[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-commanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds":3,"chapter-commanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds-commanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds-chapter-49":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Commanding the Five Thunders Across Two Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2363177,4620,"Chapter 49: Chapter Forty-Nine: Taiyi Windfire","commanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds-chapter-49",49,"\u003Cp>The white-robed man acted without a word, clearly enraged by his own oversight, yet this proved he did not recognize Gu Zhao and the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade-clad elder relaxed, smoothed his sleeves, stepped back two paces, and watched silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when he saw Daoist Yan Song puffing his lips into a whistle and summoning a gale, his eyebrow twitched as he scrutinized the group—“Not a ghost or spirit—could they be a sorcerer or a demon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blown by Daoist Yan Song carried spiritual energy, like sandpaper, grinding the ghost mist to dust and preventing it from reforming; after only two breaths, the fog inside and outside the ancestral hall cleared entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed man’s face changed as he finally spotted Bai Ke on Xiuniang’s shoulder—“You little fox?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me!” Bai Ke grinned with human-like mischief, sticking out her tongue. “Surprised? Delighted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time I didn’t capture you, and now you dare bring allies? Do you really think this can kill me?” The white-robed man glared at Bai Ke, clenching his right hand into a fist—but he could not bring himself to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!” Seeing his ghost mist ineffective against Daoist Yan Song, the white-robed man leapt forward, his ten fingers instantly sprouting black talons three feet long, slashing toward Daoist Yan Song’s face and chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though aiming for the face and chest, his eyes never left the sword at Daoist Yan Song’s waist—a long blade with a yellow-brass pommel and a hilt wrapped in blue silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Daoist Yan Song could draw his sword, the white-robed man suddenly felt a wave of heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously looking up, he saw the old man’s face had changed: now crimson as base, cheeks gilded like fire, a third eye centered on his brow—fierce and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, a torrent of flame burst from his mouth, mingled with gale-force wind, instantly surging into a blazing wave that slammed toward him head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his talons touched the wind and fire, their tips smoked black and began to warp and melt as if consumed by flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed man recoiled in shock, stumbling back—but could not evade the onrushing wind and fire, forcing him to summon his chilling ghostly qi in defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of fire is this?” the white-robed man cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had faced flame attacks before from intruders; ordinary fire could wound him, but never induced this terrifying sensation of being dissolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his technique unleash such power, Daoist Yan Song was exhilarated and delighted; hearing the white-robed man’s question, he stroked his beard with lofty composure—“Just a bit of Taiyi Fenghuo. Pardon the show.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Yan Song cultivated the Quanzhen Longmen Sect’s classic, “Direct Pointers to the Great Elixir,” and also practiced the ancient Qingcheng Daoist art, “Secret Methods of the Taiyi Fire Mansion.” Kidney water generates green wood; green wood generates wind; wind fuels fire; wind and fire emerge together—the two scriptures complemented each other flawlessly, multiplying their power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coupled with Daoist Yan Song’s fifty years of cultivation, his true qi and magic power surpassed even Gu Zhao’s newly awakened state; his breath flowed endlessly, spewing Taiyi Fenghuo without pause—even speech did not disrupt his casting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhao couldn’t fathom how Daoist Yan Song managed to speak while spewing fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing Gu Zhao’s confusion, Daoist Yan Song smirked, “Old Taoist can tap a bell while scrolling his phone—what’s hard about speaking while breathing fire?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhao retorted, “The wind’s too strong, the fire too fierce—you’ve got liver excess and heart heat. Drink more chrysanthemum tea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoist Yan Song shot him a sidelong glance. “Drink chrysanthemum tea to cool down? That’s how you solve your inner problems?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhao, “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Daoist Yan Song and Gu Zhao joked, their Taiyi Fenghuo continued unimpeded—a tornado of wind and flame encircled the white-robed man at the center of the hall, trapping him firmly; he tried breaking free several times, all in vain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade-clad elder, seeing Daoist Yan Song’s Taiyi Fenghuo merely contained the white-robed man and himself standing close to the battlefield, felt only a faint breeze and warmth—not a single ember reached him—his gaze grew even more solemn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a furious roar erupted from within the Taiyi tornado: “Break open!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghostly qi surged violently as a white shadow shattered the Taiyi Fenghuo tornado and landed beside the brocade-clad elder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the white-robed man’s appearance was now dire: his face, once pale and bluish, had turned partly black; his robes were torn, hair disheveled, his whole form ragged, his ghostly qi unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me the Blood Spirit Pearl!” the white-robed man turned to the brocade-clad elder. “I accept your terms!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade-clad elder raised an eyebrow but said nothing immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me the Blood Spirit Pearl to restore the last vestige of vitality to my Crimson Corpse!” the white-robed man snarled at Daoist Yan Song. “Once my Crimson Corpse is complete, none of you will be my match—I’ll tear you apart, devour your souls, and condemn you to eternal damnation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the brocade-clad elder hesitate, the white-robed man added one final line: “That white fox is a Spirit Lord—she’s not with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Bai Ke heard their exchange and spoke up: “The Blood Spirit Pearl is forged from the blood of living humans—this old man isn’t good either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Daoist Yan Song ceased testing his control over Taiyi Fenghuo, puffed his lips into a whistle, and unleashed a furious torrent of wind and flame toward the white-robed man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the white-robed man was now too close to the brocade-clad elder; the elder merely flicked his wrist, and a crimson pearl shot from his sleeve, landing straight into the white-robed man’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the pearl appeared, a thick stench of blood filled the hall, its blood-qi churning as if still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-robed man gripped the Blood Spirit Pearl, turned to Daoist Yan Song, and chuckled coldly: “Old man, wait a moment—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lightning follows thunder, heaven and earth as eyes. Eight directions’ righteous qi, lightning flashes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purple light flashed; lightning struck instantly, hitting the white-robed man in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the white-robed man had just expended all his strength to break free from the tornado, his form already ragged and badly wounded; with no defense, the thunder shattered him nearly to dissolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More importantly, his entire body convulsed violently, and the Blood Spirit Pearl flew from his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven’s net unfurls, spreading in all directions—capture demons, no ghost can escape.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spark flew forth, striking the Blood Spirit Pearl’s core, then instantly bloomed into a net of fire that enclosed the pearl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Recover!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhao flicked his sword finger, and the fire-net binding the Blood Spirit Pearl into a ball flew toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” the white-robed man shrieked in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brocade-clad elder’s expression changed; he lunged, his right hand elongating seven feet to seize the fire-net dragging the Blood Spirit Pearl back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ssshh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black smoke rose; the elder immediately recoiled in pain, golden fur sprouting on his palm, then swiftly receding—“What kind of fire is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1172,"2026-06-21T06:19:08.116Z",1,"Qwen3.5 397B","f05941f248a45d9cf0b8e95a4276d8a2a752d69cf37efbabfe5e869ac58f9d26","commanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds-chapter-50","commanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds-chapter-48",141,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcommanding-the-five-thunders-across-two-worlds-cover.jpg"]