Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 298 - 269: Taishan Fengshan, Demon King Emerges

Capital.

The capital is divided into the inner city, outer city, and the imperial city.

The outer city is mostly home to commoners. After Jing Country established its capital here for more than a decade, the capital’s primordial energy has somewhat recovered.

Street vendors call out from both sides of the road, and pedestrians come and go without ceasing.

Everything resembles the previous dynasty, except the clothing and etiquette have changed, and there are fewer people.

In a teahouse, a group of people sits scattered about.

The quality of their clothing is far better than that of the people outside; their thumbs adorned with thumb rings. Thumb rings became popular when the Golden Demon invaded and were originally tools for controlling bowstrings but were later imitated by the Han people as a fashion accessory.

Most of these people’s heads gleamed with shiny baldness, clearly shaved frequently.

Ordinary commoners typically only shave their heads every few months, leaving short stubble on top. Only those with substantial family wealth shave their heads every few days.

A man picked up a crumb of cake, placed it lightly in his mouth, took a sip of tea, and his throat moved up and down, showing a face full of enjoyment.

"Ah, the Daohuaxiang’s pea cake is absolutely authentic, absolutely delightful!"

"Ever since I pledged allegiance to my master, life has improved immensely. Back then, I wouldn’t even have had the qualifications to enjoy these things."

As soon as the man spoke, everyone nodded in agreement.

All of them were bannered bondservants relying on their masters. Even with the leftovers their masters discarded, they lived in relative comfort; compared to the mediocre Han people outside the capital, their lives were significantly better.

"Mr. Lin, tomorrow I will also accompany my master in the campaign. When we’ve conquered the Southern Barbarians, let’s reunite and catch up afterward."

When the topic of warfare came up, the crowd sighed heavily.

"Sigh, those accursed Southern Barbarians. The current Emperor is a rare Holy Master throughout the ages; yet even after filling their bellies, they dare to rebel."

"Exactly! I’m a Han too, but I don’t feel oppressed, so why should they?"

"The Emperor is wise and mighty. This time, with the imperial army’s campaign southward, Shenzhou will surely unify. Perhaps, we might even be elevated to the banners!"

"True, brighter days lie ahead. Let’s toast, tea in place of wine!"

Suddenly, the sound of marching echoed.

The army of Jing Country quickly occupied the streets.

The leading infantry commander scanned the surroundings, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Kill!"

The soldiers drew their blades and began slaughtering indiscriminately.

Several bannered bondservants near the teahouse were beheaded by the charging soldiers, heading off to the Netherworld to enjoy their fortune now.

Similar incidents occurred across the capital and surrounding areas.

The barbaric Jing Country men began another round of plunder and slaughter.

In the northern suburbs, the Heavenly Altar was erected. Countless blood energy gathered as the formation was about to complete.

The Black Mountain Demon seized Wangsi City and wielded supreme authority over the underworld.

But this also confined his movements; he couldn’t easily leave the Netherworld for the Mortal World.

Only through the Blood Sacrifice Technique could he project his power into the Mortal World.

Once he established a ghost country on earth, the Black Mountain Demon would be this world’s absolute king.

Even if he became a Golden Immortal in the future, he wouldn’t have to ascend to the Upper Realm and live subserviently. To rule and dominate here—what could be more satisfying?

Mount Emei.

The Taizhen Sect’s Zhenxing Sect Leader met with Chenhua in the presence of numerous major faction leaders.

Chenhua surveyed the surroundings; the eight major Earth Immortals of the Righteous Sect had all arrived except Zhengxin, who had died.

Zhenxing, being a One Flower Independent Immortal, wasn’t counted among them.

"Fellow Daoists, the demon thief Song Lin’s power is overwhelming. Under his command are three Earth Immortals and three Divine Dragons. No single force can contend with him, so I propose that we unite to eradicate this demon thief!"

"Moreover, the Black Mountain Demon will dispatch ten Yin Generals. If we join forces, we must eliminate the demon thief!"

"We shall follow the leader’s orders completely!"

The crowd willingly complied.

"When shall we act?"

"When the demon thief’s army marches over. At that time, weary from battle, they’ll certainly lower their guard, and we’ll strike them collectively! If they don’t advance, we’ll act in ten days!"

Chenhua smiled coldly inwardly.

In ten days, the Sword Array would be completed. By then, the entire Emei Sect would ascend as one—ascension would be within reach!

Little did these people suspect that both the Righteous and the Evil factions were merely pawns in Master Bai Mei’s grand scheme from a thousand years ago.

The division between Righteous and Evil was deliberately orchestrated by Mount Emei.

As hatred deepened on both sides, it would undoubtedly culminate in an earth-shattering battle. At that moment, Emei could profit from the chaos.

Song Lin’s emergence had disrupted Master Bai Mei’s layout, but overall, it aligned with the grand progression.

Afterward, the north grew eerily quiet.

The Jing Country court engaged in rampant slaughter in the north, inciting endless rebellion.

Northern sects remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to Xuan Country’s advance.

Xuan Country had penetrated south of the Yellow River, capturing the Northwest, the Central Plains, and Qi Land along three fronts.

The Jing Country forces were in disarray, and their governed cities surrendered readily. Jing Country was left with only the areas surrounding the capital and a few territories beyond the pass.

The aristocracy of Jing Country began preparing to flee beyond the pass, yet Emperor Kang Zheng persisted in slaughtering Han people.

Both sides strangely believed in their inevitable victory.

The seemingly unstoppable Xuan Country was instead thought by others to be on the verge of destruction.

Jinling Palace.

Song Lin fiddled with several divine swords in his palm, pondering the path of cultivation back to reality.

The Netherworld Demon Scripture Map could help him break through, but without cultivating Divine Demon skills, he had no way to progress further.

However, Mount Emei possessed the Everlasting Lamp Flame. It was rumored that this item could help achieve Three Flowers Gathering at the Top.

Song Lin was determined to obtain this item.

As for the three Divine Demon Dharma Images of the Netherworld Demon Scripture Map, they could be brought back to reality to allow disciples to cultivate them.

Both the Taoist Soldier Department and the Divine Medium Immortal Department were rather suited to the Divine Demon Skill.

Upon returning, he planned to study this matter slowly, providing them with a new path forward.

Just then, he received news from the front lines.

"Good, prepare for the Taishan Fengshan ceremony!"

Less than two days were left until the catastrophe foretold by the Mount Tai Lady.

The grand show was about to begin.

Song Lin transformed, boarding the Sun God Car.

Whoosh!

Under the cover of the Eye-blocking Technique, the Sun God Car headed toward Mount Tai.

Meanwhile, Ma Jiefu and others were busy preparing the Taishan Fengshan ceremony.

An hour later, Song Lin arrived at Mount Tai.

One hundred thousand Xuan Country troops had gathered there.

"Transmit my command: the army must halt their advance, and the ceremony will sacrifice Mount Tai!"

The order was conveyed through the Tiger Talisman across the directions.

With unparalleled momentum, Xuan Country’s army ceased its march.

Various factions were shocked and rushed to investigate. Upon inquiry, they learned Song Lin intended to perform the Fengshan ceremony.

Everyone thought Song Lin had lost his mind, celebrating before complete unification.

Then, news arrived, leaving them stunned.

Song Lin intended to worship the Mount Tai Lady!

"No!! Curse it, again it’s Mount Tai Woman! I demand more blood!"

Above the capital, dark clouds loomed, and thunder surged wildly.

Emperor Kang Zheng, as if possessed, ordered the demon army to slaughter indiscriminately—not only Han people this time but even his own kin.

He had become utterly alone.

Yet all of this was worthwhile.

The Demon King had promised to grant him an eternal position as Emperor.

The condition was to rear the Human Clan for him, offering a fixed amount of annual tribute.

Kang Zheng hadn’t resisted this proposal.

After all, it wasn’t him who became the grain; his own wealth and status were guaranteed.

Mount Emei!

"Fellow Daoists, the demon thief has gone mad. We must head to Mount Tai at once!"

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(Last night completed the update; today’s word count is eight thousand.)

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