My bathroom leads to the celestial realm.

22 A Certain Scientific Railgun's Super Fireball Technique

Regardless of whether they were friend or foe, everyone was astonished: Has this guy gone mad with fear? Doesn't he realize he's about to be in deep trouble?

The big, dark-skinned guy had his head and face covered in flour, with white powder covering his black skin and black showing through the white, making him look ridiculous.

Enraged, he roared and lunged at Xu Yan.

Master Xu calmly took two steps back, flicked his sleeve, and sent the meteor hammer grazing the large, dark man's body as it disappeared into the swirling powder mist.

The big, dark-skinned man was taken aback, then suddenly realized something was wrong and instinctively turned around.

A barely perceptible arc of electricity leaped from the hammerhead, followed by a deafening roar. Crimson flames suddenly filled his entire field of vision, and he was sent flying uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground. His dark face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at his men who came with him, every single one of them was lying on the ground, their fates unknown, and some of them were still engulfed in flames!

The shockwave swept in all directions, and the innkeeper, waiters, and guests were the first to be hit, falling to their deaths.

Even those who weren't affected by the explosion were stunned.

Every door and window that could be seen was torn to shreds by the shockwave, with pieces of paper flying everywhere like paper money.

Looking further away, even many roof tiles had been shaken off, and most of the street was in a mess.

It's one thing for ignorant mortals to be confused, but anyone with even the slightest bit of cultivation is bound to have their mind racing right now.

This person neither cast any spells, nor summoned any magical treasures, nor used any talismans, and there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. How did that huge fireball come about?

What level of cultivation and realm is required to wipe out the entire Gathering Spirit Society's thugs in a single encounter?

Fear stems from the unknown, and at this moment, everyone looked at Xu Yan with fear and awe.

Those who had originally been plotting to take advantage of the situation no longer dared to entertain any such thoughts and made the slightest move.

Even the most precious spirit pearl can only be used if you are alive!

Xu Yan hadn't expected the flour to be so effective. Even though she had kept some distance beforehand, she was still knocked to the ground by the shockwave and rolled several times before stopping.

Fortunately, he was not injured, only his clothes were slightly dirty and he looked a little disheveled.

He rolled over and got up, glanced around, and immediately burst into laughter.

Master Xu thought about it for a long time before coming up with this method, which was so simple yet difficult to think of immediately.

There's no other reason than that the material conditions were simply too poor. We couldn't produce anything that was easy to think of, and we couldn't even gather enough materials for gunpowder.

I racked my brains before I remembered the dust explosion.

At this moment, most of the enemies were silent, except for the big, charred black man lying on the ground, glaring at them with a look of grief and indignation.

Xu Yan chuckled, then retrieved his meteor hammer and swung it at the target.

The big black man barely dodged the hammer head, but the hammer chain struck him.

Xu Yan unleashed his full power of true energy, and the big black man was immediately struck by electric current, his lifeless eyes rolled back, and his limbs twitched uncontrollably.

He swung the hammer again with a vicious blow, and the big black man immediately went still, his fate unknown.

With the double protection of electric shock and hammer blows, Xu Yan approached the big black man and rummaged around on him for a bit, unexpectedly finding a palm-sized Qiankun bag.

What a wonderful baby! What a pleasant surprise!

Without even looking inside, he stuffed it into his waistband.

The larger the capacity of a spatial magic artifact, the more precious it is. A sleeve pouch is already a relatively valuable magic artifact. A Qiankun bag or mustard seed bag with a larger capacity would cost at least three to five thousand spirit pearls, which is unaffordable for low-level cultivators in the lower city.

For cultivators at the lower levels, all spirit pearls must be used for cultivation, and not a single one can be wasted.

Rings, bracelets, belts, and the like are even more high-end; many low-level cultivators have never even heard of them, and they are practically priceless.

Xu Yan, who had made a great haul, immediately set his sights on Fatty Yin, intending to make a comeback. However, he was surprised to find that this guy, despite his apparent generosity, was actually not as generous as the big black guy, and only managed to pull out a few dozen spirit beads.

Unwilling to give up, Xu Yan touched other people's things, some with seven or eight, some with three or five, which together amounted to about the same as what the fat man had contributed.

He cursed his bad luck and was about to leave when a group of people suddenly appeared from behind the inn.

Seeing their companions lying on the ground, even the big black guy was silent, and the guys who were supposed to be easy prey were brazenly looting the corpses, these people involuntarily stopped, their feet feeling like they were made of lead, unable to move an inch.

Something's not right. What happened?

Xu Yan was also startled and almost ran away, but seeing the other party hesitate, he quickly regained his composure.

He tossed the spirit pearl he had just pulled out, grinned at the new enemy, then tucked it into his pocket and leisurely left the scene, heading towards the Spirit Palace.

The crowd looked at each other, and no one dared to follow Xu Yan until he disappeared from sight.

How dare you provoke such a ruthless person? Do you have a death wish?

The world is a dangerous place; if things don't go well, it's best to retreat and leave as soon as possible.

Not only the members of the Gathering Spirits Society, the clever ones had already slipped away, while the less clever ones had also realized what was happening and fled the scene as quickly as possible, not even bothering to close their shops.

But they were too late. Before they could get far, several sword lights fell from the sky, led by a handsome white-robed cultivator.

A dozen or so cultivators, riding flying swords, stood in four directions, completely blocking the nearby roads. No one, regardless of who they were, was allowed to enter or leave.

Even those who managed to escape the blockade were caught and brought back.

The white-robed cultivator slowly landed on the scene, his gaze sweeping over the corpses scattered on the ground before finally settling on the old shopkeeper: "Speak! If you utter a single falsehood, you'll lose your head!"

The old shopkeeper trembled all over, not daring to raise his head: "Senior, please inform me, just now, just now someone had a conflict with the Spirit Gathering Association..."

"Oh?" The white-robed cultivator remained expressionless. "And what was that sound...?"

He didn't care who had the conflict or how many people died, but the loud noise had spread far and wide, disturbing the upper echelons of the Immortal Workshop, so how could he let it go so easily?

The old shopkeeper quickly recounted the whole story in detail, daring not to exaggerate or conceal anything.

The white-robed cultivator's gaze turned cold: "You didn't use any spells, magic weapons, or talismans, not even spiritual energy. Are you toying with me?"

The old shopkeeper, his face ashen, knelt on both knees with a thud: "Senior, please understand! I dare not! I dare not! I truly have no idea what methods that person used..."

The white-robed cultivator waved his hand casually, and the old shopkeeper was struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing limply to the ground.

He glanced around and randomly selected someone: "You speak!"

The man trembled all over and could barely speak. He could only say a few words before he was knocked down by the white-robed cultivator.

He then asked a few more people, and their answers were exactly the same, causing a slight ripple to stir in the usually calm mind of the white-robed cultivator.

He took off on his sword and immediately flew towards the Lingque Palace.