Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 221 - 202: The Great Tang Accountant, First Battle of the Donghua Alliance.

Chapter 221: Chapter 202: The Great Tang Accountant, First Battle of the Donghua Alliance.

The old man apologetically uttered the words, yet his expression remained unfazed, with a faintly mocking smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"The people backing me? Song Jie was utterly bewildered, even suspecting that this old man had lost his mind."

"You don’t need to know. In a moment, he will naturally reveal himself."

The old man did not resort to torture, as he knew Song Jie truly had no knowledge to offer. So, he didn’t waste unnecessary words.

With this thought, the old man summoned a table and chairs, conjured up some snacks to pair with wine, and began eating with great relish.

"Oh, by the way, regarding your son-in-law and his family’s deaths—though it was related to me, they truly died as ordained by their fates. I don’t kill indiscriminately."

"You—!"

Witnessing such a supernatural scene, Song Jie began to believe it, albeit reluctantly.

Realizing his misfortune was caused by this man before him, Song Jie roared in anger and attempted to rush over and strike him. However, the moment he took a step, he found his feet immobilized, as if restrained by some formless power.

"Don’t be so hasty. The truth will reveal itself shortly. If you’re hungry, eat something first."

The old man muttered to himself before beginning a self-introduction. According to him, he was from the era of Tang Emperor Xuanzong, and his name was Xing Hepu, one of the most formidable accountants of his time.

Xing Hepu?

Song Jie thought of someone but couldn’t immediately link him to the old man standing before him.

Xing Hepu was a renowned figure. It was said he excelled at using bamboo chips for divination, with unfailing accuracy. Nobles and high-ranking officials would seek his fortune-telling, where bamboo chips would cover the floor, and he would foretell their fate, fortune, longevity, and even impending calamities.

But if that were all, he would just be considered an exceptionally accurate fortune-teller at most.

However, Xing Hepu was different. Not only could he foretell fate, but he could also alter it. He could extend someone’s life and even bring the dead back to life.

Later, he vanished without a trace, leaving behind countless legends.

If Xing Hepu had chosen to enter officialdom, his fame could have surpassed that of Yuann Tiangang and Li Chunfeng. After all, this man could genuinely change fate.

"Who is the person you’re looking for?"

"Perhaps it’s your nephew. That man is intertwined with a great anomaly. I must find him."

"So you’re willing to harm the innocent? Using this method to force me to appear?"

Standing with his back to the cell, Xing Hepu replied without turning his head, "Taoist friend, you exaggerate. Everyone has their destined path. The Wang Family will face execution in a few days for offending a eunuch. I simply expedited their ascension to the heavens."

"As for your uncle’s family, they are not fated to die. I ensured they were spared."

Xing Hepu spoke with utmost confidence.

Hearing a familiar voice, Song Jie turned suddenly and exclaimed in shock, "Song Lin, how are you here?"

It was, indeed, Song Lin who had arrived. Song Lin looked at Song Jie and nodded, saying, "It’s complicated. We’ll talk later."

"Did you foresee that today would bring your death?"

This question was directed at Xing Hepu.

Crash!

A strike of Heavenly Thunder descended but was blocked entirely by a surge of mana, leaving no harm.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of storm-forged swords formed out of violent winds.

"How intriguing."

Xing Hepu slammed a hand on the table, which broke into countless bamboo slivers. These slivers orbited around him and countered the Sword Qi flying in from every direction.

The two were evenly matched.

Before this, Song Lin had already placed the stunned Song Jie into the Upper Pure Pearl for safekeeping.

Xing Hepu turned around, revealing his aged and emaciated face.

"I’ve calculated it. I won’t die this time. This Upper Pure Pearl of yours is quite remarkable."

As his eyes fell upon Song Lin’s features for the briefest moment, Xing Hepu’s expression drastically changed, and he blurted out, "Impossible. It can’t be you."

As the saying goes, a diviner does not predict their own fate. In his younger years, Xing Hepu had once calculated his own destiny. The divination indicated he would eventually die at the hands of an emperor.

The emperor shown in the signs was youthful, his facial features harmoniously aligned, with unparalleled mana and an inscrutable destiny.

Thus, Xing Hepu secluded himself, hoping to defy Heaven’s decree. He ceased meddling in mortal affairs and even secretly dispatched people to destroy the Chang’an Treasure Vault, obliterating all the cultivation techniques stored within.

He thought everything was settled, but today, he encountered someone whose features were an exact match to those from the prophecy, though the person’s status was not of an emperor—yet everything else aligned eerily.

Crash! Crash! Crash!

A series of lightning strikes and Sword Qi bombarded the area.

The entire prison exploded into fragments, devastating houses within a radius of several miles. Those within the jail were either killed or severely injured. Fortunately, the prison was situated on the outskirts; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Even so, the entire city of Chang’an witnessed the phenomenon of roaring winds, crackling thunder, and ominous black clouds bearing down upon the city.

Within the storm clouds, Xing Hepu appeared battered and disheveled but otherwise unscathed.

"I don’t know why you harbor such an anomaly, but as of today, everything will end."

A whip suddenly materialized in Xing Hepu’s hand. The whip was earth-yellow, embedded with scales as intricate as fish skin.

Wielding the whip, Xing Hepu gave it a gentle flick.

Bang!

The ground exploded as dozens of massive boulders hurtled toward Song Lin.

In addition, the sky abruptly darkened.

Song Lin looked up to see two colossal mountain peaks descending from the heavens.

"The Qin King Mountain Chasing Whip?" Song Lin muttered, a hint of surprise evident in his demeanor.

It seemed he had no choice but to confront this matter with gravity.

The jade pendant at Song Lin’s waist glimmered, transforming into an imposing dragon.

As the ferocious dragon roared into being, Xing Hepu couldn’t hide his astonishment.

"The Emperor’s Four Treasures?"

"What a coincidence. This Qin King Mountain Chasing Whip of mine is also one of the Emperor’s Four Treasures."

As his words fell, the whip contorted and transformed into a dragon coated in scales of earthy yellow.

This dragon bore the body of a serpent but had a horn atop its forehead. Its belly sprouted a singular leg resembling that of an elephant, and it moved with an odd, hopping gait.

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