Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 116 - 112: 9 Dark Plots, Dragon Abyss Conference Convenes

Chapter 116: Chapter 112: 9 Dark Plots, Dragon Abyss Conference Convenes

"The Capital Institute has eleven Taoists, thirty-six Taoist disciples, one archivist, two assistants, and one book spirit."

Arriving at the Capital Institute.

"Greetings, Lord Dean!"

The crowd, well-prepared, lined up and bowed to Song Lin in salute.

"No need for formalities, rise."

Finally entering the great hall, rows of bookshelves came into view—at least a hundred of them.

These books were the cherished collection of the Taoist Temple, accumulated over centuries.

The majority contained common knowledge, but there were also many valuable gems. Apart from spells and cultivation techniques, almost all of them were accessible to Song Lin, the sitting dean.

"Greetings, Dean!"

An elderly Taoist garbed in a white robe, exuding a scholarly aura, bowed in respect.

In front of the old Taoist was a desk with a thick tome bound in goatskin.

The book bore human-like facial features, eerily resembling the old Taoist himself.

This figure was none other than the legendary book spirit.

It was said that the Book Collection Pavilion absorbed the essence of the sun and moon until a certain threshold, upon which it would gain spiritual wisdom and mastery of all knowledge.

Given the vast quantity of books here, locating a specific one without assistance would be immensely time-consuming.

Song Lin met with everyone in turn. He was no stranger to the admiration and reverence people showed him, having long moved past his days as a naive Taoist disciple.

Besides, with his ever-expanding horizons, being the dean of a small county’s institute no longer seemed particularly significant.

What would truly elevate his status, at the very least, would be becoming a temple master, and that was Song Lin’s goal.

"Book Spirit, retrieve all the data on the Dragon Abyss Conference from recent years for me."

"Understood."

The white-robed elder vanished, and the book automatically opened, flipping through dozens of pages in rapid succession.

Lines of information continuously transformed on the pages, resulting in thousands of entries, which ultimately materialized as coordinates marking the locations of the specified books.

For the next several days, Song Lin spent his time immersed in the Book Collection Pavilion.

The Capital Institute was a relatively idle department with minimal responsibilities. Most records were automatically managed by the book spirit, and in rare cases of difficulty, there was still Li Jing to assist.

Through the gathered information, Song Lin gained substantial insight into the Dragon Abyss Conference, the surrounding regions, and the major demon kingdoms.

Song Lin came to realize how many formidable enemies surrounded Wu Country, with some information suggesting that beyond the demon clan territories, there were actually human nations—albeit unvisited by anyone to date.

In any case, the upcoming conference would undoubtedly become a blood-soaked grinder.

"I must accelerate my preparations," Song Lin thought to himself, determined.

First, there was the ominously lurking Jiuyou. The fact that this entity had accepted him as a disciple was clearly part of some sinister scheme.

Second, there was the matter of the Dragon Abyss Conference itself.

A threat facing everyone.

Jiuyou commanded two hundred thousand Rampant Soldiers, and even with water technique refining soldiers, it was impossible for Song Lin to create such an army in short order.

Nor were there enough trustworthy subordinates to rely on.

Currently, he had twenty-four thousand troops under his command, along with thirty thousand Rampant Soldiers loaned by a Rampant Soldier General, bringing the total force to fifty-four thousand troops—of which thirty thousand weren’t truly his.

"If I add the Eight Formation Map, could we surprise the enemy and take on tenfold their numbers?"

Song Lin speculated.

In any case, he decided to have Lu Qian and the others increase the pace of refining soldiers.

Water Technique Refining Soldiers was not restricted by the Soldier and Horse Altar; as long as his own mana remained sufficient and he avoided being countered by the Rampant Soldiers, he could continue.

With his Temple Emperor Seal and talisman, Song Lin could sustain about twenty-four thousand soldiers.

Given that water-refining techniques reached ten times the capacity of ordinary means, those serving in patrols might collectively produce more than ten thousand additional troops.

Delegating the task to Li Jing, Song Lin returned alone to the Hidden Sword Manor.

Master’s Hall.

Jiuyou gazed into the void, the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

"To think there’s a trace of Spirit Refining on your body. Interesting. What secrets are you hiding?"

Surrounding Jiuyou stood ghosts and gods, each with terrifying appearances.

The red-haired Yaksha asked, "My Lord, shall I investigate him for you?"

"Do not alert him unnecessarily. Song Lin will not escape from the palm of my hand," Jiuyou said confidently.

After all, he was an old demon who had lived for five hundred years; why would he concern himself over a young Taoist barely past twenty?

Crash!

At that moment, a small, vividly green tornado swept in, transforming into a swirling wolf-faced ghost god.

"My Lord, fresh intelligence."

"Speak!"

"The East Sea Dragon Abyss Conference has convened. Attending Great Demon tribes include the Whale Chicken, Fuxi, Wailing Heron, North Sea Fish, and the Giant Turtle Tribe. A vanguard from the Dragon Abyss is advancing toward the coastline, expected to reach in six months."

"How many troops?"

"Uncertain. The leader is the North Sea Fish."

"Fascinating..."

The North Sea Fish was an old acquaintance—an oceanic behemoth. It’s said that anyone who saw its head would remain in place for seven days, waiting, before finally seeing its tail.

But this wasn’t Jiuyou’s primary concern; the North Sea Fish would be dealt with by the Heavenly Masters.

Their focus remained on the other demons.

Jiuyou suddenly concocted a scheme.

If possession occurred at that moment, it might go unnoticed by others.

With this in mind, Jiuyou set the timeline for his possession: the day the demon army landed at Shanyin.

"Prepare the necessary materials in advance," Jiuyou ordered.

The Heaven and Earth Xuanmen Alliance, located in Wu Country’s southeastern region (similar to Jiangnan), was likely to face the earliest impact; this day wasn’t far off.

"Song Lin, savor your time in that body while you can." Jiuyou revealed his demonic face.

...

Nuogao Record World.

Song Lin awoke from his meditation.

"Divine Beast, you should hide. I will go inform Shentu and Yulei."

"Understood. My reawakening won’t be hidden for long. The Four Great Arhats might make a comeback."

"Got it," Song Lin replied, rising to leave.

Taodu Mountain.

Shentu and Yulei remained guarding the Ghost Gate.

They idly counted the number of leaves on the peach trees stretching for thousands of miles.

"Yulei, do you think that brat ran away?"

"No, I trust in Muu Emperor’s prophecy."

Muu Emperor was the most legendary ruler of the Zhou Dynasty.

Though not the strongest in governance or martial arts, his reign was the longest, spanning thousands of years.

During his time, Muu Emperor traversed the heavens.

Ancient texts recorded: "In the past, Emperor Muu aspired to roam the world, leaving wheel tracks and hoofprints wherever he went."

The elder deities still vividly remembered the dashing, chariot-driving Emperor Muu, accompanied by the Eight Horses.

He was a figure who had once met the Queen Mother of the West and struck a covenant with her.

Yet mysteriously, Muu Emperor vanished, his pact with the Queen Mother unfulfilled.

Crash!

At that moment, a crimson dragon surged through the clouds, carrying a dashing White Rob Taoist.

The Taoist appeared youthful, his cascading sleeves billowing in the strong wind, exuding unparalleled magnanimity.

For a fleeting instant, Shentu and Yulei felt an uncanny familiarity, as if they had known him long before.

"Found your opportunity?" Shentu eagerly asked.

"Not yet, but soon."

Song Lin conveyed Fusang Golden Chicken’s words to them.

"So the Fusang Golden Chicken still lives." Shentu and Yulei were convinced by Song Lin’s account.

The Fusang Three Chickens were ancient myths, unknown to most people.

"What are your plans moving forward?"

"Focus on cultivating, expanding the Taoist School’s influence, expelling the Pudu Zen Temple, and eventually clashing with Tianzhu in a decisive battle."

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(Another Chapter coming soon.)