Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

Seeing Ziyun speak in such a manner, Zhi Xin's expression revealed a look of understanding, as though he had expected it.

"Since that's the case, I won't beat around the bush. If you truly wish to repay me, then take your own life. Once you have done so, all grudges shall be settled."

"Don't joke with me."

"A heartfelt truth."

Ziyun's face turned frosty, and with a cold snort, she disappeared.

After she left, Zhi Xin's furious expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a faint smile: "As I thought, another challenge has emerged. Still trying to use this old man?"

Ever since he realized Ziyun was not the person from back then, Zhi Xin's mindset had already undergone a change.

Even if her appearance was identical, it couldn't evoke any sense of compassion within him.

The rage just now was merely a feigned act to give the other party the illusion that she still had an effect on him.

This woman's inability to break through into the realm of Primordial Spirit must mean she's encountered some sort of major obstacle.

"It's good that this old man still has some usefulness."

Zhi Xin thought to himself.

In the past, when he lost his value, their attitude towards him shifted drastically in an instant. Now that they had need of him, how could Zhi Xin not play his part?

Back then, he was worried that this group of people might shamelessly commit murder. Now that he could stand in front as a safeguard, Donghua Jungle should gain plenty of time to recover.

Thinking of this, Zhi Xin wrote a letter informing Song Lin of Zhengsi's situation.

He didn't offer advice or tell Song Lin what to do.

Song Lin is a decisive person, one who plans carefully before acting. There's no need for suggestions—he'll handle things himself.

After that, Zhi Xin once again began deducing the whereabouts of Yin Spring Palace's sect members.

Although there were clues from Xiangling, their traces remained elusive.

It was as though they had entered another world entirely.

This made tracking them extremely difficult.

Zhi Xin was exerting effort, but the results likely wouldn't fare well.

Mei Mountain Jungle.

Amidst the dark mist, a swarm of shadows darted in all directions.

Among them, seven ghostly figures stood out the most.

The leader, Taiyin Main Evil, towered at a height of sixteen feet. Dressed in crimson robes and a crimson veil, with green eyes and fiery red hair, he held a Mourning Staff, exuding an imposing aura.

The seven ghosts turned out to be Dougang Seven Evil Spirits, tasked by the Heavenly Master Sect to guard Zhengsi.

The Dougang Seven Evil Spirits moved like phantoms, infiltrating the homes of commoners, where babies were wrapped in black mist and stolen away to unknown destinations.

Over the course of one night, about a dozen babies went missing.

This kind of occurrence had persisted for a year.

At least two thousand babies had disappeared without a trace.

The same thing occurred in several counties surrounding Meilin County.

A total of thousands of babies were stolen by Dougang Seven Evil Spirits.

Above the black clouds, there was a squad of Ghost Soldiers. At their helm stood a Taoist with a pitch-black single horn.

This was Tianjie, the master of the Eastern Sun and Moon Watch Division.

Tianjie silently watched as the ghostly figures departed. The widespread disappearance of thousands of babies had been noticed by the Taoist School half a year prior.

As the commander of the patrol forces, Tianjie naturally took charge of addressing the issue.

However, upon encountering Yunhai and the Seven Spirits, Tianjie abandoned the pursuit and allowed them to continue abducting babies.

Though he didn't understand the purpose of these actions, currying favor with one's superiors was never a mistake.

In fact, Tianjie even actively stayed behind to clean up any evidence.

Outwardly, he continued investigating the matter. It was just that, for the time being, there were no results.

Unnoticed, dawn was approaching.

Below, the anguished cries of the common people echoed from all directions; they had discovered their children were missing.

Watching the parents frantically search every corner of the streets for their lost children, Tianjie swept his gaze apathetically:

"Go home."

And with that, his men disappeared without a trace.

The emotions of mortals are utterly worthless.

Short-lived lives spanning mere decades, battered by wind and rain, their fates as trivial as wildgrass—what difference is there between mortals and ants?

Though born of the same flesh and blood, cultivators with lifespans that extend hundreds or thousands of years would never view themselves as belonging to the same category.

No matter how intense public resentment grows, it could never overturn them.

They were but resources for cultivation.

And so, with time passing by, the number of missing children reached over thirty thousand.

The outrage of the people boiled over; everyone lived in fear.

The Taoist School finally took action.

The Yunhai City Lord personally set out and slew the demon wailing heron at Lujiao Mountain in the north. The Taoist School's reputation rose to prominence.

At the Watch Division Headquarters.

Tianjie looked at the battle report and couldn't help but sigh.

"As expected, Senior Yunhai knows how to play the game."

He had found a scapegoat, after all.

Such leisurely boldness.

If it were Tianjie's approach, he might not even bother to slay the demon—just casually produce a few Beast Bone Demon Pills and claim the demons were dealt with.

If the occurrences continued, he'd blame human traffickers. If the situation escalated drastically, randomly arrest some people under the guise of sowing discord and punish them.

Over time, the populace would gradually stop fussing.

Indeed, for several years following the incident, no babies vanished without reason, though cases of human trafficking began to rise.

Unnoticed, more than six years had passed.

Donghua Jungle.

Six Core Formation cultivators had experienced significant progress in minor realms, and they had fully absorbed Song Lin's revised technique from the new manual.

Cultivation Truth Temple.

Purple Qi surged like a rainbow, straight into the skies.

At the peak of the mountain, at the heart of the blessed land.

A young man clad in white robes and a golden crown, with ordinary appearance but an extraordinary demeanor, sat high atop the cliff.

With every breath, he absorbed limitless Essence and Qi. Behind him, the Purple Qi faintly formed a massive three-legged golden toad.

"Huff!" Guu Yuchan slowly opened his eyes and breathed out a mouthful of turbid air.

"Nine-layered Core Formation complete."

The next step was advancing to the Purple Mansion.

This time, he intended to perfect his cultivation path using the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top method. The Taoist's secret manual contained detailed explanations of the technique.

Thinking of this, Guu Yuchan couldn't help but marvel at the Taoist.

Though the Taoist didn't practice cultivation, he was profoundly knowledgeable about the cultivation path.

Guu Yuchan cultivated for a while and spent some time reading miscellaneous books.

"The cultivation path truly cannot be widely propagated."

Guu Yuchan pondered silently.

Initially, he believed that the cultivation skill would someday become mainstream. Its low entry barrier meant anyone who consistently refined their Qi could break through their cultivation.