Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 51 Netherworld Yellow Spring Evil Ghost Body!

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 Netherworld Yellow Spring Evil Ghost Body!

Wherever Song Lin went, there was always a pair of eerie green eyes watching him.

The owner of those eyes was none other than Wude.

This was the Hundred-Eyed Divine Power, which, once mastered, could survey every corner within hundreds of miles without exception.

After confirming Song Lin’s location, deep inside the Xuanke Temple, within a dimly lit Taoist Temple.

A burly man in purple sat cross-legged, his bronzed skin covered in small hollows—these were the dwellings of the eyeballs.

Through his green eyes, Wude could monitor Song Lin’s movements without stepping outside his temple.

At this moment, he opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned an unsettling shade of green.

Wude walked into a dark and damp basement.

The basement was lined with dozens of bloodstained black altars.

At the center of the black altars lay a desiccated corpse with yellowish-brown skin.

The corpse was bald, with skin resembling dried bark, its dense green corpse qi suffusing the entire chamber.

This was Wude’s secret treasure—a Corpse Arhat refined from the corpse of a Buddhist monk. Resistant to blades and fire, it was further endowed with the elusive Divine Footwork, allowing it to move like a shadow and rival the strength of a centennial corpse.

Wude bit the tip of his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the brow of the dried corpse.

Then he released a stream of green Corrupt Corpse True Qi, causing the dried corpse to rapidly swell like an inflating balloon.

Whoosh!

Wude transformed into green smoke, entering the corpse through its seven orifices.

The dried corpse opened its cloudy eyes before sinking into the ground, using the Earth Escape Technique to vanish in silence.

Elsewhere, Song Lin had just finished a transaction with a vendor and was preparing to leave the Ghost Market.

He stepped through a dense forest, aligning himself toward a tree, and forcefully collided with it.

Crash!

Song Lin’s figure materialized outside the city.

The Ghost Market belonged to no specific faction; nearly every town had a similar Ghost Market.

Likewise, there were numerous entrances and exits.

Song Lin strolled amidst the woods at a slow pace.

Not far away, a green eyeball fixated on his every move.

Underground, the Corpse Arhat advanced swiftly, moving as effortlessly as a fish in water.

It used the eyes in the sky to keep track of Song Lin.

Such caution to deal with a mere Taoist disciple showed how highly they valued this target.

Soon, Song Lin was approaching overhead.

Boom!

The Corpse Arhat burst out from the earth, opening its blood-stained maw to unleash a dark red, liver-like tongue entwined with bluish-green veins.

The tongue split into dozens of tendrils, each flexible yet firm, stabbing toward Song Lin’s limbs and dantian.

This technique, known as Lotus Blossoming Tongue, was characteristic of Wude’s viciousness. Though Lord Wuj Ji had instructed him to leave the target alive, Wude intended to cripple Song Lin’s cultivation and limbs with his initial attack.

Thud!

The tendrils pierced Song Lin’s limbs, but the expected scene of blood spraying everywhere didn’t occur; instead, a sizzling noise echoed.

The cloak shredded, revealing a paper effigy inside.

"A paper effigy? Not good!"

Wude’s instincts flared with alarm as two fiery tongues suddenly whipped toward him from the sides, exploding violently against his chest.

The Corpse Arhat’s body was impervious to fire and water, but the sheer force of the blasts sent it flying backward.

The assault didn’t stop there—Six Yang Sword Talismans whistled through the air.

This time, Wude managed to react in time, barely dodging the attack, though the searing flames left a charred mark across his face.

From the treetops in the distance, a shadowy figure hovered.

"Qi Refinement? You’re actually at Qi Refinement!!"

Wude’s face transformed in shock.

No wonder his presence had been detected. He had mistaken Song Lin for a Taoist disciple and thus ventured too close; had he known his opponent was at Qi Refinement, he would’ve kept his distance.

"So it’s you."

Song Lin spoke as he launched two more streams of fire, directing the Six Yang Sword Talisman to slice through the air.

The flames struck the Corpse Arhat but only left faint white marks on it.

"Qi Refinement, so what? You haven’t refined your True Qi yet, have you? Only a year into Qi Refinement, you must have encountered great fortune—haha, I’ll gladly take it for myself!"

Greed flashed across Wude’s eyes as he exhaled a burst of Corrupt Corpse True Qi, sending an eerie green mist spreading outward. Anything it touched dissolved into sludge instantly.

"Hmm?" Song Lin unleashed ten Avoiding Filth Talismans, their golden light dispelling the mist. He didn’t retreat; instead, he flew forward empowered by Red Dragon True Qi.

The Avoiding Filth Talismans repelled evil qi, while the fire spells—especially those enhanced by the Heavenly Lady City Breaking Skill—worked similarly.

Though his cultivation was lower than Wude’s, Song Lin’s techniques perfectly neutralized his True Qi.

The two clashed for several rounds, causing Wude to grow increasingly alarmed. "What kind of Taoist Skill is this?"

The Taoist Skill was so dignified and overwhelming, unlike anything from the Holy Might Taoist School.

Song Lin remained silent, relentlessly pursuing him, directing the Six Yang Sword Talisman from all imaginable angles.

The fight took them soaring into the air and scraping across the ground.

The Corpse Arhat frequently burrowed underground.

With years of experience, Wude finally pinpointed a flaw in Song Lin’s defenses.

"Die!!"

Wude roared furiously as the corpse became covered in bizarre ghost patterns, sprouting a pitch-black horn atop its head and growing sharp fangs. Its body expanded to three zhang in height.

Bam!

The talisman swords struck its body without leaving a trace.

Just as it raised its hand to crush Song Lin’s skull.

Bam!

Song Lin had already withdrawn a mirror.

Golden light struck Wude’s chest, leaving a charred crater. Simultaneously, the bronze mirror reflected his entire figure.

"How..." Wude froze in place, terror etched into his face. A Magic Artifact! And not just any—a high-tier one. Why was it only being used now?

Several more golden rays descended.

The Taiyin Bone Mirror revealed its power for the first time in this world.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Wude’s body became unrecognizable.

The Six Yang Sword Talisman sliced through the air with shrill blasts, its fiery tail closing on Wude’s brow.

"You can’t kill me! I’m..."

"This is a Ghost Market!" Song Lin replied coldly.

Boom!

The sword pierced through his skull, detonating Wude’s entire corpse.

From gaining the upper hand to perishing, the entire sequence took no more than three breaths’ time.

Song Lin had hidden his strength well. He knew that once he revealed his trump card, failure meant certain death.

Thus, he spent the fight luring Wude into exposing weaknesses.

It was nothing short of dancing on a blade’s edge, but Song Lin was confident. He had over two centuries of combat experience—and the Taoist Skill of a mythical, supernatural world.

Song Lin stepped forward and searched the corpse, discovering a Qiankun Cloth Bag. He casually rummaged through it, pocketing a few bottles of pills and a dozen dharma coins.

He then burned Wude’s body into ashes.

This area was close to the Ghost Market; someone would surely come to investigate the commotion.

The treasures could lure them in while also leaving a trace.

Returning to the secret chamber.

Song Lin emptied the contents of the Qiankun Cloth Bag, scattering them with a clatter.

Most items consisted of human bones and Demon Cores exuding a strong stench of blood, three Feather Transformation Pills, several bottles of unidentified liquid, over twenty dharma coins, a Grand Commissioner Talisman, and seven or eight books.

"’Refining Soul Technique,’ ’Hundred-Eyed Technique,’ ’Self-Cultivation Corpse Method,’ hmm? And ’Peace Xuanke Refining True Qi Technique’—none of these can be kept..."

All of them were Qi Refinement-level techniques.

These were not suitable. They belonged to the Taoist Temple.

If cultivated, they would surely draw attention.

"Though, they might be viable in the Moon Cultivation World," Song Lin mused.

Initially worried about exposing his abilities, he now had a refining True Qi method, allowing him to remain hidden for a while longer.

Wude had just died, and the Taoist Temple wouldn’t overlook any clue. Taoist disciples drew little attention; if he revealed himself now, the risk would still be too great.

At the very least, he needed to wait a few days for the chaos to settle.

As for the moon, delaying entry wasn’t a problem—his body could endure for now.

"Hmm?"

Amid the scattered items, Song Lin noticed a jade scroll.

"Netherworld Yellow Spring Evil Ghost Body!"

[Netherworld Yellow Spring Evil Ghost Body]: The Ghost Body possesses unparalleled Ghost Power, requiring cultivators to comprehend on their own, achieving several-fold cultivation enhancement.

Requirements: Inscribe the True King Seal of the Ghost Country on thunderstruck wood, carve the Taihe Ghost Pattern into one’s body, swallow the King Seal, bathe in ghost blood, endure the Nine Nether Yin Wind, cleanse with Netherworld Blood Water, and suffer daily agony to acquire this form.

This technique was precisely what Wude had used earlier in their fight.

Its power was undeniable. If not for Song Lin using the Bone Mirror to immobilize him during the transformation, he would have already died.

This method didn’t appear to belong to the Taoist Temple, but it was extremely dangerous with real-world risks.

"I’ve got it!" Song Lin suddenly had an idea.

He would transfer these perilous and brutal techniques into the Moon Cultivation World.

Since his body there was a mere illusion, he didn’t fear any lasting side effects; increasing his cultivation was all that mattered.

If he followed normal cultivation practices, his strength would at best match seven wizards.

These savage and fast techniques would allow him to gain unparalleled power in a short time.

The Taoist Skills from the Otherworld conferred him an advantage here, so why shouldn’t the techniques of this world offer the same advantage in the Otherworld?

He could also test them out: if useful, he would then cultivate them in reality.

Unlike others, he had countless attempts to get it right.

After all, relying solely on Otherworld techniques would eventually arouse suspicion.

"Demons, I’ll be more ruthless than you, and let you taste the Taoist Skills of another world..."

Song Lin chuckled grimly.

By severing the bonds of karma, he could flee without worrying about consequences.