Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

In any case, it's about going against the mainstream.

If successful, one gains immense benefits, becomes a figurehead of the faction, and wins public support. If unsuccessful, one faces death.

"Are you saying?" Zhi Xin suddenly thought of something.

"We are not alone. There are many dissatisfied people. We need a massacre, led by someone highly respected and well-positioned to ignite emotions."

Song Lin said.

"That person is me?"

Zhi Xin's eyes gradually gleamed; he finally understood the implication.

He wasn't afraid of death; he'd been longing, even in his dreams, to charge up the mountain and perish together with those two.

This plan seemed extremely risky, as if tying certain people to a rack to roast—exactly what he envisioned.

Besides, he still held some value, and would likely survive this.

The two continued to discuss the plan in detail.

After concluding, Song Lin returned to the Donghua Jungle, preparing to capture that damned individual.

"Looking to kill me? Destroy my name and reputation? Are you ready for the backlash that awaits?"

Song Lin smirked slightly, the corners of his lips twisted with a hint of madness.

The immediate priority was to locate the Elephant Clan's Saint Son and ensure he stopped killing!

Donghua Jungle.

The Elephant Clan's Saint Son, as usual, searched for his next target.

It was a Taoist.

The people here are too easy to deceive.

No challenge at all.

"Save me!"

The Elephant Clan's Saint Son's face flickered, enshrouded in black mist, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

As expected, the Qi Refining Taoist fell for the trap, moved to investigate, and confirmed that it was due to demon energy.

However, the victim was unconscious and unresponsive, leaving no clues, so the Taoist simply brought him home to treat him.

"It begins."

Tianjie sneered internally.

It was finally underway.

Soon, he would deliberately leak the truth.

He wanted to expose the hypocritical facade of the Donghua Jungle.

"Will they swallow their anger or rise up in resistance? The dilemma of the era has arrived!"

Nearby, Yunhai watched everything unfold mockingly beneath him.

At some point, Ziyun appeared beside him.

"Senior Ziyun, your plans are truly ruthless!"

Yunhai tested the waters with a change in formality.

Ziyun remained indifferent.

Below, after undergoing treatment, the Elephant Clan's Saint Son finally regained consciousness.

Looking at the Taoist, his son and daughter, and his beautiful wife, the Saint Son revealed a sinister grin.

"Benefactor, you must love your children deeply. Between your son and daughter, which one do you favor more?"

Chengrong the Taoist was puzzled but instinctively gave an answer.

"They're about equal."

Both his son and daughter were dear to him, with no distinction between them.

"No, you must choose one!"

Shua!

The Elephant Clan's Saint Son exposed his true form, grabbing the son in one hand and the daughter in the other.

"Impudent!"

Chengrong realized the danger and released the Ink and Water Treasure Sword from his mouth.

The sharp treasure sword flew within three feet of the Saint Son but was instantly repelled by an invisible force.

"Too weak."

The Elephant Clan's Saint Son, though young, already possessed Purple Mansion Cultivation.

Combined with the Elephant Clan's unique skills like Divine Elephant Nine Transformations, hardly anything could break through his defenses.

Chengrong found himself immobilized; no matter how he shouted, there was no response from the outside world. His wife was also unconscious.

Only his two children cried helplessly.

"Let them go! If it's anything, take it out on me. The Taoist won't spare you!"

"The Taoist? What is that to me? Hurry up and choose. Choose who lives!"

The Elephant Clan's Saint Son tightened his grip around the children's necks, gradually applying pressure.

The faces of the two children turned visibly blue.

"Stop!!"

Chengrong shouted, bloodshot eyes filled with rage.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The Saint Son displayed a cruel smirk.

The demons were often indifferent and self-serving; the Elephant Clan's Saint Son was always intrigued by humans' rich emotional lives.

Why did humans always show inexplicable kindness to others?

If this were the Demon Clan, you wouldn't survive having eight lives.

Watching the children's struggling movements slow and cease as they neared death.

Chengrong wept bitterly; being forced to choose between a child's life was the hardest nail on earth.

In the nick of time.

Chengrong cried out in despair.

"My daughter!"

The daughter was younger; let her live...

Crack!

The son's neck snapped, leaving him lifeless.

The Elephant Clan's Saint Son disdainfully let go of both the corpse and the girl, his face filled with dissatisfaction:

"That wasn't a wise choice. In our clan, only the strong-bodied deserve to survive."

"I'll kill you!"

Chengrong's eyes turned red, bursting with immense force, breaking free from his restraints as he charged at the Elephant Clan's Saint Son.

Even if it meant dying, he'd bite off a piece of him.

"Boring!"

The Saint Son's gaze turned cold.

Boom!

Everyone in the room was blasted into pieces, the roof blown a hundred feet high.

Donghua Jungle Headquarters.

The Three Capitals and Five Masters appeared dispirited.

Killing, whether done by oneself or delegated to others, was still a sin.

Shi Yinhua reflected.

The Taoist claimed to have a solution, but what kind of solution would that be?

Naturally, they didn't reprimand the Taoist either.

After all, the greatest pressure was undoubtedly on the Taoist; his self-imposed rules, if broken by himself, would leave a crack in his dao heart.

"Bad news! A demon has slaughtered our people!"

The Taoist disciple stumbled inside, trembling.

"What!"

The Three Capitals and Five Masters instantly set out, arriving at the outskirts in a flash.

The various Taoists of Donghua Jungle swarmed forward.

A group surrounded the Elephant Clan's Saint Son.

At the same time, seventy-two of the Saint Son's guards received intelligence and rushed over.

Both sides faced off!

The scene escalated dramatically in a short time.

Thousands of cultivators stared each other down, the tension between the Human Clan and Demon Clan mounting.

Somehow, the news spread quickly across distant lands.

The various factions of the Taoist School fixed their attention on this spectacle.

In the shadows, a pair of Demon Eyes from the Yin Spring Palace stared at the battlefield.

At the center of the vortex, amidst countless cultivators and numerous Divine Demon Dharma Images.

Unexpectedly, the Elephant Clan's Saint Son glanced at Erlang God, secretly wary while maintaining a facade of indifference, and smiled:

"Such a grand occasion. Are you all here to welcome me? Who's in charge?"