Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 142 - 138: Yang Thunder Camp General, Three Official Divine Generals Control (2/3)

Chapter 142: Chapter 138: Yang Thunder Camp General, Three Official Divine Generals Control (2/3)

After Song Lin entered seclusion, Tianwu did not leave but instead stationed himself at the Taoist Temple.

The city had over fifty thousand residents, and the sixty thousand Rampant Soldiers monitoring them were more than sufficient.

During this period, there were occasional occurrences of Green Sheep’s voice being heard, which led to incidents of self-mutilation or murder. However, since no spells were used, the Rampant Soldiers easily restrained the perpetrators.

The crowd also noticed a peculiar fact: Green Sheep could not control the Rampant Soldiers.

The next day, at dawn.

Tianwu was awakened by the sound of chanting scriptures.

Opening the door, he saw the central Taoist Temple, where thirty-six meditation cushions were arranged. On each cushion sat a Taoist, with Taoist disciples practicing Qi Refinement by their side.

In addition to meditation and Qi Refinement, they also performed various rituals and fasting ceremonies, doing so in a composed and orderly manner. The scene appeared quite harmonious.

Shi Yinhua was also present, reciting commandments and punishments. An hour later, the daily lessons concluded.

"This? Does it even work?" Tianwu roughly understood the meaning of the scriptures. In essence, there were many prohibitions, most notably against infighting, which was explicitly forbidden within Xuanke Temple.

Having lived for hundreds of years as an old demon, he roughly guessed Song Lin’s intentions.

It was nothing more than an attempt to reduce internal friction within the sect and form a united force.

Encouraging people to respect their teachers, follow rules, foster a sense of honor toward the Taoist Temple, and advising cultivators to learn how to gracefully accept defeat, compete within the boundaries of the rules, and refrain from resorting to petty schemes after losing.

It was all understandable, but from Tianwu’s perspective, it was highly inefficient.

Placing faith in humanity was nothing but a joke.

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The pressure of life and death would force rapid improvement.

Moreover, with his profound cultivation, he did not need to worry about disciples rebelling or betraying him.

Someone like Song Lin, even if given a few more centuries, would probably still be no match for him.

"Two days. Two days and you think you can accomplish something?" There was no way Tianwu would follow Song Lin’s plan.

Over these two days, he intended to report to the Hall Master and then carry out a great massacre, severely weakening Xuanke Temple’s strength. By the time Song Lin emerged from seclusion, the situation would have already been set in stone.

He had a legitimate justification for demon extermination and did not believe that Song Lin would dare to stand up for a mere few disciples.

With this thought, Tianwu sent a flying letter to Heluo.

In the darkness, his expression turned extremely sinister as he chuckled coldly, "Hehe, it’s been so long since I’ve had a proper massacre!"

...

Year Fifty-Five of the Nuogao Record.

This was during the rule of Tang Emperor Taizong, Li Shimin. The nation was strong, and the administration was upright.

It was also an era filled with strange tales and supernatural happenings.

In Youzhou, someone discovered an ancient Blood Spring, whose water could cure all diseases when consumed. In the Western Region of Qiuci, someone found traces of ancient immortals, suspected to be related to the Ghost Valley Master.

In Jianye, an Imperial Censor discovered a Black Dragon that stirred up storms, which was later slain by an overseas Immortal.

Additionally, Emperor Taizong’s fervent pursuit of immortality and Taoist practices sparked a societal trend of exploring the mystical and uncovering secrets.

Chang’an, Great Ming Palace.

Late at night, the middle-aged Li Shimin was still diligently reviewing memorials.

For an emperor who had seized the throne, his reputation was beyond redemption, leaving him no choice but to focus on governance and military achievements to secure his legacy.

"Your Majesty, please take a rest. It won’t hurt to continue tomorrow," a eunuch softly advised. Only a childhood companion like this dared to counsel the emperor.

"It’s fine, I’m almost done." Li Shimin rubbed his eyes. "By the way, has there been any news from the Donghua Sect Leader?"

The Donghua Sect Leader referred to Song Lin.

Song Lin rarely allowed others to call him the Ghost Valley Master, just as Ying Zheng had little interest in acknowledging his past exploits.

A few days ago, Song Lin suddenly visited, bringing pills that cured the hidden ailments left from Li Shimin’s battles. In return, he requested certain materials to be collected.

Afterward, he took up residence in the nearby Qingliang Palace.

This had originally been a summer retreat for Li Shimin, but he had ceded it to Song Lin.

"The Donghua Sect Leader has not emerged, only instructing us to deliver items from time to time."

"Ensure that all his requests are fulfilled!"

"Understood!"

Inside Qingliang Palace.

Behind Song Lin stood a Three-eyed God General, alongside a towering White Ape.

In front of him was a dharma altar.

On the altar were mica, thunder stones, thunderstruck wood, Thunder God Vine, and other materials.

He was replicating the method for creating Yang Thunder Camp Generals.

The Yang Thunder Camp General had thunder patterns on its forehead and could command thunder and lightning while leading troops to wield thunder spells against all directions.

A commander of such caliber, capable of overseeing an army and performing group spells, certainly could not be classified as a mere Rampant Soldier.

It was in an entirely different category compared to Rampant Soldiers.

Although the Rampant Soldiers included generals, they were, in essence, still just enhanced Rampant Soldiers.

Thus, Song Lin needed to redefine the hierarchical structure.

The rank above Rampant Soldiers was "Divine General."

Divine Generals were divided into three levels: Spirit Official Divine Generals, Earth Official Divine Generals, and Heavenly Official Divine Generals.

The Spirit Official level spanned from Qi Refinement to Divine Establishment, graded as low-grade and top-grade.

The Earth Official level covered Core Formation to the Purple Mansion realm, while the Heavenly Official level encompassed tribulation crossing to Primordial Spirit.

The Yang Thunder Camp General was a top-grade Spirit Official Divine General, marking the highest level of Taoist Soldier that Song Lin had ever crafted.

The other Seven Great Saints barely achieved the standard of low-grade Spirit Official Divine Generals.

Now, the goal was to replicate the Divine Generals.

To implement these replicated Divine Generals into reality.

Once the battles concluded, every member of the Taoist Temple would have their own Divine General, greatly amplifying their strength.

With these thoughts, Song Lin threw himself into his research.

The Yang Thunder Camp General and the Yellow Turban Warriors required a similar element: understanding the Essence Qi of the Five Thunders.

Back then, it had been pure luck that Song Lin entered a state of epiphany, leading to the coincidental success of crafting the general.

"Large quantities of Five Thunders Essence Qi will likely be needed," Song Lin mused, as if struck by inspiration.

With a flip of his right hand, a crimson, translucent token appeared in his palm. Inscribed on it were the words "Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order."

The Shenxiao Ancestor, who excelled in soldier-refinement within Mei Mountain Jungle, had met an untimely death. Many of his spells had not been passed down, leaving behind only a single cultivation technique.

Song Lin suspected that this token might have been a key tool in Shenxiao’s soldier-refinement process.

"Yuann Hong, brace yourself!"

Upon seeing the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, Yuann Hong seemed to realize something but nodded with difficulty under Song Lin’s benevolent gaze.

Ever since being subjected to the liturgy of the Temple Emperor Seal, his existence was theoretically immortal as long as the seal endured. Unlike the other Rampant Soldiers, he retained memories from before his death.

"Ready now!!"

Song Lin ground various materials into powder, then mixed them into clear water while simultaneously drawing the Five Thunders Talisman and chanting.

At that moment, the talisman was completed.

"Command!!"

The Five Thunders Talisman turned to ashes and fell into the water.

"Prepare!!"

Boom!

The Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order emitted brilliant lightning.

Thunder manifested out of thin air, striking Yuann Hong. The air filled with a scorching stench; he had died!

"Hmm, let’s try again."

Song Lin summoned Yuann Hong back once more.

Boom!

"Hmm, this time he’s less charred. Once more!"

Boom!

"Almost there, let’s go again!"

Boom!

"Stop crying. Just one more time—this is the last!"

Whenever True Qi was depleted, they paused for a break before resuming. After dozens of repetitions, everyone outside the palace had fled far, far away.

Boom!

Finally, the lightning struck, the talisman water splashed, and as a golden light burst forth—

Lightning patterns emerged on Yuann Hong’s forehead, his body emanating rolling thunder energy.

"How do you feel?"

Yuann Hong leaped about energetically in excitement.

"Great!! I’ve grown stronger!!"

Divine Generals could not cultivate on their own. They might become marginally stronger, but breaking through realms was impossible.

For a Divine General to advance, Song Lin himself needed to refine and transform them into a different form for progression.

"Good to hear!" Song Lin silently calculated the costs.

The materials alone were staggering.

Thousand-year-old water-bottom mica, thunderstruck wood struck nine times, stones imbued with thunder energy atop mountain peaks, Thunder God Vine, and more.

The first two, in particular, were exceedingly rare.

As the temple master, Song Lin knew that refining just one cost at least five thousand dharma coins, and even then, the materials were not easily obtainable.

"I’ll need to find an opportunity to trade for more thunder talismans."

The system of Thunder Skills’ talismans was expansive; perhaps it could lead to an alternative.

Otherwise, even if he mastered it himself, there would be no way to pass it on to others.

Learning it alone was meaningless. Everyone else also needed to learn it so that Song Lin could reap the benefits on a larger scale.

Anyway, as long as the Temple Emperor Seal existed, others could not use his Taoist Soldiers freely, but he could certainly employ them as he pleased.

In the days that followed, Song Lin leveraged the Great Tang’s resources to refine soldiers.

Meanwhile, he notified others to wait for him by the seaside. As soon as the Seven Great Saints completed their training, they would set out immediately.

Soon enough, after ten days—

The Seven Great Saints finally succeeded in their cultivation.

"Greetings to the Altar Master!!"

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