Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology-Chapter 337 - 295 Yuzhen Overseas, Qingxuan Emerges from Retreat

"Senior Zhi Xin, there is someone you might want to meet. Perhaps this person can help you locate members of the Yin Spring Palace."

Song Lin explained Xiangling’s situation and provided the address for the Smoke Cave Ghost Market.

Zhi Xin was slightly surprised.

He hadn’t expected Song Lin to even know about the Yin Spring Palace.

What Zhi Xin didn’t realize was that Song Lin not only knew about the Yin Spring Palace but also knew of their exclusive secret technique, the Netherworld Demon Scripture Map.

The Yin Spring Palace shares significant ties with the Netherworld Tai Mountain Lady.

Perhaps exploring this connection could lead to clues that bridge the story world and reality.

"Alright, you head back first. I’ll take care of what comes next. There aren’t many trustworthy people in the Taoist School. Earth Evil and Heavenly Slaughter are decent folks, but make sure you don’t disclose the secret to them."

Zhi Xin reminded him.

Even if their characters were good, differing interests make it hard to understand others’ true intentions.

"What about Senior Wu Qingxuan?"

Zhi Xin paused before replying, "No need to involve her either. I don’t want her dragged into these disputes."

"Understood," Song Lin replied with a nod.

"Hmm. The Ghost King Sect previously offended many, including quite a few masters. I’ll use the Da Yan Heavenly Mechanism Skill to see if I can locate them."

Song Lin suddenly thought of something.

Zhi Xin preemptively said, "Don’t worry, it’s not to help them seek revenge. We currently lack the strength. If they’re willing to join, they’re welcome. If not, we can treat them as allies."

"That aligns with my thoughts precisely," Song Lin said with a smile.

As expected, Zhi Xin truly understood him.

Seeking revenge wasn’t what mattered; what mattered was how to establish the Taoist legacy.

Song Lin returned to the Donghua Jungle.

The Donghua Jungle was now populated with many unfamiliar faces.

These people looked young, clearly the newly arrived novices.

"Blessings to the Taoist Leader!"

"May the Taoist Leader’s fortune soar to the heavens!"

The crowd greeted him one after another.

Receiving a nod and a smile from Song Lin left each of them feeling overwhelmingly honored.

Luu Yunsheng was one of the talents from the last cycle. Back then, the even more gifted Nan Changfeng had failed during the elections.

That setback made Luu Yunsheng much more reserved.

At this moment, he was returning to the spirit garden with three others.

As a disciple with decent aptitude, Luu Yunsheng still received certain privileges.

"The Taoist Leader is surprisingly approachable, nothing like the rumors!"

"Indeed... the Taoist Leader is truly a good man, entirely devoid of arrogance despite being so skilled."

The crowd didn’t think less of Song Lin because of this. Instead, they held him in even greater reverence.

They had encountered boastful elites so often—experts who reveled in flaunting their strength.

But those like Song Lin, whose rank was as high as the Taoist Leader’s, were true powerhouses.

He might appear amicable on the surface, yet when action was required, his methods would strike like lightning.

"The Donghua Jungle truly is an interesting place," Luu Yunsheng thought to himself, increasingly curious.

Among these newcomers were not only folks from Meilin County but also many aristocrats drawn by the reputation of the Jungle.

From a young age, their elders had earnestly instructed them, warning them about the darkness and dangers of the cultivation world.

They thought they’d prepared themselves well before arriving here.

Yet none of that preparation seemed applicable.

It wasn’t because the Donghua Jungle lacked strictness; on the contrary, it was stricter than any other jungle.

Especially regarding disciplinary rules—violations always resulted in consequences.

The first offense would warrant a warning and meditation, while the second led to expulsion.

For new recruits, this was the protocol; for Taoists, a second offense meant being imprisoned for ten years, while a third offense would lead to having one’s cultivation technique crippled and being demoted to a servant.

Many promising talents, arrogant due to their aptitudes, had been expelled because of this.

Still, the Donghua Jungle wasn’t strictly oppressive.

As long as you abided by the rules, the freedom here was unparalleled, and the treatment was the best.

Unlike other jungles, where one constantly feared being forced by a senior into alchemy labor or incurring the wrath of a Taoist and getting killed.

Such things were absolutely nonexistent here.

The Luu family was a millennium-old clan, and many of their members had died due to such causes.

This left Luu Yunsheng with a lingering question.

Why was the Donghua Jungle so different from the others?

This question had baffled him for ages.

Why, when they could recruit many more talented disciples, would they expel them over reasons others found laughable?

Typically, jungles with such systems wouldn’t last sixty years.

Yet why was the Donghua Jungle thriving?

It was incomprehensible!

This had dampened Luu Yunsheng’s spirits for quite some time.

He feared that he might unknowingly violate one of those absurd rules and get expelled.

"Enough chatter! Have you reviewed the Spirit Grass Scripture yet?"

"Tomorrow, Senior Qingyu of the Capital Institute will host a lecture on spirit grass; a few days after, we’ll guard Spirit Garden No. Jiazi Eight. The treasure medicine and spirit grass there are extremely peculiar—we must thoroughly understand their characteristics to avoid losing our lives for nothing."

The slightly older Advanced Taoist Hann Gang urged.

"Go back and review your notes immediately."

The Donghua Jungle rarely sacrificed lives needlessly for materials or spirit grass.

Yet immortal cultivation remained perilous—every blade of grass or stone could be dangerous.

What might be a trifling matter to a Taoist could pose lethal risks to an ordinary Taoist disciple.

Song Lin often encouraged the temple’s higher-ups to host forums, sharing knowledge and techniques for meridian and true qi circulation.

This helped disciples better handle dangerous situations.

It was also part of their coursework, often rewarded with Taoist Merit points.

"Yes, Senior Hann Gang!"

"Oh, right! Almost forgot—Senior Hann Gang, could you lend me your notes?"

The group abruptly remembered and hurried back to their dormitories to prepare for the morning scramble for seats.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Luu Yunsheng. He stood there motionless.

"I understand now!"

So that’s the reason!

The Donghua Jungle possessed something that almost no other jungle in this world had.

It was an atmosphere.

An atmosphere of true diligence.

An atmosphere fostering focus on cultivation and unity.

A stark contrast to the dreadful environments rife with schemes and paranoia, where everyone guarded against one another.