Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 170 - 163: Divine Fire Refining Golden Pill, Slaying Dafeng Upon Pill Completion (Two in One)

Chapter 170: Chapter 163: Divine Fire Refining Golden Pill, Slaying Dafeng Upon Pill Completion (Two in One)

"Kidnapped? By the Evil God?"

Song Lin asked in confusion.

"What about the other sects?"

The two before him were only the inheritors of the Five Thunders Heavenly Master’s Token and the Temple Emperor Seal.

The rest of the Taoist lineages were nowhere to be found.

Song Lin also wanted to figure out what exactly had happened over the past five hundred years.

Had the other lineages perished, or was something else at play?

"They betrayed the oath we made back then," Yuci said with a bitter smile.

Back then, twenty-two disciples descended from the mountain.

Yuci inherited the Five Thunders Skill, Zhang Xuan inherited the Rampant Soldier Technique, and Menglian inherited the Heavenly Human Six Seals.

The others each had their own inheritances.

All these were mysteries Song Lin urgently needed to solve.

Some had lacked talent, and by two or three centuries ago, nearly half of them had passed away.

Their successors, unaware of the secrets of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, gradually ignored the promises of the past.

Some even colluded and joined the court, kidnapping Menglian a few years ago. To this day, her whereabouts remain unknown.

"I understand."

No matter what, Song Lin had to rescue Menglian.

After all, she held the key to breaking through to the Core Formation stage.

Thinking of this, Song Lin closed his eyes to sense.

He recalled that the weapon entrusted to Menglian was the Nine Yang Sword Talisman.

The Nine Yang Sword Talisman appeared as a talisman but transformed into a sword when activated, radiating intense Yang energy.

Although it couldn’t match the power of top-grade spiritual artifacts like the Five Thunders Heavenly Master’s Token or the Coiled Dragon Jade, its strength rivaled that of spiritual artifacts.

More importantly, it was a magic artifact personally crafted by Song Lin, allowing him to sense it at any time.

Through this object, he could locate Menglian’s position.

"Yuci, you stay behind to protect Mi Yun. Zhang Xuan, come with me."

On the road, Song Lin inquired with Zhang Xuan about his progress in cultivating with the Temple Emperor Seal.

"The five thousand Five Thunders Soldiers, fifty Yellow Turban Warriors, and three Yang Thunder Camp Generals have all been successfully forged," Zhang Xuan replied.

"No use of Rampant Soldiers?"

"Disciple thought it unnecessary. The Rampant Soldiers are better suited as raw materials for refining. Too many only make control more difficult."

Zhang Xuan explained to Song Lin that the strength of the five thousand Five Thunders Soldiers was equivalent to that of fifty thousand Rampant Soldiers.

Moreover, over the past five centuries, he and other disciples had developed several methods for quickly setting up formations within the Soldier Formation Map.

Perhaps their aptitude and understanding were inferior to those of people in the real world.

But by dedicating several generations’ efforts to a single task, they managed to achieve results.

"By the way, we’ve made some improvements to refining soldiers, using materials granted by the founding elders to reduce costs by about one-third. However, I have a question, Master."

"Speak."

"Since we have the talismanic skill for refining soldiers, why do we still use these ancient materials to do so?" asked Zhang Xuan, puzzled.

"Isn’t it better to have multiple methods than none at all?"

Song Lin couldn’t explain directly. In the real world, without the Cloud Engraving Mysterious Character Jade Scripture, talismans were ineffective. He had no choice but to rely on more primitive materials.

Before leaving this world, he was determined to comprehend more Mysterious Characters and strive to redeem them all.

"Right, keep improving. Try not to rely too heavily on the Temple Emperor Seal. Be sure to develop even stronger methods for deploying soldiers."

Song Lin accepted Zhang Xuan’s research outcomes.

While it wouldn’t instantly catapult their strength to unprecedented heights, it would undoubtedly make the real-world soldier refinement process more efficient. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Refinement required both quantity and quality.

An increased scale of refinement, coupled with saving one-third of the materials, could yield terrifying results.

The two of them reached a concealed place. Song Lin handed the Foundation Establishment Method to the Siyao and Tie Guan inside the Heavenly Demon Stomach Carriage.

Then, he found a spot to cultivate, intending to wait until he broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage before confronting the others.

The former capital of the Qi Country, the Imperial Palace at Linzi.

Though no longer the capital, it still showcased an extraordinary scene of prosperity.

Beneath the Imperial Palace lay a massive underground palace.

This place was resplendent with gold and jade, its walls adorned with countless precious Luminous Pearls.

The central grand hall was supported by eighteen intricately carved golden silkwood dragon columns.

Upon closer inspection, atop the beams rested a ten-zhang-long Green-Scaled Deer-Horned Coiled Dragon.

Its eyes were half-closed, its nostrils fluttering, exuding an intangible dragon’s might.

Beneath the Coiled Dragon stood a group of people.

They were dressed in various styles of Taoist robes, circling around a golden barrier.

Inside the barrier sat a stunningly beautiful woman.

Her features bore a resemblance to Menglian, like a more mature version of her.

This person was none other than Menglian, five hundred years into the future.

At this moment, she was performing the Peace Seal.

Having cultivated the Heavenly Human Six Seals for five centuries, she had mastered this technique to an extraordinary level.

The Peace Seal appeared almost tangible, enveloping her within its protective domain.

Surrounding her were the descendants of the traitorous disciples of Heavenly Mechanism Mountain.

"Stop resisting. You won’t last much longer. Soon enough, Lord Qin Long will arrive—let’s see how long you can hold out."

A cultivator sneered.

Unable to suppress himself, someone struck with a two-zhang-long Red Dragon.

Bang!

The Red Dragon collided with the golden barrier without leaving so much as a scratch. Instead, its energy was absorbed by Menglian using the Spirit Official Seal.

"Stop attacking! Wait for Lord Qin Long to get here!"

The crowd hurriedly restrained themselves.

"Senior Menglian, why persist in clinging to the ancestral teachings? Who on earth is worth this endless wait? It’s been centuries—could that person possibly be stronger than the Great Wind God?"

"Exactly! The one you’re waiting for is probably long dead!"

"Why not quickly hand over the Core Formation Secret Method? How much longer do you think you can hold out?"

Some tried to coerce her, while others attempted to entice her.

Menglian, however, remained seated with her eyes closed, entirely ignoring their words.

Three years ago, she had been ambushed by this group. Luckily for her, they had no way to break through the Peace Seal, and the Coiled Dragon above refused to intervene, allowing her to hold out until now.

"Ancestor, I’ve found the Secret Method. Where are you?"

Menglian thought silently.

Since their parting words of reunion, she had not stopped for a single moment in all five hundred years.