Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 248 - 226: Core Formation Middle Stage, Flying Gold Crystal Behind the Elbow

Chapter 248: Chapter 226: Core Formation Middle Stage, Flying Gold Crystal Behind the Elbow

At the end of the fifty-ninth year of the Upper Immortal, Huang Chao’s rebellion failed.

This battle caused great damage to the Primordial Energy of the Great Tang, plunging the world into chaos.

At this moment, inside the Upper Pure Pearl.

Song Lin sat meditating with closed eyes, regulating the Essence Qi of his internal organs and forging a Spirit Sword of breath.

The Spirit Sword suspended in the void grew increasingly solid; from afar, it appeared as if cast from red jade, crystal-clear and radiant.

This was a sign that the Spirit Sword was about to reach Great Success.

Once the Spirit Sword achieves Great Success and breaks into the Sixth Realm of the Immortal Hero, it would be the Perfect Core Formation, which is the Breaking Core Realm of the late-stage Core Formation.

The Immortal Hero Realm, beyond refining the Qi of the internal organs, also requires absorption of the Nine Heavens Light Spirit Qi to forge the Immortal Sword.

During Song Lin’s cultivation, the residue produced by refining the Qi of his internal organs into the sword formed a kind of golden-yellow crystal.

The crystal was formed from the union of Kidney Water and Lung Liquid, passing through the meridians into the Mud Pill Palace.

This was the Flying Gold Crystal, also known as Golden Liquid.

This is the secret of the Golden Liquid Rejuvenation Pill.

Flying Gold Crystal flowed from the Mud Pill Palace into the Dantian where it was absorbed by the golden Golden Core.

The small, grain-sized spherical Golden Core seemed to enlarge visibly.

This was the process of alchemy.

The Great Success of Immortal Hero is simultaneously the Great Success of alchemy.

This was Song Lin’s self-created "Swordman Returning Pill Scripture."

Forging swords and refining pills simultaneously.

In no time, he estimated he could enter the late-stage Core Formation.

By the lakeside stood a fake mountain. Next to it was a figure leaning against it—a closer look revealed that the person’s shoulder was locked by an Iron Dog chain, pinning them to the mountain.

The person was covered in scars, their original appearance unrecognizable.

However, there was none else the group would treat so cautiously except Li Chunfeng.

Li Chunfeng quietly watched Song Lin cultivate.

Song Lin’s cultivation stirred great commotion; behind him, Sun Essence and Moonlight shone simultaneously, and above his head floated a divine sword, radiating dazzling golden light.

At a glance, he resembled a Banished Immortal descending to the mortal realm.

Li Chunfeng examined the space.

The space was vast, and Heaven and Earth Essence Qi was far denser than the outside world.

Judging by the age of the structures, the area seemed to be several thousand years old, not newly built.

If his guess was correct, this was likely the legendary Upper Pure Pearl.

Among the group, only one person in the distance proved enigmatic to Li Chunfeng.

This person’s fate was peculiar, their past cloaked in obscurity and untraceable.

Years ago, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang had calculated a variable.

This variable was believed to correspond to a formidable figure of the time.

Zhang Guolao had ascended, Luo and Ye had died.

The other ancient cultivators had retreated into seclusion.

Those considered threats were either gone or dead.

No one had expected this variable to manifest in this individual.

Thinking of this, Li Chunfeng couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Man proposes; Heaven disposes.

The will of Heaven is unfathomable!

Soon, Song Lin emerged from his cultivation.

He stood up and walked over to Li Chunfeng.

"I hear your fengshui face-reading skills are remarkable," Song Lin squatted down, "How about a trade? Teach me all you know, and in return, I’ll let you live."

"Hmph! Want to learn? Think you can master it?"

Li Chunfeng was unafraid of death and even less intimidated by torture.

Even if Song Lin was a variable, in the face of a master capable of Heaven-defying Fate, he was no more than dust.

"Alright, stay here for now."

Song Lin did not lash out in anger or torture Li Chunfeng.

Such actions were meaningless.

Experts of this caliber wielded precise control over their senses.

Even physical torture wouldn’t compel them to submit.

Unless Song Lin mastered torment-related spells, interrogation was out of the question.

The only option was to "boil the eagle" gradually, just as he had done with Xing Hepu.

Song Lin proceeded to Zhai Qianyou’s retreat.

Upon entering, he sighted a menacing Coiled Dragon coiled atop the wooden beams.

Not far off in the yard stood a single-legged Kui Dragon.

Both dragons had grown to a height of twelve zhang.

At the courtyard’s center, the skylight ceaselessly cast down Sun Essence and Moonlight, converging at the basin below to form a golden-yellow liquid.

A Divine Servant stood nearby, holding pieces of mulberry wood split into small fragments. Chanting incantations under flickering white light, the mulberry wood transformed into ingredients like Polygonum multiflorum, ginseng, and Lingzhi.

If his guess was correct, this must be material used to nurture the dragons.

It seemed Zhai Qianyou and the Divine Servant coordinated well.

Song Lin summoned Li Zhan and two others.

After cultivating the Three Deficiencies and Five Detriments Method, their cultivation levels improved at remarkable speed.

Song Lin instructed the trio to guard Li Chunfeng and forbade them from wandering, then returned to the Real World.

In the Real World, he was about to break into the Wind Hero Realm.

That is, he was about to enter the middle-stage of Core Formation, wielding the Wind Sword capable of "traversing a hundred miles in an instant, moving with the wind."

Song Lin shut his eyes again, continuing to refine the Ren Water to nourish the Golden Core.

The Golden Core, still the size of a grain, glowed radiantly like a blazing sun.

The Dantian displayed extraordinary phenomena of thunder, sun and moon, flying swords, and thousands of soldiers and horses.

This was Song Lin’s cultivated Magic Vein.

The Golden Core now appeared purified, seemingly on the brink of a breakthrough.

Meanwhile, the disciples of Chaozhen Temple fled, their path heading toward Xuanke Temple.

Behind them were the Taoists of Mei Mountain Jungle.

First among their adversaries was Zhao Wuji, controlling an army of 100,000 Rampant Soldiers.

The army of Rampant Soldiers was led by seven Ghost Generals, each standing ten zhang tall, looking ferocious and exuding dense resentment.

As the Rampant Soldiers appeared, the entire sky turned blood-red.

Beneath the crimson dome, there stood a Hundred-foot Ghost King.

This Ghost King was grotesquely unusual; shockingly, it was in the form of an infant.

With blue-black skin, sightless white eyes, fanged teeth, and emitting a spine-chilling shriek.

This was Chen Cheng, transformed into the Evil Baby Ghost King.

The Evil Baby Ghost King was the crystallization of his life’s cultivation. To refine this Ghost King, Chen Cheng produced ten thousand ghost infants, all victims of untimely deaths during the Ghost Festival.

Using the Evil Baby’s name, he orchestrated massacres in families with children, spread its notoriety, and incited households to worship him.

Harnessing the resentment of countless infants and the worship of common folk, he achieved the creation of this venomous Ghost King.

"Ke-ke!" The Evil Baby Ghost King cackled eerily, spitting black blood from its mouth.

The blood shaped into a skull head.

The skull head spanned dozens of miles, shattering the Feiyu Magical Robe cast by Chaozhen Taoist and plunging into the crowd.

Boom!

The black liquid detonated, corroding people it touched into ashes.

"No!!"

Chaozhen Taoist’s eyes filled with rage and grief; of the two hundred people he brought, fewer than half remained.

From his forehead emerged a golden sun seal, and white feathers sprouted from his ribs and abdomen.

The white feathers detached, transforming into 3,000 golden spears.

Each spear radiated scorching Taiyang Essence Energy, turning the sky a dazzling gold.

This was the Sun Battle Spear.

"Hmph! A petty trick!" Zhao Wuji snorted coldly as the battle flags beside him fluttered in the breeze.

Black miasma emanated from around the Seven Ghost Generals.

The miasma formed a massive curtain across the sky.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden spears were intercepted.

Remaining spears were melted by the Evil Baby Ghost King’s resentment.

Yet, Chaozhen Taoist had not aimed to kill.

The delay allowed him and his surviving disciples to flee several dozen miles further.

"Xuanke Temple? Seeking Song Lin, I see. Very well, I’d like to see what makes this person so special."

Malice flickered in Zhao Wuji’s eyes.

Ever since Song Lin humiliated him, Zhao Wuji had immersed himself in refining soldiers, finally assembling seven early-stage Ghost Kings, though at great cost.

"Claiming the title of Grandmaster after refining a few Taoist Soldiers—utterly shameless!"

Huo Yun had repeatedly warned him against killing Song Lin; the man’s mysterious backers had yet to show their hand.

But Zhao Wuji could not suppress his deep-seated anger.

If killing Song Lin was forbidden, rendering him crippled or destroying his Taoist following wouldn’t cross the line, he reasoned.

"Interesting, I too wish to see whether his reputation is deserved or mere boast." The Evil Baby Ghost King flashed a horrifying smile, chilling to behold.

The two groups, one behind the other, advanced toward Xuanke Temple.

At Xuanke Temple.

Shi Yinhua was in the Capital Management Courtyard’s main hall handling affairs.

The previously bustling Taoist Temple had grown desolate.

Guu Yuchan had departed with the Thunder Department, Yan Jiuge had led away a group of Taoist disciples.

More temple masters had returned, further diminishing the temple’s numbers.

Only Taoist Soldiers and the Divine Medium Immortal Department remained.

Those who left did so to champion the Taoist Temple’s ideology.

"Ideology..." Shi Yinhua mulled over the word.

The temple master had once said that ideology mattered more than dharma powers.

Teaching dharma powers and Magic Veins, even if you withheld half, wouldn’t necessarily make others loyal.

Only spreading ideology—the Three Refuges, Three Laws, Nine Precepts, and the liturgy of moral and talented cultivation—could unite hearts.

Even if enemies copied it, it wouldn’t matter.

Should others internalize these precepts deeply, they’d effectively become allies.

Thus, Xuanke Temple would continually fracture and spread, gradually radiating outward in all directions.

Shi Yinhua eagerly anticipated such a vision.

Boom!

Suddenly, thunder roared across the horizon.

Shi Yinhua frowned and stepped outside to find ominous clouds encroaching from all directions. Above the clouds, Rampant Soldiers could be faintly seen.

"Bad news, Chief! Enemy attack!"

A Mountain Patrol Taoist rushed to report.

"Send word to Taoist Soldiers Department Chief Wang Ziyue; everyone must gather at the central hall!"

Compared to his panicked subordinates, Shi Yinhua remained composed—after all, he had witnessed all kinds of spectacles.

A beam of white light, faster than the dark clouds, descended at the temple gates, where it was blocked by Mountain Patrol Taoists.

"Please inform your temple master that Chaozhen Taoist seeks an audience!"

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