Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 40: Laurel Mother Tree, Moon Cultivator (Please Follow)

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Laurel Mother Tree, Moon Cultivator (Please Follow)

"The method of descent is reincarnation?" (Previously written as soul transfer in the last Chapter, now corrected.)

As he was about to enter the world, Song Lin’s mind raced.

This was the first time he’d encountered such a thing.

So the method of descent could involve not just the soul, but also this so-called reincarnation.

Furthermore, the Moon Cultivation World is divided into the Spirit-Illusion Realm and the Mortal World.

Song Lin sensed the notes at the bottom of the Monster Chronicles.

[Note: This world is divided into the Spirit-Illusion Realm and the Mortal World. The correspondence between real time and the Spirit-Illusion Realm is 1:30, and with the Mortal World is 1:365.]

In other words, one day in the real world equals one month in the Spirit-Illusion World and one year in the Mortal World.

A month in the Spirit-Illusion Realm equals a year in the Mortal World.

"Two realms... it seems the Taoist skills of this world won’t be simple."

Song Lin carefully analyzed the world further.

This world is called Moon Cultivation.

In tales of strange phenomena, there are countless stories about the moon.

Chang’e Flying to the Moon, Wu Gang Chopping the Laurel, the Heavenly Dog Devouring the Moon, the Toad and Jade Rabbit, and the Jade Axe Restoring the Moon.

As for those related to Moon Cultivation, only Wu Gang Chopping the Laurel and the Jade Axe Restoring the Moon seem relevant.

The latter seems more probable. The story of the Jade Axe Restoring the Moon tells of ancient people encountering a strange man in white robes.

The peculiar man told them that the moon is made up of the Seven Treasures and that eighty-two thousand Moon Repairers consistently work on its restoration.

The strange man claimed to be one of the Moon Repairers and then gifted the ancient people rice made from jade shavings before disappearing without a trace.

This must be the foundational background of this world.

"Kunlun myths, the Queen Mother of the West’s divine system." Song Lin continued to analyze the mythological framework.

South of the West Sea, beyond the Sands of Desolation, and past the Red Water, lies a great mountain named Kunlun Hill.

There is a deity with a leopard’s tail, a tiger’s fangs, a knack for roaring, disheveled hair, and an adornment of feathers. This deity is called the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother’s divine system evokes the impression of innate creatures and various divine and mutant beasts, all of whom are born with supernatural abilities without requiring extra cultivation.

As for supernatural powers and spells, they don’t differ much from those in other regions.

The most striking impression, naturally, is the Queen Mother of the West’s undying medicine.

From the ancient Hou Yi to Emperor Shun, to the Zhou Emperors, the King of Chu, and Emperor Wu of Han... all are deeply tied to the legend of the Queen Mother’s elixir of immortality.

At this thought, Song Lin grew even more expectant.

At that moment, the world transfer was complete.

Song Lin opened his eyes and was startled by the sight of two gigantic figures in the sky, letting out an uncontrollable cry. Yet the sound that came out was a loud wail.

"Waa waa!!"

Did I really reincarnate as a baby?

Song Lin was speechless. A baby, even a child, can’t do anything substantive.

Moreover, the time flow rate here isn’t much different from the real world.

Song Lin sensed his belongings but found nothing—he couldn’t summon the Qiankun Cloth Bag from the real world, nor did he possess any cultivation.

So this is reincarnation!

Song Lin finally understood.

Reincarnation doesn’t include any prior cultivation, and as for items, they might only become accessible after cultivation is regained.

He observed the parents of his current life.

Intricate features, skin white as snow radiating a crystalline glow, shimmering eyeshadow, a faint azure crescent moon imprinted on the center of their foreheads, and eyes emanating a radiant light—they were clearly not mortals.

Wait a minute! Why are they both men?

At this moment, the man on the right burst into hearty laughter. Holding Song Lin, he turned to the more richly dressed individual beside him.

"High Priest, look at this boy. His eyes are so spirited. Please, High Priest, grant him a name!"

"Name him Lin!"

Shortly after, Song Lin was placed into another cradle beside a dozen other infants similar to himself.

Only then did he notice a massive tree.

The tree stood tall, its entire trunk gleaming with the texture of yellow jade, its leaves resembling emeralds, shimmering with a moon-like glow.

"Laurel?"

The laurel tree bore crimson fruits, and Song Lin himself had been born from one of these fruits, as were the other infants around him.

After a long time listening, Song Lin finally heard something useful.

"You can reincarnate into the body of an abnormal being?" Song Lin marveled, finding the Monster Chronicles increasingly fascinating.

This place was called the Taixu Bright Mirror, and these people with crescent moons on their foreheads were called Moon Repairers or the Moon Cultivating Clan.

All Moon Cultivators were born atop this Mother Tree of All Things before his eyes.

The one presiding over the birthing ritual was called the High Priest, also known as the Great Witch.

Soon, all the infants were delivered.

The High Priest transferred the babies to a great hall, where witches ground fallen laurel leaves into powder, mixed it with clear water, and spoon-fed the mixture to the infants.

The clear water entered the mouth, bringing a burst of icy coolness.

"Such magnificent Taiyin Qi," Song Lin remarked to himself in shock, instinctively channeling the energy through a cultivation technique.

With such energy, his cultivation could potentially be recovered quickly.

However, his infant body was still far too fragile. Even with an abundance of energy, he had to rest. After guiding the energy for fewer than ten breaths, he had to stop.

Time passed, and half a month had gone by.

Song Lin summoned the Monster Chronicles and flipped to the section containing his own information.

The data had undergone a dramatic transformation.

Name: Song Lin

Species: Moon Cultivator

Cultivation Level: None

Taoist Realm: None

Divine Skills: None

"Let’s head back for now."

Based on what Song Lin had overheard, he would have to stay in this Nourishing Life Hall until he was three years old before being allowed out.

Converting this to real-time, that amounted to about thirty-six days.

First, he needed to attend to matters in the real world—this infant body was completely useless at the moment.

With that thought, Song Lin focused his thoughts.

...

The Real World.

Inside a dim, chilly meditation chamber in the Taoist Temple, a Taoist suddenly opened his eyes.

"Phew!!"

Song Lin took a deep breath, forcing himself to discard the discomfort of switching back and forth between bodies.

While entering the story world, his actual body remained in place, and adapting to the mental transition each time took some effort.

He stood up, placing the Taiyin Bone Mirror, green pearl, talisman papers, and other items into a palm-sized leather bag before stepping outside.

The sky was just dawning.

Song Lin headed toward the Yin Yang Altar.

Along the way, regardless of whether they were acquaintances or strangers, the young disciples greeted him one after another.

"Good day, Mr. Song!"

"Good morning, Taoist!"

"Mr. Song, do you remember me? I used to live next door to you..."

Song Lin nodded slightly, neither overly aloof nor overly approachable, and walked past without paying much attention to these sycophants.

In recent days, news of him becoming leader and defeating Li Xuan and Chi Yang had likely spread throughout the circle of Taoist disciples.

That was why they eagerly approached to curry favor.

But Song Lin’s ambitions extended far beyond mere disciples.

His sights were set on higher ranks—Taoists who could receive the Grand Commissioner Talisman or the more prestigious Alliance Power Talisman, and even True Persons with the Five Thunders Talisman, who held the authority to establish sects.

Only by reaching that level could he truly begin to control his own destiny.

In this world dominated by countless Taoist Schools, fleeing wasn’t a wise option.

The only viable path was to climb upward relentlessly, leveraging the rules to change his circumstances and even reshape the world itself.

After obtaining the Monster Chronicles, Song Lin’s ambitions had grown exponentially—becoming the leader of a mere circle of disciples was insignificant.

This calm and composed demeanor attracted surprise from those around him.

Soon, he arrived at the Yin Yang Altar.

He was met with Wude’s resentful gaze and the sight of a large bronze head. The bronze face, with its metallic features, contorted into a faint smile.

The Tongshou Taoist chuckled and said, "Well done, boy. You actually became the leader. I truly didn’t misjudge you!"