Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 141 - 137: Green Sheep Primordial Spirit, the Great Battle of Nuogao! (1/3)

Chapter 141: Chapter 137: Green Sheep Primordial Spirit, the Great Battle of Nuogao! (1/3)

Yin Mountain Range.

The location where the firelight descended was the peak of a mountain.

The mountain summit had disappeared, replaced by a massive crater.

Trees within a radius of several miles were uprooted, the central pit spanning a hundred feet in width, its walls made entirely of molten soil.

Song Lin arrived at the scene with eight others, but found no traces of the demon.

"Escaped?" Song Lin asked suspiciously.

"There’s some kind of scent, but I’m unable to confirm," Shi Yinhua replied. "I have a way to determine the demon’s whereabouts."

"Please do share!"

"It’s like this..."

Upon his breakthrough, Shi Yinhua gained a special ability: the power to control corpses and gather intelligence through corpse qi.

Regardless of whether the corpses were human or animal.

"I see." Song Lin expressed slight astonishment. This young man, who looked not far from being a corpse himself, indeed seemed to be capable of manipulating the dead.

Shi Yinhua approached the edge of the crater, searching intently until he finally found a squirrel carcass.

Closing his eyes, he focused deeply, taking a long inhale through his nose, and after a while, reopened his eyes.

He turned his gaze toward the northwest, not far away.

"Over there! Looks like a sheep!!"

"Move!!"

Song Lin did not take to the skies but led everyone running on foot.

Flying would be too conspicuous; if the demon fled again, catching it would be impossible.

The group hadn’t gone far when several streaks of tunneling light descended from the sky.

The newcomers were none other than Heluo and his men.

"Where’s the demon?" Heluo asked.

"Up ahead!"

Following Shi Yinhua’s guidance, the group ventured deeper into the mountains.

As the sky darkened, nightfall settled in.

Pale moonlight bathed the mortal world, tree shadows cast themselves on the ground. When the wind blew, rustling sounds echoed, resembling demons baring their claws and fangs.

A group of twenty or thirty people navigated the dense forest.

Snap!

At that moment, a thick tree branch swung violently toward Song Lin’s head.

"Hmm?"

Song Lin reacted quickly, sidestepping to evade the branch. As it brushed past him, he brought his fingers together into a sword gesture and slashed downward fiercely! The branch was severed, spewing dark green blood.

Meanwhile, countless other branches descended upon them.

"Well then, seems it managed to awaken in just a single night! This demon is extraordinary!" Heluo remarked.

Faced with an entire grove of tree demons, Heluo remained fearless.

He opened his mouth and exhaled.

Whoosh!

Pitch-black water arrows shot forth, transforming into a mist of endless darkness.

The mist adhered to the tree branches, instantly converting them into black water, which grew in volume and spread outward incessantly.

Within ten breaths’ time, the entire forest vanished.

"Hall Master’s divine skills are magnificent!!" the others praised.

Swish!

As they spoke, a figure darted away in a blur.

Everyone clearly saw the silhouette.

It was a Green Sheep, not very large—about half the height of a man—its skin appearing like jade, its eyes crimson red.

The fleeing direction was precisely along the path they had come from.

"After it!!"

The path was riddled with disruptions from tree demons, further confirming the demon’s original form for the group.

At the same time, Xuanke Taoist Temple sent word that a large number of demons were attacking the county city, and they were mobilizing forces to keep the demons at bay outside the city walls.

"Such cunning! The demons actually know how to use tactics like diverting troops from their base!" Song Lin mused internally.

This battle against the demons made Song Lin realize that demons were nothing like the brainless beasts he had imagined.

They were intelligent beings with human-level wit.

Even more devious, even more ruthless.

Shanyin County City.

County Magistrate Hann Jinglong stood atop the city wall alongside Taoists, fighting against the demons.

Mortal soldiers were of little use—at most, they could fire arrows to distract the demons.

The demons at the forefront were mostly demon beasts.

Demon beasts were wild creatures in the early stages of taking on human-like forms but hadn’t yet fully transformed.

Behind the demon beasts were demons who had genuinely taken on human forms, most of them possessing Qi Refinement cultivation.

"Comrades, hold the walls steadfast! Do not let the temple master’s expectations down!!"

The voice came from a man who wasn’t one of the Eight Deacons but an individual named Zhou Xuan who had recently advanced to Qi Refinement.

He commanded a thousand of Erlang’s infantry below the walls to slay demons while coordinating tightly with the surrounding Taoists.

"Yes!!"

A fierce army leads a fierce pack.

Song Lin and his loyalists continued to rally the group, fostering cooperation and morale, which, while not perfect, were sufficient in such a dire crisis.

Though the demons were numerous, the Rampant Soldiers were even greater in number.

They might be weaker in individual strength, but their understanding of military formations allowed them to hold on a while longer.

"This aligns with military strategy. Seems Xuanke Temple has some capable individuals!" Hann Jinglong thought. He rarely saw cultivators proficient in military skills.

Military skills weren’t complicated—basic unity and adherence to orders sufficed.

Many Taoists were unruly and disobedient, making such mastery uncommon among them.

Nevertheless, given the current situation, Hann Jinglong knew these Taoists wouldn’t last much longer.

An army of demon beasts loomed a thousand feet away.

As Rampant Soldiers fell, the army steadily advanced.

The soldiers and civilians on the walls silently prayed for their fortifications to hold.

"Issue orders—execute anyone who causes chaos!!" Hann Jinglong instructed the garrison commander.

At times like these, panic among the populace was perilous—an opportunistic moment for the enemy. With governing experience from other regions, Hann Jinglong knew that bloodshed was necessary to maintain control.

"Lord, the people seem unusually compliant; they keep saying the Altar Master will come!"

"Altar Master? Intriguing..."

Hann Jinglong found this scenario unprecedented.

In his past jurisdictions, Taoist temples barely cared for the populace, often prioritizing self-preservation in moments of crisis.

This level of harmony was a first for him.

Perhaps this Altar Master was merely a charlatan, likely having fled far away by now.

The demon army drew closer to the city walls!

The sight of the breaching walls filled everyone with despair.

"Altar Master!!"

The crowd shouted Song Lin’s name.

A name that embodied more than just Song Lin—it was his divine stature, akin to building shrines for venerated officials.

Roar!!

A Green Sheep flew in from the horizon.

The Green Sheep let out a long cry, spurring the demons into a frenzy as they stormed the walls.

"It’s over!" Zhou Xuan murmured.

"As expected," Hann Jinglong thought, disappointed. "Corrupt officials are the same everywhere."

In the next moment, reality defied his expectations.

The tide of battle shifted abruptly as eighty-eight dog-headed Taoists emerged from the earth.

Spitting fire, shooting water, burrowing underground.

From the skies, countless Rampant Soldiers descended.

"Support has arrived from the temple master!!"

The group erupted into cheers, and the citizens below followed suit with excitement.

At the same time, a colossal white snake appeared in the void.

Spanning a hundred feet long, its body bore jet-black patterns, its emerald-green eyes surveying everyone below.

Swish!

Its tongue lashed out, capturing the fleeing Green Sheep, pulling it back into its maw.

"So formidable!"

Song Lin exclaimed in his heart.

The Green Sheep was at least at Core Formation level, as were Tianwu and Heluo.

But Heluo’s presence exerted far greater pressure than the other two, his Taoist realm far more profound, likely at the fabled Golden Core Late Stage.

"Excellent!!" Heluo glanced at those below and nodded slightly. "Very united indeed. You’ve managed the temple admirably."

As Heluo delivered these words, Tianwu’s expression noticeably stiffened.

The two had discussed beforehand:

Xuanke Temple had plentiful resources; it seemed wasteful for someone as small as Song Lin—a mere Divine Establishment—to monopolize them. Tianwu intended to extract some benefits, perhaps sharing them with Heluo.

Heluo shifted his tone, saying, "The Green Sheep just now wasn’t its true body; its Primordial Spirit has fled below. Tianwu, stay here and lead Song Lin in pursuit. There’s still other demon energy lingering in the forest; I’ll take others to investigate!"

Before he finished his words, Heluo departed with the group, leaving Tianwu a cryptic look.

"Understood!"

Tianwu accompanied Song Lin and a few others in landing; the Taoists stared at this figure with centipede-like mandibles in undisguised fear.

Not far away, a civilian’s eyes turned crimson, spitting blood as he laughed loudly toward them.

"Haha! I am the Green Sheep! You won’t kill me! Surrender now!!"

The two exchanged wary glances; Tianwu was stunned to find there truly was a Primordial Spirit involved.

Boom!

Song Lin acted swiftly.

He struck the civilian with a palm, sending them flying.

Though the person hadn’t yet landed.

Another civilian began laughing derisively, shouting insults once more.

This time Tianwu retaliated, obliterating the individual’s physical body.

"Haha! I’m over here!! Come kill me!"

Boom!

The Green Sheep’s Primordial Spirit continuously shifted; Tianwu killed more than a dozen people in swift succession.

"Argh! I can’t take this anymore!!"

Tianwu transformed into his dharma image, a hundred-foot-long centipede, creating immense visual impact.

The centipede surveyed the crowd below, its vicious mouthparts widening, ready to spew poisonous mist and eliminate everyone present—including Taoist disciples from Xuanke Temple.

Thus forever eradicating future trouble.

"Stop!!"

Song Lin hurriedly intervened.

If all these people were slaughtered, he would be left with no troops to command!

"What are you doing? Do you truly think inheriting Xuanke Temple allows you to stand equal to me? Get lost! Who dares block me?"

"I do!!"

"I do!!"

The others below, witnessing the conflict between Song Lin and Tianwu, immediately took their place behind Song Lin. Sixty-four hundred Rampant Soldiers hovered in the void, forming an Eight Diagram with thunder swirling ominously.

Tianwu was both shocked and enraged.

These people dared defy him?

"Clear your head; there’s an underlying conspiracy here."

Song Lin, with his Taiyang Golden Pupils, could not detect a trace of the demon’s true presence.

It was likely a spell—or possibly a unique method.

"The enemy hasn’t acted; they only provoke us into killing people—we should see how obvious this is!"

At that moment, from the horizon flew a thousand paper cranes.

Heluo’s missives lay atop them.

The letters proclaimed the Green Sheep wasn’t singular; similar incidents were unfolding in other county cities.

Following large-scale slaughter, the Green Sheep had vanished entirely.

"What else do you have to say now?"

Tianwu reverted to his human form, tossing the letter over.

"Give me two more days." Song Lin’s face darkened; he still trusted his vision.

Moreover, in two days, the twenty-year agreement of the Nuogao Record would arrive. If the Coiled Dragon Jade was recovered, its keen sense could certainly uncover any scheme.

"After two days, if there’s no result, I’ll leave myself at your mercy!"

"Fine! I won’t take your life; I only demand half of Xuanke Temple!"

"Deal!"

Song Lin thought briefly and agreed, planning to buy time. He then turned to Shi Yinhua and said:

"Seal the city. Deploy Rampant Soldiers to control everyone. If anyone shows signs of possession, subdue or kill them! Try to study patterns best you can!"

Having spoken, Song Lin ignored Tianwu’s questions, leaving only the ominous remark that they’d settle accounts in two days before retreating into a secret chamber for secluded cultivation, entering the Nuogao Record World for the final battle.

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