Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 47 Huainan Elder Huang, the Demon Star Wang Mang

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Huainan Elder Huang, the Demon Star Wang Mang

Two days later.

In the secret chamber, Song Lin inhaled and exhaled True Qi.

The faint radiance of moonlight energy shrouded his entire body. The Yin nature of the Peace True Energy caused the room to become extremely cold, and a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

Such phenomena occur when True Qi overflows after reaching its limit.

Boom!

At this moment, an explosive sound came from within his body, deep and muffled, like thunder, yet also like the roar of dragons and the howl of tigers.

The boundless True Qi, as powerful as rushing rivers, broke through the governor and conception vessels, spreading through his limbs and bones.

At this moment, Song Lin stepped into the Qi Refinement Realm.

He opened his eyes, which burst forth with dazzling moonlight, illuminating the entire chamber.

The red dragon in the Dan Zhong Acupoint, as thick as an arm, churned restlessly within the acupoint.

Song Lin stood up, gently extending his hands. A pillar of water appeared on his left, and a pillar of fire appeared on his right, followed by a sword talisman floating into his grasp.

With a flick of his finger along the edge of the blade, the sword gleamed golden, its power clearly enhanced to some degree.

Taking advantage of his breakthrough, he also comprehended the Water Transformation Technique, Fire Transformation Technique, and the Heavenly Lady City Breaking Skill.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Qi Refinement Realm

Taoist Realm: Twenty Years

Divine Skills: Lao Mountain Five Skills, Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong, Taiyin Secret Technique, Fire Transformation Technique, Water Transformation Technique, Simple Yellow and White Skill, Heavenly Lady City Breaking Skill

Items: Qiankun Cloth Bag, Nine Yang Sword Talisman, Miasma Green Pearl, Taiyin Bone Mirror, Xuanhuang Talisman

His Taoist Realm directly increased to twenty years.

"It’s done." Song Lin let out a sigh of relief, though he did not feel particularly joyful, as this breakthrough was already within his expectations.

From the Taiyin Refining World to the Moon Cultivation World,

he had broken through twice before in total.

This was now the third time.

"Let’s keep a low profile for now and continue to conceal it for a while longer," Song Lin thought to himself.

This ascension was far too rapid.

Shi Yinhua, Wang Ziyue, and Chi Yin were still striving for their breakthroughs. It wouldn’t be too late to reveal himself once all of them achieved Qi Refinement as well.

As part of the second echelon, he shouldn’t stand out too much.

Song Lin contemplated the immense energy within him and the circulation route of the Grand Circulation.

After reaching this realm, one must begin considering harnessing the power of the natural world to refine True Qi.

Only by imbuing True Qi with these attributes would combat power be truly enhanced.

True Qi is divided into nine grades, with Grade One being the best. Master Jiuyou’s Taiyin Nine Nether True Energy was precisely Grade One True Qi.

Taoist temples also possessed the most common Taiyin True Qi Refining Method.

Refined Taiyin True Qi achieved Grade Six—mediocre and middle-tier. To advance further, one must seek fortuitous encounters in the outer world.

Of course, opportunities within story worlds weren’t impossible either.

Song Lin lingered for a while longer, stabilizing his breath, and used the Turtle Breath Technique to conceal the leaking True Qi.

Only then did he step outside.

The Capital Institute.

The elderly Taoist sat idly, looking bored. Song Lin approached him.

"What do you want?" The old Taoist glanced at him.

"I want to exchange for the Yin Soul Paper Folding Skill."

The Yin Soul Paper Folding Skill was a unique spell of Xuanke Temple, used to reanimate paper figures. Their physical capabilities were on par with an average robust man, though they naturally couldn’t compare to the elusive Rampant Soldiers.

They were usually employed for menial labor, and paper figures frequently transported items back and forth around Taoist temples.

"Five Taoist Merits."

The old Taoist didn’t even lift his head. He took out a jade talisman, inquired about Song Lin’s name, and after a glance at his face, engraved the talisman with runes.

"Here’s some advice for you: don’t pass this spell on without permission, or you’ll end up mining at Yin Mountain."

Every spell sold by the Capital Institute carried unique phrases and restrictions embedded within it, which were one-of-a-kind and did not interfere with regular cultivation.

If the spell began circulating or someone within the Taoist temple was found teaching it privately, it would be immediately discovered.

After exchanging for the spell and buying some chrysanthemum paper, Song Lin was penniless once again.

Holding the Yin Soul Paper Folding Skill, he returned to his secret chamber, preparing to enter the Moon Cultivation World.

He didn’t immediately begin cultivation, having long developed the habit of trial and error within a story world first.

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Moon Cultivation World, eight years passed.

Three days here equated to three months under the Taixu Bright Mirror’s effects, and three years in the mortal world.

Song Lin hid within the sunken crater of the Bright Mirror, not far from which Rampant Soldiers were digging a large pit, burying the roots of a laurel tree at the bottom.

The construction of the Longevity Palace was nearly complete.

Seeing Song Lin’s arrival, the Rampant Soldiers immediately knelt down.

"Greetings, Dharma Master."

"Mm, rise. In a moment, I’ll have you take some people along."

Song Lin returned to the Longevity Palace and retrieved green paper from the Qiankun Cloth Bag.

This was chrysanthemum paper, made by burying chrysanthemums in extremely Yin lands, saturated with abundant Yin energy. It could animate paper figures for up to a year.

Song Lin used scissors to cut out paper figure shapes, applied cinnabar to draw talismans, and painted patterns with various colored inks.

After over a dozen failed attempts,

he finally succeeded as a wisp of green smoke arose. A paper figure dressed in a green burial robe, with a pale complexion and rouge-painted cheeks, stood beside Song Lin.

Over the next three days, Song Lin created a total of thirty paper figures. Any more, and his brow would begin to ache faintly, likely due to his inexperience with the spell.

Leaving behind the paper figures and arranging matters, Song Lin descended to the mortal world aboard the Moon-piercing Raft.

This venture to the mortal world had two objectives: first, to uncover who had slain Moon Cultivators; second, to sever his karma with this realm—by collecting the Thirteen Strange Treasures.

Huainan Shouchun County.

At the foot of a mountain stood a luxurious estate, surrounded by strongholds, city walls, and tens of thousands of fertile fields, along with hundreds of robust private soldiers. It was clearly the residence of a great aristocratic family.

This was the estate of Liu Chong, a royal relative of the Han Dynasty.

Halfway up the mountain, near a cold spring, stood a dozen thatched huts from which wafted curling wisps of cyan smoke.

An elderly man with a head of white hair guarded a pill furnace, his face dust-covered, his eyes fixed intently on the furnace.

If Song Lin had been present, he would have recognized this as the elder who had once led questioning.

This man was none other than Liu Chong, a descendant of the King of Huainan, and a distinguished member of the Yellow Elder Dao tradition.

Fifteen years earlier, after receiving teachings from the Taixu Immortal, he led his family away from the chaos of war to practice alchemy with fellow Taoists.

Bang!

Just then, a strange fragrance wafted from the pill furnace.

"It’s done!" Liu Chong exclaimed joyfully.

Nearby, people emerged from the thatched huts to gather and watch.

He opened the lid to reveal a single yellow pill within.

This was an alchemical pill refined from lead, mercury, and saltpetre.

"It really succeeded!"

"Haha, the Immortal did not deceive me!"

Without hesitation, Liu Chong swallowed the pill in one gulp.

As the pill melted in his mouth, Liu Chong’s face took on a pale-silver sheen, and he began to lose consciousness.

"Quick, bring ginseng soup!"

The crowd scrambled in panic, only managing to revive Liu Chong after much effort.

"It does work, but the toxicity is too strong. Only by taking it with ginseng soup can the poison be mitigated."

Still, it was a promising first step.

"The first step is always the hardest..." Liu Chong said with a smile.

"The timing of the fire is still off. It must be precise, blending both force and delicacy, to eliminate the toxicity."

A man’s voice echoed from outside.

Who could be so arrogant?

The crowd turned toward the direction of the voice and immediately dropped to their knees.

"Greetings to the Taixu Immortal!"

It turned out to be Song Lin, whom they had met fifteen years prior.

"Rise." Song Lin glanced around and couldn’t help but admire their dedication to research.

If they were taught the Simple Yellow and White Skill, perhaps they could innovate and create even more advanced alchemical techniques.

But before that, the truth behind the rampant demons in the world needed to be uncovered.

Upon hearing this, Liu Chong scowled and said angrily:

"It must be Wang Mang. Years ago, a Stargazer predicted that Wang Mang was a demon star descending into the world, bringing chaos to the realm and unleashing demons. Now, everywhere there are rebels and demons—it’s all Wang Mang going against the heavens."

"Immortal, I have proof. Before Wang Mang usurped the throne, demons rampaged through the Liu Imperial Palace, killing many princes and concubines. But after the usurpation, the demons inexplicably vanished."

The old man revealed his empty sleeve, the stump of his arm bearing tooth-mark scars—he was one of the alchemists who had escaped from the palace.

"Wang Mang..." Upon hearing this, Song Lin began to believe it.

Chaos bred monsters, and Wang Mang’s actions truly resembled those of a mad emperor bent on causing disorder.

Aside from copying the rituals from the Zhou Rites, he made nonsensical name changes, overhauled the government and military systems, and implemented perplexing currency reforms multiple times.

"What’s the current situation?"

Liu Chong gave a bitter smile and shook his head:

"Not ideal. Wang Mang has gathered an army of 400,000 to annihilate the Green Forest Army, which numbers fewer than 20,000 at Kunyang. Once the Green Forest Army is destroyed, the empire will be all but stabilized."

Could it be that the heavens truly sought to end the Liu dynasty?

As soon as those words fell, Song Lin boarded the Moon-piercing Raft and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing was believing, and if Wang Mang was indeed connected to these lunar demons, Song Lin would not hesitate to behead the villain to bring solace to the Great Witch in the heavens.

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