Wielding the Thunders Across Two Worlds-Chapter 49: Taiyi Wind and Fire

The white-robed man attacked without a second word, clearly furious from the embarrassment of his carelessness. It also proved he didn’t recognize Gu Zhao and the others.

The old man in brocade relaxed, gathered his sleeves, took two steps back, and watched to see what would happen.

But when he saw Taoist Yan Song purse his lips and whistle up a great wind, the corner of his eye twitched. He carefully sized up the group. ’They aren’t Ghost Gods. Are they Mages or Fairies?’

The wind Taoist Yan Song exhaled was imbued with Spiritual Qi. It acted like a sandblaster, grinding the ghostly mist to dust until it dissipated, unable to reform. With just two breaths, the mist inside and outside the ancestral hall was completely cleared away.

The white-robed man’s expression changed. He finally spotted Bai Ke on the Silk Embroideress’s shoulder. "It’s you, you little fox?"

"It is me!" Bai Ke stuck her tongue out playfully. "Surprised? Shocked?"

"I failed to keep you here last time, and you actually dared to come back with help? Do you think this is enough to kill me?" The white-robed man glared at Bai Ke, his right hand clenching into a fist, though he couldn’t seem to close it completely.

"Die!" Seeing that the ghostly mist was useless against Taoist Yan Song, the white-robed man shot forward. In an instant, three-foot-long black nails sprouted from his ten fingers, clawing for Taoist Yan Song’s face and chest.

Although he attacked the man’s face and chest, his gaze never left Taoist Yan Song’s waist, where a longsword with a Brass Sword Head and a Green Silk Wrapped Handle hung.

However, before he could even see Taoist Yan Song draw his sword, he was struck by a sudden wave of heat.

He looked up instinctively and saw that the old Daoist’s face had changed again. This time, his face was a base of red, his cheeks glowed gold like fire, and an eye had opened on his brow. He looked utterly menacing.

At the same time, a ball of fire shot from his mouth, mixing with the fierce wind to form an instantaneous wave. This conflagration of Wind and Fire rushed straight for him.

The moment his nails came into contact with the Wind and Fire, their tips began to emit black smoke. Then, the nails started to twist and deform as if they were about to be melted by the flames.

The white-robed man was horrified. He stopped in his tracks, twisted his body, and retreated, but he still couldn’t evade the onrushing Wind and Fire. He had no choice but to channel his bone-chilling Ghost Qi to resist.

"What is this fire?" the white-robed man cried out in alarm.

It wasn’t that he’d never been attacked with fire by people who had wandered in here before. Normal flames could hurt him, but they had never filled him with the terrifying sensation of being melted away.

Seeing his Magic display such Divine Power, Taoist Yan Song was invigorated and quite pleased. Hearing the white-robed man’s question, he couldn’t help but stroke his beard with the air of a lofty master. "Just a little Taiyi Wind and Fire, nothing special."

Taoist Yan Song practiced the Quanzhen Dragon Gate Sect classic, the *Great Pill Direct Pointing*, and also cultivated the Qingcheng Ancient Dao Skill, the *Taiyin Fire Mansion Secret Technique*. According to theory, kidney-water gives birth to liver-wood, and liver-wood gives birth to wind. The wind then fans the flames, allowing Wind and Fire to emerge together. The two Sects’ scriptures complemented each other seamlessly, multiplying the technique’s power.

Moreover, Taoist Yan Song had over fifty years of Cultivation under his belt. His True Qi Magical Power was even deeper than that of Gu Zhao, who had just gotten his power-up. With a single, full Inner Breath, he could spew the Taiyi Wind and Fire nonstop, not even pausing to speak.

Gu Zhao couldn’t figure out how Taoist Yan Song could possibly talk while breathing fire.

Noticing the doubt in Gu Zhao’s eyes, Taoist Yan Song said smugly, "This old Daoist can tap on a chiming stone while looking at his phone. What’s so hard about talking while breathing fire?"

Gu Zhao retorted, "Too much wind, too much fire. That means you have an overactive liver and a fiery heart. You should drink more chrysanthemum tea."

Taoist Yan Song shot Gu Zhao a sidelong glance. "Drinking chrysanthemum tea to cool your inner fire... is that how you solve your own problems?"

Gu Zhao was speechless.

While Taoist Yan Song and Gu Zhao were joking around, the casting of the Taiyi Wind and Fire was completely unaffected. A tornado of wind and flame surrounded the white-robed man in the center of the ancestral hall, trapping him securely. The white-robed man tried to break out several times, but to no avail.

The old man in brocade saw that Taoist Yan Song’s Taiyi Wind and Fire merely trapped the white-robed man. Though he wasn’t far from the battlefield, he only felt a slight breeze and a touch of warmth. Not a single spark drifted his way. His expression grew even more solemn.

Just then, the white-robed man’s furious, desperate roar came from within the Taiyi tornado of fire. "Break!"

BOOM!

Ghost Qi surged wildly as a white figure broke through the tornado of Taiyi Wind and Fire, landing beside the old man in brocade.

But the white-robed man was not a pretty sight. His face, once a ghastly pale green and white, was now somewhat blackened. His clothes were in disarray, his hair was a mess, and he looked utterly wretched. His Ghost Qi was turbulent and unstable.

"Quick, give me the Blood Spirit Pearl!" the white-robed man said, looking at the old man in brocade. "I accept your offer!"

The old man in brocade raised an eyebrow but didn’t speak immediately.

"Give me the Blood Spirit Pearl to complete the final trace of vitality in my Red Corpse Fiend Body!" The white-robed man turned to Taoist Yan Song and snarled, "Once my Red Corpse Fiend is complete, none of them will be my match! I’ll tear them to pieces, devour their souls, and make sure they can never be reborn for all eternity!"

Seeing the old man in brocade hesitate, the white-robed man added one last sentence. "That White Fox is a Spirit Monarch. She’s not one of you."

At the same time, Bai Ke overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but say, "The Blood Spirit Pearl is a Magical Treasure made by refining the condensed blood of living people! That old man is no good person either!"

Hearing this, Taoist Yan Song stopped experimenting with the power and fine control of his Taiyi Wind and Fire. He pursed his lips and whistled, sending a violent gale of fire roaring toward the white-robed man.

But the white-robed man and the old man in brocade were too close. With a wave of his hand, the old man sent a blood-red pearl flying from his sleeve, and it landed right in the white-robed man’s palm.

The moment the pearl appeared, the thick stench of blood filled the ancestral hall. The sanguine energy within it roiled as if it still possessed a trace of life.

The white-robed man clutched the Blood Spirit Pearl and looked at Taoist Yan Song with a sinister laugh. "Old man, just you wait a moment. Once I..."

"Lightning chases thunder, Heaven and Earth are the eyes. Righteous Qi from the eight directions, flash forth as lightning!"

CRACK!

A purple light flashed, and a bolt of lightning arrived in an instant, striking the white-robed man in the blink of an eye.

The white-robed man had just used all his power to escape the fiery tornado. Not only did he look wretched, but he was also seriously injured. Struck by the Thunderbolt while completely defenseless, his entire being almost dissipated.

More importantly, his whole body convulsed violently, and the Blood Spirit Pearl in his hand was knocked from his grasp.

"Celestial Net Time Expansion! Spread across the four directions. Capture evil demons, leave no ghost a way to escape."

A single spark shot out and landed on the Blood Spirit Pearl. It instantly transformed into a net of fire that enveloped the pearl.

"Retrieve!"

With a pull of his Sword Pointing, Gu Zhao tugged the fiery net, now bound around the Blood Spirit Pearl into a sphere, back toward himself.

"No!" the white-robed man shrieked horribly.

The old man in brocade’s expression changed. He reached out and grabbed, his right arm suddenly extending seven feet to seize the fiery net that was pulling the Blood Spirit Pearl back.

HISS—

A plume of black smoke rose. The old man in brocade immediately snatched his hand back in pain. A patch of golden fur sprouted on the back of his hand before quickly receding. "What is this fire?"