Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 251 - 229: 4 Targets, The Final Battle

Chapter 251: Chapter 229: 4 Targets, The Final Battle

"Temple Master, let’s establish our own sect!"

These words caused everyone to suddenly see the light.

"Indeed! Why should we continue fighting against them? We might as well create a new sect ourselves."

Shi Yinhua also considered this idea plausible.

Rather than scheming and vying for dominance in one place, it would be better to start anew and focus on their own ambitions.

Even if the territory was smaller, at least there wouldn’t be anyone to drag them down or stab them in the back maliciously.

The other seven temple masters expressed their agreement.

Song Lin had attended two Upper Taoist Method Meetings, proving his profound mastery of Taoist Skill; additionally, his ability to defeat Zhao Wuji and Chen Cheng demonstrated his strength.

Whether from the perspective of strength or virtue, Song Lin was undoubtedly qualified to assume the mantle of Taoist leader.

"Please, Taoist Leader, establish your own sect!"

The crowd spoke in unison.

"Establish a sect? How could I possibly deserve such an honor!" Song Lin was speechless, given that he was merely at the Core Formation Middle Stage—how could they think of establishing a sect already?

"Temple Master is fully qualified. You are the foundational grandmaster of the Rampant Soldier Method and have developed expertise in Cultivation and Swordsmanship, both leading directly to the Golden Core. You also possess the Divine Medium Immortal Technique, Ghost Nurturing Skill, and Beidou Qigong... These Magic Skills are more than sufficient to support a small sect."

Shi Yinhua added.

The more they considered the method, the more feasible it seemed.

The number of Taoist Temples mattered little.

A Jungle Taoist leader had the authority to report to the State Mansion and establish new Taoist Temples.

As long as they had a unique lineage and enough population alongside a sufficient number of inheritors from the respective Magic Vein, they could establish a new temple.

In the future, there could be individual temples for Divine Medium Techniques, Taoist Soldiers, Cultivation, and Swordsmen. Any other Magic Veins capable of reaching the Divine Establishment stage could also qualify to establish independently.

Over time, such efforts could evolve into a powerful sect within centuries.

"The Chief speaks true; I also share this view," Chaozhen interjected from the side.

If Song Lin truly became the new Taoist leader, perhaps he could regain his former status.

"Taoist leader..." Song Lin murmured, recalling the conditions necessary to become a new Taoist leader.

What were the requirements to establish a new sect and become its leader?

First, advanced Taoist Skills; second, possessing at least the Five Thunders Talisman, corresponding to a minimum of Core Formation cultivation level.

Third, significant representation within multiple Magic Veins, with actual inheritors—not just theoretical data.

Fourth, a sufficiently large territorial scope, alongside Yin merit that met the standard.

However, the requirements were too vague. Song Lin had no choice but to ask Chaozhen, hoping the old man knew more.

"What exactly are the requirements to become a new Taoist leader? Be as detailed as possible," Song Lin asked.

"First, Taoist Skills must reach the Refining Master Level—at least five works from the Upper Taoist Method Meetings."

"Second, the cultivation realm must be at the Late-stage Core Formation, ranked Secondary Fifth-rank or higher."

"Third, the Magic Vein must introduce significant innovations or distinctions, with at least three Core Formation inheritors."

"Fourth, 200,000 yin merit, alongside victory in a duel against the original sect."

Chaozhen elaborated.

These conditions were harsh.

Becoming a new Taoist leader was no simple task.

To be merely a Taoist leader, one only needed the Five Thunders Talisman and sufficient popular support.

But to be a new Taoist leader, equivalent to founding a sect, was an entirely different matter. That required a Grandmaster title, and independent creation of a Magic Vein.

Song Lin realized none of the conditions were fully met—either he lacked a qualification, or others did, or the temple fell short.

"We’ll discuss this matter later. For now, no one’s conditions are even close to being met... Talking about establishing a sect is nothing but nonsense." Song Lin chuckled and cursed.

He had gotten his hopes up for nothing.

Not wanting to overly dampen everyone’s enthusiasm, Song Lin shifted his tone once more.

"The achievements of the Xuanke Alliance rest on everyone’s efforts. As long as we work toward this goal, whether for the Mei Mountain Jungle or establishing our own sect, both will be within our grasp!"

"I shall pen a few more works for the Upper Taoist Method Meetings and spend more time in seclusion. Meanwhile, all of you must continue cultivating diligently, slaying demons, and earning merits. One day, achieving these dreams will be as natural as pushing a boat along with the current!"

Such was Song Lin’s vision as well.

Whether it was the first goal or the fourth.

As long as they completed these steps with earnest resolve, taking over the Mei Mountain Jungle or founding their own sect would become easy.

"Let’s set a plan: by the next Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing, we’ll achieve these four goals. How does that sound?"

Song Lin’s bright and clear voice reached everyone present.

"Agreed!"

With a firm goal, everyone’s spirits soared.

Even Chaozhen couldn’t help but be stirred by the atmosphere.

"Now THIS is what a proper sect should feel like!!"

For a moment, Chaozhen felt as though he had returned to his passionate youth.

The heavens favored those who persevered, and he had faith in these young disciples.

After making arrangements, Song Lin returned to his secluded meditation chamber.

"Four conditions..."

The first required five contributions to the Taoist Method Meeting, the easiest of the lot, as it merely involved introducing innovative theories from the fictional world.

Once five contributions were made, one would be regarded as deeply versed in Taoist Skills and honored with the title of Refiner.

Beyond Refiner was Mage, above Mage was Grandmaster, and finally, Heavenly Master.

This goal, although straightforward, could not be achieved with excessive frequency; otherwise, its origins would become suspicious.

The second goal, Late-stage Core Formation, was also achievable.

The other three Core Formation inheritors, as well as accumulating 200,000 yin merit and winning the duel, would require collective hard work from everyone.

Ten days later.

Shanyin County.

Firecrackers crackled, drums boomed.

Under the Taoist Temple’s guidance, the townspeople’s grief over their lost loved ones began to fade.

Moreover, the construction of a new temple brought life and excitement back to the somber county.

At a tea stand, small groups of guests sat drinking tea. Here, individuals from all walks of life mingled. A portly man in fine attire found an open seat and plopped down heavily. The page at his side handed him a handkerchief, and the man wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Waiter! A bowl of iced tea!"

"Got it!"

"Hey! Shopkeeper Lin, what brings you here today?"

Someone recognized the fat man.

"Bah, I went to pay respects to the Divine Infant King! Today is the consecration day for the Divine Infant Temple. I heard that sincerely worshipping there will bring promotions, wealth, and many children."

"Divine Infant King Temple? How come I’ve never heard of it?"

"Nonsense, it’s newly opened today. The immortals from Xuanke Temple performed the consecration personally. If you’re late, you’ll miss your chance."

The fat man guzzled his tea in one go and quickly boarded a carriage.

The carriage sped down the road until it reached a temple.

The temple was packed with people, all praying to the Divine Infant King for children.

Within the temple stood a gilded statue over ten feet tall.

The statue depicted a chubby, cheerful baby, whose very presence exuded an aura of festivity at first glance.

At the road leading to the temple, carriages clogged the street, leaving no room for movement. Passersby weaved between them as angry curses erupted in the crowd.

In one of the carriages, delicate hands parted the curtains, and gentle, flowing eyes gazed at the Divine Infant Temple.

A soft laugh came from within the carriage.

"Using incense offerings to dispel grievances—this Song Lin is quite a good person."

"Shall I summon him for an audience?" asked the coachman.

Surrounding this particular carriage were people and vehicles forming a faintly detectable array, protecting the woman within.

"No need. I’ll stay here for a few days."

Whoosh!

The carriage, along with the dozens of people around it, began to fade gradually. The ordinary folk nearby noticed nothing.

Song Lin, engrossed in his secluded cultivation, remained oblivious to the strange occurrence.

After the meeting earlier, he felt an acute sense of urgency and resolved to bring this Upper Immortal World Chapter to an end, claiming the legacy of Yuann Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, the master-disciple duo.

All in all, it was time to lay all cards on the table.

Song Lin could not remain in hiding; he needed to take the initiative! The final battle would bring everything to a close.

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