Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 53: Ghost Body Shows Power, Thoughts of the Han Emperor (Please Follow)

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Ghost Body Shows Power, Thoughts of the Han Emperor (Please Follow)

The moonlight carried a wooden raft as it descended from the heavens.

A man stood atop the raft—he was none other than Song Lin.

"Greetings, Taixu Immortal!"

Ju Wuba led the bowing, while the other Taoists put down their work to pay their respects.

These were the core disciples of the Door of Wonders, numbering sixty-five in total, each possessing Small Circulation cultivation.

Ju Wuba and Zhang Fuheng had comparable strength, both merely a half-step away from achieving Grand Circulation.

"Brief me on the current situation."

Song Lin hadn’t concerned himself with mortal affairs for decades.

"Currently, the headquarters of the Door of Wonders has sixty-five cultivators at the level of Small Circulation, while externally there are eighty-three Small Circulation cultivators and seven hundred thirty-five disciples at the Inspiration Realm, scattered across various states. Most are local scholar-elites and influencers."

The Eastern Han era was engulfed by a fervent interest in metaphysical philosophy, and the outer development of the Door of Wonders had rapidly expanded.

Their presence now spanned the entire Han land.

"How many are in the Tiger Leopard Army?" Ju Wuba had once raised tigers and leopards under Wang Mang’s orders, and Song Lin had allowed him to continue his craft.

"One thousand ferocious tigers, three thousand hunting leopards, and one thousand giant elephants, all nurtured on Xuanwu Mountain," Ju Wuba replied with a proud expression, as if presenting a treasure.

"Good. Tell me about the Five Ridges Barbarians."

"The Five Ridges Barbarians are Southern Barbarians residing in Wuling County (today’s Xiangxi and Western Hubei region). The Five Ridges refer to the water domains near Jiang Han. These people excel in Water Techniques. During the first campaign, the Han Army was submerged while crossing the waters; General Fu Bo fell victim to an assassination."

"Upon further investigation, the mastermind behind the Five Ridges Barbarians was found to be Wud Yun."

Ju Wuba spoke while producing the Emperor’s secret decree. Since it was meant for the immortal’s eyes only, it hadn’t been opened.

Song Lin unfolded the Imperial Decree, revealing the command of Liu Zhuang, the second Emperor of the Eastern Han:

"Wuling is a critical territory; it must not be lost. I hereby order you all to dispatch Abnormal Soldiers for pacification and to devote yourself fully to the cause for complete success. This is my command!"

Reading the authoritative tone, Song Lin furrowed his brows.

"Does he see me as his subject? What kind of education did Liu Xiu give his son?"

Even Yingl Ji and Yingl Zheng dared not speak to him like this; what kind of figure was Liu Zhuang?

Upon seeing the decree’s content, Ju Wuba erupted with rage:

"Perhaps the younger generation failed to witness the immortal’s true majesty, and thus acted negligently. Let me write to Yin Lihua to ensure they are properly disciplined."

Yin Lihua was the second Mountain Master of Pure Moon Mountain, succeeding Luan Xiu, who had passed away years prior.

"No need."

Song Lin’s gaze flickered.

He wasn’t angry over this slight.

It seemed he had fallen into a pattern of thought, believing that those who receive grace must repay it.

Grace could easily turn into resentment.

Especially emperors—self-centered beings—who wouldn’t adhere to their ancestors’ promises, nor fear someone simply because of their power, but would instead seek ways to diminish it.

Back in Qin Country, his prestige had been carefully cultivated for generations by the Ghost Valley strategists, convincing Qin that without Ghost Valley’s faction, they couldn’t dominate. Thus, they had deferred to him with utmost reverence.

"Let it go. I’ll give them one more chance."

The Han people already led tough lives, while the barbarians on the border watched intently. If internal strife erupted now, the land would plunge into chaos, leaving countless lives devastated.

A minor act of disrespect could be forgiven with a smile; if there were further tricks down the line, punishment could come later.

Noticing Song Lin’s contemplative expression, Zhang Fuheng suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with melancholy, "Sir Ancestor, why don’t we build our own mortal forces? That way, we won’t need to rely on the court."

"Who are you?" Song Lin’s eyes gleamed.

"Reporting to Sir Ancestor, I am your eldest disciple, Zhang Fuheng."

"Oh?" Song Lin scrutinized the young man briefly, "You seek to enter the mortal realm?"

Zhang Fuheng mustered his courage, "Yes."

"Fine. Descend the mountain now. I grant you the authority to establish your own sect. Be warned: do not reveal any connection to me or the Door of Wonders."

"Thank you, Sir Ancestor."

With that, Song Lin passed on the technique for purifying True Qi and immediately sent Zhang Fuheng off. Ju Wuba was about to plead on Zhang’s behalf but was stopped by Song Lin.

"Each person has their own fate; why meddle unnecessarily?"

Watching the figure leave, Song Lin felt a deep sense of anticipation.

Returning to other matters, Song Lin asked again, "Are you confident in dealing with the Five Ridges Barbarians?"

"Of course! With my Tiger Leopard Army, we shall annihilate them!" Ju Wuba replied confidently.

"Good, let’s set off!"

The sixty-five cultivators of the Door of Wonders all mobilized.

Ju Wuba hefted his Primordial Hammer, leading the tiger and leopard forces across mountains and rivers.

Meanwhile, mortal influencers and cultivators assembled an army of ten thousand, carrying provisions as they marched toward Wuling County.

One month later.

The Southern Barbarians collided with the ten-thousand-strong army.

However, as they tried to summon ghosts and gods to assassinate once more, the efforts were thwarted by the cultivators of the Door of Wonders.

The Tiger Leopard Army, undeterred by the floodwaters, scattered the barbarian forces.

Leading the charge, Ju Wuba was akin to a mortal incarnation of death. His ten-foot-tall frame, paired with a massive hammer weighing thousands of pounds, reduced anything that even grazed him to shattered remains.

Under the leadership of the Tiger Leopard Army, it took less than three days to reach the enemy’s base near Dongting Lake.

"Kill!!"

Bang!

Ju Wuba descended from the heavens, landing beside a barbarian warrior riding an Iron-eating Beast. He shattered the warrior’s skull with a single palm strike before tearing the Iron-eating Beast in two, bathing himself in fresh blood.

"Men, forward!!"

Ju Wuba roared, leading the charge of thousands of tigers, leopards, elephants, and ten thousand elite Han soldiers.

Among them were dozens of cultivators battling fierce red light and evil ghosts.

Suddenly, the weather shifted ominously—clouds rolled darkly.

Dongting Lake surged, raising hundred-foot waves aimed at the army.

"Haha, Wud Yun, old ghost—your opponent is me!!"

Under countless eyes, the immortal descended upon moonlight.

Below, atop the surging waters, a sinister figure formed from clouds.

"You again, Moon Cultivator? From before, when you ambushed me—do you really think you’ve mastered me? I can kill you without even using the Ruyi!" Taoist Wud Yun sneered.

He had battled the Moon Cultivator for countless years and understood their powers thoroughly.

Suddenly, the waves surged toward Song Lin, concealing Vajra Swords and savage evil ghosts.

The evil ghosts took shape from water as they perched atop the wave crests, numbering in the hundreds.

"Hmm?"

Out for blood?

Boom!

True Qi surged as jade-like skin turned into obsidian patterns, a horn emerged from his forehead, and black hair burned crimson.

Demonic Qi overflowed, heralding the arrival of a Demon King.

"Ah!!"

The evil ghosts let out horrified screams, vanishing as the Vajra Swords struck empty air. Song Lin disappeared entirely.

"What!?" Wud Yun gasped in shock.

Could this still be the Moon Immortal’s Moon Cultivator?

Suddenly, Song Lin reappeared below.

A single fist smashed forth!

Boom!

Wud Yun’s form dissipated, reduced to clouds.

Dozens of black light pillars converged into a barrier, sealing the space—this was the Taiyin Soul-falling Barrier.

Wud Yun reformed his body, preparing to counterattack.

But Song Lin closed the distance with untraceable speed.

Bam!

Black Dragon True Qi corrupted by Ghost Power and two streaks of Demon Fire struck simultaneously.

The True Qi slammed into Wud Yun’s chest—ghostly power clung relentlessly, while Demon Fire spread rapidly across his body.

"Ahhh!!"

Wud Yun screamed in agony, crashing against the barriers as they shrank!

"Release me!"

"I’ll fight you to the death!"

"I’ve made a mistake!"

"Haha, do you think killing me will resolve your problem? We are everywhere!"

From cursing to begging, Wud Yun finally uttered his threats before disappearing into smoke.

His cloudy body fell away, leaving behind the Vajra Sword and a Jade Ruyi.

Song Lin performed a suspended grasp, retrieving the Exotic Treasure Jade Ruyi.

The Karma of the Monster Chronicles instantly rose to ten percent.

The entire battle took less than thirty minutes.

Although he had reached the stage of purifying True Qi, making him equal to these Primordial Realm cultivators...

...the added power of the Evil Ghost Glazed Body utterly swept through the enemies.

Yet unexpectedly, Wud Yun lacked a physical body.

Song Lin noticed the silent scene below.

Everyone stared at him, mouths agape, watching this figure resembling a Ghost King beneath the moonlight.

Just as Song Lin worried his image might be ruined, the crowd burst into even more fervent cheers.

"Taixu Immortal!!"

"Glory to the Taixu God!"

Some disregarded the muddy ground to kneel and worship him, their faith growing increasingly devout.

"Ah, so that’s it."

Song Lin paused briefly before understanding.

In the era of the Kunlun Mythos, faith remained in a primitive state, where people revered and feared divine beings.

If one didn’t possess a form with three heads and six arms or a dragon-headed human body, claiming to be a god would invite ridicule.

Thus, his current appearance resonated with the populace far more deeply than his prior image as the Moon Immortal.

The news of the Five Ridges Barbarians’ defeat quickly spread.

The people praised the Emperor’s sagacious leadership.

When Liu Zhuang received the news, however, he wasn’t pleased—he was deeply troubled.

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