Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology

"You intend to rebel? Hmm? Earth Evil, Heavenly Slaughter, care to explain yourself?"

Before the two could respond, Song Lin immediately retorted, "How about you explain? Why did you harm Master Zhi Xin?"

Facing countless ghost soldiers, Song Lin's expression remained calm, showing no fear.

"I would rather ask what's going on between Ziyun and the Holy Might Heavenly Master!"

"Master Zhi Xin possessed three secret techniques, each costing him greatly whenever used. Ziyun's cultivation level stemmed from this— this being the final time, where he sacrificed his life to lay the foundation for Ziyun to achieve her Primordial Spirit."

"What does this have to do with the Heavenly Master? Everyone knows Zhi Xin and Ziyun were a Taoist couple. If Zhi Xin chose to sacrifice himself, could anyone have stopped him?"

The Yin King cast a wary glance at the Divine Demon.

Remnants of the Yin Spring Palace!

So they had colluded with the remnants of the Yin Spring Palace.

The Yin King's words earned agreement from the crowd.

It was hard to blame the Heavenly Master.

"Cease your action now. If you do, leniency can still be considered. Ziyun achieving her Primordial Spirit is a fortunate event for the Taoist School. For the greater good…" Chuu Yuying stepped forth to mediate.

"Shut your filthy mouth!"

Song Lin suddenly interrupted, pointing at Chuu Yuying's nose and berating him:

"The most despicable one is you! 'The greater good, the greater good,' twisting truth for the so-called greater good. If you're not muddying the waters, you're deceiving your superiors and suppressing the truth. Are you even worthy of your position?"

The Yunzhou Society Commandery was responsible for making daily decisions for the Taoist School.

Chuu Yuying froze, opening his mouth yet unable to find anything to say.

"Stubborn fools, apprehend them!"

A command echoed from Yin Mountain.

The armies surged forward unanimously.

Boom!

At that moment, the entire Heavenly Master's Dojo shook.

Golden light pierced the dark sky.

A figure darted out from within.

This figure was none other than Zhi Xin!

"Haha! Holy Might, no, you should be called Tianhe."

Zhi Xin, looking shriveled like a corpse, gazed down at the Heavenly Master and sneered coldly.

At the mention of the name Tianhe, the Holy Might Heavenly Master's expression drastically changed.

"How dare you!!"

The Holy Might stepped forward aggressively, golden light streaking toward Zhi Xin.

Zhi Xin anticipated this and retreated swiftly, but his scattered mana brushed against his dharma body, driving a dent into his chest and causing him to spew blood wildly.

The Heavenly Master was incredibly powerful!

Zhi Xin had no way to withstand his strength.

"Tianhe! You stole your grandson Holy Might's identity, seized everything from him, used your Taoist partner Ziyun to replace Wu Qingxuan. You old dog! Your Heavenly Replacement Technique has been exposed!"

Bang!

The Holy Might's body shuddered.

His skin shattered like a porcelain vase, his handsome face vanished, revealing an aged and weary visage.

The aura that was once the Holy Might completely disappeared.

The Heavenly Replacement Technique was an advanced soul-replacement technique.

It allowed one to inherit and replace everything of the person taken over.

However, this spell had a small loophole.

Once exposed, one's appearance would revert to their original form, and a fissure would form in their personal Great Dao.

This fissure was the unique flaw of soul-replacement—the innate incompatibility between the external soul and the original body.

Zhi Xin's voice rang loud and clear, echoing far and wide.

Most of the Taoist School members heard it.

At this revelation, it wasn't just Song Lin and his faction— even people like Yunhai and the Yin King were dumbfounded.

Among the crowd in Xuanyu City, even those wielding spirit talismans and spirit swords froze in shock.

The Holy Might Heavenly Master was a fraud?

Tianhe? Ziyun was Tianhe's wife?

Which means Zhi Xin was tricked?

Centuries of relentless effort had all gone to waste.

What an enormous humiliation!

The crowd couldn't help but feel some pity for Zhi Xin.

"This…" The Yin King trembled slightly, recalling this appearance as it resembled that of the Tianhe Sect Master from years ago.

With his Dao Foundation fractured, the Holy Might's fury reached the skies.

Whoosh!

Yet Zhi Xin did not flee. Instead, he turned into a streak of black light and flew toward the emerging Ziyun.

This was his final shred of strength.

"Rescue Master Zhi Xin!"

Song Lin turned to the Prince, preparing to activate a secret technique.

He himself readied to break through Chuu Yuying and the others' encirclement.

Just then, someone patted him on the shoulder.

Song Lin turned his head, only to find Mei Hua, who always appeared and vanished unpredictably.

"Don't move, don't act!"

Mei Hua said softly.

Song Lin was about to refuse.

"Don't let Zhi Xin's effort be in vain."

Mei Hua handed Song Lin a jade scroll.

Song Lin accepted the jade scroll, sensing it with his mind.

"This… I understand now."

Song Lin stayed his hand.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhi Xin.

…

As he drew closer to Ziyun, Zhi Xin weakened further, becoming indistinguishable from a mere mortal.

Thud!

Zhi Xin's frail body collapsed onto the ground.

"Zhi Xin, in the end, you still miscalculated."

Ziyun chuckled softly.

She had deceived Zhi Xin for so long—what did she not anticipate?

With the Heavenly Master present, what uncertainty could there possibly be?

As Zhi Xin lost his life-force, Wu Qingxuan's lingering connection entirely severed.

The last flaw was fully mended.

Her Primordial Spirit gradually reached perfection, with the Heavenly Dawn phenomenon persisting for a long time.

A radius of a thousand miles was bathed in golden light.

At this moment, the Holy Might chased them down. Looking at the doomed Zhi Xin, his malicious intent surged, summoning six Yakshas.

The vicious, blue-skinned Yakshas leapt onto Zhi Xin's near-dead body, biting and tearing at him.

The scene fell silent, save for the sounds of flesh being savagely devoured and blood being drunk.

Zhi Xin said nothing, staring unyieldingly at Ziyun with hollow eyes. His voice, hoarse and tinged with a strange laughter, uttered his final words.

"This… is… my… revenge."

"What of revealing the truth? You've only ruined my reputation. Who would plead for your injustice? Who would dare speak against me? Is this your so-called revenge? Utterly feeble…"

Ziyun sent her thoughts to him secretly.

Zhi Xin gradually breathed his last.

The crowd fell silent.

Whether it was the Yin King or Earth Evil and others, no one uttered a word at this moment.

Zhi Xin's life was truly incomprehensible.

Toward the bitter end of his life, such tragedy unfolded.

Even the most callous of hearts couldn't help but feel disdain toward the two of them.

What did it matter if they were Heavenly Masters?

Chuu Yuying covered his face, unable to bear witnessing it.

So this was the so-called "greater good"? This was the so-called "price to pay"?