Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 92: Overcome Levels to Kill, Transform into the Technique of 100 Ghosts.

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Overcome Levels to Kill, Transform into the Technique of 100 Ghosts.

The yin energy soared into the sky, and the divine armor blocked out the sun.

Ghosts and gods of various forms surged out from every corner.

Water Snake Soldiers, Erlang’s infantry, along with six other Rampant Soldiers, formed the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, surrounding Wuj Ji completely.

"What is this? Where did you get Rampant Soldiers?" Wuj Ji was stunned.

The soldier formation rotated around him ceaselessly, the changing array dazzling to the eye.

Whoosh!

Flames, baleful energy, and cold arrows shot toward him from all directions.

Wuj Ji struggled to defend himself, opened his bloody maw, and inhaled fiercely.

But he found he couldn’t budge the enemy’s formation at all—this realization left Wuj Ji utterly panicked.

"Die already!"

Wuj Ji slapped a dozen Rampant Soldiers flat, but against a formation of five thousand soldiers, this loss was negligible.

Within the ranks, there was a young general clad in white robes.

This commander was at the heart of the formation, his position shifting constantly.

In the dark depths of the jungle.

Song Lin stood before the Soldier Formation Map, its sand table displaying glowing white spots, countless of them orbiting a single red point.

It was the Soldier Formation Map once more.

The five thousand troops were summoned entirely through the Jade Seal. Even with losses, as long as True Qi remained, they could be replenished.

Though labeled as five thousand, Song Lin’s True Qi could summon a second batch of five thousand after the first was annihilated, meaning the total force could be around ten thousand.

Adding the five hundred from the talisman and another five hundred from Hidden Dragon Manor yielded the power of eleven thousand troops.

With the blessing of the Temple Emperor on his forehead, supplemented by an additional layer of power, he could use each Rampant Soldier as his eyes and ears, rendering the battlefield information three-dimensional.

"Hiding behind tricks—how is that true skill? Come out and fight me one-on-one if you dare!! What an unworthy victory!!"

Wuj Ji roared, unable to contain his wrath, yelling into the sky.

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Another cold arrow pierced his back.

His gigantic frame of over three zhang (10 meters) shrank to less than one zhang (3 meters).

"Fool," Song Lin mocked.

Surely someone would accuse him of relying on external means again.

What constitutes external tools, and what counts as internal mastery?

Isn’t the Rampant Soldier Skill a part of one’s own expertise, an extension of one’s Taoist Realm?

Life-and-death duels hinge on multifaceted factors.

By that logic, all spells and magic artifacts are external tools.

In future battles, perhaps people shouldn’t use any of these things—just stand side by side to compare cultivation levels directly. Those with lower realms should surrender meekly and offer up their heads obediently.

"Form the array! Accelerate!!"

The Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation spun faster and faster.

From above, the view shifted to reveal a towering, corpulent giant at the center of the array. The formation radiated outward in an octagonal pattern spanning five hundred zhang (1667 meters).

The rotating array annihilated everything in sight.

Trees toppled, rocks shattered.

Being in the heart of this grinding vortex, Wuj Ji felt the destruction most acutely.

He had assumed that being at the Divine Establishment Period, taking down a mere Qi Refinement cultivator would be effortless.

Yet who would have thought it would come to this?

Wuj Ji’s cultivation technique, Heavenly Demon Stomach, purportedly allowed him to consume all, converting the energy into fat and sheer mass.

This formation had completely drained decades of accumulated power from him.

Still, Song Lin remained hidden. Wuj Ji’s gaze turned ruthless.

"We shall meet again, brat, and I swear I will kill you!!"

Wuj Ji felt both regret and fury in his heart. After years roaming Jianghu, he had unexpectedly fallen to a smug child.

Boom!

Wuj Ji soared into the sky, his body rapidly expanding before detonating! The blood mist consumed Rampant Soldiers across a hundred zhang radius, creating a massive gap in the formation.

Only Wuj Ji’s stomach remained, fleeing rapidly and covering ten li (5 km) in an instant.

"Hmph, trying to escape?"

Erlang God sneered, the Heavenly Eye on his forehead glowing brightly.

The treasure eagle bow was drawn to the full, with all True Qi channeled into it, radiating brilliance for miles.

Boom!

A beam of white light shot forth, trailing a long plume of flames.

Thud!

The Heavenly Demon Stomach was pierced through, followed immediately by Song Lin’s lightning-laden Five Thunders Palm.

Looking at the dissipating soul of Wuj Ji and the charred remains of his stomach, Song Lin pondered for a moment before storing the Heavenly Demon Stomach in his storage bag.

This object could be refined into a storage magic treasure.

Having defeated Wuj Ji, Song Lin finally felt that the Taoist Skill he had acquired from the Otherworld had fulfilled its purpose.

Slaying someone in the Divine Establishment Period as a Qi Refinement cultivator was proof of the Otherworld Taoist Skill’s potency.

Retrieving all Rampant Soldiers, Song Lin gazed at the distant Taoist Temple.

The temple was ablaze, filled with the din of battle cries—utter chaos.

He should logically wait until the chaos subsided before going, ensuring his safety.

Yet if he did nothing, he feared eventual repercussions.

He had neither disrupted the Gathering Yin Formation as agreed nor openly declared allegiance to Taixuan.

"This way, regardless of who emerges victorious, things could be bad for me."

Song Lin mulled it over and ultimately decided to seek guidance from Little Liuren.

Little Liuren couldn’t foretell the world’s events in extraordinary detail but could predict simple fortunes and directions.

It might seem powerless, yet at critical moments, it paved the path to optimal choices.

After a round of finger calculations, he deduced the direction.

"Hmm? The temple master?"

The divination pointed to the temple master’s usual cultivation spot.

It was the current most perilous location—how could it be a lucky sign?

Song Lin was perplexed but ultimately chose to trust the divination.

With a few leaps, his figure vanished from the original spot.

Shielding himself with the red umbrella, he avoided the battles of the Taoists along the way.

Soon, he arrived before a sinister, imposing great hall.

Compared to the tumultuous outside world, this place was eerily quiet—a silence that bordered on terrifying.

The tall, sharp rooftop resembled a treasure sword piercing the sky.

Song Lin held up his red umbrella in this eerie locale.

Clap!

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder.

Song Lin’s heart tensed. He turned abruptly to see a pale-faced middle-aged man with a crescent moon mark on his forehead.

"Greetings, temple master!"

Jiuyou scrutinized Song Lin briefly before saying, "You’re last year’s leader and manager of the Yin Yang Altar, Song Lin?"

"Yes, temple master." Song Lin replied politely, inwardly awed that this was a Core Formation expert—his red umbrella couldn’t block the man’s gaze at all.

"So you’re not Ziyuan’s subordinate; why aren’t you helping him?"

Jiuyou’s reaction was expected. Clearly, the man knew something of the situation.

In a fleeting moment, countless thoughts raced through Song Lin’s mind.

"I had no choice but to act, temple master."

Song Lin gave a half-true account of events, claiming his cultivation of Emperor’s True Energy inadvertently assisted the Dog-headed Taoist’s research, leading Ziyuan to force him to consume the Xuanyou Pill and serve him.

"I see. Fine, when Ziyuan arrives, I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself," Jiuyou said without expression, leaving his trust unclear.

"Whatever the temple master commands, this disciple will gladly obey."

Could it be that he would be ordered to fight Ziyuan?

"Nothing so dramatic. When Ziyuan enters, simply guard the door and block his escape." Jiuyou’s piercing gaze didn’t seem to care about this disciple’s wavering loyalty.

"Also, don’t dare peek inside, or I’ll pluck your eyes out."

"Understood!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiuyou vanished.

Song Lin cloaked himself in invisibility once again, awaiting Ziyuan’s arrival.

Buzz!

A loud sonic boom tore through the air.

A streak of thunderous light approached swiftly.

Seeing this overpowering thunder aura, Song Lin knew Ziyuan had arrived. Within the Taoist Temple, only Ziyuan carried such ferocious thunder aura.

Ziyuan halted, followed closely by remaining Dog-headed Taoists and Rampant Soldiers.

His purple Taoist robe and face were smeared with fresh blood, and he held a severed head, its eyes wide with indignation—clearly Taixuan’s.

Ziyuan gazed at the open hall doors and at Jiuyou meditating deep within, his expression twisted into a pitiless smile. "Master, I’ve brought senior brother to see you!"

He strode slowly inside, leaving the subsequent events hidden from Song Lin’s view.

Meanwhile, Jiuyou rose to his feet.

"Good. Among your fellow disciples, you are strongest, and your aptitude is the best. I am truly pleased."

Thud!

He tossed the severed head to the ground, where it rolled and spun.

"But why have you suppressed me time and again?" Ziyuan protested in defiance.

To him, Taixuan was nothing but useless trash.

Jiuyou said nothing, further enraging Ziyuan.

Even Divine Establishment cultivators could live only 365 years.

The Master’s Treasure Talisman was granted to Taixuan, who should have gone to Mei Mountain Jungle to train with the experts there and hear their lectures on great methods. If Taixuan achieved a breakthrough, Ziyuan would miss his chance and forever remain obscure.

"Enough talk. Today, this old man shall rid himself of this guilty wretch!"

Jiuyou’s forehead emitted radiant light.

He exhaled a stream of pure energy, which transformed into a myriad of Rampant Soldier ghosts and gods.

Simultaneously, his limbs fell off, turning into black mist. From the mist emerged four horned demons clad in pale bone armor.

These were Ghosts of the Four Limbs: Heavenly Evil, Earth Calamity, Heavenly Kill, and Earth Evil.

Jiuyou’s eyes flew forth, transforming into black and white Day and Night Mystic Talisman Ghosts named Unreleased and Unknown.

His internal organs shot out from his chest, forming Eastern Green Qi Ghost Master, Southern Red Qi Ghost Master, Western White Qi Ghost Master, Northern Black Qi Ghost Master, and Central Yellow Qi Ghost Master.

This was the Nine Nether Taiyin True Qi’s Hundred Specters Transformation Spell, manifesting his limbs, eyes, and organs as ghastly generals.

"The same old tricks, master—they’re far too weak!"

Ziyuan spread his hands, pulling forth arcs of electricity. The immense thunder aura caused the surrounding yin energy and ghosts to tremble in fear.

Suddenly, several ghost generals fused into one, forming a colossal, horned demon.

Ziyuan’s face turned pale with shock. Unbelieving, he exclaimed, "You maniac! Even your Primordial Spirit..."