Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 33 The Essence of the Five Zang Organs, Ghost Valley Ascension (Please Follow)

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 The Essence of the Five Zang Organs, Ghost Valley Ascension (Please Follow)

Linzi, Qi Country.

Soldiers gathered like clouds, flags standing tall.

An old man in white stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance.

This man’s appearance was unfamiliar, and even if Song Lin were standing in front of him, he would not recognize this person as Zou Yan, also known as Huan Yuan eighty years ago.

After waking up, Huan Yuan did not reveal himself to the world, for he did not know if Song Lin was still alive.

Thus, he hid away, secretly observing the situation outside.

Unexpectedly, the current King of Qin was too formidable.

In less than twenty years on the throne, he swept across the other five states, leaving only Qi Country struggling to hold on.

If Qin Country truly unified the world, there would be no place left for him to stand.

Whoosh!

As he was thinking, auspicious clouds floated over from the sky, and two abnormal soldiers emerged.

"Master Taoist, we fulfilled the mission, the vanguard general of Qin Country has been assassinated by us."

"Is he dead?"

"Dead."

Currently, they could only rely on assassination and similar tactics.

Previously, Zou Yan had even collaborated with Crown Prince Dan of Yan Country to assassinate the King of Qin, but unfortunately, they were thwarted by people from Fangxian Dao, resulting in ultimate failure.

"Haha, that’s good. Send the head to the King of Qin, tell him that the east and west emperors will rule the world separately, without interfering. If he does not agree, the next head will be his!"

Zou Yan decided to take action personally, to kill the King of Qin.

Roar!

At this moment, there came a sound like thunderous hooves from afar.

"Which troop is this?" Zou Yan frowned; behaving thus, they were too disrespectful.

"Not good, Wang Ben from Qin Country circumvented the main forces and is heading towards the capital!"

The scout below exclaimed anxiously.

"Hmph, overestimating itself!" Zou Yan snorted coldly.

As long as he was here, Qi Country would never fall.

Thinking of this, Zou Yan soared into the sky.

At this time, a sharp howl sounded from the far horizon.

Suddenly, two Red Dragons flew over from the distance.

Behind the two Red Dragons, there were nine streaks of red light.

The Red Dragons flew at an extremely fast speed, reaching the walls of Linzi almost instantaneously.

"Song Lin!" Zou Yan fixed his gaze, intense killing intent erupting from his eyes.

Boom!

A Palm Thunder was unleashed.

Twang!

Blood-red sword light, like a crescent moon, sliced through the thunderbolt.

A white-haired old man leaped down from the Red Dragon.

In that instant, seeing this person, Zou Yan exclaimed, "Bai Qi?"

Unexpectedly, Bai Qi, who had caused significant losses to the Yin Yang School back in the day, was still alive and had broken through to the state of an Innate Qi Cultivator.

"Haha, do you still remember this old man?"

Bai Qi’s twin eyes were blood-red, his sword energy as frosty as ice, piercing into one’s back with a chill.

Poof!

With one decisive slash, the sword light split into dozens, and the red sword energy circled once, instantly decapitating the followers beside Zou Yan.

Such ruthless methods made the soldiers around tremble with fear, causing the more timid ones to flee far away.

Zou Yan pulled out a copper mirror and muttered incantations.

Swoosh!

Dazzling golden light shot towards Bai Qi.

Boom!

The next second, it was shattered by a fireball.

Zou Yan subconsciously looked up, and Song Lin’s figure descended.

"Your opponent is me!"

Song Lin said with a smile.

The Miasma Green Pearl in his right palm emitted highly toxic green mist, which, under the influence of the flying Red Dragon stars, formed a smoke dragon shooting towards Zou Yan.

Zou Yan responded to the move by dismissing the mist with a gust of wind, then launching two Palm Thunders.

"Such powerful Taoist Realm!"

Zou Yan was secretly astounded.

What exactly was this person cultivating to be so powerful?

The two continued exchanging moves mid-air.

Fiery flames, fierce winds, lightning, poison miasma, golden light... colorful spells rained down like a storm.

Not one dared approach within several hundred feet.

Meanwhile, the situation below was almost a landslide.

With the variable of Bai Qi at hand, Innate Qi Cultivators slaughtered Divine Breath Qi Cultivators as if they were pigs and dogs.

Logically, with Guan Yinzi having lived a thousand years, his forces should be exceptionally strong.

But he held a great secret, and each time he practiced Taiyin Refining, he had to kill some close individuals.

First, to ensure the secret remained unrevealed, second, to ensure enough Spiritual Power guarded his body during the Taiyin Refining.

With the pair of Bai Qi and Ying Ji cooperating, the Yin Yang School was utterly defeated.

On one side was the Yin Yang School, purged every sixty years; on the other was Fangxian Dao, prepared for a century.

Who would win or lose was obvious.

Of course, the final victory or defeat still lay with the two in Ghost Valley.

One white and one red light streaked across the sky, dashing back and forth.

Every now and then a spell would drop, leaving a small pit on the ground.

Zou Yan excelled at various spells, mastering them all; Song Lin recklessly consumed pills over the years, forcibly elevating his True Qi to its utmost limits.

The Red Dragon True Qi from the Dan Zhong Acupoint extended out ten feet.

One was all-encompassing, the other specialized.

Neither could do much against the other.

Swish!

Song Lin landed on the palace rooftop, at this moment, a streak of golden light pursued closely behind.

Unable to dodge, the golden light was aimed at him, his skin covered in scales akin to red jade.

Smash!

The golden light struck the scales, leaving only a faint white mark.

"Stop!"

Zou Yan finally seized the opportunity, the copper mirror illuminating Song Lin’s body, a mighty force immobilizing him.

Moments ago Song Lin was too fast, his shadow unable to be caught.

"Receive the Dharma Taoist Soldier, come to my altar!"

Song Lin muttered incantations, twelve ferocious-faced Rampant Soldiers emerged from the shadowy mist.

"Kill!"

The Rampant Soldiers, riding the dark clouds, charged towards Zou Yan.

At the same time, the Three Yang Fire Sword came flying from afar.

Deprived of follow-up force, the immobilization technique instantly vanished.

The two resumed their confrontation.

On the other side, Wang Ben’s army approached the city gates, while Bai Qi and Ying Ji among the third generation Taoists wiped out the members of the Yin Yang School.

Smash!

"Slaughter!!"

The army breached the capital of Qi Country.

If nothing unexpected happens, the world would be unified henceforth.

Zou Yan’s face was ashen, his alabaster skin turning gray-green, long fangs emerging from his mouth, his hair scattered, transforming him wholly into an evil ghost.

Glaring fiercely at the people surrounding him, Zou Yan spat bitterly, "You forced me!!"

"You forced me! All of you, die!!"

Before everyone’s eyes, Zou Yan opened up his own chest.

Five differently colored beads flew out from the dark hole in his chest.

The beads transformed into five elderly men, their hair in shades of red, black, white...

These were the essence of his five organs.

Each time he practiced Taiyin Refining he could forge one bead.

Once five beads were completed, the brain bead and aperture bead were to be forged.

The combination of the seven treasure beads would achieve the title of Underground Master, granting immortality.

"Dharma Master!" The five elders bowed reverently.

"Kill them all!"

Golden energy, fierce flames, poison water, shattered rock, vines, and so forth were conjured wildly.

"Rampant Soldiers!"

"Present!"

"Consume the Ghost Blood!"

As Song Lin spoke, he swallowed the Black Evil God Blood, transforming entirely into a green-faced, sharp-fanged evil ghost.

With the augmentation of two hundred years of Taoist Realm, the transformed ghost body towered three stories tall, his hair turning scarlet, poison mist spewing from his mouth and nose.

Before arriving here, Song Lin had also purchased a batch of Ghost Blood from the Ghost Market.

The twelfth ghost god did the same.

However, what they consumed was the Ghost Blood they had cultivated themselves, once swallowed, no matter what, they would ultimately vanish into thin air.

"Kill!"

The two factions clashed.

Smash!

Dark clouds rolled, lightning danced wildly.

The dazzling blue lightning illuminated the land, reducing the entire palace within a hundred feet to dust.

"Later..."

"What happened later? Why haven’t I heard of this?"

On the East Sea Coast, atop Lushan Mountain.

The young emperor inquired, before him stood a carefree white-robed elderly man.

The old man’s eyes were murky, his eyes seeming to be slightly closed, his whole body exuding the smell of alcohol, as if he had passed away.

"Later, let me think, later... the Ghost Valley Master ascended to the Immortal Realm, transcending the Xuanming."

This story stirred endless envy in the youthful emperor.

In a fleeting moment, the old man actually trod upon the waves, walking towards the vast depths of the sea, chanting a ballad as he went.

"Great Immortal, distant and far away, only the Ghost Valley in ancient times. The Dao renews and transforms, timeless and enduring. Hidden within the mysterious chamber, manifest spirit in wind and rain. When the Red Dragon roars, no one dares to scorn me."

"Wait, old sir, please teach me the immortal skills!!"

No matter how the youthful emperor called, the elder departed without looking back.

The "Dongming Records": In the early years of Tianguang, Emperor Wu of Han met the thousand-year-old elder Master Ann Qi, conversing for a day before parting.

Emperor Wu of Han ordered an investigation into ancient texts, discovering that the First Emperor during his eastern journey had conversed with Master Ann Qi for three days and nights, bestowed golden jade, spanning millions out of Fuxiang Pavilion, which Ann Qi left behind, leaving a volume of Daoist texts in return.

Thereafter, the ancestral dragon perished, dying and dividing the land.

At this time, deep beneath Lishan’s depths.

In a majestic underground palace, where the sun, moon, stars, rivers, lakes, and seas existed.

Within the central palace, a majestic man wearing a crown with twelve sashes, sat cross-legged among the stars, vivid and lifelike, as if he were a True Immortal.

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