Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 282 - 254: Prelude to Conflict, The Ultimate Showdown!

Chapter 282: Chapter 254: Prelude to Conflict, The Ultimate Showdown!

Mei Mountain Dao Main Peak.

The unique feature of the Mei Mountain Jungle is that there is a mountain within the temple.

This peak was transported here when Huoyun first took office.

It is now the residence of Zhengsi.

Boom!

At this moment, a violent explosion reverberated through the peak.

The sky was filled with Purple Qi.

The Three Capitals and Five Masters below the mountain stepped out of their doors one after another upon witnessing this.

"Wonderful! The young lord has broken through to the Purple Mansion!"

One of the members of the Three Capitals exclaimed in excitement.

They were Zhengsi’s followers brought over from the Yunzhou Jungle.

All eight of them were in the Core Formation Middle Stage or above, each possessing extraordinary skills, far surpassing the previous Five Masters.

The Purple Qi in the sky was none other than Taichu Purple Qi.

This is an extremely unique type of energy.

A unified mix of turbid Qi and clear Qi, it could be absorbed simultaneously for Qi Refinement and Spirit Stabilizing.

Its grade was First-rank.

At this moment, the Taichu Purple Qi suddenly contracted, forming a pitch-black void-like entrance.

"Three Realms Taichu True Gang, the Purple Mansion is indeed complete!"

Everyone couldn’t help but gasp in admiration.

The Dantian was once a chaotic space before the Purple Mansion.

The Golden Core was like a lonely egg floating in that chaos.

When the Golden Core reached its energy limit, the only way to hold more mana was to break the core and open the mansion.

The hallmark of the Purple Mansion stage is boundless mana.

Some of its spells were extraordinarily exaggerated, capable of even affecting the Heavenly Phenomenon.

Those who didn’t dare open their mansion would resort to using various sword artifacts, cave mansion treasures, or dharma images to undergo Breaking Core and Opening Mansion.

Zhengsi’s Purple Mansion was named the Three Realms Taichu True Gang, representing the second quality transformation of Taichu Purple Qi mana.

The True Gang remained hidden within the Purple Mansion on most days, but when unleashed, its power was unparalleled.

Legend has it that an Ancient Heavenly Master once used this True Gang to obliterate a small star.

"Summon all temple masters and high-ranking members of the jungle; everyone must attend!"

With his Divine Skill perfected, Zhengsi’s heart surged with boldness.

He wanted to show everyone his strength.

The pressure Song Lin imposed on him was immense.

This man had secluded himself in the Black Wind Cave for eight years and had somehow reached Late-stage Core Formation, catching up to Zhengsi’s cultivation progress.

Zhengsi had cultivated for over eighty years, including in the Mei Mountain Blessed Land, to barely break through to the Purple Mansion.

He chose the Mei Mountain Jungle specifically for the Blessed Land.

After all, Blessed Lands capable of affecting time were rare.

Now that he had broken through to the Purple Mansion, Zhengsi finally exhaled in relief.

He had finally widened the gap between himself and Song Lin.

Watching Song Lin grow step by step had been mentally taxing.

As a result, Zhengsi had avoided acting against the Xuanke Temple group over the past eight years, focusing instead on his secluded cultivation within the Blessed Land.

The chasm between the Purple Mansion and Core Formation was immense.

Even though Zhengsi had reached Late-stage Core Formation by age thirty.

Still, it took him over eighty years in the Mei Mountain Blessed Land to break through.

And that was with pills used without regard for cost.

If it were Song Lin, it would have taken at least a hundred years.

"Aren’t you relying on your Small Cave Heaven to reach Late-stage Core Formation at thirty?"

Zhengsi sneered in his heart.

News of the breakthrough spread far and wide.

Especially to the Xuanke Temple faction.

On this day, Song Lin returned to the Real World.

The story world seemed to have reached a stalemate, unable to break through for the time being.

He was waiting for the response from the powerful figures of that world.

Otherwise, it would always be a case of the enemy hidden while he himself was exposed.

As he walked out of the grand hall, a Taoist disciple was already waiting not far off.

"Chief Corpse sent a message, the Taoist has convened a meeting." freeweɓnovel~cѳm

"When?"

"Tomorrow!"

Song Lin pondered for a moment and decided to reveal everything to his people.

Half an hour later, the conference hall.

Seven temple masters had gathered.

Besides Five Ghosts, Mu Ke, and Yun Lian, the others were all disciples from Xuanke.

This was precisely where Song Lin’s confidence lay.

"Zhengsi has finally made his move. If nothing goes wrong, he’ll definitely target us at the meeting."

"We never provoked that guy, so why target us!"

"And what excuse does he have to punish us?"

Five Ghosts Taoist fumed in anger.

"He’s the Taoist; does he need an excuse to handle you?"

Someone countered.

"Then what should we do?" Shi Yinhua frowned deeply.

The vast Taoist framework left him feeling powerless.

Back when Huoyun was in charge, he didn’t dare push too far because Song Lin had Zhi Xin backing him.

Now, Zhengsi himself had an even stronger backer and had broken through to the Purple Mansion.

This surge of momentum made him a formidable opponent, difficult to withstand.

"There’s no choice."

Song Lin uttered those words, and the tension in the room erupted, leaving everyone indignant.

"This is outrageous!"

"How deplorable!"

"However..." Song Lin’s tone shifted, "I have another solution."

The group collectively held their breath, intently listening.

"Declare independence!"

"I’ll soon be granted Refiner qualification, and with strength, Taoist Skills, and the Magic Vein objectives completed, I can petition to separate from the Taoist School!"

Boom!

Their first reaction wasn’t panic but excitement.

As early as eight years ago in that battle, they had utterly lost faith in the jungle.

"I plan to rename Xuanke Temple to Donghua Temple, and simultaneously announce our withdrawal from the jungle!"

The renaming wasn’t because the original name was unpleasant.

It was to declare to both outsiders and their own people a significant shift: their Grandmaster was no longer the Grandmaster Shenxiao of Mei Mountain Jungle.

From now on, their Grandmaster was Song Lin, the Donghua Ancestor of Donghua Temple!

Hearing Song Lin’s declaration, everyone’s gloom lifted.

The next day, at Mei Mountain Jungle.

The jungle facade was given a fresh renovation, with firecrackers resounding constantly.

The townsfolk gathered outside the temple, delighted by the free, unlimited feast.

Chicken, duck, and fish were freely available, and fine wine flowed endlessly.

Though the Taoist School’s dominion was demon-infested, the population hadn’t dwindled drastically.

Thanks to the Taoists’ spells, food production was never an issue.

Even in times of war, some Taoists could mature crops overnight.

The same applied to poultry and fish.

These spells even predated the Taoist School’s history.

After all, cultivators were the successors to ancient witches.

The sky occasionally flashed with tunneling light, streaking into Fire Cloud Peak.

Soon, the grand hall was filled with top members and temple masters.

Song Lin and his eight companions took their seats.

Scanning the room, he noted that apart from unfamiliar faces among the Three Capitals and Five Masters, most were old enemies.

Upon Zhengsi’s succession, the Three Capitals and Five Masters positions had been reshuffled, but the rest were made up of Huoyun’s previous lineup.

Huoyun’s former disciples and the previous temple masters were all present.

Facing their resentful gazes, Song Lin smiled faintly, entirely unfazed.

"Alright, is everyone here?"

Zhengsi cleared his throat.

"Since assuming my role, I have been focused on cultivation and neglected jungle affairs, for which I feel deeply ashamed. I hope you all can understand."

"Taoist’s breakthrough is a great joy; we’re all thrilled!"

"The Taoist’s advancement in cultivation is crucial to the jungle’s future; how could such dedication be termed neglect?"

"Exactly! Taoist, your efforts are commendable!"

The crowd flattered him relentlessly.

Zhengsi maintained a faint smile as he responded to the compliments with a slight bow, his demeanor modest.

"Thank you all for your kindness. Now that I’ve emerged from seclusion, it’s time to address some unresolved issues."

"Master Song!"

Zhengsi suddenly turned his gaze to Song Lin.

"What is it?"

With a frosty glare, Zhengsi said, "Most temples in the jungle are struggling, yet you’ve formed a faction and hoarded the majority of resources. As Taoist, I have the authority to demand the dissolution of your alliance and the redistribution of jungle resources. Do you object?"

"The Taoist is absolutely right! These people have formed cliques, defied orders, and fractured the jungle. It’s time for reckoning!"

"They caused Huoyun Taoist’s death. Reckon with them!"

Zhengsi’s lackeys shouted furiously.

Song Lin stood, meeting Zhengsi’s gaze without faltering: "Whose resources? Aren’t they the ones Xuanke Temple worked tirelessly to earn? How do you have the right to redistribute them?"

"Does Xuanke Temple not belong to Mei Mountain Jungle? Am I not the Taoist of Mei Mountain Jungle? Are jungle resources not mine to allocate?" Zhengsi smiled faintly, "Or are you planning to rebel?"

Clatter!

The Three Capitals and Five Masters, along with eighteen others, rose simultaneously, the atmosphere immediately becoming tense.

"Haha, what a joke! Fine, today I’ll lay it all out."

Song Lin swept his gaze across the room, taking in his people’s anticipation, the hatred of their foes, and Zhengsi’s smugness.

"From this moment onward, Xuanke Temple and the eight other temples—Yunze, Five Ghosts, True Demon, White Bone, Qi Eater, Sword Peak, and Mountain Goblin—will no longer obey Mei Mountain Jungle’s orders!"

"Outrageous! This is treason!"

The Three Capitals and Five Masters immediately erupted in anger.

Song Lin ignored them and led his allies out of the hall.

As he left, a gilded invitation card flew onto the table, an announcement for the renaming ceremony and Song Lin’s Refiner qualification appointment.

"Taoist, this man lacks all respect for authority! Allow me to apprehend him!"

Zhengsi remained silent, a foreboding feeling swelling in his heart.

Though Song Lin hadn’t explicitly stated it, Zhengsi felt he understood.

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