Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 39: Testing by Ghosts and Gods, Moon Cultivation World (Please Follow)

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Testing by Ghosts and Gods, Moon Cultivation World (Please Follow)

Xixiang is dead, the leader has been decided.

The crowd erupted in commotion.

"Unexpected! Haha, brilliant!"

"This person is so cautious; if he’s not confident, he won’t act. But when he does, he turns the tide—haha, just like me!"

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a composed Taoist disciple. Surely, he will achieve great things in the future."

The face of the True Demon Temple Master darkened, his golden vertical pupils flickered with killing intent, as he muttered with dissatisfaction:

"Hmph, relying on a bit of courage and a couple of killing techniques, just wait and see? Leader... what nonsense."

During the Taoist disciple phase, many talents haven’t fully developed, so the gap between genius and ordinary disciples isn’t that large.

In battles of life and death, the winner is often the one with more experience and greater courage and composure.

Clearly, Song Lin embodied these traits.

Even Jiuyou thought so. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Though Song Lin was evidently lacking in talent, even if he won the top position, Jiuyou valued Shi Yinhua more.

Shi Yinhua’s daily cultivation progress equals that of an ordinary disciple’s ten days’ worth.

No matter how formidable Song Lin might seem now, in two or three years, the gap between them would be enormous.

However, Jiuyou didn’t underestimate Song Lin entirely; after all, he had brought glory to them. Jiuyou then retorted, "Too bad your disciple won’t live to see that day!"

"You—!"

"Alright, alright. The Three Passes Conference is over. Prepare to pack and leave; I need to return the Fire Palace to the Jungle Taoist," the Scripture Master intervened to mediate.

With that, the Scripture Master stepped forward to the sand table and brushed away the swirling Fire Cloud above it.

Among the seven to eight hundred disciples below, only forty-five had successfully advanced.

At this moment, the Fire Cloud dissipated, revealing a dozen gigantic human faces.

The faces bore piercing gazes, dominating the entire sky, while the people below were as insignificant as ants.

Everyone felt an overwhelming pressure, the majestic aura compelling them to envy and awe.

The disciples recognized their temple masters and knelt respectfully.

"Greetings, Taoists!"

This time, Xuanke Temple had seven individuals who had passed.

The figures in the sky flickered and manifested before the crowd.

Each bore unique bearings, and among those seated, all the temple masters’ cultivation levels were at minimum Divine Establishment.

Having refined their True Qi and Divine Soul with various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, their every movement carried the power of heavenly phenomena; their mere presence alone subdued the crowd.

The Scripture Master waved his hand, and an Eight Immortals table appeared before him.

A group of Ghost Soldiers approached, beginning to arrange the dharma altar.

Offerings of livestock, fruits, and tributes to the four directions’ divinities were prepared.

Then, the names and birthdates of everyone present were recorded.

In this world filled with dharma powers, birth dates are of paramount importance. Handing over one’s birthdate symbolized submission and full acceptance of the Taoist Temple.

The Scripture Master held a peachwood sword and dipped a willow branch into talisman water, sprinkling it over the register of names.

The register shimmered faintly as he instructed everyone to stand before the dharma altar, with Song Lin, as the leader, front and center.

"Nine Qi reaches the Green Sky, the Auspicious Star hears. Shining light on the eastern realms, illuminating nine gates. Rotating the radiance of the sun, sweeping away evil and filth... Qingjing Tongxuanhua, embodying sincerity and clarity. In the Year of Renyin, Month of Jiachen, Day of Wushen, I bestow upon all disciples the ’Ming’ generation title!"

Hua!

The register combusted into blue smoke, flying up into the distant firmament.

From that moment, Song Lin was officially part of the "Ming" generation of the Mei Mountain Jungle. However, they typically went by their names or nicknames given by others.

After all, adding the generational title to some names made them sound quite odd, like "Ming Lin."

Huala!

As the ceremony concluded, a mysterious force enveloped everyone.

When they reopened their eyes, they found themselves in Xuanke Temple’s hall dedicated to ghosts and gods.

The hall was dim and shadowy, its candles emitting eerie green flames.

Jiuyou stood with his hands behind his back, facing the disciples, with the spirit tablets of various ghosts and Yin Generals behind him. The atmosphere was menacing, akin to the Netherworld.

"From now, you are inner sect disciples. Each of you will receive three Taoist Merit stipends monthly. Do strive harder to become formal inner sect Taoists soon."

"Thank you, Temple Master!"

"Those who’ve passed the test can go to the Grand Commissioner Institute to collect a bottle of Qi Nourishing Pills each. Off you go!"

"Leader, stay behind!"

After the others left, Jiuyou’s gaze burned as he fixed it upon Song Lin, grinning, "Your Taoist Skill was so sharp—where did you learn it?"

He didn’t bring up Song Lin’s killing in the competition, as the deaths had occurred within the allowed scope of the conference. Since Song Lin had proven his value, Jiuyou didn’t pursue the matter.

Song Lin began to disclose the locations he’d prepared beforehand, detailing the techniques he excelled in, as well as the Bone Mirror and Miasma Green Pearl he possessed.

These were nothing—it was merely bait to divert attention from deeper secrets.

"Top-grade Magical Artifact? Not bad. Remember, don’t overly rely on your artifact’s advantages and neglect your own cultivation."

In the dim hall, Jiuyou’s face alternated between gloom and brightness; the moonlight in his brow fluctuated, at times vicious, at others benevolent.

It felt as though a demon within him was struggling for control.

"Understood, Master," Song Lin replied, glancing cautiously and feeling a sudden jolt in his heart.

Such powerful demon nature—just for a moment, it felt like encountering the Demon King of the Netherworld, green-faced with sharp fangs, a monstrous presence poised to devour him.

"Go now. Tomorrow morning, remember to visit the Grand Commissioner Institute to select one spell, one artifact, and one pill."

Song Lin headed outside.

Squeak!

The heavy vermilion doors closed automatically.

Inside the great hall, Jiuyou Taoist’s right face had mysteriously turned pitch-black—one side was a demon, the other human.

"Urgh!!" Jiuyou groaned softly, grabbing the dharma altar to steady himself.

Wisps of blue smoke danced on the altar, conjuring various demon forms that were soon absorbed into Jiuyou’s body. Only after a long while did he collect himself.

"Haha, Phoenix Platform Dragon Throwing..." Jiuyou mumbled to himself, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, though he masked it deeply.

It wasn’t time yet for any competition or alliances.

Everyone knew that the current Taoist leader, Fire Cloud, intended to retain his position. Any rash involvement in competition or alliance-building could result in death, leaving Jiuyou unwilling to act prematurely.

Too bad his cultivation was limited; otherwise, he would have joined the race himself.

"What a pity—without fortuitous encounters, my injuries may never heal," Jiuyou sighed.

He exhaled a plume of blue smoke, which transformed into a squad of Rampant Soldiers.

"Head to the cold pool at the rear mountain. Locate a cave and see if there are any remains. Monitor secretly for several days. If this person lied, throw him into the Heavenly Prison and rigorously interrogate about his fortunes."

"Yes!"

The Rampant Soldiers dissolved into a mist and vanished.

Jiuyou cared little for mere top-grade artifacts and divine skills—he was just cautious because there might be greater serendipities.

Song Lin kept a low profile, remaining at home. He devoted himself to cultivating with the Taiyin Bone Mirror or studying items acquired through exchange.

The rewards for being the leader were decent; Song Lin had chosen a Qiankun Cloth Bag capable of storing ten cubic meters, a manual on cultivating the Nine Yang Sword Talisman, and a bottle of Feather Transformation Pills.

He knew he was under observation, and so he let them watch.

For days, he remained secluded, focusing on research. Since the Tongshou Taoist was absent from the temple, he continued handling his duties at the dharma altar warehouse and planned to finalize things the next day.

Three days passed.

Finally, Song Lin noticed the watchers depart.

Inside a sealed chamber, with windows and doors shut tight.

All around were house protection charms purchased from the Ghost Market.

"It’s time to open a new world," Song Lin mused.

With the Taiyin Bone Mirror and a bottle of Feather Transformation Pills aiding him, he finally broke through to fetal breath late-stage, achieving eight years of Taoist Realm cultivation.

He hoped the new world would bring unprecedented opportunities.

Only by transitioning from disciple to Taoist could he attain further freedom.

Thinking this, Song Lin rolled up his sleeve and slashed his wrist deeply with a dagger.

Blood poured forth.

Crimson light emerged, forming an ancient tome: *Monster Chronicles.*

He flipped to the second page, which detailed information and gains from the Lao Mountain Taoist. The third page was Taiyin Refining.

Opening the fourth page revealed two characters in archaic script: "Moon Cultivation."

Song Lin reached out to touch them, and his vision blackened as he was overwhelmed by a sensation of spinning heaven and earth.

[Ride the flying immortals to roam freely, embrace the bright moon for eternity.]

[World]: Moon Cultivation

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Spiritual Illusion Realm, mortal world

[Time Flow Speed]: 1 to 365, 1 to 30.

[Arrival]: Reincarnation

[Category]: Western Kunlun Mythology, Taoist Mythology, Middle Ages Mythology.

[System]: Kunlun Queen Mother Divine System

[Karma Effect Cycle]: None

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