill in his mouth right now.

Annoying, annoying, annoying!

This won't work, that won't work, so what on earth am I supposed to do?!

Chen An felt very agitated.

This was the greatest crisis he had encountered since transmigrating.

"Husband..."

Seeing Chen An constantly furrowing his brows, Gu Xinyue, who was beside him, couldn't help but call out, filled with worry.

She wanted to ask how Chen An was doing, why Manager Zhang hadn't returned, and how her husband had injured his shoulder.

But after thinking about it, she didn't ask in the end.

She didn't want to put pressure on Chen An.

On the other side, Song Huaying, seeing that Chen An's right shoulder was still bleeding, couldn't help but pick up a bottle of medicinal powder for external injuries and said to him in a soft, gentle voice:

"Husband, your shoulder is still bleeding. Should I help you apply some blood-coagulating powder?"

"No need, I've already applied enough."

Chen An said, looking at the medicine bottle in Song Huaying's hand.

Seeing that her husband said there was no need, Song Huaying pursed her thin lips and had no choice but to put the medicine bottle back in its place.

Whether it was a lack of focus or something else, she accidentally missed the spot, and the bottle fell to the floor with a clatter, scattering white medicinal powder all over the ground.

"Husband, I... I didn't mean to."

Song Huaying panicked, fearing that her husband would blame her.

Because she could tell that her husband was very troubled right now.

However, Chen An did not speak; he just stared silently at the powder scattered everywhere on the floor, and four words surfaced in the depths of his mind:

——Dust explosion.

His eyes lit up; he had finally thought of a way.

Use the medicinal powder to create a Dust Bomb inside the enclosed carriage!

This might be the only way to survive!

Thinking it, he did it immediately!

Chen An pointed at the woods opposite and said to his wives and concubines beside him:

"Yue, Ying, you two hurry and get off the carriage to hide, go hide over there, try to hide as far away as possible."

Both wives and concubines were very sensible and did not ask why; they immediately did as Chen An said, got off the carriage, and ran toward the woods opposite.

Song Huaying could not run with her big belly, so Gu Xinyue, being a cultivator, picked her up and ran with her; the two sisters were deeply affectionate.

The moment his wives and concubines got off the carriage, Chen An inside the carriage immediately began to make a Dust Bomb.

The principle of a dust explosion is very simple.

It is just combustible dust mixed with air in a confined space, forming a dust cloud.

Then, under the action of an ignition source, these mixtures burn rapidly, causing the temperature and pressure within the confined space to rise sharply, thereby producing an explosion.

And at this moment, Chen An was scattering all the medicinal powder he could get his hands on to make it form a dust cloud in the sealed carriage.

In order to keep these medicinal powders in a dust cloud state, Chen An found a fan he had invented when he was bored in the past.

Calling it a fan, it was actually just a simple windmill, only it could keep rotating continuously under the action of a Spirit Stone, achieving an effect similar to a fan.

Chen An placed this fan at the bottom of the carriage, keeping it blowing at the medicinal powder floating inside, letting the powder always maintain a certain fluidity.

After finishing the dust cloud, Chen An went outside to pick up many sharp stone fragments, first soaked them in a specially made poisonous powder solution, and then scattered them all at the bottom of the carriage as shrapnel to increase the explosion's power.

Next, he immediately found two pieces of flint commonly used for starting fires in the kitchen.

He placed one inside the carriage.

He kept one himself.

As the ignition source to detonate it later.

These preparations seemed complicated, but doing them all took less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Seeing that Manager Ouyang had not come out yet, Chen An simply set up traps around the carriage as well.

A simple poison pit trap.

It was just digging a dirt pit, sticking it full of various poison needles, and then covering it with dead branches and leaves to hide it, so that someone would step into it and get hit.

"Rustle... rustle... rustle!"

Just as Chen An was digging the pit, Manager Ouyang came out of the woods accompanied by the sound of branches and leaves rubbing.

His right hand was injured and was continuously bleeding.

And in his left hand, he was carrying the head of Manager Zhang, whose eyes were still wide open in death.

Manager Zhang was dead, finished off by him!

Seeing this scene, Chen An got up and ran without a word, heading straight toward the carriage.

"Heh, futile."

Manager Ouyang sneered.

Then his calves exerted force suddenly, and with a hum, he chased after Chen An at high speed.

Chasing?

I was just afraid you wouldn't chase!

Chen An laughed inwardly, leaped high over the top of the carriage, and ran toward the woods opposite, luring Manager Ouyang to also leap over the carriage.

Sure enough, Manager Ouyang took the bait!

When Chen An had run more than ten meters away from the carriage, he was leaping over the carriage just as Chen An had done before.

"Die for me!!!"

Chen An seized this timing, and threw the piece of flint he had been holding in his hand fiercely toward the carriage window, aiming straight at the piece of flint inside the carriage.

Manager Ouyang thought he was throwing a hidden weapon, and seeing him throw it so crookedly, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Low-level cultivators are just trash..."

The instant this word "trash" emerged in his heart, the flint Chen An threw pierced the carriage window, and with a click, it struck the flint inside, rubbing out a spark.

The next second, the dust cloud in the carriage was instantly ignited, burning rapidly to produce a large amount of gas, causing the temperature and pressure in the carriage space to rise suddenly.

Immediately after!

Only a loud boom was heard!

The sealed carriage exploded instantly, a terrifying golden mushroom cloud shot into the sky, submerging Manager Ouyang, who was crossing over the top, in a sea of fire until he disappeared...

PS: Setting out my bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!