Being Treated as a Magical Medicine? Blow up the Entire Sect with a Backhand

Being treated as a magical medicine? Blow up the entire sect with a backhand I am a once-in-a-century genius in our sect. My master dotes on me, my senior brothers love me, and my junior sisters respect me. Until the day when the sect master gave me the elixir, I heard their voices. "The humanoid elixir that I have been cultivating for eighteen years has finally matured." "If I dig up her spiritual roots and give them to my junior sister, my disciple will be able to ascend." "Senior sister's flesh and blood can be used as medicine to help me break through the bottleneck." I smiled and swallowed the elixir, detonating my Dantian in front of everyone's horrified eyes. "You want my spiritual root? Then give your life in exchange." ------