Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

48. The Demon Lord I

Translator: Alanese Fantasy

The self-explosion of a cultivator was immeasurable; if no one stopped Luo Yuan as soon as possible, the entire Qingyu Pavilion could be razed to the ground.

Zhuo Hua’s ward wasn’t strong enough to protect everyone, so he only had to narrow down the explosion range. Zhuo Hua therefore cast a ward and enveloped Luo Yuan and himself within it.

Almost instantly, before everyone could react, they saw that yellow sand was blowing at the place where Luo Yuan had been standing, along with a bit of sparks. Luo Yuan was bound within a ward with a radius of about ten meters.

The ward blocked everything within it and there was dead silence outside. The crowd watched Zhuo Hua engulfed by the explosion.

“Senior Brother!” Qing Yangzi cried out in grief.

Nan Chen was dumbfounded at the sight before him.

‘How can… how can this happen?!’

Nan Chen clenched his fists.

‘I haven’t even taken my revenge yet. How can he die? How dare he…’

Blood slowly spread onto Nan Chen’s eyes. Feeling the power rampant inside his body, Nan Chen fought down the desire to kill.

Fortunately, the attention of the crowd was drawn by the ward, and no one noticed Nan Chen’s strange countenance.

‘Crack… crack…’ The ward began to crack.

“Crack… crack…” The crack grew wider and wider.

In the end, the ward was overwhelmed and shattered into pieced with a bang.

The aftermath of the explosion swept all the people to the ground. After the dust cleared, Qing Yangzi ran to Zhuo Hua, followed by Nan Chen.

The scene in front of him broke Nan Chen’s heart.

He saw Zhuo Hua lying on the ground, with eyes closed tightly and not a single piece of skin on his body intact. Blood oozed from all over Zhuo Hua’s body.

Nan Chen’s hand was trembling a bit as he reached out to Zhuo Hua.

He couldn’t believe… couldn’t believe that Zhuo Hua died just like that.

Xiao Feng grabbed Nan Chen’s hand and stopped him, “Don’t touch him. His body currently can’t stand even a bit more torment.”

Then Xiao Feng stuffed a pill into Zhuo Hua’s mouth. After half of the burning time of an incense stick, Zhuo Hua’s body stopped bleeding.

“Elder Xiao, how about my Senior Brother…” Qing Yangzi worriedly asked Xiao Feng; he had never seen Zhuo Hua so badly injured since he had known him.

“Master Zhuo Hua is severely injured. Whether he can recover or not is up to himself.”

“What do you mean?” Qing Yangzi asked again.

Xiao Feng sighed, “Having faced such a great explosion, the body and the spirit of a cultivator could be easily destroyed even if he or she is in Tribulation Passage. And this is already the best result for Master Zhuo Hua.”

Then, Xiao Feng gave out the antidote of the Spiritual Dissolving Toxic to people around. When the poison was resolved, people quickly cleared the remaining ghost cultivators in the Qingyu Pavilion. In the end, after a brief discussion, they returned to their own sects.

“Ka ka ka…” Suddenly Kaka came out of nowhere, and it saw Zhuo Hua on the ground.

“Ka ka ka… Master, what happened to you? I just secretly went to the kitchen to find some food, how could you become like this…”

Kaka was eating a drumstick in the kitchen, while suddenly it sensed that its master was in danger and then quickly came over. But it encountered something dark on the way, and when it got over that thing, Kaka saw this scene.

“Ka ka ka… Master!” With tears in its eyes, Kaka pounced at Zhuo Hua but was caught by Nan Chen in midair.

Seeing that Kaka was fine, Nan Chen felt relieved. It seemed that Zhuo Hua was not in danger. After all, the spiritual beast and Zhuo Hua were bonded together.

“If you pounce at him again, he will really die.” Nan Chen gave Kaka a cold look, and Kaka shivered in fear.

‘This man is terrifying.’

When his fellows arrived, Nan Chen and others took Zhuo Hua back to Muyang Temple.

Qing Yangzi collected all kinds of elixirs to heal Zhuo Hua. During the time, Nan Chen practiced cultivation every day and sometimes went down the Peak to take trials.

Time flew and three years passed by. Zhuo Hua almost recovered from the injury, but he still didn’t wake up.

At night, the dark clouds slowly shrouded the bright moon, and a bloody smell wafted in the air.

“Lord.” At the back of Bamboo Peak, a man with a scar on his face knelt down and lowered his head, calling a man in a black cloak.

“Carry out the plan.” An evil voice came, as if it was going to take someone’s soul away.

“Yes!”