Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 107 - 106: Taoist Inheritance Dispute

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: Taoist Inheritance Dispute

"Finally, someone asked the question," Song Lin thought to himself.

The news that could cause these reclusive experts to panic was certainly no ordinary information.

Not to mention its connection to the northern Moyu Demon Country.

"Heh heh, this little brother must be under a hundred years old, right?" A man wearing a zombie mask said from among the crowd.

"The Dragon Abyss Conference is held roughly every hundred years. Demon Clan tribes gather, led by their various Demon Lords, to offer sacrifices to the Demon Emperor’s Heavenly Court; this is what they call the Dragon Abyss Conference."

"What does the Demon Clan’s conference have to do with us?"

"Hmph, you don’t believe me when I say you’re young. The conference requires sacrifices. And what are the Demon Clan’s sacrifices? Think for yourself."

"You old windbag! Can’t you just explain it properly?! Don’t let me find out your real identity!" Loach said irritably.

"Come on, then! See if I care!"

As they spoke, the two suddenly started bickering.

"Stop arguing! In times of crisis, you should unite and work together to overcome challenges,"

The Heavenly Venerate suddenly spoke up, and an invisible pressure swept through the room.

It felt as though a heavy stone was pressing down on everyone’s hearts.

"Yes."

The two grudgingly sat back down.

"The essence of the Blessing Meeting is to break down sect barriers and encourage mutual exchange. When the demons start a war and the Taoist schools block supplies, we hope everyone will support each other."

"Many of you may not have experienced it, but I have classified intelligence here."

"The last Dragon Abyss Conference was 105 years ago. Three Wu Country emperors died in a single year. Two Heavenly Masters from the Taoist schools perished. Eighteen thousand Taoists lost their lives. Six hundred Taoist temples were wiped entirely from the map, and civilian casualties were uncountable."

"The most brutal battlefield, Heavenly Rift Valley, claimed three million lives, and its stench of blood still hasn’t dissipated to this day."

The Heavenly Venerate was particularly fond of the Dragon Abyss Conference; each one marked the highest number of times he used the Capture Technique.

On this topic, the Heavenly Venerate would always share intelligence about the Dragon Abyss Conference without reservation.

Hearing this, Song Lin felt somewhat shocked.

He hadn’t expected such major events to have occurred in recent years. If it weren’t for the Blessing Ceremony, he might only have learned about it when the war broke out.

It seemed he needed to achieve Spirit Refining Great Success as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, he would have no means to protect himself.

When the meeting ended, many people didn’t leave.

"Seeking top-grade spiritual pills like the Heavenly King Heart Replenishing Pill, quantity unlimited!"

"Looking for a thousand-year-old corpse. I’m trading top-grade magic money from the Xuanqing Dao Alliance—more is better."

"Seeking techniques for concealing my presence."

The crowd quickly began trading.

"Taoist, do you have other spells? I’ll trade with a pill recipe."

Just as Song Lin was about to leave, Xuan Lady stopped him.

"I do. I have two secret techniques for transforming fire and water. I need a pill recipe effective for the Divine Establishment Period," Song Lin replied.

"I have one. Do you need the original manuscript?" asked Xuan Lady.

"Uh, sorry, I haven’t cultivated the Capture Technique."

The two exchanged information, and Song Lin then returned to reality.

Last time, he had obtained a Tiger Suppressing Solidification Pill in exchange. This time, he also acquired a Dragon Suppressing Yuan Nourishing Pill.

The two complemented each other. It seemed this little girl still had quite a few treasures hidden away.

Back in reality, Song Lin muttered to himself, "The Capture Technique..."

He had to resolve this latent danger.

Currently, he was likely the only one who hadn’t practiced it. For now, he could use the excuse of seclusion, but that wouldn’t hold for long.

"First, complete Spirit Refining, and resolve the Capture Technique along the way."

The key to resolving this issue could only lie in the story world.

Nuogao Record was filled with talented individuals.

With this thought, Song Lin entered the Nuogao Record world.

...

Tangg Valley.

Song Lin’s soul, bathed in golden light, grew more solid and distinct.

Now, with over a third of his Divine Establishment progress complete, everything seemed to be moving in a favorable direction.

He had spent over a hundred days in the Mei Mountain Blessed Land.

Which was equivalent to ten years in the Nuogao Record world.

Year fifteen in Nuogao Record.

During these ten years, the Sui Dynasty flourished. The Fiery Fire blazed brightly.

Yangg Jian restored the Han surname, abolished the barbarian system, established the Five Provinces and Six Ministries system, reduced taxes, and nurtured the populace.

The Divine Land cast aside centuries of fragmentation and turmoil, radiating a newfound vibrancy and vitality.

The friction between Buddhism and Taoism did not escalate into violent conflicts.

In Yangzhou, at the Meridian Tiangang Sect’s Tiangang Temple.

The temple master, Xuan Su, who had just entered the Divine Establishment but not yet achieved Spirit Refining, looked at Wang Qii in confusion and asked:

"Great Grandmaster, why don’t you allow us to spread the Tao? After all, it was us who supported the Yangg family."

"Pudu Zen Temple also hasn’t expanded its teachings wildly. This was my agreement with the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk," Wang Qii said, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the clear lake. "Today’s peace across the land and the people’s recovery would be jeopardized by a struggle between the two schools."

At this moment, maintaining a balance was the best course of action.

"Moreover, it’s not that you’re forbidden from spreading the Tao but that those in the Manifestation Saint state or higher aren’t allowed to intervene! You’re free to send disciples into the world to teach."

Beside the two stood three Manifestation Saint experts, each of distinct temperament—some eerie, some graceful, others carefree.

These were the leaders of the "Three Great Demon Sects" apart from Fangxian Dao.

Wang Qii’s words left them stunned.

Disciples?

They barely had any disciples left in the Central Plains! Most of them had already fled overseas long ago.

Their reliance rested solely on their contributions during the founding of the dynasty and on their high-level combat prowess, which was only slightly inferior to that of the Pudu Zen Temple.

The Yin Yang Sect’s master, Xuan Su, couldn’t help but ask, "Great Grandmaster, which side are you on anyway? Isn’t it obvious you’re favoring them?"

"Exactly! Even Empress Dugu is a Buddhist believer. How are we supposed to compete?" Xiaoyao Zi, the Taoist of the Heavenly Heart Dao, interjected.

"At the very least, allow us to take back our ancestral lands!" said Bi Xuan, the enchanting yet mature leader of the Xuanyin Sect.

"A man without trust cannot stand. No matter what means you use, you absolutely may not act personally."

The Grandmaster’s resolute stance rendered even Xuan Su, who wanted to ease the atmosphere, momentarily speechless.

"Damn it! Do you really think you’re the leader of the Taoist schools? Back then, you borrowed sect scriptures from our ancestors to make your breakthrough! Is this how you repay us?!" Xuan Su’s tone grew more hostile.

"Taoist, mind your manners! The Great Grandmaster is doing this for the good of all," Xuan Lady quickly interjected.

"Ungrateful bastard!"

Everyone understood that a conflict would upend the peace they currently enjoyed, but accepting favoritism was hard to swallow.

"Enough!" Wang Qii furrowed his brows, his sleeve sweeping wide.

Whoosh!

A wave of immense True Qi launched the three leaders several miles away.

Year sixteen in Nuogao Record.

Left with no choice, the group reluctantly agreed to Wang Qii’s terms.

They still clung to some hope, as the Crown Prince Yangg Yong was close to their faction.

Yangg Jian, influenced by Empress Dugu, grew increasingly aligned with the Pudu Zen Temple and established a structured monk system,

even taking vows together as a couple.

This seductive "beauty trap" rendered their efforts futile. In the end, there was nothing to be done—the rules prohibited direct action, and Yangg Jian had only a few years left to live anyway.

Year seventeen in Nuogao Record.

Yangg Jian became increasingly tyrannical, executing countless innocents, and implemented progressively harsher laws: stealing three melons carried the death penalty; stealing a single coin led to public execution by waist slicing.

Year eighteen in Nuogao Record.

Prince Yangg Yong angered the Emperor and was demoted to a commoner, leaving Yangg Guang as the Crown Prince.

"Unfair! Outrageous! Outrageous!"

"I can’t bear this any longer! I must storm Chang’an and take that bald monk’s head!"

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