All Black Myth: Wukong Chapter 4 Lesser Yaoguais, locations and stories

Want to complete all Black Myth: Wukong Chapter 4 Lesser Yaoguai’s Journal entries?
Have you read them all? I did—and they’re genuinely fascinating. In this guide, I’ll show you where to find each entry and share their story content.

Tip: It’s best to finish the main story first, then use this guide to check what you missed. The order listed here matches the in-game sequence after completing the story (it may differ during your playthrough).

Wushan Lesser Guai

Location: Automatically added to journal at start of Chapter 4, can’t miss it.

Story: One spring, the Webbed Ridge hosted a grand banquet to mark the blossoming of the flowers. A young guai from Mount Wushan, having presented the gift, saw the ladies chatting and laughing at the feast and decided to join the other guais in the cave for drinks and merriment.

A few cups in, the guais began to jest with each other. A pig guai remarked, “I’d rather live in this rich hollow of yours, with banquets for every season and festival. Back in our place, the Lady is too strict to allow any fun.”

A proud insect guai responded, “Our ladies in the cave often host banquets to keep the mistress company. We may not compare to the halls of the Celestial Court, but our second lady has some businesses in the mortal world, so we’re not short on silver. It’s tough, though; if she didn’t find ways to bring in money, we wouldn’t have made it this far.”

Another pig guai added, “Beautiful and elegant are all your ladies. I wonder which celestial mountain is fortunate enough to be where they might start their new families.”

The insect guai laughed, “Our ladies can’t leave this place. The businesses outside are managed by carefully chosen people. Since we only take bridegrooms who marry into the family, the talented ones don’t want to come, and the ladies don’t fancy those who do. Look over there, those four scorpions; their family is in decline, and their descendants are unworthy. Only one is somewhat acceptable, but not one of our ladies would marry him. Whoever gets unlucky will marry him on a fateful day, so they say.”

The guais laughed heartily, enjoying themselves, when suddenly there was a shout, “Oh no! The ladies are quarreling!”

A panting pig guai in charge ran over, shouting, “The mistress in the cave has lost her mind. She got into a fight with our Lady over a few words from a maid and even smashed the very gift that was brought.”

The guais were all startled. The clever ones quickly wrapped some food in lotus leaves and handed it to the pig guais as an apology, “Next time, we’ll make sure there’s no misunderstanding. Sorry for spoiling the fun.”

“All right, all right!” The pig guais took the food and hurriedly followed the steward out, asking, “What exactly happened?”

“Who knows? It’s all too odd. Every time we come, there’s a commotion. I’ve heard their mistress is always quite muddle-headed…”

Puppet Spider

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: it’s the first enemy encountered in Chapter 4, unmissable, looks like a big spider.

Story: Long ago, a woodcutter lived deep in the hills. One day, he went down to the market fair and saw a puppet show. He loved it and yearned to see it again.

One day, as he cut wood, he heard shouts of glee in the mountains. He followed the sounds and saw a mob of yaoguais reveling together. Despite his fear, curiosity urged him to climb a rock to watch them from afar. The guais were gathered in a circle, watching an acrobat show. Too far to see well, the woodcutter could only discern a red-clad guai whirling twin blades in dazzling spins and flips.

Entranced, the woodcutter crept closer. He saw the acrobatic guai had legs tied behind its back, strings dangling from its feet. In a flash, he knew it was a puppetry trick. He climbed a large tree for a clearer view.

The guai had an ugly, comical face. To the woodcutter, this spectacle was even more amusing than the finest plays at the market fair. He watched, spellbound. A chill on his neck jolted him out of the reverie. Reaching up to check, he found his fingers coated in green spittle. Looking up in horror, he was greeted by a myriad of eyes staring down at him. There, in the treetop, dangled a violet spider, its legs threaded with silk, tugging the distant puppet guai to and fro.

The woodcutter yelped and fell from the tree. At that, the spider paused, and the gathering of yaoguais turned as one to glare at him. Stricken with terror, the woodcutter fled and, upon returning home, fell gravely ill. No remedy could ease his suffering. He wasted away and soon died.

Puppet Tick

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: Found in the first village in Chapter 4, looks like a mage with staff in hand and big fungus growing on his back.

Story: Tales told of Zhu’s Estate in the Webbed Ridge, the ancestral home of the wealthy textile family in the Kingdom of Zhuzi. Rumors claimed the estate housed vast amounts of gold and jewels, but those riches were never found.

In the Kingdom of Zhuzi lived two thieves who called each other brothers. The elder, a broad and forthright soul; the younger, a handsome and clever spirit. Fleeing a warrant, they sought Zhu’s Estate in the mountains as their next target as well as a hideout. For days, they scoured the hills, their rations spent, and their hope lost. Weary and famished, they chanced upon a tea hut. The young thief called out, “Let’s rest there, brother!” The elder replied, “We’ve seen no one for days; how could there be a tea hut?” But driven by hunger, the young one hastened toward it.

The elder chased after him, pleading. They tussled until they entered the hut. Crude and dirty, it had rough log tables and stone stools. There were no patrons inside, only a hunchbacked old man with a cane brewing tea. The young thief asked, “How do you sell tea here with no one around, old man?” The old man pointed to a dim village behind the hut. “This humble one lives in the hilltop village. This hut serves but to eke out my living.” He then served two bowls of thick, strange-smelling brew. The young thief reached for one, but the elder stopped him and asked the old man, “Do you know of Zhu’s Estate?” The old man grinned, “It lies within the village. Drink your tea, and I shall guide you there.” The young thief beamed, but the elder grew warier. He snatched the bowl from the young one. “I shall try it first.” With that, he downed it in one gulp.

No sooner had the tea hit his belly than he collapsed, writhing in agony. The young thief turned to the old man, only to witness his true form revealed as a hunchbacked, cane-wielding creature, its body entangled in silk. Lifting his eyes, he saw a colossal spider perched in the rafters, tugging the strands to prompt the bug to tap its cane with a resonant “ting-ting.” At this signal, the stone stools shifted and unfurled their legs. They became little stone spiders. They spat silk at the elder thief to entangle him. At this sight, the younger thief turned and fled, as if he had not heard his brother’s pleas for help.

Lantern Holder

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: Found in the first village in Chapter 4, a guy carrying a lantern.

Story:The insect guais loathed patrolling after dusk, as their instinct to chase after light made the nighttime perilous for them. But luck favored them when a tribe of pale-faced yakshas from the west of the place, having traversed the world, chose to settle at the Webbed Ridge and volunteered for the night watch, a task the insect guais were only too happy to relinquish to these newcomers.

The yakshas are proud and fierce by nature. Turned into feral yaoguais, yet they still clung to their old ways in the days they were revered. They kept to their own, with lanterns lit from dusk to dawn, and rarely mingled with the insect guais. To the latter, they were a curious sight with their merriment and banter that paid no heed to hierarchy or status. Yet, what puzzled the insect guais most was the yakshas’ bond; close-knit in joy, yet they’d often erupt into disputes and hurl sharp words with no restraint.

One night, a quarrel broke out during an idle chatter among four yakshas on patrol, and their raucous noise woke the insect guais. “Why must you carry on as this?” the insect guais rushed to mediate, persuading them. “Arguing one moment, chummy the next. Why not treat each other with proper respect, like we do?”

In an instant, the quarrel ceased, and in unison, the yakshas retorted, “You are mistaken,” one spat. “Only through open discourse, we grow.” Another chimed in, “Exactly, when we air out our disagreements, it only makes our bond stronger.” A third added, “Indeed. By having each other’s backs, we’ve made it through a lot of tough times. Our harsh words don’t mean any harm.” The last concluded, “Unlike you insect guais, we hide no secret grievances under the guise of harmony.” With that, arm in arm, they departed, leaving the insect guais to dismiss the exchange with bemused eye rolls.

Grasshopper Guai

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: Found in the first village in Chapter 4, looks like a green beetle warrior with two swords.

Story: During the reign of the greatest emperor of Han, there was a village called Bath. From within its mountains, a hot spring flowed, reputed to preserve youth and vitality. Nobles flocked to it from far and wide.

One day, the Marquis of Lecheng came to visit with his six-year-old son. The young lord caught a little grasshopper and wanted to keep it as a pet, so he tore off its wings and trapped it in a teacup.

That night, the Marquis was visited in his dreams by a man clad in green. “Your child has imprisoned mine,” he pleaded. “We are both fathers. I beseech you, help my little one.”

The next morning, the Marquis summoned his son and inquired about what happened. The boy, who feared his stern father, only provided vague replies. Thus, the full story remained elusive to both. That night, the green-clad man revisited the Marquis’ dreams, with twin swords at his waist. He warned, “If you don’t return my son, you’ll never see yours again.” The Marquis woke with a start and rushed to his son’s bed, only to find it empty. Servants scoured the village but found no trace.

Only the young lord’s page remembered the bug-catching. He rushed to the study, found the overturned teacup, and gently released the grasshopper onto the grass.

By noon, the young lord returned home safely, yet his hands were red and swollen, and he couldn’t stop weeping. When questioned about the events of the previous night, he sobbed, “I dreamt of a man in green, a great jumper. He carried me on his back and hopped a few times. Then, I didn’t know where I was. He scolded me for harming others and struck my palms with his swords twenty times.” When asked how he came back, he was unable to answer, overwhelmed by fear.

Alas, it is said that all beings love their young, a truth that spans the world. Even yaoguais, it seems, are no different.

In the late years of the Han, the hot spring in Bath suddenly dried up. Insect guais sprouted in the hills, so the villagers moved down the mountain. A decade or two later, the area came to be known as the Webbed Ridge.

Dragonfly Guai

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: Found in the first village in Chapter 4, looks like a flying ferry with a bow.

Story: To the King, the dragonfly guai seemed like a diligent and talented student. He drilled hard each day and served his master with great respect, always at his master’s beck and call. At times, he’d be practicing outside, but at a single command from his teacher, he’d appear at once. The King had doubts, but considering the dragonfly’s swift wings, the King dismissed his suspicions.

One day, the King taught him how to imbue his bolts with greater power. “Wait for the arrowhead to glow, then release.” The guai swore he’d remember, but when tested that afternoon, he couldn’t recall anything. The King assumed he just hadn’t grasped the lesson and explained it once more. But the next day, he’d had forgotten it again.

This pattern continued. The Yaoguai King flew into a rage and set to punish the guai. The guai fell to his knees and pleaded. “Mercy, master! I have brothers. Each of us knows only a portion of the lessons. That’s why I can’t answer.” At this, scores of identical dragonfly guais emerged, all kneeling and bowing non-stop. Offended yet tickled by this revelation, the King demoted them all to lowly patrol guards and taught them no more.

Alas, while petty schemes might seem perfect at first, earning praise and favor, they also sow the seeds of trouble. When the truth is revealed, one faces ridicule and brings ruin upon themselves.

Wasp Guai

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: From where you fought “The Second Sister” boss, go right in the boss arena to find this enemy in the corner. Looks like a gray flying wasp wielding a spear.

Story: A young man once lived in the Webbed Hollow. You may wonder how he found himself living among the yaoguais. The tale begun in the Kingdom of Zhuzi, where he was born into a family of weavers, their craft passed down through generations. One day, his father left home in search of a jade shuttle but never returned. His mother searched for him, only to be told he had abandoned them to marry into the Zhu family. Consumed by grief and convinced that a yaoguai had ensnared her husband, she wept day after day. Thus, in his boyhood, the son vowed to slay the yaoguais and avenge his father.

Years later, he heard merchants speak of the Zhu’s Estate on the Webbed Ridge, home to women of unearthly beauty. He ventured there alone to exact vengeance. But as soon as he entered the mountains, lesser yaoguais captured him. Terrified he was, before a little girl in yellow rescued him by commanding the yaoguais to stop. The girl, barely ten, had a sweet, rosy face-hardly an evil yaoguai as he imagined. The young man was at a loss.

To his surprise, the young girl, lonely with few companions her age, brought him to the Webbed Hollow to play. He stayed, and she visited often to lift her spirits. Conflicted, he spent nights vowing by lamplight to slay the yaoguais and avenge his father come morning. One night, a small wasp flew in and heard his oath, but he paid it no mind.

The next day, the girl didn’t come. Instead, a woman in green, adorned with an elaborate bun and possessing a fierce yet beautiful face, arrived with an entourage of insect guards. Among them was a wasp yaoguai who, with practiced ease, deftly searched the young man’s trunk, pulling out his hidden stash of travel money and the dagger intended for murder hidden within his porcelain pillow, before relaying his nightly vow of vengeance to its mistress.

The green-clad woman addressed the young man, “No mortal shall reside in Webbed Hollow, yet we spared you to be a companion for my younger sister. But, in return, you plot to harm her, and you shall be punished for this. That being said, your quest for vengeance is understandable, which is why I shall leave your fate to the Bonevault.” At her command, the guards seized him, casting him into the abyss, his fate uncertain in the darkness below.

Beetle Captain

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: Found in the first village in Chapter 4, looks like a white beetle warrior with two swords.

Story: Unlike the bee, wasp, hornet, katydid, cockroach, grasshopper, and dragonfly—the adopted sons of the spider ladies, the beetle captain earned his rank through his own valor. Perhaps this was what made him stubborn, quick to anger over slights to his status. He often quarreled with the lesser guais over matters of words and etiquette. They called him arrogant and overbearing behind his back, disliking him all the more.

One day, a petty dispute drove him to brandish his twin sabers at the lesser guards. Beetle Commander chanced by and pulled him aside, “You think your deeds and skills command their respect. But, know this, rank has no bearing on the actions of others. What would happen if you measured your worth by the regard of everyone? When stone spiders show you disrespect, you’d think that makes you their inferior.”

The captain retorted, “You’re a commander, thus none dare offend you. But I’m a minor officer. If I don’t assert myself, those lesser ones will scorn me even more.”

The commander shook his head, “If they treated you with greater deference than me, would that make you my superior in practice and skill? Nay, for I have observed that those who clamor most for respect often receive the least of it.”

What became of the beetle captain? Alas, he remained as he ever was, as one’s nature could not be easily altered. It was said that he continued to contend with all who crossed his path until at last, he was never to be seen again.

Stone Spider

Location: Village of Lanxi > Estate of the Zhu: Found in the first village in Chapter 4, found around a gold chest just before this shrine. Looks like a small spider.

Story: In the olden days, a lesser beetle guai in the Webbed Hollow rose to the rank of captain through sheer prowess. But the promotion swelled his ego, and he lorded it over the others till they shunned him, much to his ire.

Upon a day of rest, the beetle captain found himself bereft of friends to squander the hours with and thus roamed the cave alone. He beheld a stone from which long and slender legs sprouted forth. As it turned out, the stone held a spider stirring from slumber.

These spiders, burdened with stones upon their backs, moved in a slow, clumsy manner. The captain, beset by a foul mood, kicked one over and laughed at its plight as it flailed and struggled to right itself. With each attempt it made to stand, he flicked it down again, guffawing.

After who knows how long, crisp raps echoed from the depths of the cave. Soon, hordes of stone spiders marched out of the dark. Seeing the threat, the captain drew his weapons and charged into their midst. The spiders showed no fear; they hurled stones, spat silk and venom, rammed and butted. They drove the captain into a rage, and he spun his twin blades in a killing frenzy amidst the spiders. As he cut them down with zeal, a flicker of lantern light neared, followed by a playful voice, “You fool, you think you can slay every spider in the Webbed Hollow alone? Come with me-I’ll take you to play under the peach blossoms.”

The beetle captain lifted his gaze to behold a maiden of unsurpassed beauty. His heart stirred, and he followed her at once. Henceforth, he was seen no more. One old guai mused, “To slay spiders within their lair is but to seek death itself.”

Minor Amourworm

Location: Webbed Hollow > Cliff of Oblivion: Found in the spider caves from this shrine on the way to the next shrine “Lower Hollow”.

Story: From the southern slopes of Mount Huai, one can gaze upon the radiant splendor of Mount Kunlun, its brilliance stretching for miles, exuding an awe-inspiring grandeur.

On Mount Kunlun, there exists a creature called the “Tuluo.” It resembles a sheep but has four horns and is known to devour humans. Another creature, known as the “Qinyuan,” looks like a bee but is as large as a mandarin duck. Its sting is lethal to birds and beasts, and it can wither trees with a mere touch of its venom.

King Mu of Zhou once had the fortune to visit Mount Kunlun. He toured its magnificent palaces, tasted various celestial herbs and delicacies, listened to sweet music performed by beautiful celestial maidens, and saw many wondrous mythical beasts.

When the celestial maidens presented gifts to King Mu, he refused but pointed to the mythical beasts in garden and asked, “May I take one of these extraordinary creatures back with me?” The celestial maidens replied, “The beings of Kunlun drink from the celestial moat and feed on celestial herbs. Even if you take them to the mortal realm, they would lose their form and abilities. It is better not to take them away, for if they transform, we cannot predict what calamities they might cause.”

Clawed Cocoon

Location: Webbed Hollow > Upper Hollow: Take the path right of this shrine, on the story path to the next shrine you will come across cocoons with spider arms slashing out of them.

Story: In the Kingdom of Zhuzi, a curious tale prevailed. No matter how many kings came and went, the Zhu family of the Royal Weaving Office never relocated. They wove a fabric known as Celestial Silk, gleaming as moonlight, light as clouds. Nobility and merchants alike clamored for it. The city’s weavers seethed with jealousy, but none could replicate it. Over time, whispers spread that the Zhus owed their skill to a jade shuttle, bestowed by the Red-clad Immortal.

One weaver was convinced that obtaining that shuttle would also secure his fortune. On a deep, dark night, he sneaked into the Zhu’s workshop outside the city walls during the second watch.

The Zhus were rich enough to have their workshop sprawled wide and vast. In the dead of night, not a soul was in sight. The weaver crept through the yards of draping silks when a pure white light fell upon the center of the drying racks. The moon dimmed, and darkness swallowed all but that single, shining pillar joining earth and sky.

The weaver stumbled toward it and discovered the pillar of light was made of countless strands of silk. Two monstrous silkworms were spinning these strands into cocoons and hanging them on the drying racks. The cocoons’ hooked feet grabbed the silk strands and passed a jade shuttle back and forth, weaving the exquisite fabric. Dazed, the weaver became fixated on the shuttle, convinced that owning it would endow him with the same power. But the cocoons impaled him with their sharp hooks in a blink of an eye. As he lay dying, he saw the worms crawling toward him. They carried him into the pillar of light and wrapped him a luminous cocoon.

Scorpion Prince

Location: Webbed Hollow > Upper Hollow: Take the path right of this shrine and on the main path to the next shrine you will come across a scorpion enemy.

Story: The four sons of the Scorpion House often secretly inquired about each other’s recent activities. This was not out of brotherly affection but rather due to a competitive spirit, fearing that one of them might be chosen by one of the sisters in the cave before the others.

Not only did they spy on each other’s whereabouts, but they also felt compelled to comment on them afterward. If they heard that a brother had achieved something recently, they would make sarcastic remarks and express jealousy. Conversely, if a brother had made a mistake, they would mock and ridicule him, taking pleasure in his misfortune.

Confused by such behavior, the lesser yaoguais in the cave approached Beetle Commander to seek an explanation.

Beetle Commander explained, “Their fear isn’t about failing to marry a lady; it’s that their brother’s promotion will cut into their own benefits.” Hearing this, the lesser yaoguais were even more perplexed.

Beetle Commander continued, “The Hundred-Eyed Daoist Master will not permit the Scorpion family to amass excessive power. Thus, if one of the four brothers ascends to the position of prince consort, the prospects for the others inevitably wane. This principle extends to the official roles within the cave. Take Scorpion Eldest, for instance; having gained the favor of the Second Madam, he faces the most exclusion from his brothers.”

“But the eldest one is indeed more capable, while the others are not as competent,” one lesser yaoguai chimed in.

“Exactly. Because he has some skills, his brothers only talk behind his back and don’t dare to confront him directly. Were it someone less skilled, it might not be the same…”

Sword Daoist

Location: Temple of the Yellow Flower > Mountain Trail: Directly on the right of the shrine on the cliff. Looks like a masked human.

Story: Every ten years, the Temple of Yellow Flowers opens its doors to recruit disciples.

One day, a newly admitted young Daoist discovered that the disciples focused on innate practice were divided into three different groups based on their skills. One group used staffs, another used fly-whisks, and the third used swords.

The young Daoist observed them closely and noticed that the disciples who used staffs and fly-whisks were also responsible for various chores around the temple and had less favorable living conditions. In contrast, the disciples who used swords only needed to focus on their training and they were even privileged to receive daily guidance from the master. The young Daoist secretly consulted the senior disciples and found out that the sword disciples were also the quickest to achieve enlightenment and ascension.

However, becoming a disciple of the sword group was no easy task. It required passing a rigorous examination by the master, and only those deemed to have the highest potential were given the opportunity. The young Daoist visited each senior disciple, noting down the questions the master had asked them in the past, and made thorough preparations. Eventually, he succeeded in his endeavor, winning first place. The master personally tied his hair into a topknot and bestowed upon him a sword.

From the moment he joined the sword group, he woke up early every day to train under the supervision of Beetle Commander. In the afternoons, he strengthened his Qi under the master’s guidance. Though the life was monotonous and arduous, he was very content.

After more than a decade of rigorous cultivation, the disciples of sword group finally earned the master’s approval.

The master informed them that their skills were now proficient enough for them to enter the mountains for secluded meditation. If they were fortunate enough, they could achieve their ascension.

Fly-whisk Daoist

Location: Temple of the Yellow Flower > Mountain Trail: After this shrine upstairs in the next area, looks like a human with yellow clothes.

Story: In Petalfall Hamlet lived a Daoist. He had taken his vows last and was the youngest, and thus, the grandmaster doted on him. He, too, was glad to wait on the grandmaster at all times. If the grandmaster extended a hand, he served tea. If the grandmaster lifted a foot, he removed his shoe. He swatted flies, fanned the breeze, made the bed, and tidied the covers-quick and thorough in his duties. The grandmaster favored him greatly.

His fellow disciples burned with jealousy, but they couldn’t stoop to such fawning. They could only speak ill of him behind his back and bully him to vent their ire.

One day, the grandmaster held a test to assess his disciples’ learning. When it was the turn of the youngest, he decided to be lenient with him. He only asked him to recite a passage from the scripture of Dao De Jing. The young disciple put on a smug face and chanted in a loud, clear voice: “The Dao produced One One, produced Two Two, produced Three Three, produced all things…”

The other disciples had long awaited this moment, and their wish was finally granted. They roared with laughter and even stole glances at the grandmaster to see his reaction. The grandmaster, furious, stormed off in a huff. The other disciples then warned the young one, “You’ve committed a grave blunder and incited his anger today. Don’t dream of learning any solid skills from him now.”

After that incident, the grandmaster shunned the youngest disciple. But then he found he had no one to wait on him properly. Over time, he reminisced about the young disciple’s attentiveness. Before long, the disciple was summoned to serve him again. But when he saw the disciple’s disinterest in Daoist learning, his aversion returned. One day, the young disciple implored the grandmaster to teach him some skills, and the grandmaster took the fly-swatting, fan-waving motions the boy did each day and made them into a set of moves. Who knows if it was meant as sarcasm? In the end, he taught the boy those moves and wind-wielding techniques, and that was all the boy could hope for.

Staff Daoist

Location: Temple of the Yellow Flower > Mountain Trail: Shortly after this shrine you will go up some stairs and then you see a temple-looking building in front of you, there are two spear-wielding guards in yellow robes.

Story: Long ago, a mountain village sat on a ridge teeming with insects. Strange things kept happening, so the villagers all moved out, leaving it a deserted village. In the village below lived a young man. His mother had died, and his father was a poor wastrel who paid him no mind. The villagers looked down on him and often abused him. He felt he couldn’t endure such disdain, so he fled to live in the abandoned village. Little did he know that the village was claimed by a swarm of insect guais.

As soon as the young man reached the ridge, the yaoguais seized him. He didn’t fight back, as a deep-rooted death wish, stemming from a life without attachments, had long infested his heart. Seeing his resignation, the insects didn’t harm him. Instead, they provided him shelter in a dilapidated shack.

That night, a middle-aged Daoist brought him food and clothing. “I heard you have nowhere to go, so I brought you some things for daily use. If you don’t mind, take me as your master and stay here. I can teach you practices for ascension.” The youth hadn’t been cared for in so long. He eagerly donned the Daoist robe and performed the rites to acknowledge his master. From then on, he lived and trained with the insect guais. They spent their days dining and walking together, and at night, they slept side by side.

One day, a scholar barged into the young man’s room. “I’ve just escaped from the yaoguais’ lair. They had trapped me in a cocoon sack, and I’m unsure of their intentions. I’m fleeing this place. You’re human, you should come with me.” The young man shook his head. “I’m content here. Why should I leave?” The scholar grew angry, “Because they’re yaoguais and you’re human! Even if they don’t harm you, staying with them long enough will turn you into a yaoguai as well!”

“You’re right,” the young man said as he grabbed his staff and knocked the scholar to the ground. “But even if I turn into a yaoguai, I’ll do so gladly.” The scholar deemed that the young man was past saving. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he crawled out the door and fled alone.

Snake Herbalist

Location: Temple of the Yellow Flower > Mountain Trail: Found on the main path shortly after this shrine. Looks like a lizard with a poison bag on its back.

Story: In the old days, there was a Daoist temple at the foot of Purple Cloud Mountain. An ascetic Daoist nun, worn from her long travels, sought shelter there one night. The temple nuns, moved by her devotion, offered her hot water and fresh clothes.

As she bathed, the nun heard a sound from the rafters. Without showing any sign of alarm, she put on her robe and nonchalantly picked up her fly-whisk. With a gentle flick, the whisk stretched and coiled with her motion, snaking up to the rafters and seizing a yaoguai.

Alerted by the commotion, the temple nuns rushed into the room to investigate. On the ground crouched a snake guai with green scales, unfazed by its capture. It seemed the nuns had been its prior victims, now taking turns to scold it. The snake guai looked at them with contempt and puffed out its cheeks to spew green venom in every direction. Anyone struck by even a drop collapsed at once, writhing in pain.

As the guai had no remorse, the nun took out a wispy golden needle, prepared to destroy it. Only then did the snake show fear. It pleaded at once: “I’m just a lesser herbalist guai from the mountain. In my basket outside is the antidote for them. Please, will you spare my life, immortal lady?”

Hearing its sincere plea, the nun granted it mercy. The guai rummaged in its basket and handed her some small white pellets. “These are the leaves of the pearl tree. They’re rare in the mortal world and can cure all venoms.” It fed one to each Daoist nun, and they recovered at once.

After that, the temple always had tree pearls on hand, and many afflicted by venom came here to seek aid. But the high cost of a tree pearl meant many, unable to afford it, had to face the toxin’s fatal outcome.

Snake Sheriff

Location: Temple of the Yellow Flower > Mountain Trail: Found along the main path after this shrine, when reaching an area with a big tree in the middle. This enemy looks like a tiger with long neck.

Story: In the mountains, there was a tiger with a strong desire for the Dao. Hoping to become a disciple under an accomplished immortal, he traveled across high mountains and great rivers, seeking a Daoist temple. However, his Daoist affinity was thin, and he couldn’t find a master willing to accept him until he reached the Webbed Ridge.

At first, the immortal master disdained him for being a mere tiger, unlike his other disciples, and refused to meet him. The tiger knelt outside the mountain gate for several days without rising. The immortal master, sensing his sincerity, gave him a chance and accepted him as an outer disciple.

Unexpectedly, the tiger had no steadfastness. After the initial fervor, he didn’t put in the effort. The immortal master advised him, “One’s practice relies on oneself, not the master.” But the tiger couldn’t grasp this and was punished to guard the mountain at Forest of Ferocity. Feeling resentful, the tiger became even lazier, spending his days lying idly under a tree and cursing his master to pass the time.

One day, while half-asleep under the tree, complaining about his master, he suddenly heard a soft sigh and felt something slip into his mouth. Startled, he sat up, but there was no one around. He retched for a long time but couldn’t expel anything, thinking it was just a dream.

After some time, the tiger’s neck became long and thin, and he could no longer speak. He diligently patrolled Forest of Ferocity every day. People whispered among themselves, “He started his Daoist practice with enthusiasm but ended poorly. The master must have punished him, which is why he looks like this now. From now on, we’d best be careful.”

Worm Practitioner

Location: Temple of the Yellow Flower > Mountain Trail: Found along the main path about 1-2 minutes after this shrine. It looks like a monster with a spike-head.

Story: The disciples who practiced swordsmanship in the temple had been training under their master for a long time. Since joining the group, they had all harbored the wish to attain ascension, diligently practicing their skills with great perseverance.

One day, the master finally informed his disciples that after years of rigorous training, their skills had become proficient. He told them that they could now follow him into the mountains for a secluded meditation. If they were fortunate, they might achieve ascension and become immortals. The disciples were overjoyed and eagerly packed their belongings to follow their master into the mountains.

The master led them using a teleportation technique to a breathtakingly beautiful mountain. The mountain was rustling golden leaves, presenting a scene of crisp, refreshing autumn weather.

At the mountain’s peak, there was a hamlet where they set down their belongings. The master then led them along a path behind the hamlet to the summit. There, they saw strands of silk hanging in the air, with one end suspended in the mountain mist and the other reaching high into the clouds, destination unknown. The master said, “This is the celestial ladder to the Immortal Kingdom. Hundreds of years ago, your senior brother ascended to immortality from this very spot.”

With that, he handed each of them a peculiar object of a violet color and said, “This is a pill to aid your ascension. Quickly, my disciples, consume it.”

The disciples, filled with excitement, immediately swallowed the larva-like objects. A few hesitated, only to see a terrifying and disgusting scene: the disciples taken the pills had transformed into flat-headed, fleshy worms. Horrified, they questioned their master, shaking. The master shook his head and sighed, “When the opportunity arises, your courage fails, which make you unfit to become immortals.”

Before his sigh had ended, the disciples who had transformed into worms lunged at them…

Lushleaf

Location: Secret: Purple Cloud Mountain > Valley of Blooms: When facing the shrine, drop down the left of it where some water is, past the water you see a big tree-enemy that’s glowing blue, defeat it for the spirit.

Story: Once, a wealthy scion, seeking the path of the immortals, abandoned his family fortune and retreated to the mountains for solitary practice. Accustomed to being served, he struggled alone and often faltered in basic chores. One day, while washing clothes, his basin drifted away. He sat by the river and wailed aloud. Suddenly, from the rustling trees, a young and beautiful woman glided down to him.

She landed before him, inquired about his plight, and consoled him, saying, “Your devotion has moved a spirit of these cypresses such as me. You have my aid.” She would prepare his meals, launder his clothes, and always leave as silently as she came. Yet, the boy’s heart harbored other thoughts. He said to her, “Since you care for me so, why not join me in practice as Daoist partners and harmonize yin with yang?”

Enraged by his audacity, the woman sharply rebuked him. “Our practices take on different paths, and mine has been kept for a millennium. Why would I risk this practice because of you?” She left swiftly, but after many tearful pleas by the river, the boy was forgiven. However, within half a year, he broached her with the proposal again, persisting in his deluded fantasy.

The woman, after pondering, said, “How can you speak of the practice of yin and yang with me before you see my true form? Follow me, and you shall see.”

She led him deep into the woods and revealed a massive, gnarled cypress tree. She glided onto its canopy and disappeared. The cypress let out a mighty roar and rose from the ground. With a flick of power, it summoned the surrounding shrubs. Together, they encircled the boy, intending to teach him a lesson. Overcome with fear, he fled back to his home and abandoned his pursuit of Dao.

Thank You

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