Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 27: Fangxian Yin Yang, Alliance of Four Nations (Seeking Followers)

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Fangxian Yin Yang, Alliance of Four Nations (Seeking Followers)

In the mountain forest, Song Lin floated in mid-air, stepping on a beam of crimson light.

Suddenly, fierce winds surged, and dust filled the air.

The True Qi within him surged like a roaring river, flowing endlessly through not only the governor and conception vessels but also the other meridians, a state known as the Grand Circulation.

There's another saying: during the Small Circulation, one cultivates Acquired Essence Qi, but upon reaching a certain level, the Qi transforms from acquired to innate.

Song Lin's Yin Yang Eyes could see far beyond, to the extent that even ghosts and gods could not conceal themselves before him.

Suddenly, he unleashed a beam of crimson light.

Boom!

The crimson light shot out ten zhang (about 33 meters), shattering a large rock below into fragments.

Then, he summoned the Red Dragon True Qi stored in his Dan Zhong Acupoint.

Crimson light enveloped his whole body. Lifting his clothes, one could see countless crimson scales emerging densely from under his skin, covering his entire body and head.

He looked like a humanoid lizard; the fine and intricate scales made one's scalp tingle.

With the Red Scales fully covering his body, it symbolized that his Red Dragon True Qi had entered the Great Success Realm.

Invulnerable to blades and spears, impervious to water and fire.

With that thought, Song Lin released his Qi and let himself fall straight downward.

Boom!

The ground trembled violently. Falling from over ten zhang high, he felt only a numbing sensation in his legs.

Song Lin withdrew his Divine Skills as ghosts and gods, along with Ann Qi, came to congratulate him.

"No rush. We'll set off for Qi Country in a moment," Song Lin said with a smile.

The time had come to settle this grievance.

Having broken through Qi Cultivation ahead of schedule, he could no longer wait for Ying Zheng's birth; in the real world, he still needed to pass three challenges.

The world was vast, and after Huan Yuan's death, even burying the body in a random spot could take decades, if not centuries, for him to find.

He intended to disrupt the historical process by force, uniting Qin Country ahead of schedule.

The first step was to deal with the Qi Cultivators led by Huan Yuan.

"Ann Qi!"

"Disciple present!"

Song Lin gazed at the eleven-year-old youth before him, pondered for a moment, and said:

"You will stay here to cultivate. The Peace Qi Cultivation Song must reach the Fetal Breathing Stage, and the Red Dragon True Qi must span two fingers before you leave seclusion. If anything arises, you may consult the Ganoderma General."

"Understood, Master."

Ann Qi didn't protest, knowing he lacked the strength.

Afterward, Song Lin descended the mountain and headed toward Hua Mountain in Qin Country.

Of course, he didn't confront Huan Yuan directly.

He wanted Huan Yuan to come looking for him instead.

That old fox had been laying foundations for years, commanding untold numbers of Abnormal Soldiers.

Surely, he would rather Song Lin come to him.

Though Song Lin faced no fear of death in the virtual world, he wasn't eager to make a needless sacrifice.

Hua Mountain.

That day, villagers from the town at the base of the mountain and the surrounding hamlets witnessed a miraculous sight.

A crimson glow lingered in the sky, spreading for miles, shaped like a dragon, slithering and twisting.

From dawn until dusk, it did not fade.

This phenomenon alarmed the King of Qin, who dispatched agents to investigate.

The spectacle persisted for three days.

On the fourth day, a figure materialized atop the crimson dragon.

"Look! An immortal!"

"Heavens, it's really a person!"

There, atop the crimson dragon cloud, stood a figure.

The figure strode through the air as if treading on the dragon.

The villagers below gazed in astonishment, having never seen such divine phenomena in their lives. They knelt down and kowtowed fervently.

Song Lin descended near the city gates under countless awestruck gazes.

The city's commanding officer knelt as well, trembling, and asked, "What are the immortal's commands?"

Song Lin presented the Tiger Talisman and said, "Inform the King of Qin to issue a decree: Ghost Valley Master has established Fangxian Dao on the mountain, and those with predestined fates may ascend."

The officer's eyes lit up and asked, "Immortal, may I ascend as well?"

If one could attain immortality, who would willingly endure the hardships of mortal life?

"Anyone may ascend, as long as they can reach the peak."

Hua Mountain was treacherous; without a certain level of skill, one could not make it to the top.

"Understood."

The officer carefully memorized the Tiger Talisman's appearance.

The talisman was exquisitely crafted, adorned with patterns unique to Qin Country. Though unfamiliar to him, he knew it had to belong to someone of high status.

Returning promptly, the officer relayed the news to the King of Qin.

The King, honoring ancestral instructions, issued the decree without question.

Soon, news of Ghost Valley Master's reappearance spread far and wide.

For decades, the name Ghost Valley Master had been one of the most frequently spoken in the land.

Thanks to the efforts of rulers like Qin Xiangong and Qin Xiaogong, Qin Country had grown exponentially stronger, unparalleled compared to its earlier days.

Much of this was credited to a figure known as Ghost Valley Master.

This was a person whose voice was heard but whose face was never seen.

Now, revealing himself with divine miracles and openly recruiting disciples was bound to stir a storm.

Even those uninterested in spellcraft were drawn by Ghost Valley Master's influence in Qin Country.

Three days later, a multitude gathered at the foot of the mountain.

These were seekers of the Dao who had come from all directions.

Among them were several elderly individuals with snowy white hair.

"Master has finally reappeared!" an elderly man said, his voice trembling.

Another elderly man beside him was moved to tears. "Haha, it's been over thirty years, hasn't it?"

These men were once Taoist disciples in Yunmeng Ghost Valley.

Out of the original twenty or so disciples, only seven or eight remained.

Those who had survived now held prestigious positions, not quite on par with Shangyang's power but influential in their domains.

"Grandfather, is the Ghost Valley Master truly our grandmaster?"

A young man, his eyes gleaming with excitement, questioned as he stood beside one of the elderly men. He had grown up listening to Ghost Valley Master's tales.

He had always doubted his grandfather's claim of being Ghost Valley Master's disciple; now, he started to believe.

"Of course. Soon, I will recommend you to Master. Make sure to perform well, understood?"

"Understood."

With that, the group of elders led their descendants up the mountain.

Many attempted the climb, but most retreated in fear after reaching the midway point.

A few stubborn souls fell to their deaths.

The elderly disciples, despite their age, ascended quickly thanks to their cultivation.

Their Fetal Breathing Stage cultivation was equivalent to that of an Innate Martial Artist in the mortal world, allowing them to ascend effortlessly.

Upon reaching the summit, they saw a Taoist clothed in white standing with his hands behind his back, poised at the edge of a thousand-zhang cliff without a trace of fear.

Noticing the commotion, Song Lin turned and gazed at the eight elderly men before him. Smiling, he said, "Bai Chong, Su Ji, Zhang Bokao, Sun Dang... You've grown old."

"Disciple greets Master!"

Hearing that their master remembered their names, the group felt deeply touched and overjoyed. They knelt down and kowtowed fervently.

Their feelings for Song Lin were genuine. From a young age, they had trained under him in Ghost Valley, where there were no schemes or conflicts, only an otherworldly sanctuary—a memory they cherished forever.

"Rise." Song Lin gestured lightly with his hand.

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"Now, come forward and pay respects to your grandmaster."

"Disciple-grandson Su Qin!" "Zhang Yi!" "Sun Boling!" "Pang Juan!" "Bai Xuan!" ...

"Greetings to Grandmaster!"

Under their elders' guidance, the eight young people knelt and bowed deeply, performing three bows and nine kowtows.

"No way, such a coincidence," Song Lin thought, feeling speechless.

Could this be the so-called karma?

The other four might not matter, but Su Qin, Zhang Yi, Sun Bin, and Pang Juan were renowned strategists in history.

These figures were practically intertwined with the historical trajectory of the Warring States period.

It was as if Song Lin could already see endless threads of karma beckoning toward him.

He swore under heaven that this was not intentional. Who could've guessed that the disciples he casually accepted years ago would have such legacies? Song Lin had assumed they were all long dead.

Yet, upon reflection, it made sense. Anyone fortunate enough to be accepted into the Immortal Sect was bound to be someone of great destiny; their descendants would be exceptional as well.

A month later.

In addition to the elderly disciples and the eight youths, Song Lin accepted twenty more disciples before announcing the closing of Hua Mountain.

With ghosts and gods guarding the peak, trespassers were not allowed; even repeated envoys from the King of Qin were turned away.

Qi Country, Jixia Academy.

Huan Yuan studied the bamboo scroll presented by his subordinate and sneered. "So, the Fangxian Dao has emerged... Then I, old master, shall establish a Yin Yang School instead. Think you have more people, eh?"

"Men, deliver orders to Lord Qi and the rulers of Zhao, Hann, and Wei: the Four Countries Alliance Army will attack Qin Country!"