Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 32: The Final Battle, Karma Resolved (Please Follow)

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: The Final Battle, Karma Resolved (Please Follow)

"Red Dragon?"

Bai Qi and Ying Ji exchanged a glance, then stepped out together.

Clang!!

A sharp whistle of a sword echoed.

The sword box enshrined in the ancestral hall sprang open, and a three-foot copper sword flew out.

The blade of the copper sword was soaked with dark red blood, emitting a chilling aura. It floated automatically beside Bai Qi.

This was Youxi’s Treasure Sword, which had accompanied Bai Qi for many years, drinking countless blood and harboring extraordinary spiritual power.

The two stepped outside.

The gray sky was now dyed a fiery red.

A massive and sinuous dragon pierced through the heavens.

"What overwhelming might!"

Bai Qi’s pupils contracted. This presence was more formidable than any master he had ever encountered.

It was like an unscalable mountain that compelled awe.

At this moment, the Red Dragon dived downward.

"Who is this deity?"

Bai Qi gripped the hilt of his treasure sword, the Red Dragon True Qi in his chest surging violently.

The sword emitted a dazzling crimson glow, radiating with a murderous aura that transformed into dozens of blades, spears, swords, and halberds.

"Die!"

The weapons launched toward the enormous dragon in the sky.

At this moment, a white-robed Taoist appeared atop the Red Dragon’s back.

The Taoist’s visage was like white jade, his eyes like stars, his long hair casually draped behind him, and his demeanor as graceful as an immortal.

At the sight of this figure, Bai Qi cried out in shock, "The Ghost Valley Ancestor? Beware!"

By now, the blades, spears, swords, and halberds were already near Song Lin.

Song Lin lightly waved his sleeve, and the weapons vanished into smoke.

"Such powerful True Qi!" Bai Qi exclaimed, astonished.

Song Lin descended to stand beside the two men.

"Who are you?" Song Lin asked, gazing at the two strangers.

"This disciple is the Third Generation Taoist Master Bai Qi."

"This disciple is the Taoist Ying Ji!"

"Bai Qi? Ying Ji?" Song Lin paused momentarily, then summoned the "Monster Chronicles" in front of them.

The two standing opposite could not see the object.

Karma had increased to forty-five percent.

If his guess was correct, the credit likely belonged to these two.

"You’ve done well over the years."

"Ancestor, you know of our deeds?"

Ying Ji was uncertain and full of disbelief. The long-absent Ancestor suddenly appeared and even knew of their accomplishments—what an honor this was.

"Of course."

Song Lin walked into the ancestral hall.

Inside, the altar table displayed the Taoist Scripture Master Treasure Seal. At the highest position hung his portrait, with the ranks of Taoists listed below.

The first-generation Taoist Master Zhang Bokao, followed by Bai Xuan, Sun Dang, and other Taoists. Further down were Zhang Yi, Su Qin, Sun Boling, and Pang Juan.

"How did Zhang Yi die?"

"Master overworked himself, injuring his Primordial Energy, and lived to eighty-five..." Bai Qi replied.

"And Su Qin?"

"Assassinated by members of the Yin Yang School."

"What of Sun Boling?"

"Uncle Master Sun led a group to annihilate the Yin Yang School, killed twenty enemies, including the Crown Prince of Qi Country, and perished from exhaustion."

Looking at the rows of memorial tablets before him, Song Lin felt a pang of heaviness in his heart. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Most of these people had died because of him.

The hatred between the Yin Yang School and Fangxian Dao was a grudge that not even the waters of the Four Seas could wash away.

Bai Qi continued, "During the Battle of Changping, the Yin Yang School sent their entire force, hiding among the Zhao soldiers in an attempt to slip through. I simply buried them all alive."

After that, the Yin Yang School vanished entirely, leaving no trace. Whether they were exterminated or had gone into hiding was unknown.

As Song Lin pieced together various accounts, he realized he had altered many things.

Some people had died earlier than they should have, while others lived longer than expected.

Though the historical progression remained roughly the same, the timeline had shifted significantly.

"By the way, who was the Second Generation Taoist Master?"

"It was Uncle Master Ann Qi, Ying Ji’s master. He served for two years before traveling to all the states," Bai Qi replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Hmm. Ying Zichu’s son has one named Zheng. In a few days, bring him to me."

"My great-grandson? What instructions does the Ancestor have?" Ying Ji asked curiously. Not only had the Ancestor remembered him, but he even knew his great-grandson’s name.

"This child possesses extraordinary talent. I intend to accept him as my direct disciple."

"Thank you, Ancestor!" Ying Ji was overjoyed and bowed deeply in gratitude.

Three days later.

Yunmeng Mountain.

An eight-year-old boy was brought up the mountain.

"Disciple Ying Zheng greets Master!"

The previously unnoticed Ying Zheng, whose name even Ying Ji often forgot, experienced a meteoric rise in status after gaining the acknowledgment of the Ghost Valley Ancestor.

Looking at the boy in front of him pretending to be mature, Song Lin smiled faintly and said, "Rise. Are you hungry? Ying Ji, take him down to eat."

The moment Ying Zheng acknowledged his master, Karma surged directly to sixty percent.

"Do not reveal my return."

Song Lin instructed everyone, then ascended with Ying Zheng on the back of the dragon.

"I cannot compare to the Ancestor!" Bai Qi remarked as he watched Song Lin’s graceful retreating figure, realizing how vast the gap between them truly was.

Even among Innate Qi Cultivators, the differences were staggering.

In the sky, the fierce wind made their robes billow, and the scenery on both sides sped past in retreat.

"Wow!" Ying Zheng initially appeared scared but quickly became excited, cheering like a child. "In the future, I also want to ride a dragon!"

Standing at the dragon’s head, Song Lin closed his eyes in contemplation.

He planned to train Ying Zheng for several years, then return to the Real World to cultivate, occasionally revisiting to observe the situation.

This world lacked the concept of refining True Qi, focusing solely on accumulating it.

Now, Song Lin’s Taoist Realm had reached two hundred years, an unattainable peak. Staying here served no further purpose; all he could do was idly refine his alchemy skills.

But one could not learn too much.

While one could study freely here, time in the Real World was limited. To pursue everything meant to excel in nothing.

In just a few short months, mastering a few spells would already be quite an achievement.

Afterward, Song Lin took Ying Zheng on a journey across the various states, exposing him to the customs and cultures of different lands and occasionally testing his insights.

There was no denying it—this child was exceptionally gifted. He had a natural ease of understanding, especially favoring the domineering philosophy left behind by Shangyang.

Using punishments, strategies, and brute force to rule the world; conquering externally while establishing an internal order that served only the ruler.

"Domineering philosophy rewards merit and never lays down arms." Ten-year-old Ying Zheng’s eyes gleamed. "A nation of the strong, a people like tigers and wolves—even over a thousand generations, it will never be defeated by foreign enemies! Master, if you possess such a philosophy, why did you teach me the King’s Way and the Emperor’s Way before?"

"Indeed, it is a nation that will not be broken by outside forces." Song Lin’s expression grew peculiar, but he did not answer Ying Zheng’s question. "Enough, you should rest and play for now."

After all, he was still a child. Upon hearing the word "play," he immediately forgot his earlier questions.

"Master, I want to go fishing. I heard there are dragon fish nearby, released by Jiang Ziya!"

"Go ahead, but return before evening."

As he watched Ying Zheng’s departing figure, Song Lin’s gaze turned contemplative, and he muttered to himself, "To govern internally with benevolent rule is the true path to lasting peace."

Domineering philosophies treat the people as enemies of the state, strengthening the country at the cost of weakening its citizens—such an approach was destined not to endure.

Unfortunately, the six kings of Qin had placed too much faith in Legalism.

Even if Song Lin tried to persuade them, it would be futile; Qin had its destiny, and Song Lin only cared about his own Taoist path.

By evening, Ying Zheng returned covered in mud, tears welling in his eyes as he stormed over angrily.

"What happened? Did you catch the dragon fish?"

"Yes, there really were dragon fish, their scales glittering like gold, with dragon whiskers as well."

"So where’s the fish?"

At this, Ying Zheng clenched his fists.

"A damned little brat tricked me! He said the dragon fish has a male and a female, and that this one was the female. The female could attract the male, so I let him test it. But that scoundrel ran off with the fish!"

Ying Zheng, of course, gave chase, only to trip and fall into the mud.

Song Lin couldn’t help but laugh.

"Master, please help me get it back. That brat may be quick, but I found out his name—he’s Liu Ji from Fengyi, and I want to teach him a harsh lesson."

Song Lin’s eyes briefly narrowed before he sighed with a faint smile.

The thread of Karma between Song Lin and the Ying Qin lineage would end here. As for the future, he would not interfere. Besides, Liu Han was not inferior—why meddle?

"Master?"

"There’s no need to pursue this."

"Why not?"

"You gave the dragon fish away voluntarily. Let it go," Song Lin said, waving his hand dismissively.

Three years later, King Zhuangxiang of Qin passed away, and the thirteen-year-old Ying Zheng ascended the throne.

Song Lin concealed the Karma Illusion Body and returned to the Real World to focus on his cultivation.

Over the next twenty years, the King of Qin swept through the Six Kingdoms with unstoppable momentum.

During the final battle to annihilate Qi Country, Huan Yuan revealed his true identity as the new Sect Leader of the Yin Yang School—Zou Yan.

Under Zou Yan’s leadership, Qi Country put up fierce resistance. Qin struggled for a long time without success, and the people of Qi boldly declared, "You are the West Emperor; I shall be the East Emperor."

At this moment, Song Lin understood the final battle was upon them.

He gathered all the disciples of Fangxian Dao and marched tirelessly to Qi Country.

The Karma of this world was about to be resolved.

(The story is nearing its conclusion; the next journey is on the horizon.)

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