From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 639 The Southern Red Emperor Divine Thunder
Thick, leaden-like dark clouds enveloped the entire city of Jianruo, making it pitch black and resembling the end of the world.

The illusory portal closed, and Li Yang, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, stood in the sky above the Dali Imperial Palace, looking at Bai Yingluo, who was tied up and barely breathing, and the Dali royal family on the ground. His expression turned cold.

"Imperial Advisor, what do you mean by this?"

“Fellow Daoist Moro, I see that your father and sister seem to have a lot of grievances against me. I’m worried that they might do something foolish in the heat of the moment, so I’m just keeping them under control for you.”

When Zhang Hengming saw Li Yang finally appear, his face was beaming with joy.

"So, I should thank the Imperial Advisor?"

"That's your problem. Enough with the nonsense. According to our previous agreement, have you found the following scripture?"

Zhang Hengming, now ruthless and no longer concealing his true intentions, his face turned cold, and he suddenly appeared in front of Li Yang, demanding the scriptures.

To his surprise, Li Yang retreated rapidly as Zhang Hengming approached.

"I have found that scripture, and I have destroyed the books that recorded it. Now I am the only one in the world who knows that scripture!"

"Imperial Advisor, we need to talk."

Li Yang cautiously maintained a distance of 500 meters from Zhang Hengming, his expression calm and composed.

"How do I know if what you say is true or false? I need to verify the contents of the scriptures!"

Zhang Hengming narrowed his eyes into slits as he stared coldly at Li Yang.

"If you want to verify the scriptures, then I'll show them to you."

Li Yang chuckled lightly, then suddenly waved his hand, and a fiery phantom of the Vermilion Bird soared in his palm, carrying an unstoppable domineering and terrifying destructive power, as if it were about to spread its wings and fight against the nine heavens.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird was only the size of a palm, but the moment it materialized in Li Yang's palm, the entire pitch-black Jianruo City suddenly lit up, like a blazing little sun held in Li Yang's palm.

"This divine aura is also mysterious... There's no mistake!! That scripture, it really is that scripture!!!"

Zhang Hengming's eyes widened instantly, filled with greed and madness. He subconsciously wanted to take a step forward and reach out to sense the wonder in Li Yang's palm.

However, Li Yang only demonstrated his abilities for a few seconds. By the time Zhang Hengming came to his senses, Li Yang had already dispelled his supernatural powers and was smiling at him.

"Moro, don't trust him! Even if you give him the things, he won't let us go! Take the scriptures and run! Run!!!"

Just then, Bai Yingluo, who was bound on the ground, suddenly went mad and screamed, her voice a mixture of grief and sobbing.
But before she could finish speaking, the guards on the side rudely stepped forward and slapped her several times. Bai Yingluo's fair face instantly swelled up, and all that could be heard from her mouth were indistinct sobs.

The Taoist soldiers still wanted to act violently, but Li Yang's face turned cold. He flicked his finger downwards, and the leading Taoist soldier was brutally shoved into the ground before he could even scream.

The ground was hard; when the pressure was applied halfway, the soldier's entire body was already crushed into a bloody mess.

Zhang Hengming's expression changed slightly, but he did not express his opinion. As far as he was concerned, he could easily train a batch of such disciples, and it wouldn't matter how many died.

Quickly regaining his composure after seeing the phantom of the Vermilion Bird, Zhang Hengming smiled and squinted at Li Yang, extending his large, fan-like hand.

"This immortal lord is a man of his word, and he will never deceive you juniors. Bai Moluo, quickly give me the scripture, and I will naturally let you and Da Li go, and immediately go far away to cultivate in seclusion. I will never ask about your affairs again."

Just as he was about to approach, Li Yang retreated again and again, merely smiling at Zhang Hengming, showing no intention of handing over the scriptures.
Zhang Hengming's expression immediately turned cold: "Bai Moluo, I advise you not to make a mistake! Do you know what will happen to you and Dali if I turn around and report your whereabouts to the Nine Sects right now?!"

Li Yang shook his head, his face still calm and composed: "Grand Preceptor, you don't need to threaten me. You and I both know the great karmic consequences of this scripture. If it gets to the Nine Sects, you, a mere Earth Immortal, would not necessarily fare any better than me if you tried to embezzle such a scripture."

Zhang Hengming froze in mid-air, his face ashen, his features contorted in pain: "Bai Moluo, do you want to fight me to the death?"

"No, I just want to ask the Immortal Lord to keep his promise. I can give you the scriptures, but you must promise never to set foot in the Great Li territory again, and you must swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao that you will not reveal anything about me to the outside world."

"If you can do it, I will give you the scriptures. If you can't, even if it means mutual destruction, I will fight the Immortal Lord."

As he spoke, Li Yang raised his right hand, and the phantom of the Vermilion Bird reappeared in his hand. He quietly looked at Zhang Hengming, waiting for the result.

Zhang Hengming stopped in his tracks, seemingly pondering Li Yang's words. His brows were furrowed almost together on his fleshy face, as if he were hesitating and struggling.

“Alright!” Zhang Hengming raised his head and looked intently at Li Yang: “But you need to give me the scriptures first. If I think there are no errors, then I will swear to leave.”

"Since the Immortal Lord can keep his promise, then let's give the Immortal Lord the first half first."

Li Yang smiled faintly, and with a flick of his finger, a fiery divine bird, the Vermilion Bird, flew out from his palm and was caught steadily by Zhang Hengming.

Zhang Hengming was overjoyed to have found such a treasure. Looking at the divine bird Vermilion Bird in his palm, his long-cherished wish had been fulfilled, and at this moment, he could no longer see anything else.

Taking advantage of Zhang Hengming's distraction, Li Yang plummeted down, landing where Bai Yingluo, the members of the Dali royal family, and other nobles were bound.

The dozen or so ruthless soldiers guarding him were on guard against Li Yang, armed with spears and swords. However, the horrific sight of their comrade who had just been pinned to the ground was still fresh in their minds. For a moment, they looked at each other, but dared not step forward.

Li Yang waved his hands, and a blazing gale swept towards the wandering Taoist soldiers in the palace. Wherever it went, many Taoist soldiers were swept up and turned into blood mist.

Li Yang had absolutely no liking for these accomplices.

"Brother, run! Run!"

"That evil Taoist Zhang Hengming won't keep his promise. He won't let Dali and you go. Only if you survive will we have a chance to live!"

Bai Yingluo saw things very clearly. After Li Yang untied her ropes, she hurriedly grabbed Li Yang's right hand, crying and urging him to escape quickly.

"Yes, Moro, the evil Taoist... the evil Taoist won't let us go. You hurry up and leave, take your sister Wang, and go to a place where no one can find you. Don't even think about avenging us!" Bai Yan, the emperor of Dali, who had also not eaten or drunk anything for three days, was urging Li Yang as well. Compared to three months ago, the emperor was now barely breathing, with white hair on his head, looking as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and he had no energy left at all.

The ordeal of these three days left the Great Li Emperor feeling utterly humiliated and defeated. At this moment, he was filled with despair and only wanted to ensure the safety of his child.

"It's alright, I know."

Li Yang smiled and spoke, then gently pushed Bai Yingluo's hands away as a gesture of reassurance.

"There will be a fierce battle later. All of you stay in this circle and don't come out."

As he spoke, Li Yang stood up and summoned a set of fiery red circular iron pieces from his storage ring. They looked like fragments of some kind of treasure. With a flick of his sleeve, the set of circular iron pieces scattered around Bai Yingluo and the other nobles of Dali, forming a hemispherical magic array.

These are fragments of the Sun Essence Wheel. During the battle in the Strait of Occupation of the Blue Star, the Sun Essence Wheel was shattered by the Buddha, and Chi Yanhong perished. Li Yang collected its fragments bit by bit, and they still possess some divine power, making them perfect for protecting these mortals.

"Although you have done a very poor job and many of your actions and measures displease me, the Great Li needs you right now. If you die, many, many people in the entire Great Li will die."

Li Yang looked around at the group of princes and ministers at the pinnacle of power in Dali.

"Live well, and the world will change."

Having said that, Li Yang immediately rose gracefully and flew into the sky.

"Brother, what are you going to do? No!!"

Bai Yinglu was the first to realize Li Yang's intentions. Shocked, she stood up and shouted, crying as she tried to stop him.

"Brother Wang, you've gone mad! That's an Earth Immortal! You're no match for him! Come back now, don't do anything foolish!!"

Bai Yingluo felt a chill run down her spine and cried out in despair. She stood up and tried to chase after them, but she was trapped in the fragments of the Sun Essence Wheel and could not escape no matter what she did.

In the distance, Li Yang smiled slightly and spoke softly.

“I have been worshipped by your Great Li for a long time. This time, I will kill this great scourge for you.”

"And incidentally, I'll also repay Bai Moro's karma." Li Yang murmured to himself, his body rising higher and higher until he was high in the sky.

There, Zhang Hengming had been waiting for a long time, looking at Li Yang with a half-smile.

"Bai Moro, why bother with all this? I will never go back on my promise."

“Give me the second half of the scripture, and I will leave Dali immediately and never set foot on Dali’s territory again.”

After saying that, Zhang Hengming smiled and approached Li Yang.

"If you want it, come and take it."

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird reappeared in Li Yang's palm. Zhang Hengming no longer concealed his intentions; his obese body suddenly accelerated, and he grabbed at Li Yang with his palm.
Li Yang dodged to the side, his figure retreating hundreds of meters in a flash. Zhang Hengming followed closely behind, a sinister grin on his face.
"Bai Moro, you're right. Even if you give me the scriptures, I won't let you and Dali go!"

"Cultivating this method requires a large amount of cultivation resources. Without the support of the spirit stones of the Great Li, when will I be able to master this method?"

"And you, there's definitely something strange about you. Who knows, you might also be a stroke of good fortune for this immortal lord!!"

Zhang Hengming completely revealed his true colors, and struck Li Yang with a palm. The terrifying high temperature seemed to be able to melt gold and refine stone. Before he even got close, Li Yang felt a burning pain in his body.

"A mere mortal immortal dares to fight this immortal lord to the death! Bai Moluo, this immortal lord will teach you one last thing: the strong prey on the weak. The difference in strength between us is beyond your imagination!!"

Zhang Hengming laughed wildly, displaying an air of complete control over Li Yang, which filled Bai Yingluo, who was protected by the fragments of the Sun Essence Wheel, and the ministers of the Great Li Dynasty with despair.
"White Moro? The one up there, is he actually the deceased prince?"

"When did the Crown Prince acquire such supernatural powers? It's simply unbelievable!"

"It's a pity that the Crown Prince is too young and no match for this evil Taoist. Today, I'm afraid our Great Li is doomed."

The assembled officials below were shocked and plunged into endless despair. Although they did not cultivate, they knew the difference between cultivation realms. Human Immortal and Earth Immortal, although only one word apart, were worlds apart in strength. In their understanding, there was absolutely no possibility of victory.

"Earth Immortals? It's not like I haven't killed them before."

However, soon, a faint voice rang out from between heaven and earth, utterly ordinary, yet carrying an undeniable confidence.

Ode!
Li Yang held an ancient sword woven with blue and red, its flames illuminating the surroundings. With a single swing, he cleaved the scorching heatwave in two. Then, with a horizontal slash, dazzling light and soaring sword intent hurtled directly towards Zhang Hengming.
"Your fire magic is quite good, then I'll use fire magic to break your fire magic!!"

The sword in his hand was the Nanming Sword, which had evolved from absorbing all the alchemy tools of the Bai family's ancestral land. At this moment, it had completely lost its previous clear blue appearance and looked like a small sun held in Li Yang's hand. The sword energy seemed to be scorching and tearing apart the space itself.

Zhang Hengming's expression immediately turned solemn. Realizing the power of this sword strike, he dared not underestimate its force. Shocked, he quickly summoned a golden shield to block it in front of him.
The sword energy collided with the golden shield, producing a series of explosions accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound. Both of them were then violently forced back hundreds of meters.

Stopping in his tracks, Zhang Hengming looked at the faint sword mark on his shield. At first, he felt a pang of heartache, but then his heart was consumed by greed.
"You little bastard, you really do have a secret! You actually possess such a supreme immortal artifact!"

Zhang Hengming immediately recognized the value of the Nanming Sword in Li Yang's hand. In the Realm of Ultimate Truth, almost all magical treasures and immortal swords were possessed by the Nine Sects. What ended up in the hands of rogue cultivators were just some worthless items. Even though Zhang Hengming was a thousand-year-old Earth Immortal, the only magical treasure he could bring out was the shield in his hand.

The immortal sword in Li Yang's hand is definitely much stronger than his shield; in fact, even the Dao Sons of the Nine Sects might not possess it!
At this moment, Zhang Hengming's greed was amplified infinitely. He realized that the Nanming Sword should be a fire-attribute immortal sword, which was perfectly compatible with him. If he could seize it, his combat power would definitely skyrocket, and with the fire-attribute root technique he obtained...

A thousand years from now, I, Zhang Hengming, may very well be able to establish the tenth sect!
Driven by turmoil, Zhang Hengming's attacks became increasingly ruthless. Although he lacked any powerful magical artifacts, his bare hands flashed with runes with each swing, carrying the power to scorch mountains and boil seas. Each strike caused Li Yang's skin to sting.
Although Zhang Hengming's magic weapons were subpar, as a rogue cultivator who had reached the Earth Immortal realm, he possessed incredibly rich combat experience. He directly engaged Li Yang at close range, unleashing several palm strikes, and even directly struck the blade of the Nanming Sword, attempting to vibrate it and disarm Li Yang.
Even if Li Yang was incredibly powerful, he was still only a Human Immortal. Furthermore, he couldn't use his Clear Primordial Spirit or the Law of Heaven and Earth, so he was temporarily at a disadvantage.
"You really think you can take advantage of my weak physical body?!"

Li Yang wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, swept his sword horizontally, and forced a distance between himself and Zhang Hengming.

"Five Thunder Body, activate!"

Li Yang roared, his black hair instantly turning white, ionizing and floating into the air. The three strands of lightning energy—metal, earth, and wood—that had been dormant for far too long swirled around his body, making him appear like a thunder god reborn, his majestic and inviolable divine power unmatched.
Moreover, this time, in addition to the golden, yellow, and blue lightning energy, there was also an even more violent and domineering red lightning energy swirling around him.
This is the fourth of the Five Elements Thunder Qi, the Southern Crimson Emperor Divine Thunder!
(End of this chapter)