Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 212 - 197: Luo Gongyuan’s Secret Technique, Danxia Great Saint_2

Chapter 212: Chapter 197: Luo Gongyuan’s Secret Technique, Danxia Great Saint_2

The Great General led the Ghost Soldiers, emerging from the deep mountains and swiftly marching toward Chang’an City.

The people were the same as before, except now there was a burly man with a coiled beard.

This man was Xinn Gongping. He looked around in confusion, feeling lost. Last month, Xinn Gongping suddenly fell ill. The doctor said there was no cure, and three days ago, he had died.

How could he suddenly appear in this place now?

While pondering, he spotted Wang Zhen and the Great General not far away!

"Greetings, it seems we meet again!"

Xinn Gongping dismounted and saluted.

"Xinn Gongping, your mortal lifespan has ended. You’ve now been recruited by the General as his advisor, granted eternal life. Do you accept this blessing?"

Upon hearing Wang Zhen’s words, Xinn Gongping was overjoyed and quickly nodded.

"Thank you, my lords!"

After death, eternal life—who wouldn’t want it?

Even Xinn Gongping, who had long made peace with life and death, desired to live a little longer.

"By the way, will I be able to see my family in the mortal world again?"

"Of course, but only once a year. You must cherish the opportunity."

Wang Zhen nodded with a smile.

"Where are we heading now?"

"To escort Li Zhan to the Upper Immortal!"

The Great General smiled.

Hearing these words, Xinn Gongping’s face fell. The majesty of the royal family loomed in his mind, making the thought of personally escorting the Emperor to the Western Heaven unsettling.

The Great General seemed to sense Xinn Gongping’s inner turmoil. He chuckled and said, "You must change your perspective. We’re now beings of the underworld. What do mortal world hierarchies and relations have to do with us? Is Li Zhan not merely an ordinary man?"

These words made Xinn Gongping’s eyes light up. Li Zhan was an ordinary man after all, subject to birth, aging, illness, and death.

And he himself had transcended the Three Realms and the Five Elements, already existing far beyond the mundane.

"It’s a pity Brother Song didn’t come. Shouldn’t Brother Song join us after his death?"

Xinn Gongping asked.

He seemed to understand the Great General’s selection criteria: perhaps only those chosen in life could serve as underworld messengers after death.

"Song Lin will come. We’ll recruit him after his death, but he’s not as fortunate as you; he’ll likely only become a squad leader."

"Even a squad leader is enviable. For some people, pursuing those two words—eternal life—takes their entire lives."

Some people seek it but can never obtain it.

This is what Xinn Gongping thought.

After adjusting his mindset, Xinn Gongping’s complexion improved, and he began to embrace his role as an underworld envoy.

The carriages and horses continued along Chang’an’s official road toward the Imperial Palace.

The Ghost Soldiers did not stop along the way.

At this moment, a banquet was in progress inside the palace.

Expressionless musicians, puppet-like singers, and green, dim candlelight.

The entire hall was enveloped by a mysterious, otherworldly force.

Li Zhan’s expression was calm, as though foreseeing the fate about to befall him.

So this is how it ends?

Li Zhan understood completely. From his grandfather to his father, both had perished due to an inexplicable power.

When his grandfather passed away, his father witnessed it firsthand.

Later, when the throne was passed down, the secret was hidden within a compartment of the Dragon Chair.

Only after succeeding to the throne did Li Zhan learn of this but was unclear about the specifics. To avoid harm, Li Zhan feigned madness and acted incompetent.

He waited for a future opportunity to seize power and eliminate the wicked eunuchs.

Unexpectedly, his plans failed before they began, and within less than two years, he followed in his father’s footsteps.

He hadn’t thought he’d reveal a weakness.

"The Great Tang’s reign—who can save it?"

Li Zhan’s expression was bitter, his eyes gazing longingly at the heavens.

There was still hope, though. While Li Zhan was powerless, perhaps capable descendants might put an end to this.

Thinking of this, Li Zhan bit his finger, tore off a piece of his clothing, and began to write. He documented the circumstances of his demise, hoping to warn those who came after him.

Having finished, he placed the note beneath the cushion of the Dragon Chair.

This spot was rarely used but easy for successors to find.

Clap, clap, clap!

A burst of applause echoed from not far away.

Li Zhan was startled and looked up, only to see Wang Shoucheng.

"So this is where it’s hidden—brilliant, truly brilliant!"

Wang Shoucheng laughed heartily, his tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Wang Shoucheng, may you die a horrible death!"

Li Zhan’s cold eyes revealed a trace of despair.

"Whether I’ll die horribly is unclear, but you certainly will!" Wang Shoucheng finally revealed his true self, shedding the mask of obedience he once wore.

"I’ve decided. I won’t cloud your mind; I’ll let you witness your death with wide-open eyes."

As he spoke, hair sprouted from Wang Shoucheng’s body, and his face transformed with a human-skin mask.

Seeing the demon manifest before him, Li Zhan was so terrified he could not speak.

He wished to resist, but Wang Shoucheng’s eyes shot out green light.

The green light froze Li Zhan’s body, rendering him completely immobile.

"Don’t move during such an important moment; it would be unbefitting."

Wang Shoucheng sneered, his gaze brimming with malice and greed.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhan’s face grew calm, his eyes showing a trace of understanding as he sat solemnly upon the Dragon Chair.

A bright moon hung high, its clear light spilling into the palace through the windows.

Slowly, dark clouds obscured the moonlight until its remnants vanished.

Eventually, the clouds dispersed, and the eternal moon shone once more.

When will the Great Tang’s reign rise again like the unwavering moon?

Li Zhan did not know; he only knew he symbolized the majesty of the royal family.

"Good!"

Soon, the Great General arrived with his men.

Facing the palace surrounded by Ghost Soldiers, Li Zhan’s heart remained unshaken.

When the nation is on the brink, demons run rampant.

Perhaps every dynasty ends in this fashion.

To posterity, would he too be seen as a foolish ruler?

Xinn Gongping quickly adapted to his role, his gaze at Li Zhan no longer holding its former reverence.

Wang Shoucheng drew out his golden knife.

The Great General gestured for Xinn Gongping to ascend and complete the ritual.

Xinn Gongping took a deep breath, his heart racing as he stepped forward.

...

Meanwhile, Song Lin approached the palace.

The guards along the way ignored him entirely, as if they couldn’t see him passing through.

Song Lin stepped onto the white jade path, his silhouette resembling a ghost beneath the night sky.

The farther he went, the more he sensed something amiss. The palace was eerily quiet, filled with dense yin energy.

The oppressive sensation made his scalp tingle. Song Lin’s eyes turned golden as he noticed irregularities around the Heart Nurturing Hall.

"This isn’t good!"

Song Lin immediately rushed forward.

If nothing unexpected happened, the ritual was already beginning again.

At the very least, he needed to capture someone alive to understand the true narrative of this world.

Otherwise, Song Lin lacked the motivation to continue exploring.

At that moment, Wang Shoucheng, holding the golden knife, helped Li Zhan upright and led him behind a screen.

Throughout the process, Li Zhan offered no resistance, staring blankly as Wang Shoucheng maneuvered him.

Boom!

The main door was kicked open.

Pale-faced Ghost Soldiers quickly unsheathed their blades.

The crowd turned to see a man in a green robe walking forward.

Without knowing who he was, the Ghost Soldiers dare not act rashly, merely circling him cautiously.

Instinctively, everyone glanced back.

Xinn Gongping exclaimed, "Brother Song, is it really you?"

The Great General and Wang Zhen also recognized Song Lin.

"What are you doing here at this hour?" the Great General scolded angrily.

Li Zhan was stunned, staring at the man before him. Wasn’t this Song Lin from a few days ago?

"So it’s you! Perfect, you can join Li Zhan as company. Lu Sheng, take him down!"

Wang Shoucheng shouted, commanding the Great General.

Although unclear of the situation, the Great General had no choice but to obey his superior’s orders.

Five hundred Ghost Soldiers surrounded Song Lin, drawing steel blades and slashing toward him.

"You think numbers will intimidate me?"

Song Lin retorted.

Boom!

As his voice fell, mana erupted from him, a radiant sun and moon phenomenon appearing behind him.

Countless Five Thunders Soldiers and Yellow Turban Warriors surged forward, roaring as they engulfed the scene.

The crowd was stunned, especially Xinn Gongping, who never imagined his once-friendly companion Song Lin turned out to be an Immortal—and an enemy of the Great General.

It didn’t end there. From Song Lin’s embroidered robe emerged a gigantic Coiled Dragon, ten zhang long.

Its greenish-black scales emanated a terrifying glow, charging at Wang Shoucheng before the throne.

"An Immortal?"

Wang Shoucheng cried out in shock, immediately revealing his monkey form.

The monkey gripping the indestructible golden knife leapt high, aiming to slash the dragon’s head!

The force behind this strike was enough to cleave mountains in half and split the Jiang Shui river.

The overwhelming mana tore through everything as if it were steel.

Clang!

Sparks flew, but the strike didn’t even breach the dragon’s defense.

"Impossible!"

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