Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 97 Gumo Country, Ying Zheng news!

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 Gumo Country, Ying Zheng news!

The Gumo Country has a population of twenty thousand, not even as many as the soldiers of Qiuci.

On the vast expanse of the Gobi Desert, yellow sands rolled as thousands of elite soldiers marched toward Gumo Country.

Song Lin and Ann Qi rode on horseback, situated in the central army.

"How have you lived so long?"

Song Lin voiced his doubts.

Ann Qi didn’t seem particularly strong, only at the level of Qi Refining Great Success. The Qi Refinement Realm could usually extend life to a maximum of two hundred years, yet he had already survived seven to eight hundred years.

"I comprehended the essence of Guang Chengzi’s Qi Gong, cultivating solely the breath within my chest. I use Qi to refine the body and nourish the spirit. Also, after traveling widely for years, I consumed many Exotic Treasures, so I’ve managed to live to this day."

Ann Qi took out a Cultivation Technique from his embrace—it was the secret method of Guang Chengzi’s Beidou Red Dragon Qi Gong, annotated heavily.

It detailed how to increase Dan Zhong Qi, various usages of True Qi, how to shatter techniques using Qi, and so forth.

"Indeed. If you want to further progress later, you could unite Qi and spirit, absorb the ubiquitous Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, and even guide Star Power."

The path of the Qi Cultivator was overly dependent on environment, thriving in the resource-abundant Pre-Qin period for a brief time before being gradually replaced by other techniques.

These cultivation methods were more resource-efficient and sophisticated, one measure of effort yielding ten effects, while allowing for dual cultivation of the inner and outer self. That’s why the Pre-Qin Qi Refining Method wasn’t lost but actively discarded.

If the older a cultivation method is, the better, then what’s the point of future generations researching? They may as well turn into Tomb Raider Captains and excavate ancient tombs instead.

Gumo Country was a small town.

The locals there mostly treated their cities as nations.

"Who goes there? This is Gumo! Strangers, leave quickly!"

The guard commander on the city wall blustered with feigned courage.

"Attack!"

In no time, the army arrived at the city gates. Words were unnecessary as Rampant Soldiers led by Erlang God and the Seven Monsters began their siege.

The fierce eagles of Erlang’s infantry, the Evil Qi of Water Snake Soldiers, and Rampant Soldiers descending from the skies made the mortal city as fragile as a piece of paper.

Boom!

The city gate broke open, as Qiuci’s army stormed into the city, taking down the generals and even capturing the King who came to oversee the battle.

"Where is the Buddha statue you’ve been hiding?" Bai Zheluo asked.

The King of Gumo Country was an old man with a goatee.

The old man had just opened his mouth to speak when his complexion suddenly flushed red. He clutched his throat, and his figure began to balloon in size.

"Scatter!"

Song Lin furrowed his brows and stepped forward, striking with a palm of thunder and lightning.

Boom!

The King’s body exploded, unleashing countless black Qi that formed hundreds of pitch-black smoke serpents flying toward everyone.

Song Lin waved to cast a wall of fire, blocking the chaotic serpents darting around.

Then his figure flickered to the epicenter of the explosion, grabbing one solid black snake.

The black snake wriggled incessantly, struggling but failing to break free.

"Spare me, my lord!" The black snake spoke human words before spilling the truth—it was none other than Sodha Po Hen King. He had traveled to the Western Region, parasitizing the old King’s body as an opportunity.

Song Lin ordered the palace walls to be searched, where a Buddha statue with severed limbs was discovered.

The Buddha statue stood roughly half the height of a person, hollow inside. Through the cuts in the limbs, one could see pitch-black human bones within.

The black snake darted into the Buddha statue, and the statue spoke.

"What are your commands, my lord? I will answer every question to the best of my knowledge."

"Two hundred and ten years ago, you once besieged Ying Zheng. Did Ying Zheng die or not?" Ann Qi asked.

Though the odds were slim, hope remained.

Ying Zheng cultivated the Corpse Dissolution Technique. Setting aside the Jiazi-cycle reincarnation, even if luck allowed him to become the Underground Master, he could only achieve eternal life beneath Lishan, incapable of escape forever.

Since that place no longer existed, he was likely dead nine times out of ten.

"Ran—Ying Zheng ran away."

"Still alive? Stop wasting time. You possess the Great Vow Handprint, capable of sensing the permanent marks left by objects. You should be able to perceive Ying Zheng’s location."

Sodha Po Hen King, once boasting of his grand vow to leave his handprint on all garments, had provoked the wrath of King Jiantuo Luo, whose discovery of a handprint on his concubine’s chest led to Sodha Po Hen King’s limbs being severed.

"I truly don’t know..." Under the murderous gaze of Song Lin and Ann Qi, Sodha Po Hen King—now simplified to Hen King—relented and revealed the truth, "Six thousand miles off the southeastern coast of Qi Land lies a gigantic mountain. Ying Zheng’s last whereabouts were in that place."

"Fine. We depart tomorrow, and you’ll lead us there."

At this, Hen King panicked, his voice emerging from within the golden Buddha statue: "My lord, that place is extremely dangerous."

Years ago, he had led Buddha Dragon Arhat to the place. The Arhat returned despondent, shaken, and refusing to ever mention it again.

"We’re going, regardless. Take us there or die now—your choice."

Song Lin’s tone was resolute.

He noticed that when Hen King mentioned the location, Karma suddenly fluctuated slightly.

This meant Ying Zheng’s clues might indeed hold significance as this world’s key to Karma.

The next day, Song Lin and Ann Qi prepared to set out.

Bai Zheluo had been waiting for quite a while.

He cautiously asked, "Will the two immortals return someday?"

What if someone overthrows his rule after they leave?

Seeing through Bai Zheluo’s thoughts, Song Lin smiled and said, "Rule with benevolence. Don’t indulge in constant pleasures. When the people genuinely love you, why would they overthrow you?"

Woosh!

As the words fell, the two soared into the skies, vanishing instantaneously.

Indeed, Song Lin never returned, and Bai Zheluo, following Song Lin’s advice, governed with kindness. The country flourished, and people adored him. Stories of immortals descending to help princes seize thrones spread for thousands of years.

At the edge of the East Sea.

The two flew high in the sky, riding identical Red Dragons. Ann Qi held a Buddha statue missing its limbs in his right hand.

Following Hen King’s directions, they flew for thousands of miles, spending three days and nights en route.

During the journey, Song Lin continuously pondered his goals in this world.

Karma came first. Second was the pursuit of gain, for if the gain proved unworthy, even perfect Karma held no meaning.

In this world, he preferred to explore Spirit Refining methods, ideally collecting some materials to take back.

Spirit Refining was even more perilous than Qi Refinement; a minor mistake might lead to soul obliteration. Many spent their entire lives refusing to refine their spirit, opting instead to squander their remaining 365 years in drunken leisure.

This showcased the cruel nature of cultivation.

Fatigued, they paused upon an uninhabited island to restore their True Qi, before resuming their journey.

The night gradually descended.

The moon hung like a mirror, reflecting against an endless jade sky.

The ocean lay tranquil, with the celestial scenery mirrored upon the calm waters. Flying through the center, the two were unsure if they were in the heavens or upon the sea.

Inspired, Song Lin felt poetic but struggled to compose on impulse.

Suddenly, a glow ahead captured their attention.

An island emitted a faint green light.

The luminous green rose to the sky, flickering like fireflies amidst the dark night.

Meeting each other’s gaze, they descended upon the island.

Examining the green light closely, they found it was a cluster of luminescent water vapor.

The water vapor condensed into clouds, hovering over the island.

The glowing vapor held boundless Water Element Essence Qi.

As air currents carried it skyward, it transformed into regular clouds, dispersing the Essence Qi far and wide.

"Mica? Such refined mica!" Ann Qi exclaimed with joy.

"Innate Cloud Qi?"

Song Lin connected the dots and looked down, confirming the island was indeed composed of multi-colored mica layers.

Mica resembled stacked crystal slices, believed to be the birthplace of heavenly clouds.

Qi Cultivators revered mica, eating it in hopes of ascending like a cloud into immortality.

While Ann Qi focused on mica, Song Lin fixated on the Cloud Qi.

Clearly, this was a form of Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, likely usable for Spirit Refining.

"Could this be Fifth-rank Mica Qi?"

Mulling over it, Song Lin retrieved Wuj Ji’s Heavenly Demon Stomach from his sleeve, tailoring the organ into a pouch-like shape and performing a simple ritual refinement, granting it a thousand cubic units of space.

The Heavenly Demon Stomach emitted an absorbing force, collecting all the Cloud Qi from the skies.

Though its grade was relatively low, it was better than nothing.

After securing their treasures, the two continued forward.

...

A thousand miles away, there lay a sea island with a diameter of five thousand miles.

On the island stood a peach tree, its crown spreading over more than three thousand miles.

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