Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 210 - 196: The Way to Break the Game, Turns Out to Be a Eunuch (Request for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 210: Chapter 196: The Way to Break the Game, Turns Out to Be a Eunuch (Request for Monthly Pass)

"Da Yan Mathematical Calculation Scripture" is a book detailing the fundamental principles of calculations.

In addition to common knowledge such as Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, geomantic terrain, it also analyzes birthdates.

There are some rudimentary fortune-telling methods, like Little Liuren, grass divination, and similar techniques.

However, it doesn’t mention the bone weighing rhyme.

Inside the secret chamber, Song Lin closed the book and couldn’t help but sigh.

"The art of divination in this world is indeed extraordinary."

Not only is divination useful for fortune-telling, but it has significant applications in combat.

It was said that Zhi Xin had remarkable battle achievements in his youth, and enemies could rarely last more than ten rounds against him.

It wasn’t because his Taoist Skill was profound, but rather that he could foresee the enemy’s moves in advance.

As his Taoist Realm deepened and he aged, Zhi Xin shed his hostility and focused entirely on Taoist Skill cultivation.

Song Lin had once asked Zhi Xin about his specialty in Magic Vein, but Zhi Xin remained silent, as if he was deeply wary of that Spell.

Song Lin didn’t press further at the time.

Mei Mountain Jungle.

The Taoist Fire Cloud and several others, including San Du, were discussing matters in Mingxin Hall.

"Were all the resources delivered to them?"

Fire Cloud looked at Bai Hao.

"Yes, subordinate delivered everything yesterday."

Fire Cloud felt a sting in his heart—this was a hefty one million dharma coins!

For Mei Mountain Jungle to shell out such a sum, it was akin to cutting flesh to the bone.

Fortunately, other Taoist Temples provided supplementary resources, or it would have been impossible to manage that much.

As for whether others would oppose him and even try to trip him up at the next Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing event, Fire Cloud no longer cared.

If he was already broken beyond repair, Fire Cloud wouldn’t mind killing a few more people.

"By the way, what did that person say?"

"Said nothing, only mentioned that the matter has been resolved."

Fire Cloud breathed a sigh of relief, finally, the problem had been settled.

With Zhengsi’s support, he was firmly seated in the temple master position.

Future tasks became straightforward after that.

The first priority was to clean house internally.

"Can we find any dirt on Song Lin?" Fire Cloud asked.

"It’s very difficult. This lad barely steps out of his home, leaving no room for slip-ups." Bai Hao frowned deeply.

"In that case, deal with the others first, and while at it, find replacements for the Hall Master and Scripture Master positions."

With Chu Hai and Heluo dead, those positions were up for grabs.

These positions were naturally ideal for drawing allies closer to his camp.

Upon discussing this, the three of them grew intensely animated.

Words flew back and forth, faces flushed, and tempers flared.

Their argument was finally interrupted when a subordinate handed over an invitation.

"Xuanke Technique Different Method Receiving Talisman Great Fast? Damn it!!"

Fire Cloud slapped the table hard, springing to his feet with eyes that seemed ablaze.

This guy truly couldn’t wait a moment longer!

Even Chu Hai had only just shown his flaws years ago, and this fellow couldn’t even wait for Fire Cloud’s seat to warm before stepping up to challenge him.

Does he think gaining the leader position means I have no means to deal with him?

"I heard he’s preparing a liturgy for a fox demon!!"

Fire Cloud’s eyes lit up upon hearing this and he laughed: "Good! That’s perfect!"

An opportunity finally presented itself to grasp a weakness of Xuanke Temple.

Of course, this weakness wouldn’t be enough to end him outright, but it would yield substantial benefits.

Xuanke Temple’s Moon Brick business has been flourishing, and the timing is perfect as funds are running low.

More importantly, he planned to humiliate the rival during the assembly, strip him of his dignity, and completely disqualify him from posing any future threats.

Fire Cloud began anticipating the Xuanke Great Fast.

For a young man, hosting a Dharma Assembly is not an easy task.

Even the slightest ceremonial oversight could allow a Taoist like Fire Cloud to magnify the problem endlessly.

...

Upper Immortal World, Year Six.

Chang’an Wannian County, Pingkang Square, inside a residence.

Song Lin sat upright, across from him sat a middle-aged man with a goatee.

The man had a stern appearance, wearing the Mystic Robe, with a woman and a mischievous-looking girl of thirteen or fourteen seated beside him.

This was the household of his past life’s uncle.

"Lin’er, eat more meat. Look how thin you’ve gotten..." The aunt placed a drumstick on Song Lin’s plate.

The cousin, Pan’er, saw the drumstick taken away and pouted, her little face puffing up like a bun in anger.

"Hmph!"

"I had some snacks at the government office, so I’m a bit full."

Song Lin smiled and passed the drumstick to his cousin.

"You!" The aunt tapped Pan’er’s head in frustration. "Is one not enough for you? You’re going to become a little piggy soon."

"How’s work going?" Song Jie asked.

"Same as usual."

"Eunuchs are rampant these days; tread cautiously. Many high-ranking officials have been thrown into prison, even the Ministry of Justice is overwhelmed."

"It’s not as bad as you think. My position is insignificant and draws no attention, but uncle, do be careful. Those high-ranking officials might get restored to power someday."

"That, I understand."

Song Jie, having maneuvered through the court for years, naturally knew the ways of survival.

"Oh, in a few days, it’s the Qixiao Festival. If you have time, take Pan’er out to explore. Otherwise, she’ll sneak out again."

"Hmph! I wouldn’t sneak out!"

"Understood."

After the meal, Song Lin returned to Zhaowen Pavilion.

Before entering, he saw several guards standing outside.

Qian Niu Guard attire? Could the Emperor be here?

Li Zhan, that short-lived brat, reading books?

Li Zhan was the third Emperor Song Lin had encountered since arriving in this world.

The boy outdid his father, Li Heng, in indulgence—barely attending court, frequently ordering extravagant constructions, which had even sparked rebellions storming the Imperial Palace.

Uncle’s imprisoned colleagues were there due to this matter.

Song Lin revealed his official token to gain passage.

Inside the main hall of Hongwen Academy, cheers erupted in the distance.

Two towering warriors were brawling amongst scattered books.

Dozens of spectators were gathered, including one pale-faced, luxuriously dressed youth—it seemed the Emperor Li Zhan.

Li Zhan was surrounded by palace maids and malevolent-looking eunuchs.

Boom!

Suddenly, one powerful warrior grabbed his opponent and slammed him to the ground.

"Good! Reward him!!" Li Zhan laughed heartily.

Nearby, scholar Liu Yan and other officials offered forced smiles.

"Dear subject, care to join the fray?" Li Zhan joked with Liu Yan.

"No, Your Majesty, I couldn’t withstand such a fight!" Liu Yan tactfully declined. "Your Majesty, these books are all unique copies..."

"Unique copies? So what? Everything beneath the heavens belongs to me; I’ll do with it as I please." Li Zhan frowned and snapped.

"Your Majesty is correct. I spoke out of turn and deserve death."

Liu Yan was sweating profusely, not so much from fear of the Emperor, but from the eunuchs around him.

That one, Wang Shoucheng, was no ordinary troublemaker.

At this moment, several advisers began softly admonishing the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, you have not attended court today. National affairs demand priority!"

"Yes, yes, I’ll attend court tomorrow, for sure..." Li Zhan replied impatiently, then promptly instructed another warrior to fight.

The advisors continued their pleas; one elder even prostrated on the Dragon Steps, smashing his head until blood flowed. Eventually, he fainted.

Li Zhan’s expression darkened, and he quickly ordered his attendants to take the elder away for medical treatment.

He wasn’t a fool—if this old man died today, his reputation would be ruined.

The guards pinched the elder’s philtrum, and he woke up slowly.

Seeing this, Li Zhan softened his tone, saying, "Your loyalty is commendable. Can I promise to attend court tomorrow?"

The elder knew he could press no further for the day, especially with malevolent eunuchs glaring at him. Continuing might result in his entire family being imprisoned. Grateful, he praised the Emperor’s wisdom.

This commotion dampened Li Zhan’s mood.

Then, the arriving Song Lin caught everyone’s attention.

Wang Shoucheng and Liu Keyong, along with other eunuchs, noticed Song Lin’s tall figure and suggested to Li Zhan:

"We’re growing bored of warriors wrestling. How about letting that lad fight one of them?"

Li Zhan grew intrigued and immediately asked his attendants who Song Lin was.

"Song Lin, correct? Come forward! Win, and you’ll be richly rewarded!"

A nearby warrior rubbed his hands together maliciously.

"Your Majesty, I am but a scholar, without the strength to even bind a chicken..."

While speaking, Song Lin discreetly surveyed his surroundings.

He didn’t expect what he discovered—a chilling realization.

That sharp-faced eunuch, Wang Shoucheng, possessed notable cultivation, his aura tinged with mana. Could he be a Core Formation Master?

Moreover, his sinister and shrill voice sounded eerily similar to the masked figure who once handed him the golden knife.

"Kneel! When the Emperor commands, you obey!" Wang Shoucheng thundered.

What could their goal be...?

As Song Lin pondered, he was baffled why a highly cultivated individual would willingly become an eunuch.

And why did he seem so mindless? Could it be an act?

Song Lin, having spent six years in this world without breaking through its mysteries, felt annoyed.

"Kneel down..."

"Song Lin, kneel..."

Nearby, Zhaowen Pavilion officials whispered urgently to Song Lin.

Only then did Song Lin snap out of his thoughts. Perhaps this moment could be an opportunity to shift the tides.

With this in mind, he looked directly at Wang Shoucheng and asked: "May I know who you are?"

For some reason, Wang Shoucheng found the young man’s gaze unsettling.

Even the Emperor must tread lightly around him, yet this fellow dared to look at him with such an insolent glare.

"I am Wang Shoucheng, the Privy Envoy. Now, do you understand?"

Those familiar with Wang Shoucheng knew this was the precursor to his wrath.

Zhaowen Pavilion and the nearby advisers grew anxious.

How could this youth be so reckless to provoke a powerful eunuch?

What Song Lin said next made them even more worried.

"Privy Envoy? So just a eunuch, then. You don’t even dare admit it—that you’re ashamed of not having that ’thing.’"

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