Chapter 210: 210

210 "Buying a knife on credit, spirit medium?"

She locked eyes with Su Yuan and said bluntly: "Oh? Is that so? Then if you've grasped my lifeline, why am I still here holding a knife to you?"

As her words fell, the ghost-head blade in her hand flew out into the air.

The speed was such that even the snow on the ground was flung up.

Almost simultaneously, Xiang Yichu, Maomao, and Wang Dongqing behind her also moved.

But their magical implements flew in the opposite direction toward Qi Xia.

Leaving Xie Shiyu standing in place, staring at the heavenly thunderbolts falling one after another.

His intuition told him that thing was "alive."

Is it still conscious?

But he did not act rashly; he could not rely on his own luck to take risks, which would only cause trouble for Jiujiu.

He turned his head and looked toward Tushan Jiu.

At this moment, Tushan Jiu had already reached Su Yuan's side.

Su Yuan had already deflected Tushan Jiu's blade qi with his technique, holding in his hand a black banner densely covered with oracle‑script talismans.

Like the ghost-head blade, it is a magical implement passed down from ancient times by the spirit‑medium lineage—the yin soul banner.

The two families clashed in magic, clouds and winds shifted, and undercurrents surged.

Tushan Jiu's Eight Trigrams Formation reappeared beneath her feet, a golden glint flashed in her eyes, and she tossed a talisman into the air.

In an instant, storm clouds began to gather rapidly above Su Yuan's head, while Tushan Jiu's ghost‑head blade hovered before her as she formed hand seals.

"Heaven and earth have no limits, I borrow the law of Qian and Kun… With my qi, I summon the heavenly thunder—swift as the law commands!"

The Five Thunder Talisman, an essential offensive technique for magical duels.

Su Yuan raised the yin soul banner; a golden bell talisman flared up instantly, and an invisible barrier enveloped him.

"Boom boom boom!" Five heavenly thunderbolts struck down, shattering Su Yuan's Golden Bell, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Astonished, he propped himself up with the staff of the yin soul banner, his body swaying slightly.

Tushan Jiu's face also paled a bit.

Drawing down five heavenly thunderbolts at once would drain a considerable amount of anyone's qi.

Tushan Jiu never underestimates an opponent out of arrogance; therefore, against any potentially dangerous foe, she always tries to defeat them with a single move.

Because the opponent certainly wouldn't expect her to unleash her ultimate move right away—she aims to strike them by surprise.

Of course, magical duels depend on the person.

Everyone's weaknesses and personalities differ; although she couldn't calculate Su Yuan's weakness, his behavior showed he was an arrogant person.

So, what person matches what technique.

Against Su Yuan, she chose to go all out directly!

Anyway, she had only used one‑tenth of her qi; if it didn't work, she could just unleash another five bolts!

This move is called "Strike While He's Ill, Take His Life!"

The talisman was already pinched in her hand, but suddenly a voice came from behind Tushan Jiu: Xie Shiyu saying, "Jiujiu, be careful!"

Actually, Tushan Jiu had already sensed something was off.

Because the thunder from Su Yunchen's side was approaching her.

Tushan Jiu's Eight Trigrams Formation beneath her feet began to spin rapidly, the "life" gate occupying herself while the other gates expanded infinitely, and the flow of qi around her quickened.

Her defenses were ready, but Su Yunchen wasn't coming for her—he was heading for Su Yuan.

Once the tribulation begins, it does not stop.

And if someone joins midway, the Heavenly Dao will sense it and deliver a "super double."

The twentieth heavenly thunderbolt was gathering, countless bolts of electricity wandering through the clouds, aiming at their target.

Su Yunchen walked step by step toward Su Yuan.

Su Yuan's face showed fear; he lifted his gaze to the sky and staggered backward.

Tushan Jiu furrowed her brows, but soon relaxed them again.

She flipped her hand to put away the ghost‑head blade, but left the Eight Trigrams Formation beneath her feet active, simply watching the Su family father and son.

At this moment, Su Yuan's yin soul banner was soaked with his blood; he shouted with all his strength, "You unfilial son, what are you doing! Hurry back to the Heavenly Pool Mouth!"

Su Yunchen halted his steps.

Su Yuan secretly let out a breath of relief, glancing sideways at Qi Xia and Su Munan over there.

Seeing Maomao and Shang Yichu already had Qi Xia under control, while Wang Dongqing was protecting the already‑unconscious Su Munan, having sealed his acupressure points to stop the bleeding, Su Yuan turned to flee.

"As long as the green hills remain, there's no fear of lacking firewood"—this time his luck had run out; he had to preserve his own life!

But just as he turned, a hand landed on his shoulder.

As he turned his head to look, a heavenly thunderbolt fell as well.

"Ah! Un…"

Su Yuan died.

His soul and spirit scattered.

And the "god" he had created was still undergoing the thunder tribulation.

Whether it succeeded or not, he would not see it.

Now that Su Yuan is dead, but it's not yet time to relax.

Tushan Jiu and Su Yunchen locked eyes.

Suddenly, Su Yunchen's finger moved, pointing to the ground.

Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu both looked over.

It is the soul-capturing bell that controls Qi Xia.

Tushan Jiu had originally wanted to find a method from Su Mu'an's body, but now it seems unnecessary.

"Saving her is possible, but I am a blade debtor; you know the rules, and my payment is for you to lift the curse on me!" Tushan Jiu lifted her gaze to Su Yunchen and asked, "Blade debtor, spirit medium?"

Su Yunchen stirred his head, as if recalling something.

After a moment, he slowly extended his hand toward Tushan Jiu.

Tushan Jiu flipped her hand, took out a pair of scissors, and threw them to him.

Just kidding, the twenty-first heavenly thunder is gathering; she wouldn't go in to get struck by lightning—last time Lin Xiu'er said it was painful.

The scissors landed precisely in Su Yunchen's palm.

In the next second, he pointed to the bottle on the ground—the jade bottle that had just held dragon scales—indicating for Tushan Jiu to pick it up and throw it to him.

Tushan Jiu bent over, picked it up, and threw it to him.

She isn't afraid of what Su Yunchen might do, since he owes her a blade, his life and death are in her grasp.

The moment the jade bottle was in his hand, Su Yunchen curled his fingers into claws and grabbed at his own heart.

Heart's blood instantly seeped out, and he caught it with the jade bottle.

Tushan Jiu suddenly realized: the curse on her body uses the heart's blood of the Su family as a medium.

As long as the Su family members don't die, her curse will continue to exist.

No wonder the Su family vanished without a trace after cursing the Tushan family.

The jade bottle filled with heart's blood was placed on the ground, and Su Yunchen walked away.

His direction was toward Qi Xia.

Qi Xia was facing this way, as if sensing something, and her eyelashes twitched slightly.

Outside the safe zone, Su Yunchen stopped his steps.

His heart's blood was still flowing, and his vital energy had dissipated.

He couldn't withstand three heavenly thunders.

He first glanced at the unconscious Su Mu'an on the ground, then fixed his gaze on Qi Xia.

One, two...

At the moment the third heavenly thunder fell, the previously motionless Qi Xia moved.

She hurriedly walked toward Su Yunchen.

Lightning struck her body, bursting into countless sparks.

A pair of tightly embraced lovers gradually dissipated in the lightning.