Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 120 - 116 Netherworld Poison Fire, Horned Giant Fish (1/3)

Chapter 120: Chapter 116 Netherworld Poison Fire, Horned Giant Fish (1/3)

"The situation is volatile; what if new demons arrive? I suggest we retreat first!" Song Lin still refused to back down.

"Defending this place is the temple master’s order!" Youyun frowned slightly, unsure what madness Song Lin was speaking of.

The others also felt somewhat puzzled.

Song Lin let out a sigh.

He knew that without evidence, he wouldn’t be able to convince everyone.

So he thought for a moment and summoned Erlang God.

As a golden light flashed, a general clothed in white robes with silver armor appeared before everyone.

As the senior members of Xuanke Temple, although they weren’t versed in refining soldiers, they were familiar with Rampant Soldiers.

"Such a powerful general!"

"This is Erlang God’s Rampant Soldier General. His eyes can see through illusions, and he has discovered numerous demon traces in the west."

Erlang God nodded, signaling that what Song Lin said was true.

Everyone felt a shock in their hearts; the intelligence of this Rampant Soldier General seemed quite high.

Seeing this, most people began to believe, but Youyun, still stubborn, said, "What if there are many demons? Do we not have enough Rampant Soldiers ourselves?"

Song Lin couldn’t care less; Jiuyou’s intent was nothing more than silencing witnesses.

The enemy was undoubtedly stronger than imagined.

Running was the best option.

"Who among you will retreat with me?"

Li Hu and Wang Ziyue stepped behind Song Lin, hesitating for a moment, eventually Shi Yinhua walked toward him as well.

Shi Yinhua had interacted with Song Lin for some time and understood his personality: he wasn’t someone who spoke without reason, possessing a deeply pragmatic character.

Youyun’s face turned ashen, the flame patterns on her brow jumping intensely.

"One last warning: stay or leave?"

"Leave!"

Wham!

As soon as the words fell, a green light shot out from Youyun’s brow.

The green light transformed into a flame the size of a human head.

The flame exuded an icy, sinister aura, filling the room with its eerie brilliance.

This was Netherworld Poison Fire. It emitted no heat but had a potent toxicity—just a speck could spread like wildfire, dissolving a person into pus.

With its insidious venom, Youyun unleashed a killing blow, fully enraged.

Unlike the other two senior brothers, Youyun was utterly loyal to Jiuyou.

Hmph!

Song Lin snorted coldly. A golden light enveloped him as his fingers twisted into an unusual seal gesture.

Heavenly Human Six Seals—Peace Seal!

The golden light formed a shield around him.

Wham!

The flame latched onto the golden shield but failed to break through.

The Peace Seal emphasized protection, similar to the properties of the Golden Light Spell.

Song Lin formed another hand gesture.

The flame was absorbed into the golden shield.

This was the Spirit Official Seal, which absorbed an opponent’s energy to strengthen one’s own.

Boom!

It didn’t end there. Song Lin blasted a bolt of lightning forth.

The lightning struck Youyun, sending her flying, her chest charred black.

Even so, Song Lin had held back, leaving Youyun with only minor injuries.

"You actually refined your spirit?" Youyun was incredulous. Moreover, his spirit refining was at least a third complete—what secret did this man hold?

"Speak properly and refrain from reckless moves!"

Song Lin’s tone was deliberate and measured.

Nothing but fools, unaware they’ve been sold.

Soon, Song Lin left with his group.

Outside, torrential rain poured down.

The rain hadn’t ceased for three days and nights.

The sky was dim, and the land below the mountain was indistinguishable from a lake.

The group followed Song Lin as they ventured outside.

The rain fell on their bodies but was immediately repelled by their True Qi.

Song Lin sniffed lightly, detecting a faint scent of seawater—it wasn’t normal rain, but like seawater flooding in.

"Senior Brother, where are we headed?" Shi Yinhua asked.

Song Lin had effectively become the core leader of the group.

Ever since displaying his spirit-refining prowess and formidable seal techniques, he had won over the others.

"Leave this place first!"

They merely needed to evade the demon sweep.

Without delay, the group set off.

Not far away, Jiuyou’s ghosts became flustered.

They had been ordered to monitor Song Lin’s group but hadn’t anticipated that their targets would escape. Unable to intercept directly, one of the ghosts hastily darted off to report to Jiuyou.

Atop Hu Mountain, Jiuyou received the news, his brows furrowing: "So, they’ve been spotted?"

With that, Jiuyou quickly summoned a thousand paper cranes and inscribed their contents with True Qi.

Meanwhile, Song Lin’s group rode paper horses into a primordial forest.

Wham!

Not far away, a thousand paper cranes fluttered toward them.

Song Lin unfolded one to find it was a reprimanding letter from Jiuyou. The contents of the letter were revealed to the others as well.

Jiuyou accused them harshly in the letter, affirming the accuracy of the intelligence and warning against unnecessary movement.

"Senior Brother, why don’t we return?" Shi Yinhua asked.

"Fake! A false temple master, a demon impersonation." Song Lin casually retorted with a few remarks, igniting a flame in his palm and reducing the paper crane to ashes.

Before long, another paper crane arrived.

Without even glancing at it this time, Song Lin burned it into ashes.

Then came five or six more cranes in quick succession—all immediately destroyed.

The others exchanged glances, bewildered. This was clearly the temple master’s letter; had Song Lin lost his mind, openly defying orders?

"Senior Brother, why don’t we return first?" Shi Yinhua asked again, unable to contain himself.

Even Li Hu, one of Song Lin’s direct followers, began to sense something amiss.

After all, the temple master had always been wise and highly revered; they would never doubt the temple master’s decisions.

Could it be that Song Lin was truly mistaken?

"Relax, there’s no hurry. You’ll see soon enough who among us is lying," Song Lin said cryptically, refusing to divulge the truth.

If he outright said the temple master was a demon, who would believe him?

"Are you saying the temple master is lying?" The group still found it difficult to accept.

"Exactly!"

At this point, Song Lin saw no need for pretenses.

As the demons invaded the Central Plains, the greatest threat was the demons, followed closely by Jiuyou.

Song Lin had yet to fully refine his spirit; every step required extreme caution, as there was only one life to gamble with in the real world.

The priority was to unite all forces that could be united, remove any barriers, and strive for survival in this great war.

Now that Jiuyou had become an obstacle, Song Lin no longer cared for appearances and directly tore down the façade.

Presently, he held considerable resources: the Temple Emperor Seal, the Five Thunders True Method, and the Nuogao Record Daoism—all with substantial power.

Song Lin’s pupils shifted to pure gold and azure as he gazed toward the distant Hu Mountain, exuding boldness and ambition.

Ziyuan stood against you; why can’t I?

"Ah!! Traitor! Beast!!"

At the mountaintop, Jiuyou roared in fury.

This brat clearly held him in contempt, reminding him of Ziyuan.

Both relied on innate talents, treating Jiuyou as insignificant.

The more Jiuyou thought about it, the angrier he became, his body emitting black fumes, his once refined face turning feral, and horns sprouting atop his head.

"Fine! I’ll catch you now! Prepare for possession!"

Wham!

Jiuyou could no longer endure, his figure vanishing into thin air.

His urgency stemmed primarily from the rapid spread of demonic energy.

If this persisted much longer, the demonic energy would corrupt his heart, transforming him entirely into a demon, with no hope of reversal.

Becoming a demon meant losing self-awareness, destroying decades of cultivation, and rendering his dream of becoming a Taoist utterly unattainable.

On the other side.

Song Lin’s repeated defiance of the temple master’s letters and his actions implying the temple master was lying gradually caused cracks within the team.

While surface relations remained harmonious, the underlying tensions were palpable.

Riding paper horses, the group descended the mountain.

As the elevation lowered, the waters surged more violently, rising to the horses’ knees.

Boom!

At that moment, a thunderous noise erupted from behind.

The group instinctively turned to look back.

In the distance, several dozen miles away at their previous encampment, a hundred-mile-wide blood-red cloud suddenly emerged.

The blood cloud appeared as if born instantaneously; within the cloud layers, thousands of demons of various grotesque forms could be faintly seen.

Leading them was a colossal fish floating amidst the clouds.

The fish stretched a thousand meters long, its body covered in red patterns, a ten-meter-long black horn protruding from its nose, and its massive mouth spewing multicolored mists.

The mists resembled miasma, engulfing the mountain top, transforming all flora, fauna, and living creatures into pus.

"The horned one?" Song Lin recalled reading about this fish species in ancient texts.

He hadn’t expected it to truly exist.

It likely possessed Core Formation Stage strength; under the mist’s shroud, Youyun likely couldn’t have survived.

Witnessing this scene, the group was shell-shocked, recalling Song Lin’s earlier remarks.

The temple master was lying?

In an instant, Shi Yinhua and the others felt their worldview unravel.

"Well, what do you think?" Song Lin smiled.

No one responded, lowered heads indicating their silence. He chose not to mock them further, merely planting seeds of doubt in their minds.

Given the circumstances, these people were now sincerely following his leadership.

Reflecting on this, Song Lin retrieved the Temple Emperor Seal.

Wham!

Erlang God appeared alongside a hundred of Erlang’s infantry.

"Li Er, scout the surroundings thoroughly and leave no area unchecked."

"Understood!"

Eagles soared into the sky and hunting dogs swam in the floodwaters.

With this team of scouts, fear of ambushes evaporated.

Not long after, the group descended the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, they encountered a desolate village and corpses floating in the floodwaters.

The water level was already as high as a person, forcing them to abandon horses for boats, retracting Rampant Soldiers while leaving Erlang God and the Seven Saints scouting from above.

"Immortal, save us!"

"I don’t want to die!"

The surviving villagers clung to rooftops and treetops.

Among the waters floated half-transformed serpents, insects, and rodents.

Song Lin ordered the group to stop.

"My lord, let’s move on and leave them behind," Li Hu proposed.

These were times of chaos; every person fended for themselves—no time to care about commoners.

The Taoists and disciples largely shared this sentiment.

Song Lin surveyed the scene, then said, "Forget it, bring them along."

He instructed Rampant Soldiers to carry the surviving villagers onto the boats.

"Head to Hidden Sword Manor!"

Hidden Sword Manor lay deep within the mountain ridges, surrounded by dense forests and high terrain. Fifty dog-headed Taoists meticulously trained by Lu Qian were stationed there.

Now that demons were running rampant, engaging in a defensive battle was of utmost importance.

Along the way, Song Lin gathered every person he came across, seeing them as no burden. The people adored him, and his peers admired him.

While most dismissed common folk as insignificant, protecting them was still politically correct within the Taoist School.

Song Lin employed Liu Bei’s tactic of leading civilians across the river. While reputation might not decide immediate outcomes, its value often revealed itself at crucial junctures.

Soon, twenty boats were fully loaded, carrying around two thousand people.

Their group arrived at the foot of Hidden Sword Manor.

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