Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 152 - 148: The Country of Youxiong, Sun East Lord (1/3)

Chapter 152: Chapter 148: The Country of Youxiong, Sun East Lord (1/3)

Song Lin picked up a weapon, ready to gather some food, when he suddenly noticed a group of wild men standing behind him.

The wild men wielded weapons made of stone and rough bows and arrows, clad in grass skirts, with coarse skin.

They stared at Song Lin and the bonfire, emitting guttural sounds, their eyes filled with awe.

Song Lin was startled upon seeing these people, his heart trembling as he thought, "In my current weak state, encountering these savages would surely spell death!"

While pondering this, the group suddenly knelt down, chanting unknown syllables.

Song Lin quickly grasped the situation.

They must have mistaken him for a Heavenly God.

It made sense—dressed in luxurious, multicolored silk, with fair skin and tidy attire, along with his ability to wield fire—wasn’t he akin to an immortal?

Realizing this, Song Lin immediately adopted an imposing demeanor.

He gestured for the group to rise, and a tall wild man stepped forward.

"Can you speak?" Song Lin asked.

The wild man looked puzzled, not comprehending Song Lin’s words.

He repeatedly uttered vocalizations resembling the word "Lian," prompting Song Lin to temporarily refer to him as Chief Lian.

"Never mind, I’ll teach you all in due time."

Song Lin sat on a rock while the blazing bonfire beside him warmed the group. Occasionally adding firewood, the flames grew fiercer, further instilling reverence among the people.

At that moment, Chief Lian knelt halfway down, presenting raw meat with both hands.

"I’ll teach you all to eat cooked food," Song Lin declared.

Unconcerned whether the group understood him, he skewered the meat with a wooden stick and roasted it over the fire.

In the ancient era, the lifespan of early humans was generally short.

This was largely due to poor hygiene standards coupled with dangerous living conditions. Wounds often became infected, and the average life expectancy was no more than thirty years.

Learning to use fire and eat cooked food might increase their lifespans.

Before long, the food was cooked. Song Lin then asked the people to gather some berries, using their juice as a condiment, making the dish appear more appetizing.

"Eat!"

Chief Lian cautiously took the food, and after taking a single bite, he excitedly patted his head before passing it to others.

The other wild men also eagerly patted their heads with their right hands.

Song Lin understood—this must be their expression for deliciousness.

Over the following days, they took Song Lin to see the cave they lived in, which sheltered nearly a hundred individuals.

"The Youxiong Clan, descendants of the Yellow Emperor..."

Song Lin wasn’t surprised at all.

This era was the one following the Heavenly Emperor Destroying the World. The Youxiong Clan had flourished thousands of years ago, so encountering members of this tribe was not unexpected.

"Since you revere me as a deity, I will lend you my assistance."

Inside the cave, Song Lin spoke in a language incomprehensible to the group.

Nearby, a tribal wizard with oil-painted patterns on his face recorded the event using ropes.

From then on, Song Lin taught the group how to make fire by drilling wood, build houses, weave linen clothes, plant crops, and other skills.

Three years passed in no time.

During these three years, villages were established at the foot of the mountain, and people from far and wide joined, swelling the population to several thousand.

"East Lord, we succeeded! We succeeded!"

Chief Lian ran over excitedly, clutching a ceramic vessel.

"Excellent, now you can cook food."

Three years of interaction had also enabled them to learn Song Lin’s language.

Next, Song Lin would teach them the written word, how to document on bamboo slips, conduct rituals to honor the Heavenly Gods, and so on.

Of course, the creation of bronze and iron tools remained the top priority.

Bronze tools were easier to produce, while forging iron tools required a higher level of skill.

With new weapons, their combat strength would advance to the next level.

In the village below, the people wore linen clothes and were assigned specific tasks: men hunted, women gathered berries and herbs, crafted pottery, and the elderly wove bamboo baskets.

"The Youxiong Tribe’s mortality rate has dropped by 30% in the past few years, and the population has surged dramatically. The next step is expansion."

Karma had increased bit by bit, and it seemed that aiding the Human Clan could accumulate karmic points, though not significantly; dealing with Evil Gods would likely offer greater gains.

Determined, Song Lin resumed his cultivation.

He had now entered the Meditation stage, awaiting his breakthrough to the Qi Refinement stage, which would allow him to project objects from the Real World.

"For Qi Refinement, I’ll need to seek out new materials," Song Lin mused.

Divine Establishment wasn’t an issue; the Golden Crow Yang Pattern could emit Pure Yang Qi to refine the Divine Soul.

Thanks to his accumulations from previous lives, his cultivation speed had greatly improved.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

During these ten years, the population of the Youxiong Tribe reached 3,000. They had mastered agricultural methods and achieved self-sufficiency.

One day, on the mountain.

Song Lin sat cross-legged at the edge of a cliff, inhaling the qi emanating from the east.

The True Qi within his body circulated, forming faint frost.

From afar, the cliff top was shrouded in clouds and mist, with sunlight refracting multicolored rays, resembling an Immortal Realm.

The surrounding people gazed at him with reverence.

This sacred site was forbidden; only the chief and the tribe’s wizard were allowed to ascend the mountain. Others were strictly prohibited, with execution as the punishment for defiance.

Chief Lian kept vigil by the furnace. From the flames emerged a clay mold containing melted ore.

Copper tools had already become widespread, but their quality was too soft, and bronze tools weren’t much better.

Now, Chief Lian was experimenting with forging a bronze treasure sword under the guidance of the East Lord God. He had begun his sword-forging journey atop the mountain.

Meanwhile, a group of people descended from the mountain.

Their numbers totaled over two thousand.

Leading them was their chief, mounted on a tiger, clad in linen armor, and armed with bows, arrows, and stone axes.

"I heard the Youxiong Clan has a deity?" Chief Jiqi asked the wizard beside him.

"Indeed, the East Lord God of Youxiong has descended, teaching fire, methods of agriculture, and even gifting the Yellow Emperor’s weapon that defeated Chiyou."

"Hahaha, I don’t believe it! I am the true god!"

This tribe was descended from the Qiongsang Clan, holding dominance over nearby settlements.

But their livelihood had been overtaken by the Youxiong Clan, prompting the Qiongsang leader to rally his forces for an assault.

Additionally, twelve smaller tribes had pledged to join the campaign.

Nearly all the tribes within the Qin River Basin were involved.

If they succeeded in destroying the Youxiong Clan, they would unify the Qin River Basin.

"Attack!!"

Jiqi rode his white tiger, brandishing a stone blade.

Leading a thousand warriors, he charged the distant settlement.

As they approached, bewilderment began to creep into their hearts.

What were these strange nest-like structures? And the orderly patches of vegetation, along with containers filled with water?

Everything seemed so unfamiliar.

And why did the elderly and women of the Youxiong Clan appear so healthy?

It was at this moment that Song Lin broke through to the Qi Refinement stage.

Boom!!

A sudden tempest arose, accompanied by rays of sunlight.

Azure light shot into the sky.

Song Lin stood at the cliff’s edge, bathed in golden light, radiant like a deity.

His entire being was immersed in the golden glow, a Golden Crow pattern adorning his brow.

He had officially stepped into the Qi Refinement Realm.

With a casual gesture, Song Lin summoned lightning. Heavenly Demon Stomach hovered in mid-air, releasing the Coiled Dragon Jade while transforming into a Coiled Dragon Plate beneath his feet.

Its terrifying visage, under the illumination of golden light, radiated divine majesty.

At that moment, Heaven and Earth seemed to resonate. Song Lin entered the profound Heavenly Human Connection state.

He hadn’t anticipated that a mere minor breakthrough would draw the universe’s attention.

Pure Yang Qi mingled with Taiyin Qi, converging from unknown origins.

In an instant, from the Lao Mountain Taoist to his previous Nuogao Record World—

All cultivation techniques flowed through his mind.

Song Lin remained suspended in mid-air, sensing the mysteries of the cosmos. His entire form resembled the Sun God, accompanied by the Green Dragon Guardian.

This scene left the various tribes in awe.

In an era where thunder, storms, and rain were deemed divine acts, Song Lin’s display of miracles shattered their worldview.

Even the Qiongsang Clan’s army couldn’t help but kneel and chant the East Lord God’s name.

People of this age possessed innocent hearts, revering natural deities and unfamiliar with deceit.

The East Lord brought fire; now he emanated light. Was he not the Sun God?

Moreover, the sun rose from the east, and the name "East Lord" naturally signified the Sun God.

Tribal wizards meticulously documented this event using ropes and sticks.

In the thirteenth year of the Undying Pill World, Song Lin left an indelible mark.

Later, emperors would unearth "Ancient Country Chronology," whose opening verse reads:

"In the days of antiquity, mankind faced great hardship. A saint descended upon the ruins of Youxiong, in the land of Zhuu Rong. He planted five grains, taught the use of fire, transformed habitats into dwellings, hunted beasts for sustenance, and dug wells for drinking water. People revered him as the East Lord, the Sun God, messenger of divine will."

Song Lin finally emerged from his communion with Heaven and Earth.

"I see now—the Great Dao of this world is surprisingly easy to perceive!"

Excited, Song Lin mused.

The Heavenly Human Connection, typically achievable by the Core Formation Stage, seemed effortless during the Qi Refinement Stage.

Moreover, the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi was abundant; there was no need to traverse mountains in search—it could simply be inhaled from mountaintops.

Not only that, but Song Lin also rediscovered a new cultivation method.

In the Real World, cultivating Essence, Qi, and Spirit to their peak marked the beginning of attempting to merge them into a Golden Core.

It was understood that a person’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit were intertwined and mutually influenced.

Combining this with insights from Pre-Qin Qi Cultivators, why not delve further by focusing solely on Qi Refinement?

Then, refining Qi repeatedly until quantitative change yielded qualitative transformation, where True Qi nourished the Primordial Spirit and formed a new variety of True Qi.

This True Qi, capable of enhancing the Soul, could provisionally be termed True Yuan.

Afterward, one would bypass Spirit Refining and continue refining True Yuan, perpetuating the nourishment of the Soul for another transformation through cumulative quantitative changes.

Ultimately, Essence, Qi, and Spirit would unite to generate the Golden Core.

"This method, rooted in Pre-Qin Qi Cultivation yet transcending it, shall henceforth be called Cultivation," Song Lin contemplated.

Such a method was tailored for environments rich in Essence, Qi, and Spirit, coupled with an easily comprehensible Great Dao, like the Wilderness World.

If this path truly led to Golden Core formation, Song Lin could crystallize it into a Xuan Qi Chongguan Method to bolster his cultivation back in the Real World.

Before all that, he needed human trials.

Song Lin’s gaze settled on the kneeling crowd.

These people?

Forget it.

They couldn’t even articulate their words properly, let alone grasp basic concepts, much less abstract ones like cultivation.

It would take at least decades of education or the emergence of rare geniuses among them.

Song Lin didn’t descend to speak with the crowd, instead opting to maintain his aura of mystique. His voice carried from afar, instructing Chief Lian to assimilate more tribes.

Without shedding blood, the Youxiong Clan leveraged the East Lord’s divine mystique to annex surrounding tribes and unify the Qin River Basin.

They became a super-tribe numbering over ten thousand.

The Youxiong Clan, under the leadership of the Ji family Chief Lian, ascended as the federation’s ruler, founding the nation of Youxiong, with the Sun God seated atop a dragon as their tribal emblem.

In this realm, the Human Clan prospered, originating from the Huai River.

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