A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 226 Immortal Songs and Jade-like Glory, First Victory and Fame Spreads

Among the generals, Lin Chong was not particularly fast, but the people around him were even slower.

Du Qian, Lei Heng, and the others had been openly following behind him, falling a few steps behind. Yan Shude was even more despicable; he had initially rushed to the front, but somehow he suddenly swerved to the side to avoid them.

Lin Chong paused slightly, but had already rushed to within ten feet of Guan Luoyang. Instantly, his hair stood on end, his hair became fluffy, and his sleeves, clothes, trousers, and boots made a crackling sound.

Invisible electric currents are densely distributed in the area surrounding Guanluoyang. As soon as someone enters, things like hair and clothing will show abnormalities first. Then, the entire electromagnetic field will be disturbed by the intruder and lose its balance.

Boom!

Thick, dazzling bolts of lightning shot out from all around the Nine Yang Divine Bell, circling and striking towards Lin Chong.

With things having come to this point, Lin Chong had no choice but to abandon his concerns. He slightly rubbed the gun barrel against his sleeve, thrust out a gun, and the tip of the gun flashed out in front of him, creating a huge spear flower.

The flick of the gun was exquisite, as if a wondrous flower had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The spearhead and tassel twirled in a circle, attracting all the lightning bolts, which were then drawn together and condensed into a ball of lightning.

Lin Chong rubbed the gun barrel back and forth with both hands, then flicked the gun tip forward, thrusting it out against the ball of lightning, and took nine steps in quick succession.

His steps rose gradually from the ground, as if there were an invisible ladder to heaven. Where his toes touched the air, the hot, turbid air would condense into thick plumes of smoke.

Nine plumes of smoke erupted in succession, rising straight up.

The man with the gun was already far beyond the edge of the Nine Steps Green Smoke, at the same height as the top of the Nine Yang Divine Bell. He flicked his wrist, his long spear like a dragon, its mouth biting a ball of lightning, and crashed into Guan Luoyang.

Although the demonic path declined after the Han Dynasty, and there were no large-scale cultivations of demonic techniques in any dynasty, those military families and extraordinary figures in the martial arts world were often able to preserve demonic techniques and select a few successors to pass them down in an orderly manner.

Lin Chong had a family-inherited set of skills that he had practiced since childhood. After the Heavenly Emperor promoted demonic cultivation techniques to the army, he also had the opportunity to have abundant resources and exchange ideas with many like-minded people, which greatly improved his skills.

In Lin Chong's hands, this set of "Lingyan Wanlong" spear techniques has far surpassed the progress of his ancestors. Perhaps he is already close to reaching the level of that great general who made great contributions at the founding of the Tang Dynasty.

However, Guan Luoyang was currently in the enemy camp and had no interest in leisurely observation. Faced with this spear technique, which was comparable in skill to Shi Wengong's and even seemed to surpass him in subtlety and finesse, he had only one reaction.

With all his might unleashed, the Great Monument-Smashing Hand!

The Great Monument-Smashing Hand, imbued with signs of gravitational shifts, possessed an astonishingly powerful palm strike. With a single horizontal push, any lightning orb that touched his palm would instantly vanish into nothingness.

The dragon-shaped phantom formed by the spear collided with the palm strike, but it only held its position for a split second.

Then, the hand continued to push forward, crushing the spearhead and dragon head into scattered dust.

Lin Chong's spear technique was extremely meticulous. At this critical moment, he used the broken spear to create a hundred variations and extremely smooth arc-shaped afterimages. However, it could not block the domineering and boundless palm force, but it was able to violently bounce Lin Chong away.

With a bang, Lin Chong crashed into a tent. The undyed gray-white tent tore into countless pieces, scattering like huge water birds, and leaving a crater in the ground.

In the smoke and dust, Lin Chong leaned against the broken spear for support. He couldn't forget the feeling of facing that palm strike. He was so shocked that a layer of white sweat broke out on his forehead. Suddenly, his hand went empty, and he staggered. It was the broken spear that had turned into smoke and dust and dissipated.

He was relatively lucky. When he looked up, he saw Du Qian, Lei Heng, Zhu Tong, and the others being sent flying by Guan Luoyang, one palm strike at a time, like whipping beetles.

Only Shi Xiu was brave and fierce. In his early years, he had a nickname in the martial arts world: "Desperate Saburo". He became stronger when facing strong opponents and was unyielding. He actually blocked Guan Luoyang's palm and climbed to the edge of the Nine Yang Divine Bell.

Unfortunately, when Guan Luoyang reached out with his other hand, he smashed his weapon in half and shoved him in the chest, sending him flying the farthest away, straight out of the military camp and into the reeds.

when!!!!

The Nine Yang Divine Bell emitted a loud bang.

Yan Shude had already taken the opportunity to get to the bell, and with a large cleaver with a handle three feet long and a blade five feet long, he slammed it heavily onto the bell.

Although this person practiced demonic arts, he was very close to Chen Xizhen. He had discussed cultivation with Chen Xizhen and received a lot of guidance, knowing how to use demonic energy to activate the power of the Nine Yang Divine Bell.

With that resounding bell, Yan Shude was thrown several feet away, and Guan Luoyang also felt a surge of heat beneath his feet, almost as if he were pressing down on a volcano.

Guo Jing, inside the Nine Yang Divine Bell, caught his breath and punched himself in the nose three times. His eyes turned red, and he spat out a stream of golden true fire.

Buddhist methods use the seven emotions and six desires to temper one's cultivation, while Taoist methods refine jade and metals to cultivate a mouthful of pure primordial energy. His golden true fire is a precious flame cultivated through the combination of Buddhism and Taoism, containing nearly half of his cultivation.

After absorbing this precious flame, the Nine Yang Divine Bell trembled and clanged, its size increasing several times over, becoming astonishingly large.

The green energy that had been seeping and suppressing the bell from its top was finally dissipated.

Guo Jing, his hair ornament askew, dared not be negligent. He drew a circle on the ground with his whisk, jumped into the circle, and escaped underground.

He had already sacrificed half of his cultivation to the Nine Yang Divine Bell, and was heartbroken. If he dared to stay any longer, the aftershocks of the battle between the Divine Bell and that evil cultivator would probably kill him.

"It's not Lin Lingsu, that's not Lin Lingsu! It must be Guan Luoyang. What kind of trick is this scoundrel? His cultivation is so domineering!!"

Outside the camp, a circle appeared on the ground. Guo Jing jumped out of it and looked back. He originally wanted to see how Guan Luoyang's battle with the Nine Yang Divine Bell went, but he inadvertently saw a Taoist in fine clothes walking among the chaotic army as if he were in an empty place.

Guo Jing recognized the face he had seen several times in Bianliang City years ago, and couldn't help but shudder. Without saying a word, he fled for his life.

Inside the military camp, Yan Shude saw that the Nine Yang Divine Bell had transformed into such an astonishingly large form. He was about to call Lin Chong and the others to join him in the next attack when suddenly, the joy on his face vanished, and he turned around to look.

Lin Lingsu was not far behind, staring intently at him.

Yan Shude didn't recognize the Taoist priest, but he recognized the clothes he was wearing.

Nowadays, there are many Daoist officials in Bianliang City, and only a handful of people are qualified to wear this imperial robe. This robe is obviously quite old; ten years ago, only one person was qualified to wear it.

"Lin Lingsu".

Yan Shude roared, "Taoist, you too have received the Emperor's favor, how dare you now deceive Heaven! Which traitorous minister have you colluded with to incite this army to rebel?"

Lin Lingsu's eyes flickered, and she saw that Wu Song had already chopped Liu Qi and Liu Lin with his knife and was rushing over here excitedly. She had no intention of saying anything more, and she stretched out a flawless white jade right hand with delicate texture from the sleeve of her Taoist robe, which was unlike that of an ordinary person.

Yan Shude heard muffled thunder around him, but couldn't see where it came from. He looked up and let out a long howl. The turbid air in the military camp churned and condensed into smoke and willow catkins, gathering around him.

Like a whale sucking in water, turbid air enters its body. Yan Shude wields his knife, the blade flashing wildly, obscuring his figure. He and his knife are reduced to a giant sphere of blade energy, rolling and crashing towards Lin Lingsu.

This sphere of blade energy grew larger and heavier with each roll, and the swirling, slicing blade light was a dark, rusty color.

When this ball of sword energy reached Lin Lingsu, its size was comparable to that of a central military tent. Lin Lingsu's slender figure, in contrast, resembled a lamb facing a sandstorm.

But the next moment, the black sandstorm-like sphere of blade energy was frozen in place for a moment, thunder rumbled faintly, and melodious tunes and hazy songs drifted throughout the camp.

The celestial music is exquisite, and we pay homage to the divine heavens.

Shenxiao, Great Thunder Book!

Lin Lingsu's eyes widened, her pupils and the whites of her eyes disappeared, and a mercury-like luster filled her eyes so much that it almost overflowed from the corners of her eyes. She then flicked her palm forward.

A giant, azure hand rose from the ground, composed entirely of pure, dazzling light.

Between the five fingers, there were many deep, ink-blue runes. These runes were connected to form tiny chains that clung to the surface of the giant hand and flowed endlessly.

With a deafening roar, the giant hand gripped Yan Shude's sphere of sword energy tightly in its palm. Despite the surging turbid air and the relentless slicing of sword energy, the giant hand only crackled with more lightning from the friction of the sword energy, gradually tightening its grip.

As Wu Song approached, he sensed the intense fighting spirit of the two and his blood boiled. He thought to himself, "What fierce swordsmanship! Yan Shude has the added boost of the army's turbid energy, so his power is inexhaustible and he always maintains his peak strength. If we really fight, even if Brother Lu Da and I go at it together, it will probably be difficult to determine a winner within fifty rounds."

Just as he thought of this, he saw that the huge sphere of sword energy had been completely deformed and shattered by the divine thunder hand.

The giant hand clenched tightly in the middle, and seemingly due to excessive force, it disintegrated into a blurry halo. The bright blue light and the runes surged violently and rapidly, irresistibly penetrating Yan Shude's body.

With a flick of her sleeve, Lin Lingsu sent Yan Shude flying uncontrollably into the sky, his body radiating light and surrounded by celestial music, attracting the attention of the soldiers in the camp.

Then, right before everyone's eyes, they watched as their own commander exploded into a dazzling cloud of firework.

The sounds of chaotic fighting in the army gradually subsided.

Guan Luoyang was originally preparing to draw his sword and unleash the Great Sky Slash to shatter the Nine Yang Divine Bell before dealing with Yan Shude. However, he did not expect Lin Lingsu to be so proactive, killing the commander-in-chief in the blink of an eye.

He then changed his mind and simply used his foot as a blade, channeling the power of the Sky-Piercing Blade, and stomped his foot on the Nine Yang Divine Bell.

The bell, struck by the blow, instantly lost its deep, resonant sound, and its massive size rapidly shrank, becoming only about a foot tall.

Guan Luoyang landed gracefully, kicked the small bell away, and it crashed into the Yan-character banner.

The general's banner was reduced to dust, and the central command tent had been razed to the ground.

That clear, resonant bell tolled as if it were a death knell announcing a crushing defeat.

Guan Luoyang shouted loudly, "Put down your weapons! Those who surrender will not be killed!!"

"Surrender and you will not be killed!!!"

Lu Da and Wu Song also shouted, rushing towards the places where the fighting was still taking place. Like tigers among sheep, they left only screams of pain wherever they went. The morale of the Song soldiers had collapsed. Many of them fled the camp, or threw down their armor and knelt down on the spot.

Eight thousand Liangshan warriors seized the opportunity to disarm the Song soldiers, pinning them down by the neck and forcing them to squat on the ground with their hands on their heads.

Guan Luoyang swept his gaze across the area, his figure soaring through the air to block Lin Chong and the others' path.

Lu Da called out in a panic from a distance, "Taoist priest, wait a minute! Those men are also our brothers who have sworn brotherhood in the army."

He rushed over, shoveled his crescent-shaped shovel into the ground, and said, "Brother Lin Chong, do you still remember me?"

Lin Chong looked at it carefully for a few moments and said, "Is this my virtuous brother Lu Da? What happened to your hair?"

Lu Da was taken aback. He touched his scalp and found only a handful of ash. His head was completely bald, without a single intact hair. He flew into a rage, searched around, and shouted, "Where is that bird-like Taoist who rang the bell and set the fire earlier?"

Seeing his temperament, Lin Chong had no more doubts and couldn't help but step forward and embrace Lu Da.

The heroes, having been separated for a long time, chatted for a while, and Lu Da spoke of Guan Luoyang to them, his words filled with admiration.

Lin Chong and the others hurriedly stepped forward to apologize: "Master, you are a man of high moral character, compassionate towards the people, and have single-handedly protected Liangshan. It is hateful that we were blind to your virtue and actually attacked you with weapons!"

"Ignorance is no excuse. So you are Lin Chong. I've heard of you before."

Guan Luoyang was somewhat surprised that a random general from the opposing army could escape his life from a full-force palm strike without suffering any serious injuries.

These people, after being knocked away by him, were not completely incapacitated, yet they lingered for quite a while without launching another attack.

Now that we know it was Lin Chong and his group, it's not surprising.

"Oh dear!" Guan Luoyang thought, "There was another one just now, but I knocked it too far and it landed in the water. Was that one of your brothers too?"

"That's Brother Shi Xiu," Lin Chong said. "We were just about to rescue him."

"No need, I've already climbed up."

Shi Xiu, soaking wet, clutched his chest and stumbled over, laughing, "I heard you talking. Daoist, you're quite skilled. Luckily, I didn't hurt you, or I would have died a thousand deaths."

He gave Guan Luoyang a thumbs-up and was about to kneel down.

Lu Da and the others looked at him in horror: "Brother, your mouth and nose are bleeding, it's gushing out like a little stream."

Shi Xiu wiped his face and chuckled, "It's still a little hot..."

Although he was hit in the chest, his blood and qi were reversed, making him dizzy and confused. He insisted on bowing down, so Guan Luoyang quickly helped him up, channeled some of his energy, and helped soothe his injuries.

Lin Lingsu walked over and said, "You can handle the prisoners here slowly. I need to go back to Liangshan first. By the way, I need to get some of those minerals from Liangshan to treat my injuries. Consider Yan Shude's life as the money for buying the minerals."

He looked at Guan Luoyang, and Guan Luoyang looked at Lu Da.

Lu Da and Wu Song exchanged a glance: "Master Lin, please feel free to take whatever you need. All matters, big and small, and all materials used in Liangshan are at Master Guan's command."

Wu Song praised Lin Lingsu, saying, "The Daoist Master is decisive as the wind and moves like a tiger. He is indeed quite different from those Daoist officials."

Lin Lingsu's eyes flickered slightly, her complexion inexplicably improved, and she turned and left.

Guan Luoyang saw the bloodstains that had congealed into silver where Lin Lingsu had stood. He understood and shook his head with a smile.

His injuries weren't fully healed, yet he insisted on being stubborn. But this is for the best; it seems that binding this Taoist priest to Liangshan will be much easier than expected.

"You were defeated at Liangshan, and you will surely face difficulties when you return," Guan Luoyang said to Lin Chong and the others. "Why don't you come up the mountain with us, protect the people of this region, and safeguard the peace and security of the people? That is what true soldiers should do."

Lu Da and Wu Song also tried to persuade them. Lin Chong and the others had long disliked the current court, but they had never had the opportunity to give them another way out. Although Liangshan had only won a small victory and had no future, it had already made them unable to suppress their emotions. They agreed without much struggle.

However, they wanted to ask Lu Da and Wu Song to lead a group to Li Kaixian's hiding place and bring his family members to him.

Guan Luoyang readily agreed. He looked around the devastated military camp with great satisfaction, reached out and pulled the Nine Yang Divine Bell into his hand, and ordered, "First, inventory those ships, search for military rations, minerals, swords, spears, bows and arrows, horses, and armor, and transport them back to Liangshan in batches."

His voice was filled with laughter, and the Liangshan disciples cheered thunderously.

The more than 10,000 troops who came to attack Liangshan thought they would win easily and capture the city. No one could have imagined that they would be completely wiped out on the very night they arrived at Liangshan.

He couldn't even make it through the first night.

When the defeated soldiers returned, officials in various places along the Jingdong East Road received the news one after another. They felt as if they were in an absurd dream. At the same time, the news had already leaked among the people and spread to various prefectures and counties.

Liangshan's first victory brought them great fame.

(End of this chapter)