From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 604 Human-Immortal Slave
Ji Chengyue bled from all seven orifices and suffered severe damage to her consciousness. Without a heaven-defying medicine, she might become mentally impaired and revert to the age of a three-year-old child.

"Fellow Daoist, you've gone too far."

The abbot of Fangzhang Mountain spoke in a deep voice. This was the first time he had addressed Li Yang as a fellow Daoist; previously, he had contemptuously referred to Li Yang as an outsider.

"Oh? Is this going too far? Why didn't you stop those three on your island who were chasing after my disciple because they were powerful immortals?"

Li Yang stood with his sword in hand, completely unconcerned about the threat in the island lord's words.

The two men were on the verge of battle, their eyes locked in a fierce confrontation in the air. They stood facing each other across thousands of meters, like two towering, majestic mountains reaching into the clouds.

In the stillness of the night, just as Jiang Huan and Feng Yun thought the two were about to start an earth-shattering battle between earth immortals, the aura of the Fangzhang Mountain Island Master's side suddenly softened. He stood with his hands behind his back, his face hidden in the night, making it impossible to see his expression.

Li Yang smiled, knowing that the other side had already given in and did not dare to fight him to the death.

"Two requests."

"First, the three of them destroyed their own cultivation of sixty years and lost an arm."

"Second, I want to browse all the ancient books and materials on the island. Your island should have a place similar to this for collecting ancient books."

Li Yang spoke calmly, but when he heard that he would have to forfeit his 60 years of cultivation and cut off his own arm, Jiang Huan, who was still lucid, changed his expression drastically. He shook the old island lord's arm, crying and pleading, "Island Lord, this outsider is all bark and no bite. I saw him disperse his cultivation three years ago. If the island lord were to take action personally, he could definitely defeat him!!"

However, the island lord didn't look at him. The long silence made Jiang Huan realize something, and his face instantly turned pale.
"The second condition is acceptable, but the first one..."

The island lord pondered for a moment, then beckoned back, signaling Feng Yun to step in front of Li Yang.

“Cheng Yue has already had his soul searched by you, and his soul and consciousness have been severely damaged, which is more serious than his cultivation of sixty years and the loss of an arm.”

"As for the rest, let Feng Yun take the punishment on his behalf."

Dressed in coarse cloth, Feng Yun walked like a silent statue to a point a hundred meters ahead of Li Yang. He remained expressionless when he heard that Li Yang would take the punishment in his place, as if it were a perfectly reasonable thing to do.
Before Li Yang could refuse, Feng Yun silently struck his dantian with a palm. Like the sound of a deflated ball, Feng Yun immediately let out a muffled groan, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his breath rapidly declined.

Then, Feng Yun looked at his hands, seemingly deep in thought, but Jiang Huan behind him was already growing impatient.
"As a slave, what are you still hesitating for? It is your honor to share your master's burdens! I'm telling you to cut it, so cut it!"

Jiang Huan was agitated, fearing that Li Yang would disagree. He held the broken blade that had been severed by the Nanming Sword in his hand, and with a powerful slash, he separated Feng Yun's two arms from their flesh and bones.

Both arms fell from the air. The intense pain and blood loss made Feng Yun pale, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and he could no longer stand steadily.

"can."

Li Yang looked at Feng Yun, who had lost an arm, with a complicated expression.

War slaves—only on this island, isolated from the world since ancient times, could such beings still exist. Li Yang, who grew up in modern society, was seeing such slaves who had almost no dignity or human rights for the first time.

Feng Yun's eyes were jet black, without a trace of light, not even the bright moonlight could penetrate them.

Feng Yun is an extremely powerful immortal, and theoretically, his arm is far more precious than Jiang Huan's.

"All the scriptures and texts on the island will be delivered to you in three hours."

“Fellow Daoist, we have already fulfilled all your requests. If you continue to press us, Fangzhang Mountain, with its endless history, is not without means to deal with a dying Earth Immortal.”

"The abbot of the mountain island said coldly, his aura rising again as he spoke."

Li Yang did not answer. He looked down at Feng Yun, who had lost both arms, put away the Nanming Sword and the Zhuyin Sword that he had seized, and gracefully landed on the mountaintop, where he sat cross-legged.

Seeing Li Yang's tacit approval, the island lord's stagnant aura immediately eased. He snorted coldly and turned back to the floating Dao Palace in the center of the island.

Feng Yun was pale. He stopped the bleeding from his arms and went down to the ground to look for his severed arms.

Jiang Huan, carrying the pitifully injured Ji Chengyue, followed the island lord into the hall, unable to help but complain.
"Island Master, this Li Yang isn't as terrifying as he seems. He already dispersed his cultivation three years ago. If you were to take action, you could definitely kill this fiend..."

"Are you questioning why I didn't just take him down?"

The island lord, dressed in a purple Taoist robe, sat upright on the altar, interrupting Jiang Huan's words. His eyes narrowed, like a lion that had been provoked.

"Disciples don't dare."

Jiang Huan shivered and quickly lowered his head.

On this island, the island's ruler is an absolute god, and no one can disobey or question him. This is an ironclad rule that has been learned from the lives of countless people on the island over thousands of years.

"Hmph!" Seeing Jiang Huan lower his head, the island lord coldly turned his head and closed his eyes to meditate.

"Killing him is easy, but the price I would pay for killing him is not what I want to see."

“He is a dying man. No matter what we do, he won’t live much longer. During his time on the island, you should not provoke him. Leave the handover to Feng Yun.”

Just then, Feng Yun, pale-faced, walked into the Dao Hall. With the physical cultivation of an Extreme Dao Immortal, his arm was only severed and not seriously injured. After finding his arm, Feng Yun reattached it on the spot. At this time, the wound had temporarily stuck together, but it looked extremely strange.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the island lord's arrangements for him, Feng Yun knelt down to accept the decree, then stood up and stood silently to the side.

“Cheng Yue is a girl who speaks without thinking. I’ve spoiled her too much. It’s a good thing she’s suffered this time. Jiang Huan, take her to the Medicine Hall to rest and recuperate properly. Don’t cause any more trouble.”

The island lord spoke calmly. Jiang Huan struggled with his expression. Although he was very unwilling, he could only nod in agreement in the end. He then took Ji Chengyue, who was already foaming at the mouth, and soared into the sky, heading towards the Medicine Hall.
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The three hours mentioned by the island master of Fangzhang Mountain are equivalent to six hours in modern society.

Li Yang sat cross-legged on a mountaintop, quietly circulating the "Ultimate Path Treasure Mirror".

To Li Yang's surprise, perhaps because it was close to the center of the island, the spiritual energy on the mountain was incredibly rich. The mountain mist rising from the mountain was like a tide of spiritual energy, and even the mountain streams and springs contained abundant spiritual energy. Long-term consumption of this spiritual energy was no less effective than Baiyun Li.

Nourished by this environment, every plant on this mountain would be considered a miraculous medicine in the outside world, and some of the strangely shaped plants were even unnamed by Li Yang.

The beasts and birds in the mountains were also exceptionally intelligent. Sensing the root of Li Yang's power, they affectionately circled around him. There was even a small beast that looked very much like the Qilin in Taoist legend, lying beside Li Yang and licking its scale-like fur.

With this assistance, Li Yang's "Ultimate Dao Treasure Mirror" was operating at an unprecedented speed, taking almost as long as Li Yang's peak period as a Human Immortal to complete one full cycle.

With a slight thought, Li Yang's ink-wash style system interface slowly unfolded before him. [Extreme Dao Treasure Mirror: Tier 4 (6.78/360), Unlocked Status: Five Thunder Technique (2/5), Sword Control Technique (6/9), Jumang Dharma Body, Houtu Dharma Body, Earthly Fiend Divine Power, Heavenly Divine Wheel (1/36)]

[The essence of the Enlightenment Meditation: Level 3 (48.92/72), unlocked status: ? ? Primordial Spirit (not unlocked), Azure Mist Golden Light Mantra]

[Yinshan Six Arts: Tier 3 (12.9/20), Awakened State: Bewitching, Breaking Through, Soul Exorcising, Wealth Attraction]

[Ink Talisman Book: Tier 2 (4.8/5), Unlocked Status: Talisman Core Dao Heart 2.0]

[Yin Yang Array Technique: Tier 2 (4.6/5), Unlocked Status: Ziwei Star Technique 2.0]

[Divination and fortune telling: Level 2 (1.09w/5w), unlocked status: Zi Ping Destiny Analysis 2.0]

All the data remains unchanged from when Li Yang practiced Taoism three years ago; there has been no change whatsoever.
Compared to three years ago, the entire system interface seems to be stuck, with garbled characters appearing from time to time, and there is even a crack running through the entire system interface, which looks alarming.

"Could the system also be a part of my past self? Has it already vanished? Or is it a bug caused by my resurrection after my death?"

Li Yang murmured to himself, a thousand thoughts churning within him.

Because he had discovered that since his resurrection, the system's experience bar had not increased at all after he activated the "Ultimate Path Treasure Mirror," and it was completely stuck.

"Does this mean I have to cultivate back to the Earth Immortal realm before the system can function again?"

"I died and was reborn, rising from the ashes. Is the system also going through this process? When the system runs and restarts again, will it bring me a different kind of surprise?"

Li Yang harbored expectations and fantasies about the future.

Although his cultivation level dropped drastically during his resurrection from the brink of annihilation, his Dao foundation was like a sponge that had been forged into refined iron through countless trials. Not only was his immortal potential, which had been exhausted in the process of resisting the nine Earth Immortals of the Ultimate Realm, fully restored, it was even more terrifying.

By focusing inward on the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows, within the shattered sea of ​​consciousness, the illusory figure of the white-robed Yang God sat with eyes closed in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness. The sea of ​​consciousness, which had originally been filled with various strange phenomena, had dried up, and the mysterious substance had completely drained away.
However, Li Yang was not disappointed; on the contrary, he was somewhat excited and expectant, because he could sense that the primordial spirit sitting in his sea of ​​consciousness was clearly brewing something.

It was a point of brilliant golden light, rising and falling between the brows of the Yang God, nurturing and dormant, which would one day break free and become a great achievement.

Li Yang had an epiphany. His recent Nirvana seemed to coincide with the next stage of Yang Shen's cultivation. The question mark "? ? Yuan Shen" that had been displayed in the "Wuzhen Guanyao Zhiyi" might be related to this golden light.

"Time waits for no one. I hope I can become strong as soon as possible and create miracles again!"

Li Yang murmured, this was his most authentic inner reflection at the moment, there were still too many people and too many things waiting for him in this world.

The spiritual energy on Fangzhang Mountain is abundant, which is worthy of its great reputation as a fairy mountain by the sea and the source of the Dharma lineage. Li Yang only meditated on the top of the mountain for six hours, but he felt that it was equivalent to three days of hard work on Baiyun Mountain.

And such mountains are everywhere on this island.

For three hours, no one disturbed Li Yang. When Li Yang took a deep breath and opened his eyes, the sun was rising. Looking into the distance, a golden wheel was leaping up from the waves at the end of the boundless blue sea, illuminating the entire sea and islands in a golden light.

"Being able to see the sun and the sea means that Fangzhang Mountain is actually located on Blue Star. I wonder what kind of formation can hide such a huge island, making it difficult for outsiders to find it."

Li Yang murmured to himself, admiring the scene. At that moment, Feng Yun, whose arms were bandaged, flew down from the sky and landed on the mountaintop.

“All the scriptures and books on the island have been compiled... but those are extremely precious, and the island lord forbids me from taking them out of the Ming Tower, so I've come to take you to the Ming Tower... to examine the scriptures and books.”

Feng Yun rarely spoke on the island, so when he suddenly uttered such a long sentence, he inevitably stumbled a bit. After finishing, he looked at Li Yang as if he had heard something.

The fact that a supreme immortal could have such a lowly status on the island, even being treated as a slave, is full of intrigue and complexities, but Li Yang wasn't interested in that at the moment.

"lead the way."

"it is good."

Feng Yun nodded, then turned around and looked Li Yang up and down. Seeing that there was nothing there, he noticed the storage ring on Li Yang's finger and a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He was searching for the Zhuyin Sword and trying to find a way to retrieve it.

"But it seems that even if this outsider carries the sword on his back, I probably still won't be able to take it back."

Recalling the island lord's wary expression yesterday, Feng Yun thought with some disappointment, then got up and flew with Li Yang to the southeast of the island.

There were no ambushes along the way. The destination was a tall white tower built on the beach, with nine stories, but each story was sealed with copper doors, and all the gaps were filled with molten copper.

"I cannot enter because of my status. All the scriptures and texts on the island since its founding are inside. Please."

After Feng Yun finished speaking, he stood silently outside the tower, like a sculpture that had lost all emotion and pain.

Li Yang cautiously opened the bronze door with a single finger, observed it for a long time, and then carefully entered the tower.

To Li Yang's surprise, the island master of Fangzhang Mountain did not set up any ambush or backup plan, as if he really wanted to get rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

"To live to old age is to be a thief; to live too long and prolong one's lifespan is not necessarily a good thing."

Li Yang sneered and began to examine the layout of the tower.

The tower has nine levels, and each level is filled with jade slips on specially made suspended shelves, which are classified and named in ancient script.

Jade slips, an extremely ancient medium for preserving information, comprise thousands of such shelves on each shelf, with over one hundred thousand jade slips in total.
This Ming Pagoda seems to have been unvisited for a long time; the ground is covered with dust, and the jade slips inscribed with scriptures have turned yellow.

It's unrealistic to read through such a vast number of scriptures. Starting from the first level, Li Yang didn't move his hands. After finding the jade slip containing the target keyword, he directly manipulated the jade slip to unfold it in front of him and read its contents.

Li Yang was incredibly fast. With his current cultivation level, he could memorize all the information on a bundle of jade slips with just a glance. In an instant, the jade slips flew around in the white tower that had not been opened for thousands of years, and dust billowed everywhere.

Feng Yun stood outside the tower like a sculpture, enduring the sun and wind. He waited for three whole days before a somewhat tired Li Yang finally emerged from the tower.

Although exhausted, Li Yang's face showed more of an irrepressible joy.

He finally found what he needed!

(End of this chapter)