Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 249 - 227: Divine Weapon Descends, Ghost Nurturing Magic Vein

Chapter 249: Chapter 227: Divine Weapon Descends, Ghost Nurturing Magic Vein

The clouds.

A hundred thousand Rampant Soldiers were lined up in neat rows, their momentum soaring like a rainbow, their divine armor blotting out the sun.

Zhao Wuji stood atop the clouds alongside a massive Ghost King resembling a grotesque infant.

"Eight counties. The surrounding eight counties are all under the jurisdiction of Xuanke Temple."

Zhao Wuji gazed coldly at the expanse below.

The eight counties housed over two million people, all under Xuanke Temple’s control.

The same scene as after the Dragon Abyss Conference.

In just a few decades, this number would undoubtedly double.

Five million people, coupled with thirty thousand square miles of expansive land—it was enough to make anyone covetously greedy.

Zhao Wuji dreamed of taking their place.

The honor of Rampant Soldier Ancestor should belong to me!!

Zhao Wuji roared inwardly like a mad beast.

Song Lin had done nothing but create a few advanced types of Rampant Soldiers.

These upgraded types were only marginally stronger, at best reaching the Divine Establishment Period.

But Zhao Wuji now had seven Core Formation Stage Rampant Soldiers, crafted by refining collected Ghost Kings from the outside world through the Rampant Soldier Skill, though not ordinary soldiers.

"Mr. Chen, I plan to split my forces: lead twenty thousand troops to attack seven other Taoist temples, while the remainder converges to assault Xuanke Temple. What do you think?"

"Fine," Chen Cheng responded.

Looking at the bustling Shanyin County town not far away, the Evil Baby Ghost King licked its lips with a look of insatiable greed.

"Kill!"

The Evil Baby Ghost King emitted a bone-chilling, cackling laugh and suddenly plunged downward.

Meanwhile, green mist sprayed forth from its body, forming clouds that descended ominously.

Zhao Wuji split his soldiers and advanced, leaving behind eighty thousand Rampant Soldiers who also stormed toward the town.

"Demons!"

"Help!"

The Rampant Soldiers laughed savagely, skewering a woman with a spear. Two other soldiers dismembered her and feasted voraciously on her remains on the spot.

The Evil Baby Ghost King was even more heinous, opening its mouth wide to inhale, drawing dozens of people directly into its gaping maw.

Within moments, countless lives perished in the county city.

Assaulting the mountain temple proved laborious and unrewarding; prior preparation incited Zhao Wuji to understand that Xuanke Temple treated its civilians well—seeing them slaughter townsfolk in such numbers, the temple’s forces were bound to intervene.

Once they came forth, Zhao Wuji planned to engage them in battle.

This was a flawless strategy.

"Haha! Kill more!"

Zhao Wuji reveled in the carnage.

Why not destroy the city entirely and relish watching Song Lin weep bitterly?

The city’s civilian residents never imagined their tormentors were not demons but high-ranking cultivators from the wilderness.

This was the nature of the world.

The Taoist Schools claimed to protect civilians and were revered by them.

However, due to ideological rifts among Taoist Schools, forest practitioners, and even factions of differing magic veins, the treatment of civilians varied greatly within each temple’s territory: some were raised like livestock, others were regarded as renewable cultivation resources.

The attitudes toward other regions’ civilians were even more disparate.

Overall, it was a realm of utter chaos.

Boom!

A thunderbolt suddenly streaked across the sky.

The lightning struck the ranks, instantly blowing Rampant Soldiers to pieces.

A barrage of golden spears descended like rain, targeting the Evil Baby Ghost King.

It turned out Shi Yinhua and allies had come to slay the invaders.

Originally, they intended to dispatch someone to notify the temple master; however, Zhao Wuji was too insidious and despicable, leaving them no choice but to personally intervene.

Wang Ziyue led the Five Thunder Soldiers into skirmishes against ten thousand Rampant Soldiers.

No sooner had both sides clashed than Zhao Wuji noticed something amiss.

"What kind of soldiers are these?"

Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise.

Rampant Soldiers were mostly savage and monstrous in appearance, yet these troops resembled normal human versions of such soldiers.

A mere ten thousand or so could rival his eighty thousand Rampant Soldiers and seven Core Formation Generals.

No matter how ferociously he attacked, they couldn’t break through the Innate Eight Diagram Array.

Meanwhile, Shi Yinhua transformed into the towering White Bone Demon God.

The hundred-foot-tall White Bone Demon God, accompanied by a White Fox, rushed at the Evil Baby Ghost King.

Through the Divine Medium and other secret techniques like Fatian Xiangdi, Shi Yinhua forcibly enhanced his mana and elevated his combat strength to the Core Formation Stage.

Under siege from Shi Yinhua and Chaozhen, the situation finally stabilized.

But given the outnumbered opposition, as time passed, a gap was forged in the Innate Eight Diagram Array, and even the Ten Erlang Gods struggled against Zhao Wuji’s seven Core Formation Ghost Generals.

Chaos descended into unbridled warfare.

Combats raged across the heavens and the earth, vibrant streams of spells and spiritual lights dazzling the senses.

The Rampant Soldiers below killed scores of innocents.

The Taoist disciples and resident Taoists safeguarding the temple watched helplessly.

Among them stood Xiao Xuan.

Having just entered the sensing stage, Xiao Xuan controlled merely ten Rampant Soldiers.

Upon hearing the name of his nemesis Zhao Wuji, Xiao Xuan’s eyes burned with fury.

Gazing upon the civilians below, he approached the gate-guarding Taoist and said:

"Master Taoist, please allow me to descend and slay the enemy!"

"Master Taoist, I wish to fight too!"

The disciples one by one requested permission.

The majority of disciples were locals of Shanyin County; their parents and siblings might be among the casualties, propelling them into a state of desperation.

The Taoist pondered briefly.

"Two hundred of you shall join me in descending to slay the demons!"

"Me!"

"I’ll go as well!"

In the past, such a scene was inconceivable within Xuanke Temple.

It wasn’t long before two hundred disciples followed the remaining Taoists down the mountain into Shanyin County to wage battle.

While Shanyin town faltered under its attackers, other counties led by Guu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge initiated counteroffensives.

However, as Shi Yinhua and allies succumbed to their defeat, things similarly unraveled for their side.

Inside Xuanke Temple, within the Little Golden Altar Cave Heaven.

Song Lin finally emerged from seclusion.

He strode forth from the golden gates of the Little Golden Altar Cave Heaven.

Song Lin extended his right hand, revealing a half-transparent azure divine sword floating on his palm.

This was the Wind Sword, swift as the breeze, capable of traveling across hundreds of miles in an instant.

"Temple master!"

Suddenly, a disciple rushed over hurriedly and explained the situation.

"Zhao Wuji?"

Song Lin flicked his finger, causing the Wind Sword to vanish. He hadn’t heard of that old dog in ages, and today the wretch had come barging through his gates.

Was this an independent venture, or was Fire Cloud behind it?

The latter seemed the likelier possibility.

"I understand now. You may leave."

With his divine skills perfected, this was the perfect moment to test his blade.

...

Bang!

Elsewhere, the Innate Eight Diagram Array completely disintegrated.

Though Zhao Wuji lost fifty thousand troops, he ultimately annihilated all Taoist Soldiers.

"Where is your temple master? Don’t tell me he’s hiding like a turtle! Let him come out and test the sharpness of my divine weapon!"

Zhao Wuji felt thrillingly triumphant.

The seven Ghost Generals surged forth together, poised to obliterate Wang Ziyue and his allies.

Concurrently, the Evil Baby Ghost King expelled waves of pitch-black Ghost Fire, decimating Shi Yinhua’s dharma body and Chaozhen’s Primordial Spirit.

"Haha, what a joke!"

"Is Song Lin still in hiding?" Chaozhen regretted his choices—had he known this, he wouldn’t have allied with Song Lin.

Buzz!

A howling sound echoed in the distance.

Everyone instinctively looked skyward.

Across the horizon, stars sparkled magnificently, shooting meteors raining down—a brilliant cascade of radiance filling the heavens.

This was no typical meteor shower; it was a deluge of Sword Qi.

The Sword Qi roared like a tempest, hurtling into the Rampant Soldiers’ ranks and shredding the remaining tens of thousands to pieces.

"Zhao Wuji, curious to meet my Taoist Soldiers?"

"What?"

Unease surged within Zhao Wuji.

Boom!

Descending from the clouds was a massive golden hand.

Crunch!

The golden hand snatched up the seven Ghost Generals and applied slight pressure, inexorably crushing them into oblivion.

At the same instant, another golden hand wielding the Wind Sword Heavenly Sword stabbed toward the Evil Baby Ghost King, accompanied by resounding thunder.

"Yinhua!"

"Chaozhen!"

The two reacted instantly, summoning the last of their mana to block the Evil Baby’s escape.

"No!!"

In the Evil Baby Ghost King’s eyes, the Spirit Sword steadily expanded in view.

Plunk!

The hundred-foot Heavenly Sword pierced through its skull, while thunder inundated its brain from inside out, obliterating its spirit into nothingness.

Gazing at the titanic Divine General, two thousand feet tall and over a dozen times larger than the Evil Baby, Zhao Wuji’s face betrayed despair.

Quickly, the Little Giant Spirit General struck back.

"Master Taoist, save me!"

Zhao Wuji could only yell this before calamity descended.

Bang!

A massive palm crashed downward—at the last moment, an intense crimson flame whisked Zhao Wuji away.

"Hmm?"

Inside the temple, gazing at the scorched hole burned into his Divine General’s hand, Song Lin furrowed his brows.

Was that Fire Cloud’s doing?

This figure must not be underestimated; few could display such formidable power to harm the Little Giant Spirit God’s hand.

With the dharma image dissipating, Song Lin transformed into a gust of wind to meet Shi Yinhua and the others.

Zhao Wuji escaped; Chen Cheng perished.

"Temple master triumphs!"

"Temple master’s divine skill is unmatched!"

The Taoists from Xuanke Temple and Chaozhen Temple cheered fervently; many were witnessing Song Lin’s action for the first time—and it was as awe-inspiring as rumored.

Even Chaozhen was left speechless, stunned for long moments.

Was this the same boy from the past, now so powerful?

The Ghost King’s residual essence transformed into thousands of ghost infants, now ravaging the city.

These ghost infants were far more fearsome than ordinary fierce ghosts.

Extermination could take ages.

"Yinhua, dispatch a team to eradicate the ghost infants..."

"Temple master..." Shi Yinhua hesitated briefly, looking at the throngs of ghost infants with a flicker of compassion in his eyes:

"These ghost infants are pitiable. Temple master, I have a solution—let us employ our Divine Medium Immortal skill vein to nurture them, gradually dissipating their malice. Meanwhile, we can borrow their strength."

"Ghost Nurturing, huh? Fine, handle it yourself."

The grievances of these ghost infants are immense; whatever calamity Chen Cheng committed was beyond comprehension.

If they were directly eradicated, the lingering yin energy and resentment could result in years of infertility among Shanyin County’s population. Letting Shi Yinhua and others pacify them might be better.

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