Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 37: Shadowing, Demon Transformation Technique (Please Follow)

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Shadowing, Demon Transformation Technique (Please Follow)

The crowd saw crimson light soaring and sword energy clashing.

In an instant, Li Xuan perished on the spot.

Such a sudden turn of events left everyone present in shock and unable to react.

"How dare you kill someone right before my eyes!"

Chi Yang formed a hand gesture, sending two fiery tongues out from his green sleeves, brimming with a chilling killing intent.

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Song Lin finally dropped his act, his right palm clenched as Red Dragon True Qi converged into a crimson dragon within his palm, followed by a thunderous punch.

Boom!

The crimson dragon collided with the fiery tongues, scattering flames everywhere. The bystanders recoiled several steps in fright.

"So strong!" Lin Yang muttered to himself, now viewing Song Lin in a new light.

Where did this kid get his Red Dragon Technique?

Chi Yang unleashed several waves of blistering flames, all effortlessly neutralized by Song Lin.

"My turn now!" Song Lin said nonchalantly as he activated the Dragon Control Technique, stepping forward and instantly spanning ten zhang.

Chi Yang’s vision blurred for a moment, then he felt a wooden sword pressed against his neck — the man was standing right in front of him.

"Even a prodigy is only so-so!"

Song Lin chuckled.

Though both of their Taoist Realms were at the fetal breath stage, perhaps Chi Yang’s was slightly superior, but Song Lin was a seasoned monster with a hundred years of battle experience.

As long as the gap in cultivation wasn’t too vast, he was confident in his ability to kill.

"Haha, off I go!"

Song Lin leaped into the air.

Flying above the scorching waters of the Netherworld River, the river’s water resembled searing hot oil, making flight exceedingly difficult, as steaming oil droplets occasionally splashed upward.

Fortunately, with the protection of the Red Scale Skill, he was shielded from the burning liquid; otherwise, death would have been inevitable.

The passage this time was far more treacherous. Earlier, during the first trial, nearly half of Chaozhen Temple’s disciples perished on the spot.

Watching Song Lin’s retreating figure, Chi Yang’s expression shifted between gloom and hesitation, but ultimately, he backed down.

The crowd stared in astonishment.

One of the Three Heroes, Chi Yang, had been defeated.

"Was it overconfidence?" Shi Yinhua muttered to himself.

Overhead.

The disputes among those below were all visible to the observing temple masters above.

"Jiuyou Taoist, your disciples seem quite discordant," Master Chaozhen teased.

Jiuyou furrowed his brow; conflicts among members of Taoist Temples weren’t uncommon.

Such things were usually conducted in secret; even if noticed, they were often ignored.

After all, cultivating was competitive by nature — rivals weren’t just adversaries but also companions in one’s journey of cultivation.

Yet Song Lin openly employing a killing blow like this was a first.

Of course, what was even more surprising was that his strength rivaled that of the Three Heroes.

At that moment, a disciple from Chaozhen Temple approached Song Lin.

"Haha, this is my prized disciple, Lu Zhen, skilled in the Shadow Following Skill. Your disciple will serve well as his stepping stone."

Below, Song Lin had yet to realize someone was standing behind him.

The Shadow Following Skill allowed one to trail another like a feather on their body, rendering it difficult to detect.

At this moment, Lu Zhen leveraged Song Lin’s presence.

If Song Lin could cross, Lu Zhen could follow.

Others noticed the scene but, having no ties to Song Lin, chose not to alert him.

Song Lin suddenly felt an itch behind him.

He swiftly turned his head, finding nothing there.

Lu Zhen had already shifted into Song Lin’s blind spot.

Watching Song Lin glance around cluelessly, Lu Zhen couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

In the middle of the Netherworld River, it wasn’t time to strike just yet. If Song Lin fell into the river, Lu Zhen would suffer as well.

Chi Yang still pursued from behind, certainly offering no warning.

Lin Yang also noticed the figure behind Song Lin and wanted to warn him, but the distance was too great to exert any meaningful effort.

At this moment, Song Lin was on the verge of reaching the shore.

The trials were deadly; however, with counteracting techniques, they weren’t impossible to overcome.

After all, this was a challenge designed for Taoist disciples.

Even mastering flight techniques alone established a significant advantage.

Behind Song Lin, Lu Zhen’s face turned sinister.

In his hand appeared a Divine Token engraved with a bird figure.

The technique was called the thunderbird spell, capable of emitting a thundering roar to disrupt a person’s Heart God.

At this crucial moment.

Song Lin abruptly turned his head, his lips curling into a grin: "So it’s you!!"

Whoosh!

The wooden sword streaked through the air, accompanied by two sinuous and ferocious dragon-shaped Qigong blasts.

They were so fast that there was no time to respond.

"Taoist, don’t attack! I’m merely borrowing your presence!"

Lu Zhen pleaded in panic.

He had no defense, and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to evade such a swift flying sword.

The sword, guided by the Red Dragon Flying Star Skill, was nearly as formidable as the Righteous Sect’s flying swords.

Slash!

One stroke severed his head; the Qigong obliterated his body.

Lu Zhen’s mangled corpse fell into the boiling oil below, quickly charring to black.

Song Lin landed firmly.

Many knew Lu Zhen, and watching him be instantly killed left the crowd stunned, including Chi Yang, who had approached Song Lin yet felt his aura diminish.

If Chi Yang’s earlier defeat could perhaps be attributed to luck, this time it was an undeniable display of strength.

Talents from other temples watched Song Lin intently, their eyes alight with battle fervor.

Such swift swordsmanship, such powerful Red Dragon True Qi.

They were itching to test themselves against him.

Meanwhile.

Jiuyou Taoist glanced at the livid-faced Master Chaozhen beside him, feigning concern: "What’s wrong, Chaozhen Taoist? Feeling unwell?"

Earlier, boasting about his disciple, he couldn’t have anticipated the scene that followed — his prodigy slain by another’s hand.

Reflecting on this, Jiuyou Taoist couldn’t help but feel a hint of admiration for Song Lin.

Not only was he formidable, but he had also brought honor to Jiuyou Taoist’s faction.

Killing a mere nameless disciple could be forgiven.

Song Lin’s concerns were casually brushed aside by the temple master.

The Three Passes Conference continued in full swing.

Only the final trial remained: Fire Sea Hell.

Above the sky, beneath the earth, the view was consumed by fire.

The flames glowed crimson like blood, distorting the air with their infernal heat.

The True Demon Temple’s Taoist was the first to step in. He let out a booming roar, his eyes releasing a blood-red gleam, while his pupils shifted to a eerie green hue.

"Ahhhh!!"

The disciple’s body swelled, his skin cracking like blooming roses, from which palm-sized pitch-black scales began emerging.

Blood poured everywhere; the air reeked of intense iron, with onlookers gazing at the grotesque, fully-scaled creature in sheer disgust.

Even Song Lin hadn’t anticipated that such a Demon Transformation Technique existed in the world.

Though he possessed scales himself, his were artificial.

The monster entered the fire sea first.

Xuan Ke’s Shi Yinhua followed closely behind. He appeared normal, a faint layer of eerie green yin energy cloaked his body, repelling the surrounding flames.

This final trial had no shortcuts; success was entirely reliant on one’s realm.

After two trials, only one-third of participants remained.

This last trial could cause another drop of one-third.

Standing at the brink, Song Lin began to adjust his Heart God. With each breath, his body radiated crimson light, solidifying into scales.

Finally, he proceeded into the fiery depths alongside the others.

"Hmm, an interesting technique,"

Observing the scales on Song Lin’s body, Jiuyou Taoist expressed faint surprise.

However, the technique wasn’t overly powerful, so he didn’t pay it much heed — perhaps it was merely some fortuitous chance acquired by a disciple.

Jiuyou Taoist did a quick tally; the Taoist disciples in this round performed fairly well — among fifty participants, at least twelve seemed likely to pass.

The first place was likely to be contested between Shi Yinhua and True Demon Temple disciple.

With this thought, Jiuyou Taoist no longer paid attention to Song Lin.

Boom!

An unexpected commotion erupted as explosions rippled through the fire sea.

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