Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 66: Altar Temple World, Inverted Statue

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Altar Temple World, Inverted Statue

A flying sword tore through the air.

It aimed straight at the head of the Medicine Dragon.

At the critical moment, the Medicine Dragon had no choice but to abandon its attack on the crowd.

A man in a green robe appeared at the entrance—it was none other than Song Lin, who had been asked to leave moments ago.

"Why are you here?" the Medicine Dragon asked. "Didn’t you leave earlier?"

"If I had left, how would I have lured you out?"

At this moment, the burly man in purple deeply regretted his actions.

Truly, he had failed to recognize Taishan before his very eyes. Surely the immortal’s late appearance was deliberate, a means to chastise them.

The man looked down at his soaked pants and let out a bitter laugh. It wasn’t his cowardice—facing such a massive, man-eating centipede, anyone would crumble.

"Hmph, you bully me too much! You really think this old man can’t deal with you?"

Bang!

The Medicine Dragon’s tail swept down like a massive whip.

Song Lin sidestepped the attack, retreating swiftly as the tail slammed into the ground, carving a deep crater. Shattered debris flew past his shoulders.

"Where do you think you’re going!!"

The Medicine Dragon pursued him relentlessly.

They entered the dense mountain forest.

The Medicine Dragon opened its mouth, releasing a cloud of eerie green poison mist.

The mist, called the Hundred Plague Thousand Epidemic Miasma, was on the verge of completion. It needed just a few more elements, which led the Medicine Dragon and its brethren to risk descending the mountain and kill the former Landlord Liuu near the town of Liuu Ji. They absorbed plague energy from mortals.

This was where Song Lin and his companion encountered them.

The miasma descended like an inescapable net.

Unperturbed, Song Lin waved his hand, conjuring flames that, under the influence of Qigong, formed a protective fiery barrier around his body.

Wooosh!

A water dragon suddenly rushed toward the Medicine Dragon.

Boom!

The torrent knocked the Medicine Dragon back but did not cause any damage.

Man and demon exchanged blows repeatedly for several rounds.

Trees spanning hundreds of feet in each direction collapsed entirely.

The miasma, flying sword, green poisonous flames, and Fire Transformation Technique—multicolored spells interwove in a dazzling dance.

Song Lin maintained control with ease, as if practicing.

Indeed, he was practicing.

After experiencing three worlds, he had acquired many spells but hadn’t yet formed a cohesive system.

Dueling wasn’t like playing cards—you couldn’t simply swap from one spell to the next without strategy.

Combining multiple techniques was crucial to maximizing their power.

After some experimentation, Song Lin roughly assembled a battle spell system.

Using the Dragon Control Technique for mobility, Flying Star Skill to manipulate the flying sword, and combining Water and Fire Techniques for offense; talismanic skill served as a supplement, while the Bone-shining Mirror provided long-range attacks.

His ultimate trump card was the Moon Cultivation Skill.

Wooosh!

Right then, the Medicine Dragon burst forth from the miasma, whipping its pillar-like tail downward.

The miasma coalesced into countless tiny green centipedes, surging like a flood.

Song Lin remained unshaken. A full moon dharma pattern emerged between his brows, and his skin glowed faintly with moonlight, resembling armor carved from jade.

Boom!

The centipede tail slammed into Song Lin, producing the sound of clashing metal.

"You!" The Medicine Dragon’s eyes widened as its massive body was sent flying backward, crashing into trees and leaving a long furrow in the ground.

From above, ten or so beams of light descended, forming a barrier to trap the Medicine Dragon.

"You!!"

The Medicine Dragon hadn’t anticipated Song Lin’s hidden move.

Its figure shrank, becoming thumb-sized, and it slipped through the gaps in the barrier, escaping underground.

Boom!

In the next instant, the Medicine Dragon was blasted out by golden rays from Song Lin’s Bone-shining Mirror.

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The Medicine Dragon was about to plead for its life when the Seven Suns Sword Talisman pierced through the centipede spirit’s head.

The talisman twisted, extracting a glowing green translucent bead.

This was undoubtedly the centipede spirit’s poison bead.

The bead could be used for both Artifact Refining and Alchemy.

Song Lin then dismembered the centipede spirit with several more cuts, collecting its scales, blood, mandibles, and poisonous residue.

With the battle over, he was about to leave when the six Jianghu people from earlier rushed out, falling to their knees and bowing repeatedly.

"Thank you, immortal, for avenging us!"

"What?"

"We’re disciples of Hidden Sword Manor. Our master and mistress were killed by the demon as they passed through this area. We came seeking revenge on the demon, and now that vengeance is ours, we’re willing to serve the master diligently."

They had entered the mountains to hunt the demon, but had never expected its overwhelming power.

"No need; return to your homes."

Song Lin dismissed them with a casual smile, gradually rising in the air under their awed gazes.

To him, this group of martial artists was less useful than a paper effigy.

"Master, we’re willing to offer up our estates..."

The purple-clad man didn’t finish his sentence before Song Lin disappeared. Gazing at his siblings, he sighed:

"’Handling matters with a flick of his sleeves’—the master truly has extraordinary character... Wait, master?!"

Song Lin reappeared beside them.

"Considering your sincerity, I suppose I’ll reluctantly accept... By the way, where is Hidden Sword Manor located? How much acreage do you have?"

"Thank you, master!"

The group was overjoyed.

After a brief discussion, Song Lin learned more about their identity.

Hidden Sword Manor was located on a small mountain next to Hu Mountain. It encompassed ten thousand acres of farmland and a thousand acres of forest.

The manor had a history spanning a century, and the swordsmanship of its manor owner was once taught by a Xuanke Temple expert. There were also former dwellings of cultivation masters on the mountain.

However, after the master’s death, their patronage vanished as well.

The new manor owner’s untimely demise left only a daughter—their junior sister—causing the manor to fall into ruin. Servants scattered, and they could no longer afford to maintain their household.

The purple-clad man, named Chao Chong, was the senior disciple of Hidden Sword Manor.

Their wish to serve Song Lin wasn’t just a fleeting whim; they sincerely sought a powerful protector.

"Have you thought this through? Once you enter my fold, any betrayal in the future will guarantee that you neither live nor die!"

Of course, the Taoist temple had Secret Techniques to ensure disciples and servants could never act treacherously.

Though Song Lin hadn’t planned to recruit subordinates, seeing Lin Yang manage industries outside sparked his interest.

Not to bring them into his residence, but to manage activities outside—gathering resources for him would suffice.

"We’re willing to plunge into fire and water to serve you!"

They pledged their loyalty.

"Excellent," Song Lin replied, pleased.

These individuals weren’t too bad—accepting them was purely due to his admiration of their character and abilities, entirely devoid of material motives. Ahem...

Song Lin instructed them to wait, then descended the mountain to meet Lin Yang.

Lin Yang had also dealt with his opponent.

"Daoist friend! Divide the materials evenly. One humanoid demon is worth five units of yin merit. One demon per person. Eliminating Medicine Dragon Hall earns four units of yin merit. We each get two. A total split of seven yin merits apiece."

Afterward, they drafted a report, affixed it with the Dharma Seal. Song Lin claimed he was still seeking opportunities and asked Lin Yang to deliver the report to the Taoist Temple.

"Alright, Daoist friend. Farewell."

Swish!

Lin Yang disappeared into the horizon.

Hidden Sword Manor.

The location had a serene ambiance on the mountain.

Song Lin gathered the group to establish a dharma altar, ordering them to swear oaths with blood, after which he passed down the Guang Chengzi Beidou Red Dragon Qi Gong.

"Use this well in your cultivation."

The group received it like treasure.

With that, Song Lin retreated to the rear mountain where a former cultivator’s dwelling stood.

The younger junior sister, Ling’er, seemed to have an interest in him. She was fairly beautiful, but he ignored her.

No matter how attractive a mortal woman was, he could still perceive the mites, dead skin, as well as the odor of her breath and sweat.

If he were to pursue someone, it would have to be a cultivator. Mortals had too short a lifespan—in the two-hundred-year-long Qi Refining Realm, a hundred years was still considered youthful, while mortals aged significantly by thirty.

Afterward, Song Lin secluded himself on the mountain, cultivating with laurel tree trunks to refine True Qi.

He provided a sum of gold and silver, instructing them to recruit servants and tenant laborers, collect corpses, Soul Resurrection Grass, and Yin-time black dogs to prepare for refining the Dog-headed Taoist. These preparations were for the imminent Flood Control Grand Ceremony.

Fourteen days passed quickly.

Song Lin entered the Temple Emperor World.

...

Seven years.

In seven years, Sixth Sister had become a married woman and given birth to two sons.

In a mud house.

One day, as usual, she offered incense to a humanoid statue, beside which stood a Black Altar.

This altar, which used to hold pickled vegetables, now contained Song Lin’s white bones.

Her husband, Zhou Da, though puzzled, did not ask about it due to his simple demeanor.

At that moment, an eerie Yin Wind swept through the house, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

"This is sinister," Zhou Da muttered, then turned to close the door.

Song Lin’s soul appeared above the statue, though invisible to ordinary eyes.

"At last, it’s complete,"

Song Lin thought, glancing at the statue. He couldn’t help but burst out:

"Why is it upside-down?!"