Chapter 47: Thunder Flame Tiger Roar Blade

The Thunder Flame Tiger dived straight down, transforming into a streak of lightning, ready to self-destruct.

“Imprison!”

Qin Shuyan spoke, and his technique followed. The Five Elements Formation materialized, trapping the Thunder Flame Tiger within.

“How did you set up this formation? You’re actually an array master!” Wang Yuankun roared with equal parts shock and fury, his tiger-like howls echoing repeatedly.

Wang Yuanze and his several lackeys looked around in terror, finally realizing they were all trapped inside the formation.

Earlier, upon sensing something amiss, Qin Shu had immediately summoned the Apricot Yellow Flag, which sank into the earth. Using the ground as cover, the Four Flags swiftly formed a vast array spanning nine kilometers in radius, enveloping everyone within its confines.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As the returning Thunderbolts exploded, Wang Yuanze and his group reaped what they had sown, their bodies obliterated before they could even beg for mercy.

Qin Shu acted decisively: “They’re already dying; no need for more words.”

He shifted the Five Elements Formation to fire mode, unleashing fierce flames to incinerate the Thunder Flame Tiger’s spiritual soul.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wang Yuankun shrieked fearfully from within the Thunder Flame Tiger’s spiritual soul.

“You should know,” Qin Shu chuckled darkly. Flames rapidly invaded the depths of the Thunder Flame Tiger’s spiritual soul, searing at Wang Yuankun’s willpower.

“Aaaaah~!”

In a shrill scream of agony, Wang Yuankun’s will was incinerated into nothingness, leaving behind only the pristine shell of the Thunder Flame Tiger spiritual soul.

“Thunder Flame Tiger and Thunderbolt Blade - perfect match.”

With a wave of his hand, Qin Shu sent Wang Yuankun’s spirit weapon, the Thunderbolt Blade, flying into the inferno to fuse with the tiger. He channeled streams of Karma True Yuan into the blaze, then employed the great divine ability Circulating Destiny to catalyze their fusion.

The tiger’s roars and thunderous crashes resonated harmoniously with the blade’s mystical hums.

Their attributes aligned perfectly, aided by Circulating Destiny, swiftly merging into one in an utterly seamless union.

“A spirit essence surpassing that of supreme-grade spirit weapons, yet confined within a merely high-grade spiritual artifact vessel? This won’t do,” Qin Shu mused.

After a moment’s contemplation, he produced the Karma Cauldron. Then, drawing upon Wang Yuanze’s space ring, he found what he sought: a mid-grade spiritual artifact known as the Dingguang Pearl.

“These clan disciples certainly live in luxury,” he observed.

He also gathered various other materials, including some top-grade medicinal pills.

Next came Wang Yuankun’s space bracelet, which held several pieces of high-quality lightning attribute ore—likely intended to enhance the Thunderclap Blade’s potency.

Now, however, these resources would serve Qin Shu’s purposes instead.

“Let’s give it a go.”

Qin Shu placed the Dingguang Pearl and some suitable materials into the enlarged Karma Cauldron. He then used the Five Elements Formation to condense spiritual fire from nature, transforming it into Karma True Fire that enveloped the entire cauldron.

Though he lacked artificing skills, extracting essences from materials was within his grasp—similar to pill concocting but requiring greater firepower intensity without such meticulous precision, making it comparatively simpler.

Before long, a pool of purple-blue liquid formed within the Karma Cauldron.

“Come!”

With Qin Shu’s wave, the Thunder Flame Tiger Roar Blade flew into the cauldron, merging with its spirit solution. Under the Circulating Great Fortune Technique, new restrictions continuously manifested upon the blade.

The Karma Cauldron began to tremble violently.

A blue glow illuminated, overshadowing the green hue of the Karma True Fire.

Seizing the moment, Qin Shu swiftly lifted the lid. The newly enhanced Thunder Flame Tiger Roar Blade emerged, emitting a thunderous roar as an illusory tiger materialized in mid-air, roaring fiercely.

Just as the blade attempted to break free from the Five Elements Formation in its most potent state, transforming into blue light,

“You think you can escape?” Qin Shu declared firmly, channeling the full power of the Five Elements Formation onto the Thunder Flame Tiger Roar Blade.

The blade let out a mournful cry, its newfound essence forcefully suppressed back into its core. It plummeted from the sky, now obedient to its master once more.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the blade.

“A top-tier spirit artifact, just as expected,” Qin Shu laughed heartily. “This level of spiritual affinity is truly exceptional among high-grade artifacts; it must be worth at least three hundred million soul coins.”

The sword wasn’t suitable for him anyway, so selling it would be best.

However, returning to Nine Yong City was no longer an option—he needed to leave immediately.

Although he had many lives, there was no point in wasting them when alternatives existed. Besides, considering the God Soul Continent’s random teleportation mechanics, who knew where one might end up? What if he couldn’t return this time?

Qin Shu deactivated the Five Elements Formation, dissipating his physical form into a gentle breeze that swiftly headed northward.

As Wang Yuanze and Wang Yuankun met their demise, within the Wang Clan’s memorial hall in Nine Clouds City’s Immortal District, their life tablets shattered simultaneously.

An elderly man with graying hair reclined leisurely on a chair nearby. Upon hearing the sound of shattering porcelain, he instinctively turned towards the commotion.

His body jolted, and he exclaimed, “Who dares harm my clan members?” The figure vanished from the chair, instantly reappearing before the broken life tablets.

“It seems to be Wang Shuangjiang’s branch causing trouble.”

He promptly sent a long-distance message: “Wang Shuangjiang, come here immediately.”

In a secluded chamber, Wang Shuangjiang was deep in cultivation practice.

Several months ago, he had been humiliated by Lu Kaijiang, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Vowing revenge, Wang Shuangjiang was determined to break through before Lu Kaijiang and settle the score.

However, upon hearing the voice transmission, he knew he must emerge from seclusion. It’s the patriarch’s voice, he thought, puzzled. I wonder what has transpired?

Exiting the secret chamber, his body transformed into a streak of lightning. In moments, he appeared before the ancestral tablet hall.

“Greetings, Patriarch,” he said respectfully. “What instructions does my patriarch have for me?”

The Wang Clan Patriarch replied coolly, “Your third and thirteenth grandsons are no more—completely annihilated. Go investigate.”

“What?! Kun’er is dead!” Wang Shuangjiang froze, then erupted in fury. “Who? Who would dare!”

“Cough cough!” The patriarch cleared his throat sharply. “And here you are, trying to intimidate me in my own presence?”

“Grandson wouldn’t dream of it,” Wang Shuangjiang hastily bowed his head.

“Never mind, I won’t hold it against you this time. Your third grandson showed great potential; we cannot let his death go unanswered. Investigate thoroughly, and feel free to draw upon our clan resources as needed. I will inform the family head.”

“Grandson thanks the patriarch,” Wang Shuangjiang managed, barely suppressing his anger. Among his dozens of descendants, only three possessed Sunlight Rank spiritual souls—the pinnacle of power. Losing one such precious talent left him seething with rage.

Before his clan’s patriarch, he suppressed his fury with great effort.

The anger in his heart had been building like a volcano accumulating power over millennia, waiting for an instant eruption.

As the family machinery began turning, clues quickly came to light.

At Beiyàn District’s main office:

A patrol team had just delivered a criminal when Wang Shuangjiang appeared on the scene.

“Wang Daoist, I was about to seek you out,” Xing Yulin said gravely, eyeing Wang Shuangjiang coldly. “I didn’t expect you here first.”

“Captain Xing, my third and thirteenth grandsons are no more,” Wang Shuangjiang replied. “With their deaths, any sins they may have committed are absolved. All I wish now is to understand what transpired. Will you obstruct me?”

Hearing this, Xing Yulin chuckled. “Asking questions is one thing, but you cannot take this person away.”

“I comprehend that fully,” Wang Shuangjiang nodded, suppressing his frustration.

Xing Yulin led him to the restricted area where An Langpu, the prisoner, awaited interrogation.

An Langpu was the individual who had used the Directed Teleportation Talisman against Qin Shu.

Such a talisman allowed its user to mark a destination coordinate, conceal it within a specific range, and upon someone entering that range, trigger the teleportation using divine willpower to send them to the marked location.

This seventh-rank talisman cost a hundred thousand spiritual soul coins—a truly exorbitant sum.

Wang Yuanze had indeed gone all out.