Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 31: War God Bai Qi, Back to Fangxian

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: War God Bai Qi, Back to Fangxian

Real World.

Dark Room.

Song Lin sat cross-legged, his eyes closed as he adjusted his breathing.

True Qi flowed through his meridians, like rivers and lakes rushing turbulently.

Compared to the other world, this world followed the Small Circulation of the governor and conception vessels.

With the experience from the Taiyin Refining World, plus the Mica Pill and Qi Cultivation Pill, his stage could now be categorized as Mid-stage Fetal Breathing.

The True Qi generated by the Peace Qi Cultivation Song had a Yin nature, causing thin frost to linger in the dim room.

The cultivation technique of the Qi Cultivation Song could only help one break through to Qi Cultivation.

To refine Qi further and advance, he would need to exchange for higher-level techniques.

After a long while, Song Lin ended his practice.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Fetal Breathing Stage

Taoist Realm: Five Years

Divine Skills: "Lao Mountain Five Skills," Beidou Red Dragon Qi Gong by Guang Chengzi, Red Scale Skill, Dragon Control Technique, Dragon Qi Red Emperor Fist, Red Dragon Flying Star Skill, Simple Yellow and White Skill, Turtle Breath Technique.

Time passed in Taiyin Refining World: 63 years; Real World: 2 months.

In these two months, Song Lin had mastered all the Taoist Skills he learned in the other world, except for the Yin Yang Eyes.

Song Lin stepped out of his door and headed towards the Dharma Altar Warehouse.

The Taoist disciples came to claim materials, and ever since the last incident, everyone treated him with much more respect, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

"Mr. Song, let me tell you something..."

Zhou Xuan glanced around to ensure no one was nearby and whispered.

"What is it?"

"Do you know why Li Xuan hasn’t appeared recently?"

"Why?" Song Lin was confused. He had indeed noticed Li Xuan’s absence lately.

Song Lin initially thought that guy had been warned by Tongshou Taoist and therefore dared not make a move against him.

"He’s gone into seclusion. I heard he plans to target you during the Three Passes Conference."

"Got it, thanks for the heads-up."

Song Lin nodded knowingly. Whether soldiers or water came, he’d react accordingly. When the time came, who struck first wasn’t certain.

The information Zhou Xuan provided proved to be useful.

Thinking of this, Song Lin gave a bit more medicinal herbs.

"Take these back and use them for your cultivation. Tell me if anything else comes up."

"Will do! Many thanks, Taoist!"

Zhou Xuan left happily with the materials.

Ever since gaining Tongshou Taoist’s favor, Song Lin no longer needed to report daily. Now he only came around once every three to four days.

All the material distributions were also consolidated on those days.

Ghost Market.

Song Lin wore a pitch-black cloak, his face obscured beneath the hood.

At this time, he stood before a stall.

The stall owner was a peculiar figure hidden in a large black jar, exposing only his head, his face caked in a layer of pale powder.

"Did you bring the item?" Song Lin’s voice was raspy.

"Brought it. It’s ten dharma coins in total."

A black jar floated beside Song Lin.

"Here, inside are two Qi Nourishing Pills."

Song Lin carried the jar and walked away.

He then crossed through the back alleys of the Ghost Market, wandering through the forest until he reached a mountain stream’s source.

The source was a cold pool ten feet in diameter.

The cold pool emitted eerie, bone-chilling air, frosting the surrounding leaves.

Not far away, the mountain wall housed an abandoned cave.

Song Lin entered, opened the jar, and poured out a heap of pale, skeletal remains.

These were thousand-year-old bones.

He then arranged the setting, creating the illusion that someone had lived there.

"Phew, finally done!"

Song Lin wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This setup was to fabricate a fortuitous encounter. Once he became prominent, others would surely investigate. At that time, this decoy would mislead them, making them believe this place was where he had gained his lucky opportunity.

In Xuanke Temple, not all fortuitous encounters needed to be handed over.

For ordinary encounters, the Capital Management Courtyard even protected Taoists’ rights to their finds, ensuring they wouldn’t be seized by higher-ups.

But for something as unprecedented as the Monster Chronicles, it was absolutely forbidden to let anyone know—not even the closest ones.

In the following days, Song Lin would leave before dawn, sneaking out. By sundown, he would return empty-handed with nothing to show.

This peculiar behavior would surely raise suspicion in the future.

Once done, Song Lin finally lay low and re-entered the Taiyin Refining World.

Taiyin Refining World.

Boundless ocean, turbulent waves.

Above the seas stood an island.

The rising sun cast its rays upon the island.

Flames erupted on the island, spreading across the entire expanse in no time.

Lowering the perspective revealed that it was the trees on the island that were burning.

Their trunks were straight, devoid of leaves or blossoms, instead brimming with fiery red flowers resembling flames.

At the center of the forest, a young Taoist sat cross-legged, undisturbed by the flames.

This was none other than Song Lin.

For sixty years he had roamed overseas, seeking Penglai for another sixty.

Although he found no trace of Penglai, he stumbled upon countless fortuitous encounters.

Once, he found a human-shaped lead-tin essence beneath a submerged tree and consumed it, instantly curing his ghostly poison.

On Zhong Mountain, he discovered a stone head, cracking it open to obtain an extraordinary pill that extended his life by sixty years.

He drank from cold springs on the East Sea Coast and bathed in the twilight glow of the East Pole.

Now, he had encountered another extraordinary object on this fiery island in the ocean.

A three-inch-tall red little figure lay before Song Lin.

Entirely composed of flames, it exuded a unique fragrance.

At this moment, the creature was shivering and kowtowing repeatedly towards him.

"My Lord, spare me! Consider how hard it’s been for me to cultivate; please show mercy!"

"Haha, we are fated, letting you go is not an option."

Song Lin extended his palm, capturing the entity mid-air and swallowing it in one gulp.

Splurt!

It burst like juice—slightly sweet.

A fiery, scorching energy surged through his body, rushing through his limbs and bones.

Boom!

Three days later, Song Lin comprehended the Fire Control Technique.

He sensed the information within his mind.

A Taoist Realm of 180 years.

"Judging by the time, that guy should be finished by now."

Song Lin murmured to himself.

This world was vast.

He had even circled the entire Earth, visited Egypt’s pyramids, and pried open pharaoh mummies, finding no sign of that fellow.

Fangxian Dao had been quietly expanding over the years, searching for Huan Yuan’s whereabouts.

After nearly failing once, Huan Yuan had grown much more cautious.

Since the enemy remained hidden, Song Lin chose to stay in the shadows too.

After all, there were still over twenty years before Ying Zheng would be born.

Thus, Song Lin continued seeking opportunities overseas.

As long as the enemy stayed quiet, he wouldn’t act either.

He now had two advantages.

One, Huan Yuan didn’t know whether Song Lin was dead or alive. Two, he was unaware that Qin’s unification hinge depended on Ying Zheng.

As soon as there was news of Huan Yuan, Song Lin would ensure he delivered a surprise.

His cultivation over the years was no trivial matter.

"Let’s go!"

Song Lin spat out a breath of red energy.

The red energy transformed into a ten-foot-long red dragon that appeared lifelike.

Roar!!!

The red dragon let out a deafening roar.

The Taoist rode the dragon and ascended, vanishing into the horizon.

Thirty years later.

years in Taiyin Refining World.

Yunmeng Mountain, Ghost Valley—Fangxian Dao’s secret grounds, accessible only to Taoists of senior rank.

Magnificent palaces were constructed here.

The largest palace was named Yin Fu Hall, originally the residence of Ghost Valley Ancestor.

It now served as Fangxian Dao’s ancestral shrine, dedicated to the veneration of past ancestors.

Within the Taoist Temple, two white-haired old men sat, faces weathered but emanating power, appearing at least eighty or ninety years old.

The one on the left wore a jet-black robe, his aura commanding without anger.

The elder on the right had snow-white hair and a piercing, chilling gaze that sent shivers down one’s spine with a single look.

These two were no ordinary figures.

The former was Qin Zhaoxiang King, Ying Ji, who had faked his death to abdicate. As a youth, he had cultivated in Ghost Valley, ascending the throne after Huiwen King’s death, sweeping through the Three Jin, Qi, and Chu.

Thanks to his cultivation foundation, he lived an astonishingly long life.

After reigning for 57 years—his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather combined barely matched his reign’s length—he faked his death and devoted himself to cultivation in secret.

The elder on the right was even more renowned—War God Bai Qi, who buried 400,000 in the Battle of Changping and was the first-generation Taoist Bai Xuan’s son, as well as the third master of Fangxian Dao.

The monarch and his minister had staged a dramatic exit late in life and disappeared into the mountains for cultivation.

"Old Bai, did you break through to Innate Qi Cultivator?" Ying Ji stared at his old friend in surprise.

The two had played together since childhood, without the barriers of rank.

"Haha, you finally noticed."

"Damn it, you’re making me say it on purpose, aren’t you?" Ying Ji chuckled and cursed, before adding thoughtfully, "With your current cultivation, you must have surpassed Ghost Valley’s ancestor, right?"

The Ghost Valley Master was also an Innate Qi Cultivator.

"Not sure."

Bai Qi had never met the Ghost Valley Ancestor.

But Innate Qi Cultivators were roughly equivalent in strength.

Bai Qi didn’t underestimate himself; his power should be on par with the Ghost Valley Master of the past.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

A hurried knocking sounded on the door.

"Taoist Lord, it’s an emergency! There’s a red dragon outside."

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