Chapter 11 The Wrath of Thunder: The Red Line Must Not Be Crossed...
Leizhen Valley is a strategically important place with many mountains and narrow passes. Dark clouds swirl around it, and thunder rumbles from the sky all year round.
Unlike the vast wilderness, Thunder Valley, despite its harsh geographical environment, is home to countless spiritual veins and mineral resources, making it an essential place for weapon cultivators to hone their skills.
However, the harsh environment made the cultivators in Leizhen Valley impatient and their behavior arrogant.
"Halt! Who are you, you scoundrels? Did we let you into the valley?"
Sure enough, someone jumped up and down after only two steps.
"You're so unruly. Behave yourself and go to the Thunder Prison."
The man in purple spoke forcefully, even attempting to shove the unfortunate fellow he had caught, regardless of his background. He exuded an inexplicable confidence that no matter how strong the man was, he wouldn't dare to resist him.
Chang Yu and Bai were the unluckiest guys.
The two had barely entered Thunder Valley when the purple-clad man next to them pointed at their noses and yelled that they would be thrown into the Thunder Prison to reflect on their mistakes, and would only be released if they behaved well.
What a joke! What kind of place is Thunder Prison? It's an eighteen-story underground prison in Thunder Valley, also known as Thunder Purgatory. There are countless divine thunderbolts that reach the earth. Anyone who goes in will be skinned alive.
Li Qingyun hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet, thinking that these were just cannon fodder that randomly appeared like in the wasteland, waiting for Chang Yubai to sweep them away with a single sword strike.
But Chang Yubai hesitated to take action.
She even obediently followed the man in purple for a few steps.
Li Qingyun: ? ? ?
Is he insane, or is Chang Yubai insane?
"Tch, you've got some sense. I'll reward you with a beating first." The man in purple sneered, swinging his shackles as he led the way.
Chang Yubai frowned, reluctantly enduring the pain.
I don't know if being knowledgeable and well-informed is a good thing or a bad thing.
Chang Yubai glanced at the familiar outfit of the man in purple, shook his head repeatedly, and slapped Li Qingyun's hand, which seemed to be urging him on.
It's not that he didn't want to fight, it's that he simply had no way to fight.
The man in purple was wearing the school uniform of the Liaowang Sect, the number one sect in Leizhen Valley.
Chang Yubai generally avoids attacking cannon fodder with powerful backers, fearing that attacking the younger ones will bring in the older ones, creating an endless cycle for him.
Moreover... such an important place as the Thunder Prison is not meant to be used to imprison people casually.
This man in purple is so arrogant; he must have orders from above to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free. To start a conflict at this point is tantamount to facing the final boss head-on—courting death.
Li Qingyun: I'm furious!
He's going to be locked up in jail!
He had heard of the Thunder Purgatory's infamous reputation even across two great domains. This was no small matter; going in would truly leave you battered and bruised!
This guy just said he'd protect me, but now he doesn't care if I live or die!
"Hey, you're all curled up like a lump of coal, with skinny arms and legs. You'd fall apart if the wind blew you away. Open your eyes wide and take a good look, or you might get struck in two by lightning after taking two steps."
The man in purple kept an eye on the little one next to Chang Yubai. Seeing the child terrified, he felt immense satisfaction and his sarcasm became increasingly harsh.
Chang Yubai's face fell.
The man in purple continued his tirade, his sharp words aimed directly at Li Qingyun: "See the lightning rolling in the clouds? It'll strike you so hard you won't even be left with ashes! It's better to be struck dead by heavenly lightning sooner rather than later with this piece of trash who can't even protect himself, saving the air of my Thunder Valley. Oh~ Look at what I'm saying, you little piece of trash probably won't even make it into the Thunder Prison before turning to dust, you don't even have the right to be struck dead by heavenly lightning!"
After saying that, he burst into laughter.
Chang Yu's face had turned ashen: "Hey!"
"Watch your mouth."
The man in purple found it amusing, but after laughing, his expression turned fierce: "Did I say anything to you? What are you trying to show off for?"
"Is it impressive to argue with a child?" Chang Yubai replied calmly, "One should be forgiving when possible."
But in an instant, it ignited the purple-clad man's anger.
"What if I refuse to let you off the hook!"
Isn't that simple?
Chang Yubai punched him directly.
Li Qingyun: ? ? ?
Before Xiaoyun could react to what was happening, she was lifted into the air again and was carried away by Chang Yubai.
Starting with zero frames, it's clear they're very skilled at escaping.
"Aaaaaah—" The man in purple covered his swollen cheek and yelled angrily.
"Senior Sister! I've spotted suspicious individuals. These two are up to no good and must be accomplices in helping Li Langjun escape! Arrest them immediately!"
The man in purple squeezed the megaphone, and his roar echoed for miles around.
Even Li Qingyun now realized that the problem was serious.
"Senior sister? What senior sister? Could it be..." Before Li Qingyun could finish her worried words, Chang Yubai suddenly stopped abruptly.
It was different from being caught up by Elder Quanquan.
At the same time as Chang Yubai braked, there was a thunderous roar.
Thunder struck the earth, and dust obscured the path ahead.
The wind blew away half the dust, revealing a slender, lightning-fast hand that was about to strike.
Lian Wushuang, the daughter of the Thunder Emperor of Thunder Valley, blocked their path.
"Speak! Where is Li Lang?!"
"roll."
Chang Yubai only gave her one word.
He knew very well that there was no point in wasting words with this kind of person; no matter how much he said, they wouldn't listen.
Lian Wushuang didn't give them a chance to explain: "Then prepare to die!"
The spiritual energy surged, and the thunder roared, crackling as it struck the ground. The original bluestone floor tiles were now covered in a large patch of gray-black.
Lian Wushuang was also at the high martial arts realm. After a series of blows, apart from leaving a mess on the ground, it was impossible to determine a winner.
Chang Yubai, at the seventh level of high martial arts, temporarily surpasses Lian Wushuang, who is at the fifth level of high martial arts. The ranking system of the Guanwu Continent has always been strict. Even though Lian Wushuang has environmental advantages and manipulates the heavenly lightning, she still cannot cause Chang Yubai much damage.
But Chang Yubai was also holding a child in his arms.
The battle between the two left the area in ruins. Chang Yubai dared not leave his little master lying around, otherwise, the moment he let go, Xiaoyun would be blasted to smithereens.
But the more he clung to it, the more limited his fighting techniques became.
This resulted in Lian Wushuang gaining the upper hand despite the difference in their cultivation levels.
Li Qingyun was in a hurry.
He could tell that Chang Yubai was holding back because of him, which was something to be happy about, but if they continued to be restricted like this, they would both be crippled.
Xiaoyun was very annoyed, but in her annoyance, she also thought about helping Chang Yubai, and that she couldn't just sit and wait for her fate.
So Xiao Li Qingyun focused her spiritual power and paid close attention to the battle, finally finding an opportunity when the two were knocked away by striking each other with their palms together.
With her dark eyes gleaming like jade, she directly activated her charm technique, attempting to make Lian Wushuang on the other side feel closer to her.
This move is Xiao Li Qingyun's trump card. Using it once is extremely energy-consuming, not to mention the risk of failure when used beyond one's level. If it weren't for the fact that a significant portion of his original essence had been recovered, he wouldn't have dared to use it directly.
This time, he activated all his source energy. If you were to take out the sack in the mustard seed space, you would easily see that all sixteen primordial ginseng roots were emitting a neat green light, and they were even shaking violently because they could not withstand the mobilization of the enormous spiritual power.
Li Qingyun had calculated it all; this was another sneak attack, and Lian Wushuang definitely wouldn't be able to dodge it!
Lian Wushuang was indeed bewitched, and her eyes were turning green.
But human calculations can always go wrong. The inconspicuous bell at Lian Wushuang's waist suddenly jingled, instantly bringing Lian Wushuang back to her senses.
"You?!" Lian Wushuang was well aware that her state had just changed.
She thought about the effects of being infected and was suddenly pleasantly surprised.
Li Qingyun was backfired by her magic weapon and spat out a mouthful of blood.
“How could this be…” He was caught off guard by the interruption and had no energy to think. He was stunned, hanging in Chang Yubai’s arm.
Lian Wushuang recognized Li Qingyun's identity and immediately beamed with joy, reaching out to grab Li Qingyun.
"If you can't hand over Li Lang, then leave your young son here, and I'll spare your dog's life!"
However, what she grabbed with her claws was not Li Qingyun, but a heavy black sword.
Behind the heavy sword were a pair of bright eyes burning with rage.
Li Qingyun's blood sprayed onto his white robe. Chang Yubai simply looked down, and the crimson blood on the robe rushed into his eyes.
The crimson in his eyes was like a raging fire, burning with clarity and reason.
"I told you, 'Be lenient when you can,' don't you understand?!"
Black scales entered the ground, activating a sword formation. The gray-black floor tiles beneath his feet suddenly rose into the air, and thousands of imaginary black scale swords flew around him, their blades turning and pointing at Lian Wushuang.
Chang Yubai was filled with rage, and the surrounding spiritual energy became turbid and domineering. Li Qingyun coughed up blood and her breathing became difficult.
No, really? Li Qingyun was shocked.
Something's not right with this spiritual energy. How can it be so fierce, chaotic, and stagnant?
Could his cheap master be a demonic cultivator?
"Impossible! You're clearly also at the High Martial Realm!"
The sword formation locked down Lian Wushuang's movement path. She wanted to summon heavenly lightning, but a phantom sword pierced her wrist, nailing her divine gate, preventing her from attracting external objects.
She quickly switched hands and threw out the talisman, which exploded with crackling lightning, but unexpectedly, Chang Yubai ignored the lightning and passed right through it.
The lightning burned his outer garment, leaving it in tatters, but the part stained with Li Qingyun's blood remained intact.
Chang Yubai, carrying his martial arts technique in his palm, struck her chest, leaving her half-dead.
Lian Wushuang fell to the ground, blood gushing from her mouth.
"You, you..."
A demonic cultivator? This person must be a demonic cultivator!
Even if it isn't, we must still firmly seal the title of "demonic cultivator"!
Lian Wushuang couldn't swallow this insult. She glared angrily, determined to make this bastard pay the price.
Chang Yubai's gaze was icy, his dark pupils tinged with a hint of red, whether it was the reflection of the enemy's blood or a red hue that had always been there, it was hard to tell.
Lian Wushuang sensed something was wrong: "No, you can't kill me! My father is the Thunder Emperor, you can't..."
Li Qingyun: !!!
Hey big oaf! Don't go overboard, the Thunder Emperor is not someone we can beat!
Two of the three people present were extremely anxious, fearing that Chang Yubai might impulsively kill someone.
However, Chang Yubai remained unmoved.
He simply looked at the blood splattered all over the ground, and thought of the crimson robe he had just seen; his thoughts were pure.
Lian Wushuang made his master vomit blood, so he made Lian Wushuang vomit blood. The two can be considered to cancel each other out.
A note from the author:
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Li Tiansheng: Why is my rice bowl getting smaller and smaller lately? Where's my rice?
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