Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

"Don't hold back, just say it all."

Song Lin was somewhat speechless.

"A weasel discovered traces of magic, and the missing infants can no longer be found, not even their bones."

"What about the human traffickers?"

"The traffickers also have no idea where they went, and have absolutely no recollection of it. The White Fox said it was a hypnotic spell."

Shi Yinhua had the Thunder Mansion Ghost Soldiers keeping a close watch on the matter.

The truth indeed seemed so—the traffickers were hypnotized by some spell to steal children, not acting upon their own accord.

And the children disappeared as soon as they entered the house.

"Keep a closer watch, let me know if there's any news."

Song Lin sensed the vibe of a conspiracy.

"Is there any other news?"

"Yes, the Taoist Guu Ling has sent several letters; he has an urgent secret to report."

"Hmm, I understand."

Song Lin flew toward the Qimen Forest, arriving at the Mechanical City.

Led by a Taoist disciple, he entered the Mechanical City.

For the first time, he took a careful look around.

The city was filled with mechanical puppets of various shapes, and some Taoists were using some kind of blood to paint talismans on dharma puppets.

"Human blood? Human souls?"

Song Lin frowned slightly; these two forests couldn't escape the bloodshed either.

The Qimen Dharma Lineage's magic believed humans were the most spiritual, thus often used human blood for rituals.

If he wanted to incorporate these two forests into the Donghua system, Song Lin would have to consider how to reform their cultivation techniques.

Soon he reached the depths of the forest.

"Taoist friend!"

Taoist Guu Ling came forward to greet him.

"The Taoist School seemed to have sent people to our back mountain a few years ago."

"What?"

"Come with me."

Taoist Guu Ling led Song Lin out of the city, deep into the mountains.

There was a pile of broken bones and parts here, with a stone tablet standing not far away.

"Back then, the Historical Records of the Three Capitals' City Lord visited, and a disciple found that the envoy had been here..."

This place was originally a dumping ground, with nothing of value except the ancient stone tablet in the middle.

Song Lin walked up to the stone tablet.

"This tablet has been here for a thousand years, the text on it is complex and hard to understand, and we can't decipher it."

Song Lin looked at it closely—it was the Netherworld Seal Characters!

The text of the Netherworld.

"The Innate Infant Qi Formation, the method to open the Asura Path..."

It recorded two spells.

One was a cultivation method for extracting innate qi using infants, the other was a spell to open the Netherworld passage and summon Netherworld Yama.

"Hmm?"

Everything seemed to connect.

Infants, Asura...

If he guessed correctly, it must be the Zhengsi people.

"Well, how dare they cause trouble on my turf, never mind, let's start with them for practice."

Song Lin murmured.

"What are you saying, brother?"

Song Lin told Guu Ling the whole matter truthfully.

"What? That beast!"

At least fifty to sixty thousand infants had disappeared over the years, even the Qimen Forest suffered.

Unexpectedly, it was done by his own people.

"Should we report to the Taoist School..."

"Do you think the Taoist School doesn't know?"

Song Lin interrupted before he could finish.

Guu Ling was stunned; it was indeed the case.

Under the leadership of the degenerate Shengwei, the Taoist School had become decayed beyond redemption.

People took pride in being malicious and shameless, and even if it blew up, what then?

At most, they'd find a scapegoat.

Thinking of this, Guu Ling became disheartened.

"No worries, I'll take care of them myself."

Song Lin laughed.

From Tianwu to Fire Cloud, those causing trouble on his turf never ended well.

Since the other side was sneaky, it must not be known to others.

Perhaps he could sneak in and kill them.

Three days later, Song Lin secretly visited Zhi Xin.

He then set off for the Mei Mountain Jungle jurisdiction.

...

Mei Mountain Blessed Land.

A blood mist cloud hung in the air, the smell of blood lingered.

Below was a ten-zhang blood pool, bubbling with blood bubbles.

Whoosh!

A blood pillar shot up into the sky, hanging in the air, transforming into a young man radiating yin energy.

The young man was clad in blood-red armor, his eyes had a faint blood-red tinge.

"The Avici Asura Body is indeed powerful."

Zhengsi said joyfully.

With a body of blood, undying and imperishable.

It possessed formidable combat prowess and astonishing Netherworld divine skills.

Practically invincible.

After over a hundred years of cultivation in the blessed land, Zhengsi had successfully advanced to the Purple Mansion Middle Stage.

In his eyes, Song Lin was nothing but a mere chicken or dog.

Once he devoured the Donghua Jungle, he would proceed toward the positions of Department Director and Master.

"Hmm, just a bit more."

Zhengsi thought, once he absorbed the rest of this blood, he'd come out of seclusion.

...

In a dark underground cave, a group of black-clad Taoists were busy coming and going.

The hall inside was a massive five-colored altar.

It was five-zhang high and nine-zhang wide, with ninety-nine steps in total.

Bright red talisman banners hung all around.

A Taoist in purple robes stood atop the altar chanting incantations.

Blood from all directions gathered to the altar.

A closer look revealed heaps of corpses lurking in the cave's shadows.

Most were adults while the infants were sent to the Mei Mountain Blessed Land as offerings for others' cultivation.

Huang Yu Taoist from the Yellow Heaven Jungle, and the Seven Evils were all guarding here.

Once the ritual was completed and the Netherworld Yama summoned, they'd take advantage of the situation to seize control.

Outside the cave, there was a hidden mansion, holding hundreds of living people captive.

Mei Mountain Jungle's Three Capitals were guarding it.

"Spare us!"

"Immortal, spare us, we have old and young at home."

The crowd begged miserably to their retreating backs.

The Three Capitals were unmoved.

"Hmph, ignorant, you're born to be eaten mortals. To participate in the Lord's cultivation of divine skills today is your honor."

The Capital Management Master snorted coldly.

"Why don't you go?"

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Who?"

Suddenly, black mist enveloped the entire prison.

In the mist, a young Taoist was smiling faintly.

"Song..."

As soon as the words fell, eight divine swords came slashing down.

Three heads instantly flew off, blood spurting a zhang high.

Song Lin assessed the three.

Surely from Mei Mountain Jungle, these three small fish at Core Formation level hardly mattered, they would not live past two episodes.

Song Lin looked at the prison beyond the mist, thinking he'd release them later. The bigger the fuss, the better, as long as he kept his identity concealed.

As he thought this, he slowly approached the cave.

Roar!

Suddenly, a piercing roar came from inside the cave.

"The last Asura, capture it, end of shift!"

Fifteen people.

Song Lin slipped inside.

"Who? How is it you?"

Then came another round of fighting sounds.

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