Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 52 Moon Demon, 5 Streams barbarians

Song Lin had not given much thought to these matters before.

It was because he had no access to higher-level Taoist skills; as a Taoist disciple visiting the Capital Institute of the Taoist Temple, he would only observe spells like fireball or eye-blocking technique.

They were even less impressive than the Lao Mountain Five Skills—but now that he had been exposed to the skills of Xuanke Temple, he had to admit, the Taoist art of this world indeed had its rits.

After tidying up the miscellaneous tasks, Song Lin destroyed Wude’s talisman and other items that might provoke suspicion from others. Only then did he store the spoils of war into the Qiankun Cloth Bag.

The next day.

Song Lin arrived at the alchemy room.

The four fireworkers quickly greeted him.

"Prepare the furnace."

For the next several days, Song Lin stayed in the alchemy room to forge pills required by the Taoist Temple, which he would then hand over to the Tongshou Taoist.

Dianzao Mansion.

Rampant Soldiers patrolled under a sinister mist.

The open field in front of Dianzao was piled high with tals; the Tongshou Taoist hovered in mid-air, taking a deep breath, causing a copper block the size of a miniature mountain to disintegrate into ash. A strand of yellow essence flew into his nostrils.

The copper hue on Tongshou’s body grew even deeper.

After a while, he turned his gaze toward Song Lin.

Song Lin had used the Turtle Breath Technique in advance to conceal his aura; fortunately, his strength went undetected.

"Give the items to him."

Tongshou pointed to the nearby Bronze Taoist Soldier and continued, "Wude is dead."

While speaking, he secretly observed Song Lin’s expression.

"Hmm? That’s actually a good thing." Song Lin raised an eyebrow and imdiately smiled.

Everyone knew of the grudge between him and Wude.

If he feigned grief now, it would appear like a deliberate attempt to conceal the truth.

"Did you visit the Ghost Market yesterday?"

"My lord, I go there every month," Song Lin replied honestly. Just yesterday, he had earned one hundred dharma coins, equivalent to over a hundred Taoist rits.

"Of course, I know. Wude was a Qi Refining Taoist, and as a re disciple, you couldn’t possibly defeat him. If you find any clues, feel free to inform ."

With that, the Tongshou Taoist let Song Lin leave.

Song Lin returned to pack up his belongings and, by evening, entered the Moon Cultivation World.

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Moon Cultivation World, Taixu Bright Mirror Longevity Hall.

This place had neither day nor night, bathed in faint jade light that suffused the entire Taixu Bright Mirror.

Beside the palace, cassia trees grew dense and verdant. Amid them sat a Taoist cross-legged, his figure enveloped by moonlight that nearly solidified and slowly rged into his body.

A treasure mirror floated in front of him, a bronze mirror reflecting the clarity of his skeleton, ridians, and the white True Qi.

At this mont, the absorbed Taiyin Moonlight was stored within his lower dantian.

Upon introspection of his physical form, faint jade light the size of a grain of rice could be seen stored in his dantian.

True Qi wrapped around the Taiyin Moonlight as it traversed his body, completing several cycles of Grand Circulation before the Moonlight fully integrated into the True Qi. The white True Qi now faintly emitted a pale green glow.

This was the process of purifying True Qi.

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Only when natural energy from heaven and earth completely rged into True Qi could one achieve Great Success in Qi Refinent.

The process appeared simple, but it was extrely perilous.

External alien energy must circulate through the ridians before slowly rging with True Qi.

Because it is alien energy, any loss of control would result in ruptured ridians at best.

Others proceed with extre caution, with a progress rate of rely one ten-thousandth or even one-hundred-thousandth per attempt, painstakingly grinding away.

Even if there was a failure, they would still have a chance to recover.

The lifespan during the Qi Refinent Realm was rely two hundred years.

Most people would run out of lifespan before succeeding in Qi Refinent.

But Song Lin was far more audacious; with the combined effects of the Bone-shining Mirror and introspection, he controlled the alien energy with pinpoint accuracy.

He was refining his True Qi at a rate of approximately five-thousandth per day.

"The Bone-shining Mirror truly is a divine artifact for Qi Refinent. Five thousand days—around thirteen years. Still, it’s too slow," Song Lin thought to himself.

This was even under the circumstances of the Taiyin Moonlight being abundant on the moon; on the mortal world, the process would take two to three tis longer.

"Perhaps I should take bigger risks: refine multiple tis a day, or absorb more energy at once."

Following this, Song Lin resud his Qi Refinent in seclusion.

Taixu Bright Mirror, twelve years.

As his cultivation technique grew more refined, Qi Refinent beca increasingly effortless, eventually reaching one-fifth of completion.

In the mortal world, the Eastern Han Dynasty defeated the Xiongnu, securing peace on the borders, only to be bogged down for over twenty years by the Five Ridges Barbarians in the south.

One day, within the laurel forest.

Boom!

Pitch-black smoke surged straight into the heavens.

Demonic Qi stained half the sky black.

The Taixu Bright Mirror, akin to an immortal realm, now resembled a demonic domain.

From the laurel forest erged a towering figure.

This figure stood eight feet tall, with a pitch-black horn atop his head, fiery red hair cascading down, and pale skin marred with black patterns etched across his entire body.

Green Yin Wind roared around him, black flas ignited underfoot as he floated in the void, his eye sockets rimd with dark green shadows, his entire being exuding an overwhelming demonic aura.

Swoosh!

With a flicker, he appeared in the skies a thousand feet above.

Moonlight converged onto his body, forming an armor of pure white jade.

The moonlight was pristine, the devil was monstrous.

White moonlight and black Demonic Qi contrasted starkly, the figure resembling a Moon Demon.

This was the dharma body ford by the combination of Moonlight Glaze Body and Netherworld Yellow Spring Evil Ghost Body, which Song Lin referred to as the Taiyin Netherworld Evil Ghost Glaze Body.

Strengthened by the moonlight, this form possessed astounding defense and regenerative abilities.

Song Lin glanced at the ground before plumting straight downward.

Boom!

Without any protective asures, he descended from a thousand feet, smashing into the ground to create a pit ten feet wide, yet remaining unscathed.

"Threefold strength, an invincible physical body, and the ability to transform spells into ferocious ghost arts—indeed, imnsely powerful," Song Lin thought to himself.

The cultivation of this technique was exceedingly painful; it required swallowing the Yujue King’s wooden seal and tattooing the image of the Ghost of Taihe onto one’s body with needles.

During this process, one would endure the Yin Wind and blood rains of the Netherworld eting, bearing the agony to complete the practice. Each use of the ghost body inflicted relentless suffering.

The Ghost of Taihe and the Yujue King were said to be Netherworld Ghost Kings; only by earning their approval could one acquire their unimaginable power.

Now that this body had been mastered, all the suffering endured was deed worthwhile.

He would beco the strongest Great Witch the Moon Cultivators had ever seen.

Utilizing his Taiyin Golden Pupil, Song Lin scanned the mortal world and spotted a yellow talisman affixed atop a mountain. He promptly descended via the Moon-piercing Raft.

This was the agreed signal with the Door of Wonders.

Xuanwu Mountain.

Immortal mists hung like gauzy curtains, cranes riding clouds ascended.

Layered peaks, jade-green waters amidst verdant mountains.

Deep within the mountain lay a cluster of thatched cottages.

Taoists practiced on rocky outcrops beside cliffs, their exhalations transforming into mist, talismans materializing like raindrops.

Among them, one Taoist was particularly striking.

This Taoist wore golden armor, stood over ten feet tall, with a robust fra like a bear’s and muscles like forged steel.

His breath sounded like a bellow blowing furiously, as he was currently inhaling and exhaling a Red Dragon.

This individual was the Sect Leader of the Door of Wonders, Ju Wuba.

Renowned throughout history for his massive physique, later generations would associate the na Ju Wuba with anything enormous.

"Taoist Lord, the royal family has sent a letter."

Finishing his cultivation, his foremost disciple Zhang Fuheng presented a letter.

The contents of the letter concerned a plea for aid from Empress Dowager Yin Lihua.

The court was engaged in fierce battle with barbarians in the north while the Five Ridges Barbarians wreaked havoc in the southwest. For over two decades, they had sustained losses of several generals. If these matters went unchecked, Baiyue forces might seize the opportunity to rise, plunging the south into chaos.

The Door of Wonders generally refrained from ddling in mortal affairs, yet Yin Lihua claid the generals had been deceived by demons, specifically a witch called Wud Yun who had once supported Wang Mang decades ago.

Thus, Ju Wuba sent word to Song Lin.

Looking at his bold and impressive disciple, Ju Wuba smiled and said, "When the Grandmaster Taixu descends later, make sure to leave a good impression."

Zhang Fuheng was Ju Wuba’s prized student. Exceptionally talented, Ju Wuba intended him to succeed as the next Taoist Lord.

"Grandmaster..." Zhang Fuheng muttered to himself, filled with anticipation.

Legend spoke of Taixu Immortal embracing the moon’s essence for longevity—was it truly real?

At that mont, a beam of moonlight descended from the heavens.