Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 108 - 107: The 5 Thunder Righteous Skill, Song Lin Descends the Mountain

Chapter 108: Chapter 107: The 5 Thunder Righteous Skill, Song Lin Descends the Mountain

The crowd was fervent, while Pudu Zen Temple schemed both overtly and covertly.

The reputation of the Taoist School among the commoners remained irreparable, and they faced suppression from the authorities. Everyone was targeting them—how could anyone endure this?

Of course, they had to swallow this silent loss.

But there was one last hope, and that was for Crown Prince Yangg Yong to ascend the throne.

If that happened, they could surely turn the tide.

After all, the rules restricted Pudu Zen Temple from taking action no matter how much the Emperor messed around; they were simply forbidden from intervening.

Crown Prince Yangg Yong, known for his magnanimous nature, was falsely accused by Empress Dugu and Yangg Guang, and reduced to the status of a commoner—a plot entirely orchestrated by Pudu Zen Temple.

The Three Great Demon Sects rallied their loyal disciples to attack Chang’an, with Li Qing of the Meridian Heavenly Gang Sect also leading his forces.

At Lake Heart Pavilion, a man of immortal demeanor was enjoying a solitary drink.

The noise from the outside world fell on deaf ears.

Wang Qii, born in the Meridian Heavenly Gang Sect, was the top master of the Taoist School, just half a step away from achieving the legendary Core Formation stage of Longevity Celestial.

In his youth, he traveled to numerous sects and borrowed Taoist texts; he even attended lectures by the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk at Pudu Zen Temple.

Wang Qii prided himself as an Independent Immortal, disliking sectarian constraints and cherishing freedom and ease.

Thus, he seldom involved himself in worldly affairs.

News of the attack on Chang’an and Pudu Zen Temple eventually reached Wang Qii’s ears.

Outwardly, he seemed calm, but inwardly, he could not conceal his shock and anger.

"Forget it—let them go," Wang Qii sighed deeply.

Flap-flap-flap!

The sound of wings flapping arose as a white pigeon delivered a message.

Wang Qii untied the letter, which bore Heavenly Intent Divine Monk’s handwritten words.

"A gentleman’s word cannot be taken back—please, Benefactor Wang Qii, clear out the rogue elements."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Qii transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the horizon.

Meanwhile, at Tangg Valley, Song Lin continued his cultivation.

Under the Fusang Wood, he meditated in serenity.

Years of training had enabled him to successfully comprehend the Five Thunders True Technique.

When examining his own body inwardly, he could faintly perceive the Five Innate Qi emitting five different colors from his organs.

This was Innate Qi.

This Qi was the key to driving Thunder Skills.

Song Lin took out a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone, scribbling and painting on yellow paper.

Not long afterward, a talisman was completed.

"Boundless heaven and earth, borrow the power of Qian Kun!"

Song Lin formed hand seals for a sword technique, holding the Five Thunders Talisman.

Whoosh!

The Five Thunders Talisman flew out and turned into a three-feet-long lightning snake.

Boom!

A nearby boulder exploded into pieces.

This was Thunder Skill.

He could even summon Five Thunders directly through the hand seals without drawing the talisman.

Although the lightning summoned in this way was ordinary, its power could impact an area of a hundred meters.

With the aid of Qi Control Six Voids, its range could be extended to a thousand meters—a practice comparable to opening an altar for a duel.

Of course, the cultivation method of Five Thunders was also intricately linked to Spirit Refining.

The more robust the soul, the easier it was to sense the Innate Qi of the organs.

Sensing something, Song Lin flew out of Tangg Valley.

A swordsman dressed in black suddenly appeared outside Tangg Valley.

"Grandmaster, Zixu has sent a message."

The swordsman handed the letter to Song Lin.

It contained the details of the attack on Chang’an.

"How is the Water Technique Soldiers training going?"

"Including Zixu, there are currently thirty-seven Liturgy Taoists practicing, totaling fifteen thousand soldiers."

"That’s enough." Song Lin flew into the distance.

"Grandmaster, where are you going?"

"Leaving the mountain! But first, come with me to Taodu Mountain."

Song Lin planned to rescue Ann Qi. He intended to confront Shentu and Yulei, ensuring he held the initiative.

He vaguely sensed that transcending karma in this world lay in the great flourishing of the Taoist School—it must be.

This time, he aimed not only to unify the Taoist factions of this world but also to research the Capture Technique for himself.

In Chang’an.

The once-bright skies suddenly darkened as storms brewed, and demonic winds howled.

Hundreds of Taoists arrived, riding wind and clouds.

Raindrops poured heavily.

"Bald donkey, get your damn self out here!"

Leading the charge was Xuan Su of the Yin Yang Sect.

Two enormous snakes, one black and one white, coiled around Xuan Su, indistinct yet real, resembling Taiji as they circled him.

"How dare you, vile demon!"

A monk flew out beneath them, only to freeze in midair.

It was Bi Xuan who had acted, her boundless mist immobilizing their bodies.

Then the two giant snakes swallowed the monk whole.

The hundreds-of-meters-long snakes stretched across the heavens, creating an overwhelmingly stunning visual display.

Li Qing then released a beam of white light; the light sliced downward like a razor-sharp treasure sword, reducing the Buddhist temple to ruins and cutting everyone in half.

"Amitabha Buddha! Esteemed Taoists, why have you disregarded faith and virtue, and violated the agreement?"

Heavenly Intent Divine Monk folded his hands, his gaze spanning through the void, gathering on the crowd.

"Who violated the agreement first? This agreement was never fair to begin with. You colluded with the high-level powers—who would follow such an inequitable deal?"

"So obstinate." Heavenly Intent Divine Monk closed his eyes, and his overwhelming aura made the crowd feel as though they stood at the edge of an abyss, suffocating.

Whoosh!

Golden light dazzling from the sky descended.

Wang Qii landed before the crowd, his robes fluttering in the gale, resembling a Banished Immortal descended from the Nine Heavens.

Seeing Wang Qii arrive, the crowd felt a flicker of hope, but when they saw him blocking their way, they immediately understood the situation.

Xuan Su sneered and said, "Wang Qii, since when did you become Pudu Zen Temple’s lackey?"

"I said before, whoever breaks the rules, I’ll clean up the mess." Wang Qii replied, his voice devoid of expression, speaking each word firmly.

"As for this monk, I adhere to the same principle," Heavenly Intent Divine Monk said.

"If you won’t take action, can’t you at least refrain from standing by?"

Before countless Taoist disciples, Xuan Su pressed Wang Qii.

Facing the crowd’s hostile stares, Wang Qii remained undisturbed and said calmly, "Since the Wei Jin Three Kingdoms era, the world has been divided for centuries. Peace has been hard-won—I will not allow anyone to plunge the living beings into suffering for personal gain."

"So you would sacrifice our interests? Suppress us? Even when we try to reclaim our ancestral land, there’s obstruction everywhere? How unjust!" said Xiaoyao Zi.

"You only see our resistance—but have you witnessed our repeated concessions?"

"Do you understand the roots of the Southern Dynasty’s poverty? You see them distributing porridge to save lives, but do you know where the grain comes from? A day of fasting—how much money and food does it cost?"

This series of questions made Wang Qii pause briefly. He chose not to answer their words but turned to Li Qing instead. "And you? Do you also wish to fall into the Demon Path and destroy the Grandmaster’s blood and sweat of centuries past?"

After a moment of internal conflict, Li Qing, with a forlorn expression, eventually led his disciples over to Wang Qii’s side.

"One last chance—return to the seas!"

Wang Qii’s tone softened slightly.

"Too late!"

The crowd unleashed their attacks in unison.

In an instant, the skies turned dark, the Yin Yang Snake writhed fiercely, yin energy surged, and a dharma image over a hundred meters tall emerged.

Multicolored spells flashed like fireworks, bombarding from all sides.

Boom!

The void trembled, and the earth roared.

Behind Wang Qii appeared the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram.

This diagram faintly bore traces of various Taoist magical techniques.

It was Wang Qii’s fundamental skill—the Yin Yang Taiji.

Boom!

The spells struck the Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram without causing the slightest fluctuation—all attacks disintegrated completely.

"Wang Qii, screw your grandmother!"

Witnessing this scene, Xuan Su—the immortal-like Taoist—could not resist cursing, his eyes turning blood-red, utterly losing his composure.

Wang Qii had been the renowned prodigy of the Taoist School, blessed with extraordinary insight.

The Grandmasters did not hesitate to share their sect’s secrets and resources, diligently cultivating this peerless prodigy who would lead the Taoist School to prosperity one day.

No one expected this exceptional talent to merge the strengths of various schools and then walk away, becoming a carefree Independent Immortal roaming the world.

Today, he was even using these skills to confront his own people.

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