Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 104 - 103: What is Love? Wisdom Sword Forgets Emotions

Chapter 104: Chapter 103: What is Love? Wisdom Sword Forgets Emotions

Tranquility, concentration, wisdom.

The first two are relatively easy to achieve, whether through innate talent or acquired skills. ’Wisdom’ is the hardest to attain; perceiving the illusory, understanding the truth—this is wisdom. It is not an endowment, yet it surpasses all endowments.

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"Pass the Wisdom Barrier by slaying your Heart Demon."

A commanding voice echoed in his mind.

Song Lin slowly opened his eyes, feeling utterly powerless, and detected a pungent smell of disinfectant.

He found himself lying on a white hospital bed, next to a beeping machine.

A doctor with a receding hairline spotted that Song Lin had awakened and smiled:

"You’ve been in a coma for three days. Don’t stay up late next time. If your landlord hadn’t brought you in time, the consequences could have been dire."

Song Lin was struck dumb. Was this the Wisdom Barrier? It felt so real!

Thinking of this, he focused his mind, attempting to summon the *Monster Chronicles*, but no matter how long he tried, there was no response.

Why is it gone?

Could the Taoist Temple experiences have all been fake? What about that voice earlier?

Song Lin couldn’t help pinching himself—it hurt a little.

"Hmm? Is something still bothering you?" The doctor looked puzzled.

"Uh, nothing, I just had a peculiar dream."

"Haha, as vivid as it feels, it’s just a dream. Many people who’ve hovered between life and death say their personalities change afterward—it often stems from not distinguishing the virtual from the real."

"Alright, get some rest now."

The doctor walked out, leaving Song Lin alone, unsettled.

Where is my True Qi? What about the *Monster Chronicles*?

As he pondered, footsteps approached from outside the door.

When Song Lin looked up, he froze, his eyes locked on two familiar yet unfamiliar figures standing before him.

"Dad! Mom!"

For the past period, Song Lin had always avoided confronting one truth—his parents, who were still on Earth. He didn’t dare imagine how they must have felt after losing him.

Now, seeing his father and mother again—graying hair, aged faces, slightly hunched backs.

Was this all fake too?

At this moment, his once resolute heart wavered again.

On one side was an incredibly realistic reality; on the other, a fantastical, bizarre Otherworld.

No matter how real, logically speaking, which one is easier to accept?

"Little Lin..."

His father, an unassuming civil servant not accustomed to expressing emotions, sighed in relief when he saw Song Lin was alright but couldn’t find comforting words. He sat quietly nearby, watching.

"Lie down for now. Your dad and I took leave from work to come here. Have some fruit..." His mother picked up a fruit knife to peel an apple.

"Don’t overwork yourself. Your dad and I aren’t struggling to eat or wear. As long as you and your brother stay healthy, we’re content too. Your father’s chronic leg pain has been fine since we got that blanket a few days ago..."

The ramblings of his parents—a warmth Song Lin hadn’t heard in years—flowed through his heart like a stream.

Yet he couldn’t shake the doubt that this wasn’t the real world.

Song Lin recalled the words he had heard before waking up.

"Slay the Heart Demon, and you can pass the barrier."

He raised his head, looking at his parents in front of him and the knife in his mother’s hand.

If this is an Illusion Realm, then the parents before me must be fake. As long as I seize that knife and sever this mirage, I can clear the barrier.

Having traversed so many worlds, even without True Qi, his killing experience remained intact—a light stroke across the carotid artery.

The blood would gush out instantly, and cutting deep enough would make it hard to save even in a hospital.

His mother put down the fruit knife and handed a peeled apple to Song Lin.

"If you’re feeling out of sorts living elsewhere, come home. Take a year or two off before going back to work."

Sever all emotional attachments, and one transcends the mundane and enters the sacred.

That knife is the Wisdom Sword. Today, I must sever the entanglements of my past life.

With one thought, the heavens and earth broaden, and everything becomes as light as a feather.

Song Lin picked up the knife, resolving himself fiercely.

"What’s wrong?" his mother asked with concern.

"Nothing."

As he looked into his parents’ eyes, Song Lin hesitated again.

What if this is real? If it’s real, wouldn’t it be an irreparable mistake?

But his memory told him it couldn’t be false.

After a long inner struggle, Song Lin suddenly had an epiphany. He picked up the knife and divided the apple into four slices.

"Let’s eat together."

After that, Song Lin returned to his hometown with his parents. He found a job, met someone through an arranged marriage a few years later, and eventually had a child.

Forty years later, in middle age, he buried his parents. In his later years, he bid farewell to his wife.

At the hospital, lying on a sickbed, Song Lin grew old and frail. His children, abroad, couldn’t rush back in time.

Death loomed closer.

But Song Lin’s eyes gleamed brightly.

"So it’s true." He was exhilarated, filled with joy at uncovering his true self.

This was the real Wisdom Sword.

Supreme Forget Love—finding detachment through experiencing love and emotions.

The Heavenly Master’s Path was the path of Supreme Forget Love, a path of immense love rooted in emotion. Loving oneself, loving all things.

It was never about cutting off all emotions and attachments. True detachment is about acceptance and letting go, not elimination.

The so-called sword that severs emotions and desires is not the Wisdom Sword but merely an ordinary blade. Believing severing love leads to peace only drives oneself to a dead end.

Today you cut off your love for your parents; tomorrow, it’s your romantic love. If every time desire arises, it must be severed, what’s to stop you from cutting off your own parts of desire eventually?

In such a way, at the end of cultivation, all that remains would be a cold, lifeless stone.

On his hospital bed, Song Lin closed his eyes.

The surrounding scenery faded rapidly.

Wisdom Barrier broken!

From now on, his heart bore no delusions.

Song Lin opened his eyes. They were still meditating at the mountain’s foot. Beside him were Hua Qing and Shi Yinhua.

As he stood, Hua Qing suddenly spurted blood and turned pale, then was pulled away by an invisible force.

Shi Yinhua, however, remained composed, showing signs of awakening.

This surprised Song Lin greatly.

Without delay, Song Lin ascended the mountain peak.

All eyes focused on him.

Master Huoyun’s smile vanished as he observed Song Lin’s every move with intensity.

Since his succession, spanning 120 years, no one had ever successfully claimed the Five Thunders Order.

Perhaps this kid could work a miracle.

Of course, "no one claimed this Order" applied to those at the level of Divine Establishment and below. Master Huoyun himself could easily claim it, though it held no use since it was his inheritance already.

Keeping this in mind, Master Huoyun carefully studied Song Lin advancing up the mountain.

The final test awaited—passing the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Seal’s recognition.

Meanwhile, in Shanyin County, at Xuanke Temple.

Inside the Master’s Hall, a Taoist with goat horns atop his head was cultivating.

With each breath, Demonic Qi coiled around him, and countless Divine Demons attended.

For a long while, Jiuyou concluded his practice, his pupils now vertical, his face cycling through joy, anger, sorrow, and fear—emotions flashing and changing as though some force within fought to control him.

"This body grows increasingly inadequate. The matter with Shi Yinhua should almost be completed now, right?" Jiuyou thought silently.

Since the incident with Ziyuan, Jiuyou had become fully demonized except for his consciousness.

Left unchecked, his consciousness would be steadily eroded, and he would fully turn into a demon with no ties and no humanity.

Jiuyou’s solution was to take over a new body, one capable of resisting Demonic Qi without being corrupted.

Only Shi Yinhua fit those criteria.

Shi Yinhua, born of a corpse mother who gave birth after eighty-one days,

was neither human, ghost, demon, nor devil.

"The day I return will be the day I am reborn."

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