Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 30: Ghost Valley Master’s Fangxian Dao Technique (Thanks to Yu Qing Ti for the reward)

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Ghost Valley Master’s Fangxian Dao Technique (Thanks to Yu Qing Ti for the reward)

On the pinnacle of Mount Hua, the Fangxian Dao and Yin-Yang sects faced off in an epic duel.

Half a year has passed since that battle, yet it remains a fervent topic of discussion among the people.

No one knows who emerged victorious in that clash.

Witnesses from the foot of the mountain recount that on that fated night, golden light split the sky, flames reached over a hundred feet high, thunder roared atop the peak, and raging winds howled like ghosts and gods in anguish.

During these six months, the Qin Nation utterly defeated the Allied Forces of the Four Nations, seized eight cities from the Wei Nation, and compelled them to construct yet another new Great Wall.

Zhang Yi and Su Qin returned, only to find the mountain deserted. Judging from the devastation on the summit, the battle that day must have been unimaginably fierce.

"Qi Nation! Wei Nation! I’ll make you pay a heavy price!" Zhang Yi swore to the heavens.

From that day forward, Zhang Yi and Su Qin split ways. Su Qin embarked on a path of persuading various nations to unite in resisting Qin.

Meanwhile, in the real world...

Song Lin, seated cross-legged, suddenly jolted awake.

"Whew, that was close!" Song Lin gasped for breath.

The backlash from the Black Evil God proved truly extraordinary. The ghost blood polluted most of the physical body in the story world, transforming organs, drastically shortening lifespan, and rendering the entire figure grotesque like an evil ghost.

Song Lin got up and paced around his room.

He casually opened the system panel for a glance.

[World]: Taiyin Refining Body

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Mortal Realm

[Time Flow Speed]: 1 to 365

[Descent]: Soul

[Category]: Eastern Penglai Myth, Pre-Qin Myth

[System]: Overseas Immortal Mountain Divine System

[Karma Effect Cycle]: 30%

Karma was only at 30%.

Song Lin originally intended to adopt a quick offensive strategy to save time for learning Taoist skills in the real world.

According to the historical timeline, it would take at least a hundred days—or over a hundred years in that world—waiting for Ying Zheng to unify the six nations.

At this pace, there wouldn’t be much time left for him to pass the Three Gates.

The challenge of passing the Three Gates was life-threatening, where winners earned the right to join the inner sect, while losers faced death or crippling injuries.

Inner Sect disciples weren’t merely granted status or rank; the title conferred substantial benefits as part of the Taoist school’s discipleship hierarchy.

Above Xuanke Temple was Mei Mountain Jungle, above which stood the Southern Sect of the Sacred Might Dao from Yin Mountain, and above that, the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen Alliance.

Obtaining Inner Sect status meant securing a place in the Heaven and Earth Xuanmen Alliance’s roster, akin to acquiring a national identity, thereby gaining privileges and recognition at any Taoist temple one visited.

Thus, ranks weren’t bestowed casually, and competition was fiercely intense.

Out of ten participants, typically only two or three survived, and even then, not all of them were guaranteed advancement.

To prevent reckless disciples from prematurely attempting the challenge and causing unnecessary losses, Taoist temples usually adopted a Taoist elder recommendation system, allowing only recommended disciples to participate.

This led to the participants being the best of the best from various Taoist temples.

Hence, Song Lin resolved to take a risk, attempting to kill Huan Yuan outright and expedite Qin’s unification.

"Who could’ve guessed that this guy turned out to be Guan Yinzi, protected by Laozi’s Purple Qi Shield!"

Song Lin was speechless, finding Guan Yinzi’s name unfamiliar.

The creation of the renowned "Tao Te Ching" was heavily tied to his story.

Laozi’s westward departure from Hangu Pass involved Guan Yinzi—also known as Yinxi—a minister of the Zhou Dynasty, who journeyed alongside Laozi.

If not for his suggestion to have Laozi leave something behind, perhaps the world would never have seen the Tao Te Ching.

This person also authored the monumental nine essays of Guan Yinzi.

Could Laozi truly exist in this world?

Song Lin struggled to believe it.

Could such encounters even happen during the Fetal Breathing Stage?

Perhaps Laozi had already ascended, but Guan Yinzi, as a significant figure in Taoism’s lineage, also known as Wenshi True Monarch, had achieved Dao under Laozi’s mentorship and shouldn’t exhibit abilities of this level.

There must be more to this story.

"Forget it, better focus on how to heal the story world’s physical body," Song Lin muttered, shaking the distracting thoughts from his mind.

If he died before the cycle of Karma was complete, the world would permanently shut down, memories would vanish, and all efforts would be wasted.

Returning to the real world this time was to research how to cure the body polluted by ghost blood.

Song Lin headed to Shuiyun Hall.

After poring through countless records, he found that the cure was surprisingly simple: it wasn’t tied to any specific prescription but required the cleansing energy of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

With this realization, Song Lin returned to the story world.

Taiyin Refining Body World.

Yunmeng Mountain Ghost Valley.

Song Lin opened his eyes and approached a bronze mirror. The image reflected back was of an elderly man with snow-white hair.

His eyes were murky, bloodshot.

His body bore numerous dark scars, exuding a bone-chilling eerie ghostly aura.

Thankfully, he didn’t have sores festering atop his head or pus streaming from his feet, which would have been utterly revolting.

The scars on his body were known as ghost marks, slowly expanding over time, eventually consuming the entire body—marking true death.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in!"

The creak of the door opening revealed a cold-faced young man stepping inside.

When the youth saw Song Lin, he bowed respectfully.

"No need for formalities."

This time, Song Lin owed his life to Ann Qi.

On that fateful day, Song Lin had fallen unconscious. After the Taoist disciples slew the Yin-Yang Sect members, they worked tirelessly through the night to transport Song Lin to the Ghost Valley to prevent retaliation.

Fortunately, Ann Qi possessed extraordinary fortune, earning guidance from the Ganoderma General to obtain Yin Valley Stone Milk, thereby reviving Song Lin without leaving severe complications.

"By the way, gather everyone," Song Lin instructed Ann Qi.

Soon, an assembly gathered outside.

The great battle had claimed many lives.

Of the eight Fetal Breathing Stage elder disciples, three had perished. Over twenty younger disciples remained, numbering only ten now.

Among the survivors were Sun Boling and Pang Juan.

"Master!"

"Hmm. From now on, you five will be Taoists. With your hearts aligned with the Dao, and your actions ever devoted to it, you are hereby recognized as Taoists."

Song Lin addressed the five disciples in the Fetal Breathing Stage.

"We obey, Master!" The five expressed joyous gratitude.

Though puzzled by the meaning, the title sounded prestigious and distinguished.

"Henceforth, those in the Fetal Breathing Stage shall be called Taoists. Upon reaching the Qi Cultivation Stage, namely Innate Qi Cultivators, you shall be known as Tao Elders."

Song Lin stayed at the Ghost Valley for another year.

During this year, he compiled and organized techniques like the Lao Mountain Five Skills, Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong, Turtle Breath Technique, Simple Yellow and White Skill, Mica Pill, Qi Nourishing Pill, Hidden Dragon Breath Emission Powder, and Chang Pu Fuling Powder.

He documented his cultivation insights and precise methods into a book titled "Ghost Valley Fangxian Dao Technique."

The insights alone spanned over three hundred pages. Thanks to Song Lin’s invention of paper, he avoided leaving behind an unwieldy cart-load of bamboo strips.

"Bokao, from now on, you shall be the Fangxian Dao Sect Master!"

Song Lin carved a Taoist Scripture Master Treasure Seal and handed it to Zhang Bokao—Zhang Yi’s grandfather. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Master... what about you?"

"I will wander the world. If we meet again, who knows what year or month it will be? Take care in your cultivation."

"Remember, develop the Fangxian Dao secretly over the years. Do not flaunt it!"

With those words, Song Lin ascended into the sky and disappeared, leaving his disciples shedding heartfelt tears below.

Ancient people valued friendship and sentiment profoundly, and their tears came from deep within.

Most of them had already lived past their twilight years, unsure if they’d live to see Song Lin next.

Clutching the Taoist Scripture Master Treasure Seal, Zhang Bokao silently vowed to expand and glorify the Fangxian Dao.

Little did Song Lin realize that this seemingly ordinary wooden seal would, under generations of Fangxian Dao leaders’ cultivation, transform into a priceless artifact of Daoist lore.

Of future events, those in the present could not know.

Song Lin had already departed overseas in search of immortals.

As time flowed, King Huiwen of Qin gave way to King Wu, followed by Zhaoxiang King, one of Huaxia’s longest-reigning monarchs.

Sixty-three years passed.

The Taiyin Refining Body World has now endured for one hundred and ten years.

New eras replaced old, stars rose while others faded.

The Battle of Mount Hua had long become a distant legend.

Yet, the Ghost Valley Sage’s tale persisted, carried forth by the rise of his disciples and strategists.

Some claimed the Ghost Valley Master had passed away, while others swore they had witnessed him ascend in daylight.

There were also conspirators alleging to have inherited the Ghost Valley Master’s teachings, sowing chaos in the political realm.

One Qi native even claimed to have seen an elderly figure at the East Sea coastline. Calling himself the Ghost Valley Master, the figure allegedly rode a Jiao-dragon into the distance.

Even the Fangxian Dao disciples could not confirm whether the severely injured Ghost Valley Master was still alive.

Truth blurred with fiction, and speculation ran wild.

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