Qin Chuan was well aware that the Tiger Clan man wasn't dead, but he was doomed. This was the first time Qin Chuan had truly pushed
the power of the world's forces to its limits. He had truly felt the power and subtlety of the world's forces, and his application of them had become much more familiar.
The world's forces were about striking after the fact, like boiling a frog in warm water. With time, everything would become irreversible. Given enough time and more moves, Qin Chuan could practically annihilate gods and immortals.
The Tiger Clan man, barely breathing, stared at Qin Chuan in disbelief, his eyes blank. He knew his life was about to end.
He struggled to pull out his sword and tossed it to Qin Chuan: "Give them a way out, and they won't cause you any more trouble, sir."
Qin Chuan caught the sword, nodded, and then turned to Ren Jun and Long Yuanchong without saying a word.
As for whether the rest of the Tiger Clan would come looking for trouble, Qin Chuan didn't care. If they were blind, he wouldn't mind stretching his body.
The Tiger Clan man had gone this far; he would naturally tell the rest of the Tiger Clan what to do. Qin Chuan was certain of that.
So, unless the Tiger family members are foolish, they won't bother Qin Chuan again. Besides, Qin Chuan doesn't take the Tiger family seriously, even if they're powerful.
However, a discussion around him caught Qin Chuan's attention: the White Tiger True Monarch. He overheard the conversation.
This White Tiger True Monarch is a member of the Tiger family, but several generations removed from the current Tiger family. He left the Tiger family hundreds of years ago and is incredibly powerful. Given the current situation with the Tiger family, Qin Chuan doesn't know if the White Tiger True Monarch will appear.
The probability is very small, but sometimes it's necessary to consider it. Often, it's because people think it's impossible that they end up failing.
Qin Chuan didn't use that good sword, even though it could almost fuse with a sword spirit. He still preferred his Forging God Sword Hammer.
Without that good sword, which he had put away, the Forging God Sword Hammer had a significant advantage.
So, Qin Chuan used the Forging God Sword Hammer to communicate with the sword spirit. Initially met with resistance, Qin Chuan wasn't worried. He knew the sword spirit was also searching for the old sword.
As long as Qin Chuan didn't bring out that superior sword, he believed the sword spirit would choose another suitable weapon. At this point, Qin Chuan worried that another weapon better than his Forged Divine Sword Hammer might appear.
Whether it was Qin Chuan's powerful methods, his previous actions intimidating the others, or their swords truly inferior to Qin Chuan's, Ren Jun and Long Yuanchong chose to give up, refusing to bring out their superior swords to try and communicate.
They could see that Qin Chuan liked the sword spirit, and now they were almost certain the sword spirit wouldn't escape, so they gave up.
If Qin Chuan couldn't have it, then, adhering to the principle of keeping the good stuff within the family, they would try their luck with their own swords.
Qin Chuan continuously communicated, guided, and even exchanged ideas with the sword spirit. The communication was simple, but Qin Chuan kept emphasizing his weapon with his mind, saying that although it wasn't as good as that sword now, it would definitely be a hundred times stronger in the future.
Qin Chuan didn't know if the sword spirit could sense this, and in the end, perhaps choosing the best among the worst, it ultimately chose Qin Chuan.
Although he knew his chances of being chosen were high, Qin Chuan was still incredibly happy and surprised after being selected. It felt like winning the lottery, or even the grand prize! Although there was a suspicion of cheating beforehand, it didn't diminish his joy.
The fusion was simple and uneventful; it was the fusion of the sword soul and the sword, imperceptible to outsiders.
However, Qin Chuan sensed it. The sword soul was making considerable noise within the Forging God Hammer, which could be considered the sword soul's dwelling place, even its eternal abode.
The fusion process was like the sword soul creating a world within the Forging God Hammer, building its own palace.
This project was immense for the sword soul and required time. The sword soul would gradually expand and slowly merge within it—this was the fusion.
Once the fusion was successful, the Forging God Hammer would undergo a complete transformation, a qualitative leap, a qualitative change.
The fusion process takes time and involves a process. It won't delay its use because fusion is an internal change; external changes won't affect the internal components. Although the fusion has only just begun, the Forged God Sword Hammer has already undergone significant changes compared to before.
Its power will see a huge boost, and unimaginable changes will occur in the future. Qin Chuan knows the Forged God Sword Hammer best; it's a true divine weapon, just needing time to slowly transform.
He was happy to have the sword soul, giving him a weapon he could use permanently.
Actually, the Forged God Sword Hammer had been somewhat outdated before, in a state where it was a pity not to use it, but using it didn't offer much benefit.
But now it's different; he can use it immediately, and its future power is unimaginable. After all, the Forged God Sword Hammer already had great potential, and now with the sword soul, that potential is immeasurable.
"Congratulations, brother!" Renjun said happily.
Although Qin Chuan and Renjun hadn't known each other for long, they got along very well.
The ruler trusted Qin Chuan completely, having saved him twice. Even if Qin Chuan wanted his life, he wouldn't hesitate. Therefore, he trusted Qin Chuan completely.
Trust is the most important thing between people; whether trusting someone or being trusted, it can quickly create a harmonious relationship.
Compared to the ruler, Long Yuanchong couldn't achieve this. Perhaps due to past events, or perhaps intuition, Qin Chuan couldn't fully trust Long Yuanchong.
Even with Long Yuanchong sharing half of the insect-repelling water, Qin Chuan still couldn't fully trust him.
But unlike Qin Chuan, Long Yuanchong saw things clearly. Qin Chuan's character hadn't changed; he had always been this way. Therefore, Long Yuanchong now completely trusted his senior brother.
"By the way, brother, do you know about the White Tiger True Monarch?" Qin Chuan asked curiously, remembering what he had heard before.
Renjun smiled and said, "Brother, even if you didn't ask, I would still tell you. I've had contact with True Lord White Tiger, but due to special circumstances, we are enemies."
Qin Chuan didn't speak, but listened attentively.
"True Lord White Tiger is very powerful. I had contact with him a long time ago, at least a hundred years ago. Back then, I was no match for him. Of course, I'm probably even less of a match for him now. He's bloodthirsty, has a strong desire to kill, and walks the path of slaughter. He's also very protective of his own. This incident with the Tiger family isn't a big deal, but the men of the Tiger family are direct descendants of True Lord White Tiger. If you kill him, you can't ignore True Lord White Tiger."