Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 230 - 208 Promotion, I Want to be Emperor!

Chapter 230: Chapter 208 Promotion, I Want to be Emperor!

Mei Hua Grandmaster—how could it be him? Song Lin found it hard to believe.

As an ideological adversary, Mei Hua Grandmaster still went out of his way to send an invitation to him.

Moreover, this so-called Flower Viewing Conference seemed to be similar to the gathering Zhi Xin had invited him to previously.

Song Lin carefully read the contents of the invitation letter. This conference appeared to be a grand event for all cultivators proficient in numerology.

It was somewhat akin to the Divine General’s Refining Soldiers Conference, serving as an internal exchange meeting. The victors could ascend to the Taoist Method Meeting Element, and some might even be taken in as disciples by Mei Hua Grandmaster—truly a chance to leap into prominence.

"Should I go?" Song Lin pondered inwardly.

To be fair, it was worth attending, even though he had already won over many disciples using his magic vein.

But constrained by his lack of strength, many still chose to wait and observe.

It was an inevitable reality—Song Lin’s overt strength was far inferior to what Chi Hai had once demonstrated.

A high level of Taoist skills alone couldn’t inspire universal obedience.

Additionally, Song Lin had to admit that many people were actually drawn by Zhi Xin.

Otherwise, no one would risk defying the Taoist Master to pledge allegiance to him.

Thus, continually participating in various Taoist School activities would enhance both his reputation and the strength of Xuanke Temple.

For instance, this time’s battle to eradicate the Blood Prison Ghost Mansion involved Xuanke Temple and seven other Taoist Temples acting jointly.

Though the spoils hadn’t been fully sorted yet, Song Lin could already guess the extent of their rewards.

After this battle, other Taoist Temples could become self-sufficient, no longer relying on Xuanke Temple’s support.

"I should go!" Song Lin made his decision.

Xing Hepu’s cultivation might enable him to shine during the magic meeting.

If he could learn Xing Hepu’s life-changing skill, it would be an even greater advantage.

It might be a lofty thought, but Taoist methods from the story world had undoubtedly benefitted him tremendously.

Song Lin resumed meditative cultivation, sitting cross-legged to regulate his breathing while refining Ren Water for nourishing his pill.

Refining Ren Water was an exceptionally difficult task. A single mistake could cause irreparable damage to his Golden Core.

Thanks to his experience in the story world, Song Lin’s cultivation had become so adept that he didn’t even need to test it—his refined product could directly nourish the pill.

Previously, he had crossed the river by feeling the stones, but now it was different—his prior experience allowed him to accelerate the process.

Before the lifespan of the Little Golden Altar Cave Heaven ended, he should be able to advance to the Core Formation Middle Stage.

That pace was certainly not slow and sufficed for his goals.

By the time the next Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing occurred, he ought to break through to Late-stage Core Formation.

That would give him the confidence to stand against Fire Cloud.

With these thoughts in mind, Song Lin continued his secluded cultivation.

Breathing deeply, flames roared to life within him.

His breath transformed into fiery flames, and the flames further condensed into a divine sword.

This marked the Fire Hero Realm, equivalent to the Divine Establishment Period.

If he could advance to the Wind Hero Realm, then the Swordman Technique would become a brand-new addition to his combat system.

Three days later, Shi Yinhua returned.

She came to report to Song Lin in his secluded cultivation chamber.

"Temple Master, our alliance of eight temples earned the highest yin merit this time, allowing us to claim 30% of the spoils."

"Hmm, I understand. What are the major gains from these spoils?" Song Lin asked.

"Approximately 3,000 mu of Yin Soil, once the cultivation ground of the Banyan Tree Demon King," Shi Yinhua replied.

"3,000 mu of Yin Soil?" Song Lin was surprised.

These Yin Soil lands could be used to cultivate Spirit Grass, help fox demons advance in their cultivation, or even enhance the cultivation of Taoist Soldiers.

"In addition to the 3,000 mu of land, there’s also a spiritual spring, some Spirit Fish that can be consumed to cultivate third-rank Weak Water True Qi, and the core of the Yin Soil can refine fourth-rank Definite Yin Energy."

Just the 3,000 mu of land would be enough to feed and sustain many individuals, eliminating concerns about Fire Cloud cutting off supplies.

"Is that so?" Song Lin was mildly astonished. Two more methods of refining True Qi had emerged.

Combined with the previous laurel tree’s method, there were now three in total, and each one seemed to be of considerable caliber.

Moreover, Song Lin could use these spoils to gain favor from other Taoist Temples and even sects outside the Taoist School.

If finances grew tight, he’d even consider renting out portions—so long as it was carefully managed, overuse would not lead to depletion.

This battle had added multiple streams of income, easing Song Lin’s burden significantly.

As seven Taoist Temples had pledged allegiance to him, Song Lin had an obligation to ensure their wellbeing—at the very least, he couldn’t let them starve.

Of course, these benefits came with required contributions of either labor or resources; after all, he had to consider the sentiments of his disciples. If others had free rein to enjoy these benefits, his own people might grow discontent and disloyal.

"Yinhua, draft a plan to integrate all resources and establish fair allocations based on the yin merit earned in this campaign. However, make sure the distribution authority remains solely in our hands—don’t favor some over others, and keep the resources consolidated."

Only by controlling resources and cultivation techniques could he ensure united cooperation among his followers.

"Understood! I’ll handle this once the Taoist School issues the rewards," Shi Yinhua nodded in agreement.

"By the way, Temple Master, there’s something else I need to report." Shi Yinhua recalled something and added.

"You might be due for a promotion soon," she reminded him.

The yin merit Song Lin earned was substantial, so his promotion seemed imminent.

"Oh? What position do I hold again?" Song Lin almost forgot.

He held the Five Thunders Talisman and the Secondary Sixth-rank Heavenly Spirit Red Official Yin Official General.

The Five Thunders Talisman was authentic; ordinarily, any cultivator at the Core Formation Realm would be awarded the Five Thunders Talisman.

At the next stage, however, earning talismans became far more challenging.

Typically, the Five Thunders Talisman was succeeded by the Three Cave Five Thunder Talisman, one of the main talismans of the Taoist School—a normal promotion tier.

For example, the Purple Mansion generally conferred the Three Cave Five Thunder Talisman, in line with standard progression criteria.

However, things were far more complex.

The Purple Mansion would often provide an intermediary talisman, the High Divine Sky Treasure Talisman, before transitioning to the Three Cave Five Thunder Scripture Talisman.

The Transcendence Tribulation Stage was when the Three Cave Five Thunder would generally come into play.

"When will I officially take office?"

"Probably after the Taoist School announces the rewards."

Subsequently, Song Lin re-entered the story world.

Within the story world, Xing Hepu was in the midst of his second attempt to decode the Mystical Character.

Through this epiphany, Xing Hepu’s divination cultivation deepened significantly.

Song Lin paid him no mind and continued to comprehend the Path of Bamboo Calculation.

The more refined this Taoist skill became, the more smoothly he could navigate the upcoming Flower Viewing Festival.

Less than two months remained until the Flower Viewing Festival.

Translated into the Small Cave Heaven’s time, it equated to 120 years.

Song Lin refused to believe he couldn’t master this Taoist skill within 120 years.

Upper Immortal, Year Forty.

During the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Wuzong suffered a perilous fate after accidentally consuming an Immortal Pill, leaving many caught unprepared.

This further solidified Song Lin’s convictions.

The mastermind behind the curtain intended to plunge all life into misery to satisfy their own desires for immortality.

The Tang emperors in recent years had actually been quite capable.

Generally, they showed promise early in their reigns but rapidly declined in their later years, indulging in debauchery or dabbling in alchemy—their final fate invariably leading to the path of Upper Immortal.

This pattern was indeed unusual.

Occasional anomalies could be dismissed.

But when most emperors fell into this same mold, it obviously defied logic.

"Old man, have you calculated where they are hiding?"

Song Lin asked, frustrated by the lack of any clues regarding the karmic web of this world.

Successive emperors’ untimely deaths enraged him.

This feeling of being controlled from behind the scenes was deeply vexing.

If this continued, who knew how long it would take to transcend karma and escape this world?

"I can’t. These two individuals have transcendent cultivation realms; even I cannot discern their whereabouts," Xing Hepu admitted in frustration. "Only those Upper Immortal emperors might hold answers."

This statement struck a chord in Song Lin.

"Old Xing!"

"What?"

"I want to become the emperor!!"

(Another Chapter is coming shortly.)