Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 246 - 224 Turmoil in the Jungle, the Bitter Fruit of Fence-Sitters.

Chapter 246: Chapter 224 Turmoil in the Jungle, the Bitter Fruit of Fence-Sitters.

The Upper Immortal World.

Beside the lake near the Upper Pure Pearl.

A few people had been waiting for three months.

The group sat in a pavilion by the lakeside, while Xing Hepu was calculating something with bamboo sticks not far away.

After a long time, Xing Hepu finally put away his tools, casually conjured a teacup, and gulped down several cups of tea.

"Refreshing!!"

Wang Jiao was absent-minded and probingly asked, "Song Lin has been in seclusion for three months; can he truly break this formation?"

He couldn’t help but be doubtful. Huang Chao was now overwhelmingly powerful, even occupying Chang’an, claiming to be Emperor, and establishing the nation of Da Qi.

If this continued, Huang Chao could truly become the rightful ruler.

"Do not worry. You must believe in Song Lin," Xing Hepu said.

Zhai Qianyou narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing an intrigued expression.

The Divine Servant beside him maintained an impassive demeanor, as if indifferent to the situation.

On the contrary, Feng Ying looked eager and seemed to be wondering how her abilities would compare to Song Lin’s.

At that moment, Song Lin emerged from his seclusion, transforming into a gust of wind and appearing before everyone.

"Haha! So everyone’s here!"

"How is it?" Wang Jiao asked impatiently.

"Done!"

Song Lin disclosed the method to break the formation.

"One of Yuann Tiangang or Li Chunfeng must be stationed here. This time, we must work together to capture this person!"

Wang Jiao opened the map, feeling deeply astonished.

What was going on?

Could he break the formation merely by meditating in seclusion, without even surveying the site?

Though Wang Jiao’s Taoist Realm wasn’t as advanced as Xing Hepu’s, he could grasp a general idea of the intricacies involved.

The others, though ignorant, marveled at the feat.

"When do we set off?" Zhai Qianyou asked.

"In three days," Song Lin pondered for a moment and replied.

"Alright!"

Song Lin scanned the people around him.

He had a decent number of helpers. Li Zhan and Li Ang had just joined as Wind Heroes, exhibiting Core Formation Stage combat capabilities.

Zhai Qianyou, at the Sixth Realm’s Perfect Core Formation, lacked a Divine Dragon, meaning he could likely only utilize thirty percent of his combat potential.

Feng Ying, the Divine Servant, and Wang Jiao also had Core Formation-level strength, but their practical combat skills remained uncertain.

Song Lin didn’t hold high hopes for Wang Jiao.

This world lacked the same combativeness as the Real World, where every magic vein practitioner had at least one or two effective killing moves and was fairly adept at them.

But in this world, many cultivators wouldn’t encounter such strong opposition environments in their entire lives, meaning their battle experience was likely lacking.

Thus, Wang Jiao and the Divine Servant worried Song Lin the most.

Zhai Qianyou also posed a concern.

Based on his calculations, out of his companions, only Feng Ying seemed reliably usable.

With this thought, Song Lin took out Cangyu and Baiyu.

Under the crowd’s shocked gaze, the two jade pendants transformed into a five-zhang Coiled Dragon and a ten-zhang one-legged Kui Dragon.

"Is this... a dragon?"

Zhai Qianyou asked in astonishment.

"Exactly, you guessed right," Song Lin answered.

Ever since leaving the previous world, the Coiled Dragon had shrunk back to its five-zhang size, losing its Vajra Body and the Yimu Formation.

"Could the Divine Dragon be nurtured to a hundred-zhang size?" Song Lin asked.

If it reached one hundred zhang, it might ascend to the level of a Dao Artifact.

Since Zhai Qianyou specialized in nurturing dragons, entrusting the two to him seemed feasible.

Should he discover a more effective dragon-nurturing technique, it would provide outstanding benefits for the Real World upon retrofitting.

"I’ll give it a try. But I’ll need Dragon Nourishing Medicine—no idea if its ingredients still exist in the current age," Zhai Qianyou said.

"I might be able to create it," the Divine Servant suddenly interjected.

He cultivated the Stone-to-Gold Technique, which wasn’t simply about crafting gold but involved transforming one type of material into another.

"That works too."

"Then three days later, we set off," Song Lin ordered.

Three days later.

Caozhou.

This was the place where Emperor Huang Chao of Da Qi rose to power.

It was also the main base of the rebel army.

Even after seizing Chang’an, Huang Chao had stationed thirty thousand elite troops and five thousand beast-headed, human-bodied demons here to guard Caozhou.

Caozhou City was perpetually shrouded in darkness; the sky was as ink-like and deep as the abyss. Heavy dark clouds loomed, seemingly pressing down on the city.

The city was saturated with demonic aura, devoid of any living souls apart from Armored Soldiers and demons.

The residences lay vacant, enshrouded in dust, with faint bloodstains discernible on the ground upon closer inspection.

In the center of the city, eight blood pools—each one-zhang wide—stood ominously.

The pools perpetually bubbled and emitted a thick, pungent stench of blood, occasionally erupting with sprays of blood, giving rise to demonic shadows that ascended into the sky before vanishing.

This was the core of the Demonic Lord’s Array of Gathering Yin Tribulation Fortune, responsible for resurrecting all demons through the eight blood pools.

In a mountain cave outside the city, Li Chunfeng was meditating with closed eyes.

Beside him stood Ghost Soldiers and Mountain Demon Ghost Gods, summoned via the Summoning Technique, guarding his physical body.

In Li Chunfeng’s view, the world was composed of countless lines. These lines formed rune-like arrays that perfectly integrated the surrounding mountains, rivers, forests, molten earth, five metals, and more within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The array was simply flawless.

Li Chunfeng was stationed here not only to maintain the array but also to lure the snake from its lair.

He had foreseen someone would attempt to damage the array, so he was waiting for them to take the bait.

Boom!

Suddenly, a weak point in the array exploded.

The ground shook violently, opening horrifying cracks into the abyss.

Demonic Qi scattered, and the Ten Thousand Demons wailed.

In Chang’an, the ten thousand demonic soldiers guarding the city suddenly emitted anguished cries before crumbling into fragments.

With these powerful demonic soldiers destroyed, Huang Chao was reduced to an ordinary peasant rebellion leader, and his empire collapsed in an instant.

At the same time, Li Ang and Li Zhan transformed into Wind Swords, slaughtering their way forward, leaving Chang’an’s chaotic troops on the brink of annihilation.

Even the cultivators and magicians surrounding Huang Chao couldn’t withstand the pair’s sharp treasure swords.

Meanwhile, back in Caozhou.

At the moment the array shattered, Li Chunfeng suddenly rose, his expression shifting from shock to fury.

"What?"

"They dare destroy my array!"

Li Chunfeng stared toward the purple mist fifty Li away.

The purple mist’s advance dissolved random troops into pools of ichor.

Li Chunfeng stepped forward, and overhead, the Seven Stars of Beidou shimmered brightly, casting seven dazzling beams of starlight.

Roar!

Suddenly, two dragon roars echoed.

The Coiled Dragon and Kui Dragon burst forth from the earth to confront the starlight head-on.

The Kui Dragon hauled two mountain peaks.

Boom! Boom!

Three beams of starlight struck the mountain peaks, shattering them into debris.

The remaining four beams landed on the Coiled Dragon, only to be deflected by its impenetrable armor.

More beams of starlight rained down shortly after.

On the other side, the coordinated group that had destroyed the array regrouped.

"Li Chunfeng is here. Stall him for a while, and I’ll finish this swiftly!"

Song Lin declared.

If they delayed further, Yuann Tiangang might also arrive.

"Understood!" Feng Ying responded.

The group transformed into streams of light, rushing toward Li Chunfeng’s hideout.

With the addition of the two dragons, Zhai Qianyou’s combat potential increased considerably.

Wang Jiao and Xing Hepu employed techniques to obscure the Heavenly Mechanism, preventing Yuann Tiangang from providing support in time.

Feng Ying wrapped herself in demonic mist, drifting like a ghost.

Zhai Qianyou stood on the Coiled Dragon.

Li Chunfeng clashed with the two immediately, exchanging dozens of strikes.

Li Chunfeng summoned starlight from the Beidou and unleashed the lethal Taibai Red Killing Wind from his gourd, both being astoundingly powerful.

The two ancient hidden immortals couldn’t get close to him.

Feng Ying was secretly shocked. This man was actually at the Sixth Realm and even stronger than Cui Qianyou.

Could Song Lin truly handle him?

At that moment, noticing a flaw in the duo’s defenses, Li Chunfeng unleashed two streaks of starlight with chilling killing intent directly at their heads.

"Not good!"

Feng Ying’s pupils contracted as she prepared to meet her demise.

Just then, the sky dimmed.

The group looked up, only to behold an enormous divine statue.

The statue shimmered golden all over, resembling the legendary Erlang God.

Half of its colossal body towered above the clouds, its golden surface reflecting the radiant sunlight.

"This..."

Zhai Qianyou and Feng Ying were dumbfounded. Was this the manifestation of Song Lin’s power?

Indeed, this was the Little Giant Spirit God Method Heaven and Earth, summoned by Song Lin by sacrificing all his mana and Taoist Soldiers.

Its strength was equivalent to Perfect Core Formation, the Sixth Realm!

Now it was Li Chunfeng’s turn to lose composure.

Was this a Heavenly Court General?

"Attack!!"

Erlang God roared, its sound waves shattering the starlight.

Then, it drew its bow and fired an arrow.

Boom!

As if a pillar of stone, the arrow struck Li Chunfeng.

...

While Song Lin battled fiercely in the story world.

The forest was undergoing great turmoil.

The temple masters of three Taoist Temples mysteriously died, and eight others declared a change in leadership.

Within a month, the Fire Cloud sect had overpowered twelve temples.

Now, only Chaozhen Temple remained among the neutral forces.

At this moment, inside Chaozhen Temple, its Taoist gathered everyone for a meeting.

"Master, the other temples either perished or were severely crippled. What should we do?"

The Three Capitals representative lamented with a crestfallen face indicating imminent disaster.

Chaozhen Taoist’s hair was disheveled, entirely devoid of his former immortal aura.

He anxiously tugged at his beard, yanking out several strands in the process.

Chaozhen Taoist felt bitter inside.

No one supported him, nor did he have any solid backing.

Others either mocked him coldly or waited to drink his blood and eat his flesh.

Now he was finally experiencing the bitter consequences of being a fence-sitter.

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