Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 227 - 205: The Three Magic Veins Gather to Strike the Demon King Together.

Chapter 227: Chapter 205: The Three Magic Veins Gather to Strike the Demon King Together.

Real world, a hidden mountain cave.

Song Lin sat cross-legged in meditation, quietly contemplating the fifth Mystical Character (the previous text mentioned the fourth, now corrected).

Each Mystical Character required a different method of insight.

However, once mastered, reproducing them became much easier.

It was like crossing a river by stepping on stones, where every stone might appear in unexpected places.

Yet as long as you found one, reproducing it later became simple.

In less than half a day.

Song Lin once again comprehended the Mystical Character.

The refining method was already known beforehand and won’t be elaborated here.

After all, the higher the quality of materials, the greater the chance of success.

It would be best to set up a dharma altar to improve success rates.

Thinking of this, Song Lin decided to return to the Taoist Temple; after all, it wasn’t far, located on the edge of the mountain.

Moments later, Song Lin covertly returned to the Little Golden Altar Cave Heaven within the Taoist Temple.

Ever since the higher-ups of the Taoist Temple all deployed, Song Lin had sealed off the Small Cave Heaven.

After all, this Small Cave Heaven had a lifespan of only three years.

The so-called three years were not three years of natural flow.

It was three years of usage; for instance, using it for three days in the real world this month would count as three days of its lifespan.

This return was only known to very few people.

Inside the Cave Heaven was a dharma altar.

In front of the altar stood a Three-eyed Divine Man.

This was the Erlang God responsible for creating the Little Giant Spirit God Official.

Ordinary Rampant Soldiers and Taoist Soldiers were unqualified as materials for Little Giant Spirit God Officials.

The Little Giant Spirit God possessed a portion of the Immortal of Colossal Spirit’s abilities, meaning its vessel requirements were extremely high.

The advancement of the Rampant Soldier Method was incredibly strict.

The minimum materials for refining a low-grade Divine General Earth Official were top-grade Spirit Officials.

Skipping multiple levels consecutively was impossible.

"Greetings, Altar Master!"

The Erlang God bowed deeply.

"Altar Master?" It was such an old title; Song Lin had not heard it in ages.

Song Lin cast a glance at the Erlang God.

Striking in demeanor, dashing and elegant.

Accompanied by a dog, an eagle, a silver bow, and a steel blade.

This was Lord of Sichuan, the Erlang God.

He was Li Bing’s son, an heir of Can Cong, Yufu, and other kings of Shu.

He differed completely from the famous Erlang True Monarch Yang Jian.

Lord of Sichuan had an eagle, while Yang Jian possessed the Three-pointed Two-bladed Sword.

Song Lin actually felt the Lord of Sichuan Erlang God was more personable.

"Soon, I’ll refine you into a Little Giant Spirit God. Are you mentally prepared?" Song Lin said with a smile.

"I am ready, sir."

The ritual quickly commenced.

...

Mei Mountain Jungle.

The news of Song Lin leading an expedition team reached Fire Cloud’s side.

Fire Cloud stood by the clear lake, gazing at the koi fish frolicking in the waters.

Clusters of koi gathered at the lakeside, occasionally leaping like dragons to please the Taoist Realm Master.

The Three Capitals delivered their report in low tones by Fire Cloud’s ear, asking, "Should we..."

Fire Cloud gently shook her head and didn’t provide a reason: "Withdraw. The timing is not right."

Now was not the right moment.

Song Lin, that cunning man, was accompanied by Taoist Soldiers and protected by Coiled Dragons. Trying to kill him quietly without making a commotion would be impossible.

Around him, people from various jungles were present.

If their plan was exposed, who knew how much effort and resources would be required to silence everyone?

The risk was enormous. Fire Cloud chose to hold back her forces.

...

Elsewhere, Shi Yinhua led disciples in sweeping through demons.

"Command!!"

A disciple pointed his sword.

Ten streams of foxfire flew in different directions, detonating a massive boulder ahead and revealing a large serpent split in two.

This disciple only possessed late-stage Fetal Breathing cultivation, but through contracting with a Qi Refining demon fox, his cultivation greatly improved.

There were only humans present at the scene, not the demon foxes, which merely transmitted power from behind.

If the foxes followed them personally, the battle would turn into spirit pet duels.

Moreover, a single demon fox could contract multiple disciples and transmit power to all simultaneously.

This was the advantage of the Divine Medium Immortal Skill.

Shi Yinhua’s team had the highest number of Qi Refining cultivators. Besides himself and the True Demon Temple Master, there were also three contracted Qi Refining cultivators bound to Granny Huu.

Granny Huu might be a half-crippled Core Formation cultivator, but she could still release Divine Establishment-level cultivation during outbursts.

"Stop for now!"

Shi Yinhua seemed to sense something, quickly halting the team.

"What is it?" Qinghong asked.

"There’s a situation ahead."

Unintentionally, Shi Yinhua’s pupils had turned entirely white.

Yin energy could no longer hide.

Three miles ahead, yin energy was about to materialize.

The location would undoubtedly have a Great Demon.

In addition, Shi Yinhua vaguely spotted dharma spiritual light.

"Surreptitiously advance, and don’t make noise or get noticed."

Shi Yinhua shared his findings with the group.

"Understood."

Ahead stood an enormous banyan tree.

Its canopy shadowed dozens of miles, blocking sunlight below.

Among its branches dangled pale human heads.

The trunk spanned ten fathoms, and a massive human face emerged at its center.

This was the Banyan Tree Demon King.

One of Yin Mountain’s oldest Demon Kings.

Although its cultivation was only late-stage Core Formation, its Taoist Realm was shockingly profound.

The Taoist Realm encompassed spell proficiency, mana depth, Taoist Skill enlightenment, and combat experience.

Typically, the longer one lived, the more these aspects improved, measured in years.

"Gah gah!"

"Heh heh!"

The human heads laughed, flying through the air while sporadically spraying toxic mist and fireballs at the cultivators below.

Below, a woman led the group’s defensive efforts.

She wore white, and her beauty was exquisite as she performed complex hand gestures and cast numerous spells.

Flying swords, fire dragons, water dragons, Taoist Soldiers, qigong, transformation techniques—all emerged from her hands.

If Song Lin were present, he could identify many of her spells as ones she had purchased directly from him.

Behind Yun Xiao stood several comrades.

They encircled her, fighting desperately while shielding injured Taoists at the center of their formation.

"Merit Officer!! I can’t hold out much longer!!"

A nearby Taoist coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

An endless swarm of floating heads lingered overhead.

They sought not only to ward off these heads but also fend off tree branches and roots attacking from all directions.

"Hold on a little longer!"

Just as these words were spoken, a root suddenly shot up from the ground.

Like a hundred-arm snake god, it lashed toward them.

The whistling wind carried the murderous intent.

Thunk thunk!!

The tree roots shattered through layers of spells, about to strike their bodies.

Whoosh!

From an unknown corner blew a gust of white wind.

As the breeze swept through, the group saw the aggressive roots rapidly decay into dust.

This wasn’t an ordinary wind but countless strands of White Bone Yin Wind.

"Fear not, Taoists! Xuanke Temple disciples have come!"

Shi Yinhua led reinforcements to reverse the unfavorable tide, joining Yun Xiao’s group in defense.

"Thank you, fellow Taoists." Yun Xiao, her starry eyes glittering, looked around and couldn’t locate Song Lin. Her curiosity grew. "Where is Master Song? Isn’t your specialty the Taoist Soldier Method?"

"The Master is elsewhere. We are of the Divine Medium Immortal Skill..."

"Gah gah, more guests have arrived!"

Suddenly, the human face on the tree trunk spoke, its voice eerily androgynous.

Immediately, the floating heads erupted in a frenzied assault as though someone had stirred a wasp’s nest.

The group found themselves completely surrounded once more.

"This time we’ve overestimated ourselves," Shi Yinhua internally lamented.

Who could have imagined such a formidable Demon King in these outer regions?

This Demon King hadn’t even acted personally, relying merely on floating heads to gradually wear them down.

As time dragged on, casualties mounted among them. Two external cultivators fled, only to be devoured alive by the heads.

With no alternatives, Shi Yinhua desperately sent requests for aid to the other two divisions.

"Taoists, I’ve dragged you into this mess," Yun Xiao said apologetically.

"No harm done."

"Charge!"

Thunder rumbled, echoing cries of battle from the Five Thunder Soldiers across the lands.

"Corpse City Manager, disciples have arrived!"

Bang!

The tree canopy was shattered, and bolts of lightning descended.

Sunlight infiltrated the battlefield as ten cultivators riding flying swords led the charge, accompanied by thousands of Rampant Soldiers.

These were the Five Thunder Soldiers, alongside towering Yellow Turban Warriors carrying dual wind-and-fire banners.

Even several identical Erlang Gods appeared.

The Thunder Department, Divine Medium Immortal Department, Taoist Soldier Department! (Swordmen haven’t been successfully trained yet).

The three dharma veins converged to exterminate the demon.

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