Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 87: Ziyuan Forces a Palace Coup, The Lord of Sichuan Leaves Shu (Request for Initial Subscription)

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Ziyuan Forces a Palace Coup, The Lord of Sichuan Leaves Shu (Request for Initial Subscription)

Real World.

Song Lin opened his eyes and placed the trunk of the cassia tree into his Qiankun Bag to prevent the loss of the moonlight’s power.

"Four years in the Altar Temple World, equivalent to eight days in the real world, and now less than twelve days remain until the succession ceremony," Song Lin thought to himself.

The last time the temple master announced the matter of succession, only Ziyuan and a few others refrained from offering their congratulations.

Taoist Ziyuan showed no sign of letting the matter rest; instead, he continued to focus on refining soldiers.

Anyone with eyes could sense the stench of conspiracy, yet the temple master remained silent.

In contrast, whispers emerged from Taixuan’s faction: Wu Ji, the warehouse steward, the Ghost Market steward, and the Mountain Patrol steward were all staunch supporters of Taixuan.

Now that Taixuan controlled both the Grand Commissioner Institute and the Capital Management Courtyard, such influence naturally drove the neutral factions to side with him.

A confrontation between the two men seemed inevitable.

Knock, knock, knock!

At that moment, someone knocked on the door from outside.

"My lord, Taoist Ziyuan has come to visit."

"Hmm?" Song Lin raised an eyebrow. Speak of the devil—Ziyuan had arrived just as he crossed Song Lin’s mind.

"I’ll go out now."

Song Lin made his way to the main hall.

There, Ling’er, the maid, was serving tea to Ziyuan.

Beside Ziyuan stood a golden-armored general, nearly ten feet tall, with crimson hair and a face smeared with war paint, exuding a menacing fierceness.

This was none other than the chief general of Ziyuan’s Rampant Soldiers, known as the Beidou Evil Ghost General.

"Your manor is quite impressive," Ziyuan remarked with a smile.

"You flatter me."

Ziyuan’s face was radiant, his complexion healthy, showing no trace of resentment despite his fall from favor. Instead, he radiated an air of unshakable confidence.

"You’ve done well at the Yin Yang Altar. Even I hadn’t anticipated your exceptional talents."

Just as he finished speaking, Ziyuan lowered his voice. "I need you to do something."

"Pray, speak, Taoist." Song Lin’s expression grew serious. As expected, it had come to this.

"Beneath the Yin Yang Altar lies the Gathering Yin Formation. Your Rampant Soldiers combined with those stationed at the altar should total fifteen hundred. I need you to dispatch your soldiers to destroy the formation beneath the altar."

When centuries of accumulated yin energy erupt, it will directly incite a riot of ghosts and Rampant Soldiers within the Taoist temple.

"I understand."

"And one more thing." Ziyuan drew a ghostly green pill from his sleeve. "This is a Xuanyou Pill. It contains the chilling ghost energy of the Netherworld. After consumption, if the antidote, the Flame Sun Pill, is not administered within one month, the ghost energy will devour your soul, leading to certain death."

"Taoist, what do you mean by this?"

"Swallow it. This matter is of great consequence, and I have no choice. Once the task succeeds, I will reward you with the position of Estate Steward."

As Ziyuan spoke, he studied Song Lin’s expression. If Song Lin showed any inkling of resistance, he would strike immediately.

"Understood." Song Lin swallowed the pill without hesitation, his demeanor forthright, which made Ziyuan feel he might have been overly cautious.

"Not bad."

Ziyuan laid out his plans: the Mountain Patrol steward would create a gap in the patrol schedule, Song Lin would trigger an explosion to draw a significant force to suppress the riot, and Ziyuan would then lead his army to storm the temple master’s place of seclusion and mount a coup.

"No need to wait for the succession ceremony. Let’s act in ten days."

"Understood." Song Lin showed no reaction outwardly but sneered inwardly.

This man was ruthless enough to poison him. Yet Ziyuan had no idea that Song Lin could still enter the story world, where breaking down the effects of a mere pill was child’s play.

If he has no virtue, I shall show no loyalty!

Clearly, this man sought to use him as cannon fodder.

Soon, Taoist Ziyuan departed.

Song Lin immediately entered the story world.

Temple Emperor World, Jinn City Main Temple.

Amid the yin soil above the inverted divine statue.

Song Lin materialized a solid body.

The higher his level, the more lifelike his body became.

"Xi Fang, clear away any unrelated individuals." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Song Lin commanded.

"Wait, summon Erlang God to me as well."

Xi Fang retreated.

Swirling through the mist, Erlang God’s figure appeared before Song Lin.

"Greetings, Altar Master." Erlang God knelt on one knee.

Since witnessing Song Lin’s hundred-thousand-strong heroic army, Erlang God had been utterly convinced.

He had never imagined anyone capable of conquering the world in such a manner.

If quality fell short, then quantity would suffice.

The more savage the battlefield became, the more ghostly materials they refined from Rampant Soldiers, turning battles into a source of endless reinforcement rather than depletion.

Song Lin summoned a Jade Seal.

The seal was not large—about the size of a palm. One corner was chipped, hastily patched with gold.

Engraved on the bottom were the characters: "Mandate from Heaven, Eternal Prosperity." The top bore an inscription: "Donghua Great God, Temple Emperor."

Holding the seal in his hands, Song Lin felt its heavy weight and could faintly see the black energy swirling within.

"This is the Temple Emperor Seal. Inside are a million heroic soldiers. Take this with Chen Yixin and the others to launch the final assault. Avoid direct confrontations; instead, encroach upon their territories step by step to force their realm to collapse."

As Donghua Great God’s top general, second only to himself in the Netherworld School Rank, Song Lin had great faith in Erlang God.

Entering Sichuan is difficult; leaving Sichuan, even harder.

With Erlang God as the Lord of Sichuan and the help of the grass-roots gods, departure should be no issue.

This time, the strategy was simple: mobilize all of Donghua Sect’s temple priests to devote themselves to serving the Sichuan Lord, making Erlang God their primary deity. The faith of Southern Jingzhou would thus be ceded to him.

Securing Jing State would mean a population surpassing ten million, thereby elevating Erlang God to a Capital Position.

A Capital Position to confront Sishan Emperor of the same rank, coupled with the hundred-thousand-strong Rampant Soldiers amassed over the years, should guarantee a decisive victory.

After Erlang God departed, other unrelated figures followed the army to the battlefield.

Underneath the laurel tree.

Song Lin retrieved the Taiyin Bone Mirror and hung it on a tree branch. The mirror quickly revealed a black dot within his Dantian, approximately the size of a thumb and brimming with yin energy, deeply concealed.

Without the Taiyin Bone Mirror’s ability to see through bones and detect various essences and qi, this object might have gone unnoticed.

This was the Xuanyou Pill residing in his body. Over time, the yin energy within it grew, like a balloon on the verge of bursting.

Given his current strength, such ghost energy posed no threat to him—though his body in the real world wouldn’t fare so well.

The immediate priority was determining a method to neutralize the pill, so he could turn on Ziyuan at will.

Elsewhere, Erlang God and Chen Yixin led their forces to assault Jing State.

Their armies clashed violently at Jiangling.

Mortal iron cavalry, Rampant Soldiers of the Netherworld, civilian water armies, grass-roots gods, the Water Snake Army, and countless ghost soldiers and mountain-dwellers fought endlessly.

This was a battle between gods and men.

From the Yin Bureau to the imperial court, from land to water.

The battlefield forged by blades, spells, and incantations churned like a meat grinder, mercilessly consuming lives.

Beneath the walls of Jiangling City.

Chen Yixin and his two brothers rode out and called to the defenders atop the walls.

"Children of Jiangdong, dare you come out and fight?"

"Why wouldn’t we dare!"

The heavy city gates creaked open.

Three generals, wielding long sabers, galloped forth on horseback.

"Eldest brother, let me go first!"

"Together!"

Over forty years old, Chen Yixin sported a long beard. Years of high office had made him more composed and steady.

"Charge!"

The two forces collided as they passed each other.

The heads of the three enemy generals were severed in an instant.

"Hahaha, elder brother, your blade remains sharp!"

The three brothers exchanged smiles.

Though now ruler and vassals, their bond remained as strong as ever, their teamwork seamless.

Jiangling City fell.

The temple priests and soldiers flooded the city, extinguishing the remaining opposition forces.

The battle among mortals concluded, but the fight among gods raged on.

In the skies above, Erlang God charged ahead of his troops, straight into the enemy’s formation.

"The Lord of Sichuan is here! Surrender at once!"

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