Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 121 - 117: Ten Thousand Transformation Heavenly Cicada, 9 Dark Possession (1/3)

Chapter 121: Chapter 117: Ten Thousand Transformation Heavenly Cicada, 9 Dark Possession (1/3)

The torrential rain also affected the Hidden Sword Manor.

Twenty boats stopped at the foot of the mountain. Orders were given to bring the townsfolk up the mountain, while Song Lin flew ahead to the peak.

Fifty thousand acres of fertile farmland belonging to the manor were destroyed by the flood.

Hundreds of tenant farmers, along with Chao Chong and others, sought refuge within the manor’s residence.

Seeing Song Lin and his group ascend, Chao Chong hurried forward to pay his respects.

"Greetings, my lord!"

"What’s the situation?"

"No casualties so far. I’ve brought everyone inside."

"How much food do we have left? I’ll bring a few people up later!"

"I stored a hundred thousand shi of grain earlier, enough to last us for a long time. By the way, how many people are you bringing, my lord?"

"Over two thousand."

"Uh... that should last about half a year."

Before long, under the escort of cultivators and Rampant Soldiers, two thousand townsfolk safely made it up the mountain.

To shield them from the elements, Song Lin instructed his men to dispatch Rampant Soldiers to help build temporary shelters and asked those skilled in Water Techniques to use talisman water to treat illnesses.

The townsfolk were deeply moved and brought to tears.

In these turbulent times, Song Lin seemed like the sole glimmer of light in the darkness, representing the hope in people’s hearts.

"Thank you, Donghua Immortal!"

"Long live the Immortal!"

"Immortal, your great kindness and virtue shall never be forgotten by us humble folks!"

On their journey, they had encountered many Taoists, all indifferent onlookers; some even used them as human shields.

Song Lin was the only one who not only sheltered them but also ensured they were well-fed.

Witnessing this scene, Shi Yinhua couldn’t help but sigh. Not even the temple master matched up to this.

Her senior’s charisma was truly extraordinary.

"This is a true man of valor!" A brawny man next to Shi Yinhua spoke—this was Wang Ziyue.

A true man of valor does not rely on cruelty; any thug, robber, or demon can achieve that.

A genuine man of valor must possess responsibility and magnanimity.

Evidently, Song Lin had both.

At this moment, Song Lin’s reputation soared to unprecedented heights in everyone’s eyes.

Just then, the Erlang God descended from the sky.

He leaned close to Song Lin and whispered, "Altar Master, it seems there are signs of combat deep within the mountain, in the southwest!"

"Really? I’ll go take a look."

Song Lin instructed everyone to remain and guard the place, flying into the sky alone before vanishing.

Since he was alone, there was no concern about exposure.

...

Deep within the dense forest.

Ten Taoists flew low among the trees, most of them in ragged clothes and panting heavily.

Leading the group was a young Taoist with white hair. If Song Lin were here, he would have immediately recognized him as Hua Qing, Master Huoyun’s disciple.

He was part of the same liturgy group as Song Lin.

Hua Qing’s disheveled white hair framed a bloodied gash across his chest.

The nine disciples beside him were in similarly dire straits.

"Damn it! What’s wrong with Xuanke Temple? Demons everywhere in this area, and they can’t even defend a small county!" Hua Qing cursed under his breath.

They had initially sought to mobilize reinforcements from Xuanke Temple but were ambushed by a Great Demon midway.

The number of monsters was overwhelming; half of his troop had perished.

Only these few remained, fleeing in disgrace.

Screeeech!

Ear-piercing screeches came from all directions.

A black cloud surged toward them.

The group looked up to see countless black bats, each with a wingspan of ten feet.

Larger bats were crimson red.

These bats were called Fu Yi. Red Fu Yi, at a century old, possessed Qi Cultivation Stage strength.

White Fu Yi, at a thousand years, displayed Core Formation strength.

Among countless bats circled one with a wingspan of one hundred feet, bearing a human’s head.

"Jie jie! Let’s see where you can run to now!" The Bat King had the hooked nose of an elderly man, his features dripping with malice.

"My underlings, attack!"

The crimson bats dove alongside the black ones.

Despair appeared on the faces below.

"Damn it!" Hua Qing cursed and turned to his comrades. "Keep your spirits up! I’ve already alerted Chi Hai Taoist—help will arrive soon!"

Reassured by Hua Qing’s words, the group regained their resolve. Some summoned spirits, others conjured Taoist Soldiers, while others transformed into evil ghosts, ready to fight.

The black bats descended, and Hua Qing morphed into a massive eagle.

The eagle let out a long cry, slashing bats to shreds with its talons and swallowing them whole.

At times, he transformed into a fire-breathing beast, a burrowing tiger, or a nine-headed serpent monster.

This was no illusion but the true Transformation Technique.

Each form he took enabled full utilization of that creature’s Divine Skills.

This was Hua Qing’s fundamental cultivation technique—Ten Thousand Transformation Heavenly Cicada Skill.

The Ten Thousand Transformation Heavenly Cicada was an ancient mutant beast capable of transforming into all creatures.

Its molted shell, resembling a discarded skin, could be used by living beings as a new body.

Cultivating within this shell allowed practitioners to refine both Qi and Spirit, producing endlessly transformative True Qi and Primordial Spirit. Upon mastering it, one could generate flesh and blood anew, achieving thousandfold transformations.

The creatures Hua Qing morphed into were formidable, leaving the bats no chance of resistance.

But the sheer number of bats was overwhelming.

More than half of his comrades had fallen, and Hua Qing’s True Qi was nearly depleted.

"Jie jie! It’s over!"

The white Bat King suddenly opened its mouth wide, ready to unleash a soul-crushing sonic wave.

"Kill!!"

At this critical moment, cries of battle erupted from all directions!

A dark swarm appeared on the horizon—blue-faced, tusked Rampant Soldiers.

Accompanying them were eagle-hunting Erlang’s infantry, soul-collecting soldiers, wild-haired Rampant Soldiers, beast-devouring Rampant Soldiers, and human-headed, snake-bodied Water Snake Soldiers.

A dozen types of Rampant Soldiers, numbering nearly twenty thousand.

"Reinforcements have arrived!"

Hua Qing exclaimed excitedly.

Help from Chi Hai Scripture Master was still a ways off, and they had been on the verge of collapse—yet here, salvation appeared!

The Rampant Soldiers formed a bizarre Eight Trigrams Array led by eight generals. The formations shifted constantly, advancing and retreating with precision—swift as wind, solid as forest.

The bat demons had no chance to resist, shredded instantly by the array.

The Bat King’s spell was interrupted by a flying sword. Surrounded by a general with three eyes and half of the Rampant Soldiers, escape was impossible.

"Damn it!" The Bat King roared in rage, emitting sonic waves that solidified, obliterating the Rampant Soldiers in his sight.

But breaking through the array would take time.

"What powerful Rampant Soldiers!" Hua Qing murmured in awe.

He had some knowledge of military techniques, including spells passed down from Mei Mountain Jungle.

Still, his understanding of Rampant Soldiers was that they were unruly ghosts and gods, relying solely on fearlessness and overwhelming numbers to win.

He had never imagined these ghosts and gods could form orderly arrays, as if controlled by an unseen hand, their every action meticulously coordinated.

"Could Jiuyou have such capabilities?"

Hua Qing grew doubtful. From what he knew, this was impossible—Mei Mountain Jungle tightly regulated subordinate temples, leaving no room for such surprises.

"Could it be him?"

A figure flashed through Hua Qing’s mind, one who had left an indelible impression.

It was none other than Song Lin, the one who had taken the Heavenly Master’s Token from him before. Only someone who constantly created miracles could achieve this.

The Bat King’s attention was wholly consumed by the Rampant Soldiers, leaving Hua Qing unnoticed.

At that moment, a blue light streaked across the sky.

The glow spread like wildfire, engulfing half the heavens.

It belonged to an enormous dharma image.

Standing as tall as the sky, wearing azure official robes and skin shimmering like lacquer, its ruby eyes sparkled brightly, resembling a statue.

Most striking was its flaming green hair, resembling a glowing green candle from afar.

"Finally!"

This was the Green Flame Candle Fire Dharma Form of Chi Hai Scripture Master, one of the Jungle Five Masters and this generation’s leader.

The light illuminated the battlefield, but the Bat King refused to retreat. Enraged by the Rampant Soldiers, he was determined to annihilate them completely before leaving.

Though Chi Hai Scripture Master drew near, the Rampant Soldiers dwindled rapidly.

"This..." Hua Qing’s face darkened.

While the light suggested Chi Hai Scripture Master’s proximity, he still remained several hundred miles away.

If the Rampant Soldiers’ formation broke, all would perish here.

"Hold on no matter what!" Hua Qing slumped to the ground, utterly drained of True Qi.

Amid the dark, eerie jungle, Song Lin sat cross-legged.

Before him was a soldier camp materialized by light. Each dot of light represented a Rampant Soldier, and through the Temple Emperor Seal, he could see through their eyes.

Though outmatched in power and numbers, the Eight Formation Map allowed him to hold his ground for now.

Spotting the distant Chi Hai Scripture Master through the soldiers’ perception, Song Lin saw no reason to flee.

Instead, he focused entirely on strategizing against the enemy.

Tap, tap, tap...

Suddenly, faint footsteps approached from behind.

"Not good!" Song Lin’s heart sank in alarm.

For someone to approach so silently before making noise, they must be a Core Formation Stage expert.

Turning quickly, he was met with a familiar face.

The figure wore a purple robe, the Upper Pure Five Thunder Jade Talisman at his waist, a Purple Gold Crown on his head. His complexion was pale, his gaze intense, and his mouth curled with a trace of malice.

With great interest, he studied Song Lin.

Was it not Jiuyou himself?

Jiuyou exhaled azure breath, which transformed into ghosts and gods.

"Well, it seems you know something. I’ve been looking for you for a long time. Your body—it’s mine now!"

Jiuyou’s tone was laced with undisguised excitement. Every encounter with Song Lin revealed something new.

He could hardly wait to claim these secrets.

For someone to ascend from Taoist disciple to Divine Establishment in just two or three years, immense fortune was a certainty.

With that thought, Jiuyou no longer hid his malicious intent. His right hand turned into the Heavenly Evil Ghost and his left into the Earth Calamity Ghost, clawing toward Song Lin.

"So, that’s the game!"

Song Lin suddenly realized his intention—it was possession.

Encircled by evil spirits, Song Lin naturally refused to yield.

Between his brows, blessings manifested: [Qi Control Six Voids][Moon Cultivation Great Witch][Golden Crow Yang Pattern][Temple Emperor Seal].

One by one, enhancements layered over him. Intricate markings appeared on his forehead, his skin took on a brilliance akin to Moonlight Glaze, and his body radiated a blazing light.

The Temple Emperor Seal repelled all ghosts and evil Qi.

The wealth of enhancements left Jiuyou dumbfounded.

What in the world was this?

Facing the surrounding evil ghosts, Song Lin brandished the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order.

"Open!"

Rumble, rumble!

Five or six bolts of lightning struck in rapid succession.

From the ground rose countless vines, the sky poured rain, and flames danced.

Song Lin unleashed all his abilities. Jiuyou’s summoned ghosts and gods were instantly obliterated.

The entire forest was leveled, and Jiuyou was flung violently by the sheer force.

"Cough... Impressive spells, but do you think you can escape me?"

Jiuyou quickly gave chase.

Little did he know, Song Lin hadn’t intended to flee. Instead, he ascended to a height visible to all, turned around, and wore an expression of surprise and joy: "Master! You’ve finally arrived!"

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