Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 314 - 283: Three Capitals and Five Lords, Mixed Play Journey to the West

Blessed Land Spirit Prohibition Mansion.

Before the Heavenly Altar, Earth Altar, and Water Altar stood.

Earth Evil was leading several assistant officers in auditing the blessed land.

"The spiritual veins of Blessed Land No. 36 Category A have declined. Starting today, the blessed land will be removed from rental and fully restored until it reaches its peak once more."

"Understood!"

"A new water altar blessed land has been discovered in Heavenly Spirit County. According to the rules, the discoverer owns the full rights, with the Taoist School taking 30% as per regulation. Bring the Taichu Qi Collection Bowl to Heavenly Spirit Jungle tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Lord, the Donghua Taoist seeks an audience!"

At this moment, a Taoist disciple arrived.

"Very well, let him in."

Before long, a young Taoist in a purple robe and a mysterious crown, exuding an air of distinction, stepped inside.

"Donghua Taoist! I’ve heard so much about you!"

Earth Evil teased with a chuckle.

"Senior, please don’t overpraise me. It’s giving me a headache," Song Lin replied with a bitter smile.

It seemed a long time would be spent on the Donghua Jungle.

This time, Song Lin had come to exchange for new blessed lands.

After flipping through the records, Song Lin identified three blessed lands:

Earth-Level Tian Ding Blessed Land: A mid-grade blessed land, 300 zhang wide and long. Within its domain, all essence and qi are tenfold that of the outside world. One million dharma coins per year.

Heaven-Level Gold Fire Refining Blessed Land: A mid-grade blessed land, 100 zhang wide and long, containing gold fire qi that enhances qi refinement and stabilizes the divine mind. One million dharma coins per year.

Heaven-Level Lingying Blessed Land: A mid-grade blessed land in the form of a palace, accommodating 36 people. It aids tranquility, focus, spiritual clarity, and suppresses inner demons to improve cultivation speed. Five hundred thousand coins per year.

"I’ll take Tian Ding and Lingying Blessed Lands."

"Very well. A discount of thirty thousand as a Refiner, totaling one million two hundred thousand per year."

Song Lin took out his dharma token and transferred the dharma coins.

Without even blinking, he spent over a million. Even Earth Evil raised his brows at the display.

Nothing else could be said—this young man’s ability to amass wealth was incredible.

"Mid-grade blessed lands require management. Tomorrow I’ll grant you the official certificate of Donghua Fortune Land’s Qi Master, giving you authority over the blessed lands."

"Good!"

Song Lin bade farewell to Earth Evil, preparing to return to Donghua Temple.

Another year, another expense of over a million for the blessed lands.

Donghua Jungle had three major sources of revenue: Moon Bricks, Thunder Pearls, and Dragon Nourishment Pills.

The estimated profitability for the year was 7.2 million.

The total annual base expenditure of Donghua Jungle was roughly 800,000.

Net surplus was about 6.4 million.

True profitability likely began six or seven years ago, yielding a cumulative wealth accumulation of approximately 40 million over the years.

Song Lin had recently used 4,000 Thunder Pearls. Calculated at a production cost of 3,000 per pearl, that amounted to a total of 12 million.

After accounting for various miscellaneous expenses, the accounts still showed over 20 million remaining.

This was the cornerstone for Donghua Jungle’s development.

Donghua Jungle had evolved from Mei Mountain Jungle. According to the Taoist School’s rules, the property of the original temple wasn’t inherited; otherwise, everyone would seek independence.

Revenue from blessed lands accounted for about one-seventh, which was already substantial.

Even with powerful blessed lands, Song Lin didn’t indulge in excessive demands.

After all, these two blessed lands benefited the majority of people.

Time Blessed Lands, on the other hand, were rare and extremely expensive.

The cheapest started at two million a year.

At a glance, these blessed lands seemed impressive but were truly useful to only a small fraction of individuals.

For geniuses, they were cultivation accelerators, but for the majority of ordinary Taoists in the jungle, they were poisonous entities draining their lifespans.

Thus, it was far better to secure blessed lands that benefited the majority.

...

Heavenly Master’s Dojo.

"Father! I want to kill that bastard!"

Zhengsi’s once handsome face turned ferocious. He knelt behind the screen, roaring in indignant fury.

"Silence!"

The Heavenly Master gave a low shout. Zhengsi froze as if struck by thunder, not daring to move a muscle.

"You’ve brought enough disgrace upon yourself. Go into seclusion for ten years. No going out! Dougang Seven Evil Spirits!"

Whoosh!

A dark mist arose over the dim White Jade Square, and seven ghostly figures emerged from it.

The leader, the Taiyin Main Evil, stood 16 feet tall, clad in red robes with a red headscarf, green eyes, and fiery red hair.

"Greetings, Heavenly Master!"

"Escort the young lord back to Mei Mountain Jungle. For the next ten years, do not allow him to leave the blessed land. Let him reflect on his actions!"

The last remark was directed at Zhengsi.

The Heavenly Master’s tone was icy, making Zhengsi feel utterly estranged. It was clear his father was truly enraged this time—all because of that wretched bastard, Song Lin.

"I understand, Father."

Zhengsi replied with his head bowed low.

The seven figures escorted Zhengsi away.

Behind the screen stood a blood-red wooden chair, in which Shengwei reclined. The surrounding darkness was like an ancient behemoth, so encompassing it chilled the soul.

Shengwei’s gaze locked onto the void, as though attempting to see through Song Lin.

"Zhi Xin... Song Lin..."

There was undoubtedly a mystery here, yet he couldn’t discern it. It was as though the Heavenly Mechanism had been obscured, making Song Lin’s roots untraceable.

If his guess was correct, it had to be Zhi Xin’s doing.

Of course, he disdained dealing with a mere junior. What of their great fortune?

At most, they’d acquired some cave mansion or the legacy of an Ancient Immortal.

Even a few Acquired Spiritual Treasures couldn’t catch Shengwei’s eye.

As for avenging his son against Song Lin? Laughable.

All eyes were on the Heavenly Master. If he stooped to targeting a junior over a mere duel, he’d be ridiculed for a thousand years.

What truly concerned him was Zhi Xin.

As a superior, he had to understand the precise capabilities of his subordinates.

But such matters could wait. For now, he’d focus on quelling the rumors without voicing any stance.

He’d use the next ten years to let the matter fade.

More pressing was an even greater matter at hand.

...

Donghua Temple—no, by now it had been renamed Donghua Jungle.

The mountain gate of the original Taoist temple had been dismantled and replaced with a more magnificent entrance, while expanding its size by threefold with additional new halls.

All around, Taoist soldiers transported heavy materials, with the Taoists bustling non-stop.

The Grand Assembly Hall.

Song Lin sat atop the main seat, listening to Shi Yinhua’s report.