I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1473 - 1472: Self-Detonation

"Not enough!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

He gathered all the storage bags Teng Yingkong had thrown over, sneering as he looked at the storage bag on Teng Yingkong’s waist.

"Human brat! Don’t go too far!" Teng Yingkong said grimly.

Zhang Xiaohao slapped his hand, taking out the remaining ten small mountain magic artifacts.

With a single point of his finger, these small mountain artifacts expanded in the wind, all becoming gigantic peaks ten zhang tall.

"You know what to do, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said with a cold smile.

"Phew!" Teng Yingkong took a deep breath, glaring fiercely at Zhang Xiaohao. If looks could kill, Teng Yingkong would have slaughtered Zhang Xiaohao a thousand times over. As the hostile Yin Yellow Sand, thousands of zhang high, closed in from behind, reducing the distance between them to less than five hundred meters; once engulfed, there would be no escape but death.

"Treasures can be regained, but a lost life truly cannot!" Teng Yingkong comforted himself this way.

He grabbed his waist and removed the storage bag, glaring darkly at Zhang Xiaohao.

"Human brat, if I hand you the storage bag, will you stop bothering us?"

"This is your Mu Ye Clan’s territory, and also within Qingyuan Town’s area of influence. If it weren’t out of desperation, would I trouble you?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Fine! Here you go!" Teng Yingkong said.

Yet internally, he sneered, thinking, once we rid ourselves of the hostile Yin Yellow Sand, we’ll come for you!

As he spoke, he flung the storage bag forcefully.

Zhang Xiaohao was equally ruthless, grasping the storage bag Teng Yingkong tossed and pocketing it.

"Human brat, I’ve given you the items, now can you leave?" Teng Yingkong said coldly.

"Don’t rush! I’m about to leave, but before I do, I’ll give you a parting gift!" Zhang Xiaohao said murderously.

"What are you trying to do..."

"Boom—!" Teng Yingkong’s words were cut off as Zhang Xiaohao pointed a finger, and the twelve small mountain magic artifacts detonated simultaneously. A powerful force erupted from the twelve small mountain magic artifacts, rushing toward Teng Yingkong’s flying puppet beast.

As for Zhang Xiaohao, after completing this act, he tapped his foot, the spirit boat’s speed surged once more, turning into a lightning bolt that disappeared into the sky.

"Ah! Damn human brat, how dare you deceive me! I swear, I will rend you limb from limb!" Teng Yingkong roared with a hideous expression.

Craack!

The explosive force from the powerful magic artifacts shattered the shield above the flying puppet beast, sending the mighty force toward the group of them.

Facing such a formidable force, even though Teng Yingkong and his companions were cultivators of the Foundation Establishment Realm, they dared not be careless in the slightest. They abandoned controlling the flying puppet beast, each patting their waists, instinctively trying to take out a few treasures from their storage bags to resist the impact of this force, but then they found their waists empty—they’d been swindled by Zhang Xiaohao.

With no other option, they had to use their protective spiritual light to fend off the powerful shock force.

Craack craack craack!!!

Without the protection of magic artifacts, this group of cultivators became like lambs to the slaughter, instantly annihilating more than half, while the remaining few struggled to withstand three breaths with their profound cultivation, before also being killed by the mighty destructive force.

Moments later, only Teng Yingkong was left struggling on the flying puppet beast.

His body was covered in wounds, bright red blood continuously flowing from within.

Ssss!

As the last force from the magic artifact explosion dissipated, Teng Yingkong subconsciously exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Suddenly, the soul-crushing sound of a baby arose, along with a powerful strangling force. The hostile Yin Yellow Sand whirled with overwhelming momentum, swiftly approaching.

"Ah! Human brat, I will not rest until one of us is dead!" Teng Yingkong snarled furiously, his face contorted.

"Blood God Escape!" Teng Yingkong bellowed.

Ignoring everything else, he spat a mouthful of vital blood, twisted a seal with both hands, enveloping himself in a mist of blood. His silhouette flickered, and in the next moment, he appeared a hundred zhang away, repeating several flashes until Teng Yingkong disappeared into the horizon...

Ten thousand li away.

Zhang Xiaohao stopped in a very secluded cave, glanced in the direction behind him, pointed with one hand, and took out the flying sword magic artifact. He bombarded a cliff, opening a two zhang wide cave entrance, and swiftly dashed inside, sealing the entrance behind him and breathlessly sitting down on the ground.

"Phew! I’m exhausted, using up two pristine Spirit Stones to escape the hostile Yin Yellow Sand! Seems the Spirit Realm truly is as rumored, with its harsh environment; one can unwittingly encounter formidable natural disasters!" Zhang Xiaohao thought fearfully.

A few minutes later.

Zhang Xiaohao’s mood had completely calmed down. With a flip of his hand, he took out all of the ten-plus storage bags he had on him.

Sweeping them with his Divine Thought, he began refining them using his artifact refining technique...

Two days later.

Ending the refinements, Zhang Xiaohao’s brows furrowed tightly, and he played with one storage bag.

This storage bag was Teng Yingkong’s; all other storage bags had been refined, except this one.

"Could it be that old bastard is still alive?" Zhang Xiaohao muttered.

Other than that possibility, a masterless storage bag would have already been refined by him.

Gazing in the direction of Qingyuan Town, Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes flickered with intense killing intent.

"Old fool! Even if you narrowly escaped, you must die!" Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.

Grabbing these storage bags, he dumped out their contents, and in moments, the ground was cluttered with various items, almost filling the entire cave.

Among them, the most plentiful were lower-grade Spirit Stones, numbering over ten thousand, along with some elixirs for Qi Refining Realm cultivation, as well as two bottles for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation.

Additionally, there were more than twenty pieces of lower-grade magic artifacts, one medium-grade magic artifact, and some artifact refining materials, among others.

"The harvest is not bad! Let’s first refine these more than twenty pieces of magic artifacts!" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes gleamed.

As for Teng Yingkong, there’s no rush for now; even if he narrowly escaped, he likely suffered greatly under the hostile Yin Yellow Sand, possibly causing his cultivation to fall to the Qi Refining Realm. Even if he returns to Qingyuan Town, recovery won’t happen overnight. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

So Zhang Xiaohao made a hand seal and began refining the magic artifacts before him.

With the passage of time, in the blink of an eye, a week had already passed.