Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 184 - 174: Appointing the Land God, The Great Refining God General Ceremony Convenes (Two in One)

Chapter 184: Chapter 174: Appointing the Land God, The Great Refining God General Ceremony Convenes (Two in One)

The feast of the gods had been ongoing for nearly twenty years.

Time held no significance for immortals with their long lifespans.

For ordinary humans, twenty years was nearly half a lifetime gone by.

Watching the departing backs of the gods, Emperor Yann seemed lost in thought, then shifted his gaze to Song Lin.

Emperor Yann had always felt a special connection to this young one, which is why he chose Song Lin as the envoy.

There were quite a few immortals residing in the Undying Pill World, some of whom were incarnations of ancient Heavenly Emperors after their demise.

Yes, even the Heavenly Emperor could die.

Of course, that kind of death was not the same as death perceived by mortals.

Death was undeniably terrifying for mortals, but for those with profound cultivation in the Taoist Realm, death was merely another form of experience.

The Heavenly Emperor could live as long as he wished—so why not embrace death occasionally? Death was merely a temporary slumber, a way to return in another form next time.

The true measure of power was the ability to live or die at will.

Soon, Emperor Yann watched Song Lin entering the Heavenly Emperor’s Secret Realm below.

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The Real World.

Song Lin awoke from meditation.

Next time, he planned to deal with Wuzhiqi and Xiang Liu once and for all.

Though these two were ancient evil gods, their strength wasn’t as formidable as one might expect, especially after being banished to the mortal world for so many years.

With proper preparation, taking down these two wouldn’t be particularly challenging.

Of course, events within the story should be resolved within the story. The immediate priority was preparing for the Divine General Conference.

The importance of this conference couldn’t be overstated.

Before that, Song Lin needed to secure a position.

Previously, his rank was merely Secondary Sixth-rank. By rights, someone in possession of the Five Thunders Talisman should at least hold a Standard Sixth-rank position.

Now that he had completed Core Formation, his rank would naturally be upgraded.

He had been waiting for news from Fire Cloud during this time.

It was unclear whether Fire Cloud had been deliberately ignoring him or was truly occupied. Only a few days ago did news finally arrive.

Song Lin stood up, following his usual routine of inspecting the surroundings before flying to the jungle.

The Taoist Temple’s steward found it odd—why had the temple master suddenly become more diligent? Previously, it was months without a glimpse, but now patrols occurred several times a month.

Of course, everyone carried out their duties meticulously, fearing no surprise inspections from Song Lin.

Moments later, Song Lin arrived at the Mei Mountain Jungle.

Re-entering the jungle, he noticed the change in how everyone looked at him.

Their gazes were now filled with awe and fear, even from Hua Qing, with whom he had a good relationship. Hua Qing merely nodded slightly and smiled without a word of greeting.

This was the aftermath.

No matter how justified his actions might have been, the fact remained that what was done had been done. Even the strongest individual couldn’t prevent others from forming opinions.

This matter would leave a stain that lingered for a long time.

Which made the Great Refining God General Ceremony all the more significant. If he could regain his reputation through Taoist Skill, it would make a substantial difference.

Deep within the jungle, near the entrance of the Capital Management Courtyard.

Fire Cloud, dressed in luxurious dharma robes, stood beside a man with a sinister appearance.

"Can this ceremony eliminate Song Lin?" Fire Cloud asked. He wasn’t referring to killing, merely elimination.

After all, it wasn’t a life-or-death battle—there wasn’t even a chance for direct combat. As long as Song Lin failed to make a name for himself, Fire Cloud would have plenty of opportunities to deal with him gradually.

Should Song Lin achieve fame, even if victorious this time, openly confronting him would no longer be viable.

If the higher-ups convened another assembly, formally inviting Song Lin, only to find out he was "dead," the implications would be severe.

Though the upper echelons were aware of the struggles between Taoist Temples, matters brought to light were entirely different.

"It used to be a certainty, but now that Song Lin has completed Core Formation, a slight variable has arisen—perhaps around eighty percent certainty," the man replied.

The Refining Soldiers Technique wasn’t a life-and-death contest. Speaking solely of the skill itself, Zhao Wuji was likely the most accomplished figure in the Mei Mountain Jungle, having developed numerous powerful Rampant Soldiers.

While Song Lin’s control over these techniques might be superior, Zhao Wuji’s raw strength compensated for any gaps.

"Moreover..." Zhao Wuji suddenly coughed, his expression awkward, "Moreover, our jungle’s Chang Technique ranks at most third-tier. Many experts above could suppress him. No need to worry about that kid’s sharpness."

Even Zhao Wuji himself wasn’t capable.

Despite those reassurances, Fire Cloud still had a faint sense that something about this youth was unusual, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

Perhaps he was overthinking.

A moment later, Song Lin arrived at the Taoist Temple.

"Greetings, Taoist and Scripture Master!"

Song Lin bowed.

"Rise!"

Fire Cloud showed no pleasant demeanor and walked directly to the dharma altar to quickly assign Song Lin his rank.

The title granted was Standard Sixth-rank Upper Spirit Official, Right Capital God General.

Just as Song Lin expected, nothing particularly noteworthy about the position.

This wasn’t Fire Cloud deliberately targeting him; most practical authority positions like temple master and Taoist weren’t typically paired with additional official certificates, lest power became excessive.

Titles like general, official, or historian were mostly honorary.

"Also..."

Fire Cloud tossed over a piece of yellow cloth stamped with the Taoist’s great method seal, a token of recommendation for attending the Taoist School’s magic meeting.

"Thank you." Song Lin remained humble, neither displaying arrogance nor provocation.

For him, certain conflicts didn’t need to surface openly. Venomous snakes rarely exposed their fangs; only when the enemy revealed a flaw would they strike with deadly accuracy.

Taking the certificate and token, Song Lin prepared to return to the Taoist Temple.

In less than a month, he could join the Divine General Conference.

With one month of preparation remaining, he wondered what kind of rewards awaited during this year’s conference.

Song Lin returned to the Taoist Temple to resume his cultivation.

Within the secret chamber, sun and moon phenomena flickered—manifestations of mana vision formed after Core Formation.