Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 309 - 280: The Eve of the Duel, The Might of the Heavenly Master

Chapter 309: Chapter 280: The Eve of the Duel, The Might of the Heavenly Master

Dongzhen Blessed Land.

Song Lin exits seclusion.

He does not rush back but first visits Earth Evil at the Blessed Land Spirit Prohibition.

Earth Evil stands alone before the three grand dharma altars of Heaven, Earth, and Water.

"Mage, thank you for your care."

Song Lin bows deeply.

"No need to be polite, just cut a discount—ninety thousand." Earth Evil smiles, expressing gratitude, yet money must still be paid.

Song Lin casually conjures a cloth bag.

"The money is all here. Please check, senior."

"Something doesn’t feel right." Earth Evil tosses it onto a case nearby and speaks curiously, "Where did you get so much money?"

Casually producing ninety thousand isn’t something a temple master could typically afford.

"From the last transaction I made with Long Buddhist."

The Moon Bricks, Thunder Pearls, and Dragon Nourishment Pills have become massive financial resources, directly bringing in huge profits to the Donghua Alliance: a daily net profit of twenty thousand.

That’s over seven million annually, an astonishing figure.

The Mei Mountain Jungle didn’t earn that much even in an entire year before.

"I see. I heard you dueled with that guy?"

"How did senior know?"

Song Lin appears slightly surprised.

"The Taoist School has been gossiping nonstop about it lately. That day, even higher-level masters might come to watch, and possibly, even the Heavenly Master."

Song Lin immediately realizes the intent of Zhengsi.

The momentum-building has already begun?

You have to admit, that brat is truly arrogant—he wants to trample me in front of the public.

Song Lin sneers coldly, his Purple Mansion aura leaking out.

Earth Evil feels a shock in his heart.

This person possesses extraordinary talent!

Song Lin’s rental transaction was personally processed by him, so he knows well the prior realm Song Lin was in.

Counting the time spent in the Blessed Land, it has only been a mere twenty-seven years.

Within twenty-seven years, he directly stepped into the Purple Mansion?

"I wish you great success!"

"Many thanks, senior. I’m heading back to rest now and will visit again another day."

"Hmm, go ahead. Be careful on the road."

Earth Evil watches Song Lin’s departing figure, lamenting inwardly.

Zhengsi’s strength is only growing, and what’s more, he possesses an innate spiritual treasure.

It’s rumored that Zhengsi recently mastered a divine skill—its completion resounding throughout the entire Taoist School.

From Earth Evil’s years of experienced judgment, it’s evident that someone is paving the way for Zhengsi’s rise to prominence.

And as for who is pulling the strings behind the scenes, there’s no need to deliberate—it’s undoubtedly the Holy Might Heavenly Master.

"Sigh, with an arrogant successor, the Holy Might Taoist School’s future won’t be easy."

Thinking of Zhengsi’s numerous dubious rumors, Earth Evil sighs deeply again.

It’s not just a matter of ruthlessness, but a twisted heart.

Ruthlessness is an admirable quality for a Heavenly Master, but Zhengsi gives off an impression of having a dark, underhanded nature.

Always wanting to take advantage of every little thing but lacking steadiness when major events arise.

Such a person has no shred of leadership capability.

Shanyin County’s Donghua Temple.

Master’s Hall.

Song Lin calls upon eleven other temple masters.

Most of these temple masters are familiar faces.

The past six years have not seen any of them manage to break through to the Core Formation stage.

But there is still time; once the Donghua Jungle is established, there will be ample opportunities for cultivation.

Among the assembled temple masters, a stranger stands out—a white-haired, pale-skinned elder radiating a ghastly aura of death, so pronounced that even a casual observer can tell he doesn’t have long to live.

Under Song Lin’s scrutinizing gaze, the elder stands up, bows deeply, and speaks.

"Greetings to the Temple Master. I am Zhong Shan, once the clan leader of the Zhong Family on Qiongqi Mountain in Yunzhou!"

"Zhong Shan is now the temple master of the Taiyin Refining Shape Temple."

Shi Yinhua briefly explains the background.

Zhong Shan had been the patriarch of a secluded cultivator family deep within the mountains. Now, the family of 121 has pledged allegiance, among whom there is one Divine Establishment cultivator and thirteen Qi Refinement cultivators.

This man has practiced the Taiyin Refining Technique and is on the verge of ’dying.’

"Alright, be seated. Three months from now—three months will mark the day I duel with Zhengsi."

Song Lin speaks slowly and deliberately.

Upon hearing this, the group erupts in a mix of eagerness and excitement.

"Finally!"

"Teach that bastard a hard lesson!"

"Right, beat Zhengsi to death! That bunch of bastards deserves it!"

The crowd becomes noisy.

"Quiet. I’ve prepared a spell that you must master within three months."

With those words, Song Lin produces a jade scroll.

"All Taoists at Qi Refinement or above must practice it."

In the past decade, the total number of experts in the alliance at or above Qi Refinement has exceeded three hundred.

"Understood!"

Song Lin does not explain the purpose but simply ensures their focus remains on practicing.

This spell is a modification of the Demon Seed Sky Filling Technique into a new magic skill.

The concept stems from the Heavenly Venerate’s method of stealing others’ Taoist Realms.

Song Lin altered it so that the practitioner proactively releases it, embedding it onto a dharma token.

Everyone carries such a token on themselves.

As for its utility, it will serve as the medium to unleash the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thunder.

At this stage, this is his only requirement of them.

"Yinhua, is the Divine Thunder I requested ready?"

Song Lin turns to Shi Yinhua.

"All is prepared."

Shi Yinhua hands over a storage bag.

Inside are a thousand each of four types of Thunder Pearls.

For confidentiality, Song Lin has not disclosed the recipe for crafting the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thunder, instead personally creating three of them in private.

...

Mei Mountain Jungle Blessed Land.

Zhengsi exits seclusion.

He lifts his head and takes a deep breath.

"Ah, my Taoist Realm has advanced by 800 years!"

Zhengsi closes his eyes, feeling the immense mana surging within him.

In just a hundred short years within the Blessed Land, he has gained nearly five hundred years in the Taoist Realm.

This success is attributed to his mastery of Sexual Alchemy.

Through the Dual Cultivation Technique, he has stolen the Primordial Yin of countless female cultivators, including several Extremely Yin Women, enabling him to cultivate a supremely powerful Divine Skill.

"Greetings, Taoist!"

The Three Capitals, Five Masters, and Eighteen Heads of Mei Mountain Jungle have long been awaiting him.

Fifteen other temple masters of Mei Mountain Jungle, along with high-ranking members of various Taoist temples, kneel before him.

An enormous throng bows in reverence.

Zhengsi, brimming with enthusiasm, gazes in all directions.

"Song Lin, are you ready to die?"

...

Xuanyu City.

Yunzhou Society Commandery.

Chuu Yuying buries herself in her desk, reviewing documents.

"By the decree of the Heavenly Master, the Liangfeng Platform shall serve as the dueling ground this Mid-Autumn Festival. Note: The match is exclusively between Mei Mountain Jungle and Donghua Temple."

"Zhengsi, Song Lin... Is this sparring even necessary?"

Chuu Yuying mutters under her breath.

Zhengsi has long since surpassed the Purple Mansion realm. Even if Song Lin has barely reached it in these past few years, he still stands no chance against Zhengsi.

The thought flashes briefly and is promptly dismissed.

Chuu Yuying stamps her seal and moves on to the next item.

"Emergency report from Mei Mountain Jungle: A total of thirty-six female cultivators have gone missing in Meilin County, including three Core Formation cultivators."

Chuu Yuying pauses slightly upon reading.

Fury flickers across her face momentarily, but recalling Zhengsi’s earlier words, she exhales again in resignation.

"There’s no need to investigate Mei Mountain Jungle. Blame it on border demons crossing into these lands, and dispatch the night-watch hall master to the frontier to investigate."

"Let’s hope this is the last time."

Chuu Yuying sighs inwardly.

Just then, a tunneling light descends.

It is none other than the City Lord, Yunhai.

"The Heavenly Master summons you."

The grand hall of the Daoist arena.

The Heavenly Master stands behind a screen.

"Has the venue been arranged?"

"This disciple has sent people to prepare everything."

The Heavenly Master’s personal involvement makes Chuu Yuying keenly aware of the underlying significance.

As she ponders, a golden talisman materializes before her.

"Deliver this golden jade seal to Zhengsi."

"An innate spiritual treasure? This doesn’t seem appropriate... Song Lin already has little chance against Zhengsi."

Chuu Yuying is stunned.

This is practically guaranteeing a fatal outcome!

Zhengsi already owns one innate spiritual treasure and now gains another.

Even someone as indifferent to Song Lin as she is finds it rather unfair.

"Dismissed..."

The Heavenly Master speaks no further. His intent is resoundingly clear.

"Understood!"

Chuu Yuying’s mind quickly cycles through possibilities.

Could this be a warning to Taoist Zhi Xin and his wife?

After all, the couple has been receiving considerable attention lately.

Throughout the Taoist School, rumors of Zhengsi’s debut are widespread.

When they hear his opponent is Song Lin, those unfamiliar with him express confusion, while those in the know are left dumbfounded.

At Plum Blossom Mountain, an old man lifts his head skyward, his expression inscrutable with a wry smile.

"I cannot predict it. Little friend, can this tribulation of yours still yield a miracle?"

In Tianling Jungle, Lu Mingyang muses.

"Song Lin?" Lu Mingyang shudders—this young man is too inscrutable and dangerous to deal with.

People from various jungles agree that the challenge is insurmountable.

Older cultivators clearly recognize that such a spectacle as the events surrounding this territorial split, culminating in a formal duel on Liangfeng Platform, would never have been possible without considerable behind-the-scenes maneuvering.

It’s blatantly clear the whole thing is an orchestrated effort to build Zhengsi’s reputation.

Song Lin, alas, is nothing but a pitiful stepping stone.

News reaches the Weiling Sect.

Long Buddhist sighs bitterly to himself, mumbling, "What rubbish. Might as well defect to my side. Aren’t dragons more fascinating than men?"

At Mingxing Peak.

Taoist Zhi Xin stands before a floating compass, madly calculating the will of the heavens.

The day of the duel draws ever nearer.

One day before the duel.

...

In a secluded chamber within Donghua Temple.

Song Lin sits cross-legged, red Lead Flowers hovering over his head.

He holds the Everlasting Lamp Flame in his hands, guiding its radiance into his body, tempering his golden core.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Purple Mansion Early Stage (Lead Flower)

Taoist Realm: Three hundred and one years.

Divine Skills: Three Flowers Gathering Technique, Eight Sceneries Divine Sword Primordial Spirit, Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, Cloud Seal Mysterious Character Jade Scripture, True Dragon Tiger Nine Immortals Scripture, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Thunder Technique, Five Thunders True Method, Dragon Nourishing Secret Method... (Omitted)

Blessings: [Emperor Seal][Moon Cultivation Great Witch][Temple Blessing][Golden Crow Yang Pattern][Emperor’s Qi Observation Skill]...

Items: Four thousand Thunder Pearls, ten Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, Emperor Sword, Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd, Five Thunders Heavenly Master Token, Taiji Thunder Seal, Temple Emperor Seal, Eight Sceneries Key, Dragon Nourishment Pills, Sun Jade Carriage...

These comprise the foundational information. The prioritized techniques represent his most vital methods, with ten Nine Heavens Divine Thunders ready for use.

His cultivation realm has advanced. His Taoist Realm has deepened.

Mental and physical conditions adjusted to their peak state!

"Exiting seclusion!"

Song Lin steps out of his chamber, preparing to head to Xuanyu City.

At that moment, a Taoist disciple rushes up.

"Temple Master, Taoist Zhi Xin has come to visit!"