Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 159 - 154: Recapturing the Leader, the Birth of the Human Clan Emperor!

Chapter 159: Chapter 154: Recapturing the Leader, the Birth of the Human Clan Emperor!

"Perhaps let this person try the Cultivation Path?"

Guu Yuchan possesses the Moon Toad Bloodline, but he is not a demon. More accurately, it is an inherited ancestral talent.

Toads are known for their longevity and their association with the moon, excelling in absorbing the Sun and Moon Essence and consuming nature’s spiritual energy.

However, he is completely ignorant of the Refining Soldiers Path.

Such talent, placed in other Taoist Temples, might have been buried.

After all, many Taoist Temples are not all-encompassing. If it’s not their specialization, such talents often remain obscure.

Song Lin could consider taking him as a disciple and teaching him the Cultivation Skill.

Who knows? This spell created in the Otherworld might shine brilliantly in the Real World one day.

Guu Yuchan killed the Jiao-Dragon Taoist Disciple, and others seized the moment to press forward. Most of the cultivators from the True Demon Temple were slaughtered.

The remaining Taoists of the True Demon Temple quickly reacted and shouted their withdrawal, narrowly escaping disaster.

Lian Wenzhao’s face looked grim, unable to believe how strong Xuanke Temple’s people were.

"This year’s top Taoist Temple will surely be yours." Chaozhen Taoist said with a smile.

"You flatter us; we are honored," Song Lin replied.

The Three Passes Conference was not just a contest between Taoist disciples; it was often an indirect competition between Taoist Temples.

A Taoist Temple with strong disciples usually signifies deep foundations.

Very soon, Guu Yuchan obtained the Leader Token.

"Leader!! Guu Yuchan!!"

As Master Huoyun announced, the crowd immediately erupted into uproar.

Just as expected.

Xuanke Temple is this year’s leader.

Many were astonished by Xuanke Temple’s impressive organizational capabilities.

Apart from Guu Yuchan, the others didn’t have particularly high cultivation levels. However, they were united and trusted one another. Even when facing a large number of enemies, they managed to handle the situations with ease.

By contrast, the other Taoist Temples’ disciples, despite their numbers, harbored ulterior motives, each wishing for others to take the lead while they stayed back in safety.

Zhao Wuji’s expression remained impassive, but he secretly transmitted a message to Lian Wenzhao, saying: "Does this person have a Secret Method of Refining Soldiers? How could a Taoist Disciple’s Refining Soldiers Skill be stronger than ours?"

Zhao Wuji was a highly self-assured person, yet upon witnessing Song Lin’s techniques, even he began to suspect something extraordinary.

"Indeed. This person has a Soldier Formation Map for commanding troops, capable of meticulously controlling every single Rampant Soldier," Lian Wenzhao replied, his face filled with envy.

Zhao Wuji’s master’s Commanding Skill is the Command Flag Skill, which issues commands via the General Flag in his hands. The next level receives the command and passes it down further.

This achieves absolute obedience.

But even this cannot compare to Song Lin’s chessboard-like arrangement of soldiers.

"Is that so?" Zhao Wuji’s interest was piqued.

He prided himself on his Refining Soldiers techniques, yet Song Lin’s unique method of controlling Rampant Soldiers far surpassed his own.

If he could acquire this technique, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

He had to obtain this spell from Song Lin.

But coercing Taoist disciples was not an option. Every spell practiced by cultivators contained unique seals, akin to special identifiers, which only the temple masters could decode.

If an outsider practiced it, they would be detected.

If it were a loose cultivator or an evil demon, it would be fine—they could simply take the technique and flee.

But Zhao Wuji was different. Being part of the system, even as someone of high status, blatantly seizing another’s cultivation technique could provoke public outrage.

"Arrange a meeting between me and Song Lin later. Be respectful, understood?" Zhao Wuji instructed.

"Yes!" Lian Wenzhao responded promptly.

Meanwhile, Master Huoyun was also quite intrigued by Song Lin.

This talent, in just a few short years, had already shown remarkable potential—an exceptional fortune, no doubt.

But Huoyun did not delve too deeply, as his primary focus was on the Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing; everything else was secondary.

Soon, Huoyun held the ceremony, officially granting Guu Yuchan the title of leader, along with the Secondary Ninth Rank Job Certificate, pills, dharma coin rewards, and more.

With the conclusion of the Three Passes Conference, the crowd prepared to return home.

At this time, Lian Wenzhao intercepted Song Lin. Looking around nervously, he put on an awkward yet deferential expression.

"Fellow Taoist, could we speak privately? My master has something to discuss with you."

"I’m sorry, but I don’t have the time," Song Lin replied bluntly, showing no courtesy whatsoever.

This instantly put him in Zhao Wuji’s bad books.

On the other hand, he readily accepted the invitation from Master Chaozhen, joining the Five Ghosts Temple Master and the Mountain Demon Temple Master for a banquet.

The Five Ghosts Taoist and the Mountain Demon Temple Master, Mu Ke, were somewhat alike—one old and gaunt, exuding a ghostly aura; the other old and short, resembling a mountain monkey.

Both were Divine Establishment Stage Masters.

In the county’s most luxurious Star-picking Tower, atop its twelfth-floor rooftop banquet hall,

within an elegantly tranquil and incense-filled private room,

a table was adorned with sumptuous delicacies.

"Esteemed Taoists, it is a pleasure to meet you. Let me propose a toast first," Song Lin said, standing to toast everyone before downing his drink in one go.

"You’re too kind," Master Chaozhen replied with a smile.

After some casual conversation, Song Lin discerned their intentions.

Master Chaozhen sought to build goodwill with him, while the other two were looking to curry favor.

This Dragon Abyss Conference had inflicted heavy losses on these smaller Taoist Temples, making them eager to find a powerful ally.

Song Lin’s Yin Soil could aid their cultivation, allowing them to raise their Five Ghosts and Mountain Demons.

Despite their implicit and explicit hints, Song Lin remained unmoved.

To gain subordinates, one shouldn’t beg others to join.

Instead, they should be the ones begging to submit.

Holding the resources they needed, Song Lin was confident and fearless.

As the banquet concluded, Song Lin finally relented, and just before leaving, he told them, "I understand your difficulties. In the future, I’ll increase access to Yin Soil for you, but you..."

The two immediately bowed deeply and said, "We will serve the temple master with unwavering loyalty and devotion!"

"Cough, no need to exaggerate."

Step by step, Song Lin planned to wait until he reached Core Formation before offering them some cultivation techniques they needed, ensuring their complete allegiance.

Song Lin found his disciples waiting at the temple and prepared to fly back with them.

High above the clouds, Song Lin pondered.

By now, he had nearly grasped the rules of the Taoist School.

Within the jungle-like structure, the Taoist Lord’s word was law.

If one wanted to act willfully and escape suppression, they would need to build alliances.

Song Lin now had two subordinates, equivalent to three votes. Since he hadn’t openly supported anyone, his number of votes wasn’t enough to provoke the Taoist Lord’s concerns.

Neither Chi Hai nor the Taoist Lord dared to oppress him lightly now.

If things were done over, the Taoist Lord wouldn’t dare punish him without evidence for carrying out his missions.

"Everyone else already has their factions, making it hard to poach their members."

Further recruitment might offend others, but it didn’t matter. When one’s strength was sufficient, fear of offending others became irrelevant. Thus, Core Formation remained the priority.

They returned to the Taoist Temple.

With the news of Guu Yuchan becoming the leader, everyone cheered enthusiastically.

"This disciple shows potential. Keep him around; I’ll test him further." Song Lin told the Three Capitals, contemplating formally accepting Guu Yuchan as a disciple.

However, Song Lin held high standards for character. He would observe whether Guu Yuchan could withstand the temptations of sudden fame.

If he proved capable, taking him under his wing would not be an issue.

Character outweighed talent. With Song Lin’s centuries of experience, he understood that character was a hidden factor that determined one’s ultimate potential.

After wrapping up his affairs, Song Lin once again returned to the story world.

...

In the Undying Pill World, forty years passed.

At the peak of Emperor Peak,

the Rampant Soldiers guarded the furnace day and night, yet the Shoushan copper had yet to completely melt.

The furnace had been infused with lapis lazuli, millennia-old stalactite, thunder stones, and more, with only the Shoushan copper remaining.

"It’s been over twenty years," Song Lin said with a wry smile.

Could this thing even melt?

Mundane fire proved ineffective, and even magic fire used for alchemy failed.

Not far away, Huang practiced Qi Refinement near the cliff’s edge.

The lad had reached the sixth level of Qi Refinement, quickly approaching the Great Perfection phase that Song Lin himself had reached.

That night,

the seventy-something-year-old Ji Lian suddenly fell gravely ill, hovering on the brink of death.

That night, the purple qi in the void lingered, and the Emperor Star shone brilliantly.

It seemed to foretell the imminent rise of a human emperor. At long last, the Shoushan copper began to melt.