Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 226 - 204: The Fifth Mystical Character, Little Giant Spirit God Official

Chapter 226: Chapter 204: The Fifth Mystical Character, Little Giant Spirit God Official

"Alright, I, as a humble Taoist, will eagerly await the results!" Lu Mingyang laughed angrily. He had never seen someone act so brazenly. "Soon we’ll see who can gather more Yin merits!"

"Master Lu from the Purple Mansion is a renowned figure, while I am merely a lowly temple master. Isn’t this a bit of an unfair match?" Song Lin remarked.

"Very well, pick one from my three disciples," Lu Mingyang said, pointing at the three standing behind him.

With so many eyes watching, Lu Mingyang had no intention of using underhanded tactics. He aimed to defeat Song Lin in a way that was upright and undeniable.

After all, others weren’t fools—if Song Lin somehow died unexpectedly, the suspicion would clearly point in his direction.

Lu Mingyang wasn’t intent on killing Song Lin. Getting rid of him would be a trivial task.

What mattered was proving himself. Without clearing his name, Lu Mingyang feared that Song Lin’s death would cast an eternal shadow of suspicion on him.

If things played out poorly, the reputation of Rampant Soldier Techniques being inferior to Scatter Bean Heavenly Soldiers might haunt him for the rest of his days.

"Taking on a single disciple would indeed be bullying. How about all three at once?" Song Lin eyed the trio disdainfully. It was finally time to prove himself, once and for all, and silence those who doubted his victories based on rules.

It was worth mentioning that during the last Divine General’s Meeting, the theoretical framework for Rampant Soldier Methods was proposed without concepts like Taiji Thunder Seal, Five Thunder Soldiers, or Fatian Xiangdi.

The Rampant Soldier system was no longer what it used to be. It now had an advanced progression structure, from Rampant Soldiers to Five Thunder Soldiers, Yellow Turban Warriors, and Yang Thunder Captains.

"You!" One of the disciples blushed with rage upon hearing Song Lin’s disparaging remark.

At this time, the Tianjie Palace Master sent someone to mediate the situation.

"Let’s set aside this matter for now. This hall will now announce the Yin merit distribution from the battle against the Blood Prison Ghost Mansion. Killing the Blood Prison Ghost King will earn the highest merit. The Ghost King, originating from the Netherworld, is a Blood Demon. Slaying it will earn top-tier merit and a personal claim to thirty percent of the loot."

"All loot must be handed over and distributed proportionally based on Yin merits. No withholding is allowed."

"That’s enough. The Blood Prison Ghost Mansion is located in the northwest. Everyone, lead your teams toward the central area. Life and death are at your own risk!"

Hua!

After finishing, the Tianjie Palace Master disappeared along with the Ghost Soldiers.

Lu Mingyang turned and looked at his trio of disciples, saying, "You must trample that man beneath your feet."

As he spoke, he handed them a fabric pouch.

The crowd couldn’t help but secretly criticize Lu Mingyang’s shamelessness. Not only was he using a greater force to bully a weaker one, but he even handed over magic treasures.

Were three Core Formation disciples not already enough?

After passing them the magic treasure, Lu Mingyang promptly disappeared.

The location of the Blood Prison Ghost Mansion was easy to pinpoint. One could simply fly to a height of tens of thousands of feet and spot the area shrouded in dark clouds, which was the Ghost Mansion’s location.

This was a place located in a lawless zone, something the Taoist School typically had no time to deal with.

Now that things were stable, people were dispatched to resolve the lingering problems of this place.

Amid vast mountains, black clouds were as thick as ink.

Compared to the scorching sun of the outside world, this place was incomparably dark and oppressive.

Strands of black qi spiraled and danced in the air.

The black qi had discernible features, uncanny and mystical.

The source of all this black qi lay beneath the ground’s surface—a pitch-black fissure.

The fissure stretched hundreds of miles wide, with its openings shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see what lay below.

All one could see were countless streams of black qi emerging from within.

This was the Blood Prison Ghost Mansion.

Despite being referred to as the Ghost Mansion, its interior remained unseen by mortals. It was perpetually guarded by demonic qi and demons, akin to loyal guards defending a general’s residence, hence the name Blood Prison Ghost Mansion.

The Tianjie group didn’t foolishly rush into the interior but instead set up arrays around the perimeter.

Song Lin and his team were assigned to eliminate demons at the outskirts.

If they could attract the attention of the inner Ghost King, all the better.

Song Lin led his team, circling the mountain and entering the depths of the forest from the right.

With a team of nearly a hundred people, they left destruction in their wake, reducing demons to ash wherever they went.

Ahead lay a mountain gorge.

The water here was crystal clear, yet devoid of fish.

"Investigate ahead."

Song Lin instructed Guu Yuchan and the others.

"Yes!"

Hua!

Upon hearing the command, Guu Yuchan and Shan Hai led their Thunder Department disciples forward.

Boom! Boom!

Soon, endless sounds of thunder echoed from the front.

Shortly after, the group returned, carrying the severed heads of demons.

"Temple master, there were six Qi Refining demons and one Divine Establishment demon."

"Good. This place certainly holds a multitude of demons."

Song Lin marveled.

No wonder this was known as the source of the ten thousand demons of Yin Mountain.

"Let’s set up camp here and sweep through the surrounding areas afterward."

Since it was a contest of Yin merits, he planned to gather as much as he could.

While killing the Ghost King wasn’t an ambition, he certainly wouldn’t let lesser demons escape.

"Thunder Department, head west; Taoist Soldiers, move forward; Divine Medium Department, go east."

Song Lin remained at the base camp, carving out a cave mansion in the mountain wall to meditate and train, entering the narrative world for cultivation.

There was no need to rush for now as others advanced. Timing was not critical.

Back in the narrative world.

At the Upper Pure Pearl Lake.

Xing Hepu held bamboo sticks for divination.

A mountain of discarded bamboo sticks piled nearby, evidence of the sheer effort exerted.

"How goes it?" Song Lin asked.

Several years ago, Song Lin had tasked Xing Hepu with deducing the Mystical Character.

Now, nearly a decade had passed, yet progress remained elusive, showcasing the difficulty of mastering this skill.

"Just short of clarity. I’ve glimpsed a threshold," Xing Hepu replied, sweating profusely.

"Hmm, carry on."

Seeing this, Song Lin did not interfere, quietly leaving the scene.

The path to advancing the Rampant Soldier system was undoubtedly arduous.

It required extensive time for comprehension, but in the narrative world, Song Lin could emulate the process and simplify it afterward.

The current ceiling for Rampant Soldier methods was still too low.

The highest level reached was the Yang Thunder Captain, equivalent to a top-grade Spirit Official Divine General—merely within the Divine Establishment Realm.

This was why, despite Song Lin’s bold and shocking statements, others still held skeptical attitudes.

To truly convince and astonish them, stronger Taoist Soldiers needed to be developed.

For instance, in the Core Formation Realm, crafting a lower-grade Earth Official Divine General.

Xing Hepu, with his profound Taoist cultivation, employed an exhaustive method to deduce answers. In ten years, he had used billions of bamboo sticks.

Song Lin felt a faint intuition—success was imminent.

The bold remarks he made earlier were primarily rooted in the confidence brought by this ongoing research.

Unintentionally, a month passed in the narrative world—equivalent to a single day in the real world.

The vicinity had been cleansed of demons within a radius of several dozen miles.

The group pushed deeper inward, continuing their sweep.

The deeper they went, the stronger the demons became.

Injuries began to manifest within the team, though this also honed their ability to coordinate in combat.

Afterward, Song Lin refocused on his efforts in the narrative world.

Half a month later.

Boom!

Suddenly, storms erupted across the Upper Pure Immortal Realm, with thunder and lightning shaking the skies.

"It’s done! It’s done!!"

Xing Hepu’s expression turned ecstatic and manic.

Song Lin immediately flew out of his cave mansion.

Overhead, they saw a mysterious scarlet text floating in the air.

The text was formed in a three-dimensional structure, profound beyond words and explanation.

Compared to previous Mystical Characters, it was far more intricate.

Song Lin extended his Divine Thoughts to investigate the text.

Within the sea of consciousness appeared a line of information.

[Little Giant Spirit Officer]: Ten feet tall, skin like Vajra, eyes like blazing torches, strength surpassing ten thousand pounds. To refine this Spirit Official, one must coat the Taoist Soldier in Giant Spirit markings, temper them with True Fire, and ignite the Giant Spirit God Talisman. Only those who do not perish may succeed.

"Earth Official Divine General! Finally, it’s here," Song Lin exclaimed excitedly.

This equated to the cultivation of Core Formation Taoist Soldiers.

The materials required included Perfect Divine Establishment Taoist Soldiers, tempered further with True Fire and precise control of temperature.

Perhaps only Song Lin himself possessed the skill to refine a Little Giant Spirit Official.

However, having a method of refinement was sufficient; it signified a significant leap forward for Rampant Soldier techniques.

Song Lin returned to the real world and began preparing to comprehend the Mystical Character using Xing Hepu’s method.

Announcing a closed-door retreat, he instructed the group to continue hunting demons on their own.