Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 307 - 278: Taishan Bixia Yuanjun, Acquired Spiritual Treasure

Chapter 307: Chapter 278: Taishan Bixia Yuanjun, Acquired Spiritual Treasure

The Grand Imperial Palace.

Song Lin regulated his breath and adjusted his Qi.

The Everlasting Lamp in his palm was absorbed into the World in the Pot.

He had spent ten years in that world, during which he comprehended a crucial technique. It could be said that his efforts were not in vain.

"It’s time to return," Song Lin thought to himself.

Nine years should be sufficient; everything was ready, and only an eastern wind was missing.

Song Lin summoned Gongsun Jiuniang from the Qionghua Sect.

"I’m going to ascend."

Song Lin looked at Gongsun Jiuniang and said calmly.

Gongsun Jiuniang was somewhat stunned.

"Your Majesty..."

At this juncture, Gongsun Jiuniang didn’t know what to say.

She recalled their first encounter.

If Song Lin hadn’t saved her that day, she would have likely ended up a victim under the blades of the barbarians.

"I plan to pass the throne to you. You may reclaim your surname... Zhu Yongning."

Song Lin had long been aware of Gongsun Jiuniang’s true identity.

She was Zhu Yongning, the ninth daughter of the last Emperor of the Lii Dynasty.

Gongsun Jiuniang wasn’t surprised; she knew full well that Song Lin had chosen not to expose her.

"Me, become Empress... but I’m not even an Earth Immortal."

"No problem. When the time comes, I’ll have the Mount Tai Woman protect you."

The Mount Tai Woman would likely take several more decades before ascending.

With Gongsun Jiuniang’s talent, she should reach a breakthrough within that time.

Moreover, the court still had loyal and capable generals like Yan Chixia, and most of the Qionghua Sect disciples were trained by Gongsun Jiuniang, making her second only to Song Lin in prestige.

Added to that were the Taiji Yin Yang Formation and the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, making it quite difficult for anyone to overthrow Gongsun Jiuniang.

In this era, only two people had reached the level of Independent Immortal.

One was Song Lin, and the other was the Mount Tai Woman.

After the two ascended one after another, the mortal realm would belong to Gongsun Jiuniang.

It was estimated that she could govern the Mortal World for over a thousand years.

Song Lin summoned the Mount Tai Woman.

Looking at the fairy who stood elegantly, Song Lin smiled calmly and said, "Taoist friend, I’m about to ascend."

"Ascend to the Upper Realm?" asked the Mount Tai Woman.

"Yes, but we may not ascend to the same place. It might be difficult to meet again in the future."

However, since the Mount Tai Woman would eventually ascend too, and Song Lin could travel across Ten Thousand Realms, they would meet again someday.

"When will you ascend?"

The Mount Tai Woman didn’t ask further questions.

"In three days."

Three days later, the official reclaiming of the outside frontier would begin.

The barbarians beyond the frontier had devolved into savages, with an estimated population of fewer than a hundred.

Three days later, the Great General Yan Chixia would effortlessly break through their defenses.

The barbarian capital city of Shengjing was a gruesome tableau of human suffering, with corpses strewn everywhere.

Due to plague and famine, most of Shengjing’s aristocrats resorted to cannibalism—

first eating the commoners, then each other—until only a few remnants within the palace walls remained.

Inside the palace, the unkempt Emperor gnawed on a rat with relish.

This Emperor wasn’t very old.

After Emperor Kang Zheng’s death, the Fourth Prince had taken the throne.

Nearby eunuchs and palace maids either lacked arms or legs.

At that moment, a young man rushed in hurriedly.

"Li Wei, why are you in such a hurry?" The Fourth Prince frowned.

Kang Zheng

"The Southern Barbarians have invaded!"

Li Wei’s voice trembled.

Boom!

Suddenly, the palace gates were violently kicked open, and soldiers poured in.

"Is that so? Then it’s time for release."

A wave of relief swept over the Fourth Prince’s heart.

Blades flashed, heads rolled.

The news of the frontier reclamation and the pseudo-Emperor’s capture spread across the land.

In a courtyard within the Capital...

A man with a pockmarked face, sealed in a jar, widened his eyes upon hearing the news.

"Impossible! Impossible! My Da Jing is invincible!"

Hope extinguished within him, Kang Zheng, who had clung to life through sheer will for nearly a decade, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Kang Zheng’s consciousness grew blurry.

In a daze, Kang Zheng dreamed of a different reality. In his dream, he unified Shenzhou and ruled for sixty-one years, commanding universal respect as the Eternal Emperor.

There were no Xuan Demons, and the accursed Han people groveled at his feet, fighting for the honor of being his slaves.

Thud!

Suddenly, Kang Zheng felt a chill on his head—it turned out to be a soldier splashing a bucket of cold water over him.

"What are you dreaming about?" the soldier mocked with a chuckle.

As he spoke, two soldiers lifted the jar together.

Kang Zheng panicked.

"Where are you taking me?"

"We don’t keep idlers. Soon we’ll dump you into the water. By the way, what were you dreaming about just now?"

The soldier was listless.

Facing death, Kang Zheng suddenly stopped fearing. He sneered and said:

"Heh heh, I was having a delightful dream. You can harm my flesh, but you can’t touch my thoughts. In my dream, you were all my slaves—no, not even slaves, because you’re unworthy of even that!"

The soldier burst into laughter, and the two guffawed together until they doubled over.

After a while, their expressions grew serious, tears glistening in their eyes.

"No, I was the one having a delightful dream. Last night, I dreamt of my father and mother. I told them their son was doing well—two sons, one daughter, a virtuous wife, and our enemies avenged. They were so happy, they laughed with joy."

"And you... you only have nightmares. In your dreams, the tens of millions of Shenzhou folk who perished because of you rush toward you, screaming to drink your blood! To eat your flesh! They will haunt you forever!"

"No! Impossible! I don’t believe it!"

Kang Zheng shut his eyes tightly.

The dream of being the Eternal Emperor vanished.

What he saw instead were countless ghosts with ghastly faces lunging toward him.

"No!"

Splash!

The jar sank into the water.

Kang Zheng’s consciousness faded.

In the darkness, he saw his father, his grandfather, his son...

Those vengeful spirits dragged them all into Avici Hell, subjecting them to unimaginable torment for all eternity...

Atop Mount Tai.

Officials and generals gathered.

"Farewell, everyone!"

Song Lin glanced around, memorizing the familiar faces.

A faint white light emanated from his body.

Before disappearing, his gaze lingered on the Mount Tai Woman.

The Mount Tai Woman seemed to gain some insight. Her eyes gleamed with newfound clarity.

"Let me inform you, Taoist friend, that I am but a Divine Split of Bixia Yuanjun. In the future, when you see me, I may no longer be the same person."

"A Divine Split of Bixia Yuanjun?"

The thought flashed through Song Lin’s mind before he transcended this world.

Returning to his secret chamber, Song Lin exhaled deeply.

This world, in truth, was rather relaxed, with many cultivation techniques available.

[World]: Golden Demon

[Thirty-Six Heavens]: Spirit Realm

[Time Flow Speed]: One to thirty days.

[Descent]: Soul

[Type]: Near Ancient Myths, Central Plains Myth, Witch Ghost Myth.

[System]: Monster Chronicles Divine System

[Karma Effect Cycle]: Tenfold.

Items: Yin Yang Dual Swords, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thunder, Everlasting Lamp Flame, Three Talents Sword of Heaven, Earth, and Man...

"Everlasting Lamp Flame!"

Song Lin silently recited, exchanging karma for the Everlasting Lamp Flame.

An Everlasting Lamp appeared in his palm.

"I finally exchanged it."

The next day, Song Lin sought out Earth Evil.

"Senior, I need to rent a temporal blessed land."

"Currently, only one to three is available."

Earth Evil handed him a register.

The Dongxuan Blessed Land, ten miles wide, had three hundred and sixty-five single rooms and twenty-one private mansions.

A single room cost five thousand dharma coins per month, while a mansion cost ten thousand per month.

During the rental period, the Blessed Land Spirit Prohibition Mansion guaranteed safety and privacy for cultivators, compensating for any losses incurred.

If any tenant violated regulations by spying on others or attacking those in seclusion, they would be killed on the spot!

"Fine, I’ll rent a mansion."

Nine years times three equaled twenty-seven years.

Since Zhengsi had Mei Mountain Blessed Land, Song Lin couldn’t remain idle.

Song Lin settled into a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land in Xuanyu City.

He provided the Qionghua Sect disciples with the address, instructing them to deliver supplies there moving forward.

Inside the mansion, Song Lin gazed at the Everlasting Lamp Flame, guiding a wisp of flame onto his body with his Heart God.

Boom!

The flame enveloped his entire body, providing unparalleled comfort.

The Everlasting Lamp Flame entered his body, refining his Golden Core and continuously elevating Essence, Qi into his Mud Pill Palace.

In the following days, Song Lin devoted himself to cultivation.

The Taoist Temple delivered Dragon Nourishment Pills and various materials monthly.

After arriving, Song Lin used the Everlasting Lamp Flame to remove impurities and elevate the materials, tripling their efficacy.

The quality of the Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd depended on the size of its three dragons. As the dragons grew larger, the Jade Gourd’s quality improved as well.

Three years later, or nine years in the mansion...

Boom!

On this day, the Dongxuan Blessed Land trembled abruptly.

All the Taoists awakened to sense an overwhelming pressure.

The pressure flashed and disappeared, its source unknown.

At the Long Night Platform within Xuanyu City’s Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, Earth Evil sensed the anomaly and looked toward a specific mansion.

"Quite the Magic Treasure."

It was the Acquired Spiritual Treasure—Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd!

Despite meticulous calculations, Song Lin hadn’t anticipated the awakening of an entirely different Great Dao.

At that moment, he stepped out of seclusion with the gourd in hand temporarily.

With the divine artifact complete, it was time to accumulate some yin merit.

Might as well check on the new Taoist Temple, too.