Explosion Is an Art

Chen An struggled to get up from the grass and reached out his left hand to touch his right shoulder.

"Hiss!"

It was so painful that he gasped. He glanced at his left hand, which was covered in warm blood.

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

He felt so much pain that he wished he was dead.

The right shoulder bone shattered. And it was a comminuted fracture.

If he wasn't a Cultivator, he would be in so much pain that he might even go into shock.

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

When they saw that their husband was injured, the wife and concubine in the carriage were so shocked that their faces turned pale. They hurriedly asked with concern:

"Husband!"

"Husband, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

As Chen An spoke, he rummaged through the car and found a small snow-white medicine bottle. Inside was a Small Reversion Pill.

This was an expensive medicinal pill that could treat both internal and external injuries at the same time. It was a level 2 medicinal pill that he had bought in the past for emergency treatment.

Now, it was time to use it.

He uncorked the bottle and ate a Small Reversion Pill.

In just an instant, Chen An could clearly feel that the pain in his body had subsided a lot.

Then, he took out another snow-white medicine bottle from elsewhere and poured the medicinal powder on his injured right shoulder to speed up the self-healing speed of his right shoulder.

After quickly dealing with his injured right shoulder, Chen An began to think.

'Steward Zhang's strength was inferior to Steward Ouyang's. He would probably be dealt with before long.

After Steward Ouyang dealt with him, he would definitely come back to deal with me.

If I wanted to leave with my wife and concubine, I could only drive the carriage.

However, they were still more than ten miles away from the core area. The carriage was moving too slowly, and Steward Ouyang would catch up to them before they could go far.

Unless… I could steel my heart and abandon my wife and concubine to escape alone.'

Chen An glanced at Song Huaying, who was pregnant, and Gu Xinyue, who had been concerned about the injury on his right shoulder. He could not abandon them.

He continued to think.

'Since I can't escape, should I return to the forest and join hands with Steward Zhang to deal with Steward Ouyang?'

No, this was unrealistic. There was a high chance that he would be killed twice when he returned.

Moreover, Steward Zhang might have already been dealt with by now.

If he chose to go back now, it would be no different from a sheep entering a tiger's den.

Then… should he set up some poison traps and wait for Steward Ouyang to fall into them?

That didn't seem to work either.

The other party had just seen with his own eyes the scene of his accomplices being poisoned and killed one by one. He must have taken precautions against poison.

Perhaps he had an antidote pill in his mouth now.

Annoying! If I can't do this or that, what should I do?! Chen An was very anxious.

This was the biggest crisis he had encountered since he transmigrated.

"Husband…"

Seeing that Chen An had been frowning, Gu Xinyue, who was beside him, could not help but shout worriedly.

She wanted to ask about Chen An's situation, why Steward Zhang didn't come back, and how her husband injured his shoulder.

However, after thinking about it, she did not ask. She didn't want to put pressure on Chen An.

On the other side, Song Huaying saw that Chen An's right shoulder was still bleeding non-stop. She could not help but pick up a bottle of medicinal powder to treat external injuries and said to him gently:

"Husband, your shoulder is still bleeding. Why don't I sprinkle some more Blood Clotting Powder for you?"

"No need. I sprinkled some earlier."

Chen An looked at the medicine bottle in Song Huaying's hand and said.

Seeing that her husband said no, Song Huaying pursed her thin lips and could only put the medicine bottle back in its original position.

She did not know if it was because she was not paying attention, but she accidentally emptied the medicine bottle and it shattered at her feet. The white powder instantly scattered all over the ground.

"Husband, I… I didn't do it on purpose."

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

Because she could see that her husband was very annoyed.

However, Chen An did not say anything. He just stared at the medicinal powder that was splattered everywhere under his feet without saying a word. Two words appeared in the depths of his mind.

—Dust explosion.

His eyes lit up. He had finally thought of a solution.

He used the powder to create a dust bomb in the sealed carriage!

This might be the only way to survive! If he thought of it, he would do it immediately!

Chen An pointed at the forest opposite and said to his wife and concubine,

"Yue'er, Ying'er, the two of you quickly get off the carriage and hide well. Hide over there and try to hide as far away as possible."

The two of them were very sensible. They did not ask why and immediately did as Chen An said. They got off the carriage and ran towards the forest opposite.

Song Huaying was pregnant and couldn't run away. As a Cultivator, Gu Xinyue picked her up and ran with her. The two of them had developed a deep sisterly relationship.

The moment his wife and concubine got out of the carriage, Chen An immediately began to make dust bombs in the carriage.

The principle of dust explosion was very simple.

It was the combustible dust that mixed with the air in the restricted space, forming a dust cloud.

The mixture then combusts rapidly under the ignition source, causing temperature and pressure to rise sharply in the confined space, resulting in an explosion.

At this moment, Chen An had thrown out all the medicinal powder he could get, causing it to form a dust cloud in the sealed carriage.

In order to maintain the dust cloud state of the powder, Chen An found an electric fan that he had invented in the past when he was bored.

Although it was called an electric fan, it was actually a simple windmill. It could continuously rotate under the effect of spirit stones to achieve an effect similar to an electric fan.

Chen An placed the electric fan at the bottom of the carriage and let it blow at the floating medicinal powder to maintain a certain degree of liquidity.

After creating the dust cloud, Chen An went outside to pick up many sharp pieces of gravel. He first soaked them in a special poisonous powder solution, then sprinkled them all at the bottom of the carriage as scattered bullets to increase the power of the explosion.

Then, he immediately found two flints that he usually used to light the fire in the kitchen.

One was placed by the side of the carriage. He would hold one for himself. As the ignition source for the detonation later.

These preparations seemed complicated, but it only took less than ten minutes to complete them.

Seeing that Steward Ouyang had yet to come out, Chen An simply set up traps around the carriage; a simple poison pit trap.

It was to dig a pit and insert all kinds of poisonous needles into it. Then, he would cover it with dead branches and leaves to hide it so that people would step into it.

"Sha… sha… sha!"

Just as Chen An was digging the pit, Steward Ouyang came out of the forest with the sound of leaves rubbing against each other.

His right hand was injured and was bleeding profusely.

His left hand was holding Steward Zhang's head. Steward Zhang was dead. He had dealt with him!

When he saw this scene, Chen An stood up and ran without another word. He ran straight for the carriage.

"Ha, futile."

Steward Ouyang sneered. Then, he exerted strength in his calf and chased after Chen An at high speed.

'Chase?

I'm just afraid that you won't chase after me!'

Chen An laughed in his heart. He leaped high and jumped over the top of the carriage, running towards the forest opposite, luring Steward Ouyang over the carriage as well.

Sure enough, Steward Ouyang had been tricked!

When Chen An ran more than ten meters away from the carriage, he happened to pass by the carriage just like Chen An.

"Die!!!"

Chen An seized this opportunity and threw the flint he had been holding in his hand at the window of the carriage. His target was the flint at the side of the carriage.

Steward Ouyang thought that he was throwing a hidden weapon. Seeing that he threw it so crookedly, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. "A low-level Cultivator is useless…"

The moment the word "trash" appeared in his mind, the flint that Chen An had thrown pierced through the window of the carriage and hit the flint inside, causing sparks to fly.

In the next second, the dust cloud in the carriage was instantly ignited. The rapid burning produced a large amount of gas, causing the temperature and pressure in the carriage to suddenly increase.

Then! There was a loud bang!

The sealed carriage instantly exploded, and a terrifying golden mushroom cloud soared into the sky, drowning Steward Ouyang, who was crossing it, in the sea of fire and disappeared…