Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 302 - 273: Taoist Couple Reborn, Holy Might Heavenly Master

Chapter 302: Chapter 273: Taoist Couple Reborn, Holy Might Heavenly Master

Now is not the time to oppose this person.

There are still many things left unfinished in these ten years.

The upgrade of the Emperor Sword, the technique of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, the Everlasting Lamp Flame, and the cultivation of the sect’s disciples.

"Ignore him, continue building the two county towns."

Even if the yin merit is insufficient, we must accumulate it step by step.

"Understood, Master."

Shi Yinhua could only endure in silence.

He had complete confidence in the temple master.

Time was on their side.

In the past, Shi Yinhua was merely an ordinary Divine Establishment cultivator, but now he had reached Core Formation and had even become the leader of the Five Great Emerged Immortals.

As his cultivation progresses in the future, the influence of the Donghua Dharma Lineage will grow ever broader.

After spending so many years as a senior figure in the Taoist Temple, Shi Yinhua’s ambitions had not stopped there.

He believed that the temple master would at least become a Heavenly Master in the future. Only then could the dharma lineage flourish, and he would spare no effort to assist him in achieving this.

Three days later.

Song Lin summoned the four Core Formation disciples.

"I have a technique called the Netherworld Demon Scripture Map; you all can take a look."

Shi Yinhua accepted the jade scroll, sensing it momentarily before exclaiming in delight, "Marvelous! If I can refine my dharma image into a divine demon, I dare say I’d be invincible among cultivators of the same realm."

Wang Ziyue glanced at it and said, "Not bad. Erlang God could be refined into my life-bound divine demon."

Yan Jiuge and Gu Yuchan both shook their heads slightly, indicating they couldn’t learn it.

Gu Yuchan was out of the question, and Yan Jiuge only practiced swordsmanship, unlike Song Lin, who was proficient in multiple disciplines.

"You all have no desire to cultivate these divine demons?"

Song Lin asked, astonished.

Each of the three types of divine demons had unique powers, and it would be a shame if no one cultivated them, leaving them unused.

"It’s not that we don’t want to; beginning mid-way into cultivation makes it impossible to reach that level."

"Very well, we’ll see next time if there are more suitable talents."

Song Lin agreed.

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Rather than having them spread themselves thin learning too many things, it was better for them to specialize in one area.

As for all the miscellaneous techniques, Song Lin could learn them himself since, after all, he had external assistance.

"Master, don’t we get anything?" Gu Yuchan asked, feeling a bit sour.

His cultivation path only extended to the Core Formation Stage.

Beyond that, he would have to find his own way forward.

"Actually, there is. I have another technique called the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top, which is suitable for those aiming to break through to the Purple Mansion realm."

In principle, this magic skill was universally applicable.

However, Song Lin still hoped they would start from their individual circumstances.

Those suited to cultivating the Purple Mansion should focus on it, while those better suited to the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top should choose that.

The two techniques were not inherently superior or inferior to one another.

"Three Flowers Gathering at the Top?"

"That’s correct. You can condense the Three Flowers and strengthen them with Essence, Qi, and Spirit instead of cultivating the Primordial Spirit."

Gu Yuchan was quite suitable for cultivating the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

The advantage of this technique was that it did not break the Golden Core or activate the Purple Mansion but instead elevated the Essence, Qi, and Spirit to their utmost potential.

After this refinement, Gu Yuchan’s True Qi would likely undergo another transformation.

Song Lin felt that the true Cultivation Path might finally be unfolding before him.

"As for Yan Jiuge, I do have a spell for you. I’ll tell you about it in a few days."

The sword array technique from Mount Emei could enhance his swordsmanship.

Perhaps the realm beyond the Heavenly Hero is the Sword Array Domain.

Quickly, Song Lin dismissed the group, then immediately returned to his story world, preparing to head to Mount Emei for an investigation.

Mingxing Peak.

At the peak, tribulation clouds rolled menacingly, as if lightning could strike at any moment.

This elicited murmurs among the onlookers. Could it be that Zhi Xin’s inner transformation was breaking through again?

It had been less than a year since the previous breakthrough.

Could he truly be achieving rapid progress after years of preparation?

This scene persisted into the night.

The entire Taoist School took notice of the spectacle.

Surprisingly, the Heavenly Tribulation did not strike but instead dissipated once more.

Under the moonlight, beside a shallow pool of water.

A cool breeze stirred, and the white glow rippled like clouds of mist.

By the pool, a woman in white stood with a flowing gown. Her skin was fairer than snow, her silken hair cascaded softly, and a red mark adorned her brow, carrying traces of sorrow and hope. The years had etched faint lines at the corners of her eyes—beautiful, yet weathered.

"Little Qing, long time no see."

Indeed, this woman was Zhi Xin’s Taoist companion, Wu Qingxuan.

"Zhi Xin, you’ve aged," Wu Qingxuan smiled radiantly.

"You’ve been here all these years. Why didn’t you come to find me?"

Zhi Xin had imagined countless scenarios of their reunion but hadn’t expected it to be so plain. But that was fine—plainness was where truth resided.

"I didn’t want to be a burden to you..."

The two recounted their experiences over the years.

Wu Qingxuan had failed her tribulation, her body crumbling, leaving only a fragment of True Spirit that ended up at the residence of the Wu Country’s Imperial Uncle. This True Spirit rested within a Small Cave Heaven, unable to return to the mortal realm.

She didn’t want to burden Zhi Xin, so she had refrained from appearing all these years.

Yet in the shadows, she watched over Zhi Xin and everything connected to him.

Upon learning that Zhi Xin had taken on talented students, she even sent Qingyu to assist him.

"What’s Qingyu to you?"

"By seniority, she should be my niece. Song Lin is a righteous individual and a trustworthy person to rely on." Wu Qingxuan sat across from Zhi Xin.

"Haha, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. Song Lin has grand ambitions and likely won’t indulge in trivial romantic entanglements."

"Oh? You hold Song Lin in high regard?"

Wu Qingxuan’s starry eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"His talent is unimaginable, and he’s destined for great accomplishments," Zhi Xin remarked vaguely, not revealing the secret of Song Lin’s seven scrolls from Yuann Tiangang.

It wasn’t out of mistrust toward Little Qing.

He and Song Lin had an agreement, a principle to keep the knowledge private.

A promise given must always be kept, even to the nearest and dearest.

"Rest now," Zhi Xin said weakly.

Restoring someone from a True Spirit state back to a physical body in peak condition.

It had cost him a chance to defy the Heavens and a significant depletion of his Primordial Energy.

"Alright."

Wu Qingxuan walked to the edge of a thatched cottage and waved her hand. An entirely new thatched dwelling arose in its place.

Just then, a golden light streaked across the sky.

"Hm? A Heavenly Master?"

Zhi Xin looked up, the black sky turning a pure gold. A golden lotus blossomed, and from within it emerged a Taoist.

The Taoist wore white robes, his white hair flowing down. His features were androgynous and striking, with crimson eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes, his black hair tied with a hairpin, and two Carefree Cloth sashes hanging from his waist.

"Greetings, Heavenly Master!"

Both Wu Qingxuan and Zhi Xin knelt and saluted.

"Excellent. The Taoist School has gained another Fire Tribulation Expert. Zhi Xin, you’ve worked hard."

"It was my duty. Through this, I’ve also been tempered. It was worth it."

This was the first appearance of the Holy Might Heavenly Master in centuries, his appearance far younger than that of Zhengsi.

Holy Might’s gaze lingered a few moments on Wu Qingxuan.

"Zhi Xin, in terms of the divination arts, I am no match for you," Holy Might praised, ice-cold features forming a rare smile.

At the very least, he couldn’t manage such Heaven-defying fate-altering arts.

"I dare not accept such praise."

"Take care to rest well."

With that, Holy Might instructed Zhi Xin to recuperate and then vanished.

"I’ll head to rest now," Wu Qingxuan faintly smiled.

"Alright. You’ve just been reborn; take your time to settle in. Don’t worry about me."

Zhi Xin suddenly felt something different about Little Qing.

What it was, he couldn’t quite pin down.

Perhaps it was due to her new body, a temporary sense of unfamiliarity. Zhi Xin didn’t dwell on it, knowing there would be plenty of time in the future.

...

Golden Demon World.

Emei Mountain Golden Summit.

Song Lin bathed in golden light, the radiant clouds like flames. In his hands, he held an Everlasting Lamp.

The flame was faint but unceasingly persistent.

Crack!

The lamp’s base fractured, and the lamp flame fully merged into Song Lin’s body.

Whoosh!

A fierce wind blew atop the mountain, as if it intended to hurl Song Lin down the immeasurable cliff.

The golden light converged into a golden face.

The face was stern with rage, its eyes fixed intensely on Song Lin.

"Bai Mei?" Song Lin met its gaze, a hint of mockery in his smile.

The Everlasting Lamp Flame was, in truth, a celestial fire of the Immortal Realm, the fundamental Magic Treasure of Bai Mei. The lamp had never truly belonged to the disciples of the Emei Sect in this realm.

After months of secluded cultivation, Song Lin uncovered its secrets and forcibly claimed the treasure.

"Who are you?"

"Remember my name, Donghua!"

"Fine, I’ll remember it. From now until the distant future, I swear I will kill you!"

The face carved Song Lin’s visage into its memory before vanishing.

Song Lin watched the figure leave, unmoving.

The ascension of this world seemed to be a one-way path.

Those who had ascended could no longer influence the Lower Realm.

For Bai Mei to even send a message to the Lower Realm was already an impressive feat.

If he could truly transmit power, the Emei Sect wouldn’t have schemed for thousands of years for the ascension project; Bai Mei could simply have acted directly.

Even if Bai Mei was at the level of a Golden Immortal, equivalent to a Primordial Spirit cultivator, Song Lin remained unafraid.

Before long, he would leave this world. What use was Bai Mei’s impotent rage?

It was nothing more than the furious barking of a defeated hound.

Song Lin walked into the deserted great hall of Mount Emei.

Since the downfall of Chenhua, the Emei disciples had either perished or scattered. What was once the revered stronghold of the Righteous Path had become desolate.

The great hall stood empty and bleak. On the altar lay the Yin Yang Dual Swords and a thick sword manual.

Most of the Emei Sect’s resources had been handed over to the Qionghua Sect by Song Lin.

All that remained were the two immortal swords and the "Taiyi Ascension Sword Scripture."

The sword scripture was built upon the foundation of the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top technique, and it even included a small law for utilizing the Everlasting Lamp Flame.

Song Lin intended to pass this sword scripture to Yan Jiuge as a continuation of the Heavenly Hero path.

As for the two immortal swords, Song Lin didn’t plan to trade them away.

These swords were deeply integrated with this realm, linked to the Earth Veins and Earth Lungs. Removing them from this world would significantly diminish their power.

The Everlasting Lamp Flame, on the other hand, was a far better trade.

"Then I’ll leave them here, to guard the Xuan Country."

The future Xuan Country would adopt the system of abdication, with Song Lin as the Heavenly Chosen Son, its legitimacy unmatched by ordinary Emperors.

Abdication would imply that the next Emperor had the Heavenly Dao’s partial approval as well.

This meant the next Emperor would also be a cultivator with some degree of attainment—likely a Saint.

A Saint Emperor ruling for several centuries or even millennia, combined with the Taiji Yin Yang Sword Formation, could ensure the dynasty’s stability and prosperity.

With cultivators overseeing the realm, the future kingdom would no longer be a domain of mere mortals but one harmonized by humans, deities, ghosts, and demons working together.

This was the ideal structure.

As for the next ruler, Song Lin had already made up his mind.

If Gongsun Jiuniang could ascend to the Earth Immortal realm, the throne would undoubtedly be hers.

In the future, every Emperor must also be the Qionghua Sect Leader.

With both imperial and religious authority concentrated in a single person, conflicts would be avoided.

Some might think it too terrifying for one person to rule for millennia.

But in truth, the Emperor would primarily oversee the realm while leaving most matters to capable officials. For the initial years of their reign, they might be active, but eventually, they’d grow weary and withdraw from mortal affairs.

A Saint Emperor would govern by inaction, delegating the administration to capable chancellors and officials. This was the ultimate structure.

Song Lin pondered briefly, then stowed away the immortal swords and sword manual, preparing for his journey to Mount Taishan. It was nearly the day when the Ghost Gate would open again.

He intended to pay a visit to Mount Tai Lady.

As one of the ancient Underworld deities of the Netherworld, Mount Tai Lady surely possessed invaluable knowledge. It was a good opportunity to seek counsel.

Sometimes, the most precious things in these story worlds weren’t treasures but the insights and wisdom inaccessible to ordinary mortals.

Since his time in this world was ample, Song Lin decided to slow his pace, taking this chance to absorb more knowledge and experience the world had to offer.

On the day the Ghost Gate opened.

A strange incident occurred near Jinhua City.

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