Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 58: Earth Dragon Manor, The Rising Corpse of the 9 Gloomy Long Nights!

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Earth Dragon Manor, The Rising Corpse of the 9 Gloomy Long Nights!

The blood pool churned, the murderous aura shot skyward.

The Dog-headed Taoist was resurrected, opening his scarlet eyes. He stood nine feet tall, his teeth sharp and menacing.

After days of effort, the Dog-headed Taoist was finally completed.

"Greetings to the Dharma Master!"

The Dog-headed Taoist looked at Ziyuan and knelt on one knee.

"Not bad." Ziyuan nodded in satisfaction.

The Dog-headed Taoist could traverse Yin and Yang, use the earth tunneling technique, swallow fire, enter water, and summon wind.

His strength was equivalent to a Taoist who had just started Qi Refinement, and most importantly, he wasn’t too costly to create.

The Dog-headed Taoist stood bare-chested, his muscles knotted and his physique abnormally robust.

"Hmm?" Ziyuan’s expression suddenly shifted as he quickly grabbed the Dog-headed Taoist’s palm.

There, on the palm, was a thin black line.

The black line wriggled slowly, inching its way up the arm.

"Song Lin, do you know what this is?"

"What is it?"

"Once the black line reaches the heart, the Dog-headed Taoist will pretty much meet his end—he’s got about three months left."

Ziyuan Taoist sighed deeply: "I’ve cultivated for two hundred years, creating Ear-Reporting Children, Willow Tree Ghosts, and Locust Tree Ghosts for the Taoist Temple, but this is the most challenging Taoist Soldier I’ve ever encountered."

The world of the Taoist School is one of progress, not clinging stubbornly to outdated techniques and treasuring the old Taoist Skills of predecessors as sacred relics.

Nearly every Taoist Temple has elder Taoists deeply versed in Taoist Skills who can refine and improve upon them.

"A short lifespan?" Song Lin remarked. "In that case, it’s not very cost-effective—it still needs improvement."

"Creating a Dog-headed Taoist costs 200 Taoist Merits, and if it can only live for three months, the cost is unreasonably high. This is a fatal flaw, possibly because the current climate is vastly different from ancient times."

Ziyuan handed his notes to Song Lin.

"Take them back and review them. Let me know your thoughts, but don’t leak them."

Suddenly, Ziyuan remembered something and handed over a casket: "This is the land deed to the farm at the foot of the mountain."

"Thank you, Taoist." Song Lin accepted it, then flew to the estate at the foot of the mountain outside the city.

As he watched Song Lin’s departing figure, Taoist Ziyuan chuckled.

This was a test. If the method of crafting Dog-headed Taoists were to spread, he’d have no choice but to kill the man.

Even his earlier remarks about the temple master were deliberate, testing whether this man was one of those brainwashed by the Taoist Temple into blind stupidity.

Song Lin flew over the estate, and down below, the tenants were unsurprised by the scene overhead.

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Song Lin arrived at the mansion. Its scale was decent—still a courtyard-style residence, with a total of five sections, and completely uninhabited inside.

Opening the large door, he found a smaller courtyard beyond it. Passing through corridors within corridors, he arrived at the living quarters.

As it was a residence for Taoists, it was typically outfitted with a meditation room, an alchemy room, an artifact refining room, and a storage room for medicinal herbs.

The back door opened to a large open area at the mountain’s foot, suitable for practicing spells.

Song Lin was very pleased with what he saw—it was spacious and quiet enough.

Knock, knock!

"Is Taoist Song Lin here?"

An old man was calling loudly at the door.

Swoosh!

Song Lin’s figure suddenly appeared before the old man, startling him.

"And you are?"

"I am Uncle Liu, a servant of the Public Affairs Hall and the steward of Earth Dragon Manor. I’ve come to report the situation to you."

Uncle Liu was holding an account book.

Earth Dragon Manor had a total of 2,000 mu of irrigated farmland and 50 mu of spirit fields. Spirit fields were exclusively managed by Taoists; ordinary people had no authority over them.

Ordinary fields were generally overseen by servants appointed by the Public Affairs Hall as stewards.

Half the yield was handed over to Taoists, three-tenths to the Taoist Temple, and the remaining two-tenths were left for the tenants.

Though it seemed like a small share, many competed fiercely to become tenants of the Taoist Temple.

Ordinary farmland yielded about 200 catties of grain per mu.

Taoist Temples employed special Taoists to produce fertilizers, achieving yields of over 1,000 catties per mu.

They were drought- and flood-resistant, safe from locust plagues—farmland this hassle-free was highly sought after.

"Understood," Song Lin waved his hand, and Uncle Liu withdrew.

These were all retired servants of Taoist Temples. Being assigned to farmlands in their later years was considered a favorable end.

Returning to the secret chamber.

Song Lin took out the method for crafting Dog-headed Taoists, a technique named the "Nine Nether Long Night Corpse Raising Chapter."

Over a hundred initial methods could be ignored; the final method created Taoist Soldiers that lived for only three months.

"If combined with the Taiyin Refining Technique, wouldn’t it solve the lifespan issue?"

From the beginning, this thought lingered in Song Lin’s mind.

The difference between Taoist Soldiers and Rampant Soldiers is that Taoist Soldiers are living entities—they can exist indefinitely without consuming True Qi while alive.

With this realization, Song Lin closed his eyes and returned to the Moon Cultivation World.

He had been away for nearly a month.

The current year was the sixteenth year of Taixu Bright Mirror.

The time flow ratio here was thirty to one: twelve days outside equaled a year here, and twelve years in the Mortal World.

Taixu Bright Mirror, Cassia Forest.

A moonmark appeared on Song Lin’s brow, and moonlight spiraled around him like an elf.

A transparent glazed material formed over his body.

Through the Bone-shining Mirror, his True Qi had completely transformed into the color of Sheep Fat White Jade, emitting a faint luminosity.

After a long while, he withdrew from cultivation.

The crimson vermillion talismans formed the Monster Chronicles, suspended in the void.

Flipping through several pages.

Name: Song Lin

Type: Moon Cultivator

Realm: Primordial Stage (Qi Refinement Progress: Four-fifths)

Taoist Realm: One hundred eighty years

Divine Skills: Taiyin Golden Pupil, Taiyin Soul-falling Barrier, Taiyin Netherworld Evil Ghost Glaze Body... "Peace Xuanke Refining True Qi Technique," "Refining Soul Technique"

Items: Xuanhuang Talisman, Jade Ruyi, Vajra Sword, Poison Dragon Eye, Moon Chariot, Queen Mother White Ring, Silkworm Hook...

Five exotic treasures, four-fifths progress.

Without exaggeration, Song Lin was absolutely one of the strongest cultivators of the current era.

Perhaps the only one who could compare was the mysterious Wizard Leader.

Not far away, 120 Rampant Soldiers were fervently refining Moon Bricks.

Song Lin glanced over and then descended to the Mortal World.

The Great Desert.

A group of cavalry, small whips tied to their waists, red-faced with small eyes, clad in sheepskin vests, blew whistles as they rode into a Han village.

The village erupted in flames as Xiongnu cavalry looted and slaughtered, treating the Han people like livestock, slaughtering them indiscriminately.

"Return to camp!!"

The centurion at the lead shouted.

He sat on horseback, looping a rope around the villagers’ necks, galloping forward, dragging bodies across the ground.

These corpses would later be used as sacrifices to the Heavenly God.

Using such brutal means to murder, the cavalry felt no guilt.

To them, Han people were no different from two-legged sheep—both docile, and when needed, served as food.

At that moment, a squad of Han Cavalry charged towards them from afar.

"Not good! It’s the Han Dogs!"

Seeing the flags within the crowd, the centurion’s face turned ashen.

It bore the insignia of the Han General Dou Xian.

To the Xiongnu, this man was a living nightmare.

Soon, the army overwhelmed the Xiongnu cavalry.

Dozens of prisoners were captured.

"Haha, leave them alive—send them all to the mountain."

Laughing atop a Western Region exotic horse was a middle-aged Han man—this was Dou Xian, a loyal pawn of the Door of Wonders who controlled the court.

Dou Xian patted the shoulder of a neighboring bodyguard. "It’s up to you—escort them to the mountain."

The bodyguard trembled, his face pale, as though there was a demon lurking on the mountain.

On the mountain.

The bodyguard and his men escorted dozens of Xiongnu prisoners up the slope.

Though it was broad daylight, darkness blanketed the landscape like night.

The air was dense with shadowy mist and reeked of blood.

Deep within the forest stood a modest straw hut.

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