Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 122 - 118: Plan to Kill the Master, Righteous Path Hypocrite (3/3)

Chapter 122: Chapter 118: Plan to Kill the Master, Righteous Path Hypocrite (3/3)

Song Lin utilized all his lifelong skills, channeling every enhancement he had onto himself.

Five Thunders Skill, Wood Control Technique, Water and Fire Technique... he unleashed them all. The ghosts and gods manifested by Jiuyou’s body were completely obliterated, and even its true form was impacted.

Afterward, Song Lin soared into the sky.

However, escaping the clutches of a Core Formation Stage demon during the Divine Establishment Period—is easier said than done.

Jiuyou swiftly adjusted its state and rushed into the sky in hot pursuit.

Song Lin flew in the direction of the Bat King’s domain.

"It really is Song Lin!"

Hua Qing, watching Song Lin’s figure fly by, couldn’t help but grow excited.

This guy knows how to handle things—always here when it matters!

Song Lin stopped near the Bat King’s vicinity, turned around, and looked at Jiuyou in pursuit, his face lighting up with joy, "Master! You’ve finally arrived! Did you come to help your disciple defeat the demon?"

His voice boomed, infused with True Qi, echoing clearly within tens of miles around.

"You!" Jiuyou’s face twisted in confusion, unsure of what trickery Song Lin was planning, just as Jiuyou prepared to strike.

Instinctively shifting his gaze to the side, Jiuyou suddenly saw through Song Lin’s despicable plan.

It turned out to be Taoist allies from the Mei Mountain Jungle. And wasn’t that a dharma image of the guy from Chi Hai not far away?

At this very moment, Jiuyou realized Song Lin’s malicious intent.

Song Lin wagered that Jiuyou wouldn’t dare to kill him, especially not when surrounded by such a public crowd.

Looking at the nearby Song Lin, unmoving and without a trace of defensive preparation, Jiuyou’s expression shifted to alternating shades of green and white. His fingertip hovered inches from Song Lin’s brow but was ultimately forced back.

"You win this time... there’s always tomorrow." Jiuyou’s voice dropped into a deep growl.

After all, Jiuyou was still a temple master, and Song Lin was nominally his disciple—there was time.

Jiuyou redirected his murderous intent, aiming instead at the nearby Bat King.

Chi Hai’s Scripture Master arrived tardily, but with two experts simultaneously attacking, the Bat King and all his minions were wiped out within an hour.

The dharma image revealed its true form: an elder Taoist cloaked in a mystic robe, exuding a sinister aura, with intricate dragon and phoenix embroidery on his garments.

At a glance, Song Lin instantly recognized him—it was the Scripture Master who had presided over the Three Passes Conference in the past.

"Junior pays respect to the senior!" Song Lin greeted respectfully.

"No need for formalities." Chi Hai’s Scripture Master patted Song Lin on the shoulder, smiling kindly. "Your performance was impressive. Jiuyou, you’ve found yourself a talented disciple."

"You flatter me, Taoist," Jiuyou responded with a forced smile.

Hua Qing and the others flew up from the ground and exchanged pleasantries for a while. Soon after, Chi Hai’s Scripture Master invited everyone to rest and recuperate at the campsite.

"Thank you, Taoist." Before Jiuyou could decline, Song Lin had already accepted enthusiastically.

Jiuyou’s lips twitched slightly but, in the end, had no choice but to follow along.

If Song Lin stayed close to Chi Hai’s Scripture Master, Jiuyou wouldn’t have the opportunity to strike.

The group of people flew deep into the mountain range.

The mountains rolled endlessly, resembling the spine of a divine dragon.

At the center stood a towering peak, seemingly resembling the head of a dragon.

This was Dragon Head Peak.

The jungle’s temporary campsite. Though desolate, the high vantage point allowed them to survey the surrounding terrain.

"A big fish has entered, killed people, and is now hiding deep in the mountains. We’ve been searching for it relentlessly, but it’s very cunning. The Taoist must let us finish the task."

Temporary palaces had been erected on the mountain. Taoists bustled in and out, some hailing from the jungle sect, others dispatched temporarily by other Taoist temples.

"You all stay here to recuperate; there’s no rush in heading out just yet. Jiuyou, we need to discuss how to track this Great Demon."

Hua Qing escorted Song Lin to his assigned room.

"Many thanks for your assistance, Taoist; I am endlessly grateful."

Despite his carefree demeanor, Hua Qing clearly valued Song Lin’s intervention and kept that kindness close to his heart.

"A mere effort unworthy of your thanks." Song Lin waved dismissively.

"I won’t disturb you further. Rest well, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate to inform me."

With the door closed firmly, Song Lin scanned his surroundings briefly before summoning Erlang God to stand guard at the entrance.

Song Lin sat cross-legged, the Golden Crow Pattern emerging faintly on his brow, as he began refining his spirit while plotting his next move.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Divine Establishment Period

Taoist Realm: Fifty-five years

Divine Skills: **Taiyin Secret Technique**, **Temple Taoist Skill**, **Peace Xuanke Soul Refining Technique**, **Moon Cultivation Skill**, **Innate Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Generalization True Technique**, **Taiji Xuanzhen Heavenly Master Seal Scripture**, **Heavenly Repairing Demon Seed Skill**.

Enhancements: **Qi Control Six Voids**, **Moon Cultivation Great Witch**, **Temple Emperor Blessing**, **Golden Crow Yang Pattern**.

Possessions: **Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order**, **Temple Emperor Seal** (both Spiritual Artifacts), **Cassia tree**, **Taiyin Bone Mirror**, **red umbrella**, **Heavenly Demon Stomach**, **Nine Yang Sword Talisman**...

After this period of cultivation, his Taoist Realm had advanced significantly.

The Taoist Skills of this story world also began manifesting tangible effects in the real world, while his Five Thrones Taoism had entered the beginning stages, thanks to the feedback from the story world.

Now, all that’s left is time—just a matter of time before he grows even stronger.

Externally, demons and ghosts lurk; internally, Jiuyou plots possession.

"I want to kill that bastard..."

Song Lin’s mind conjured an image of Jiuyou’s sinister and venomous visage.

Who knew this guy would eye his body? Is there anything more revolting in the world?

If internal disputes remain unsettled and lingering distractions abound, how could he face the incoming demon invasion?

Jiuyou has concealed himself well, his secrets buried deep for years—surely employing some Secret Technique.

With no evidence to support his claims, Song Lin knew that exposing Jiuyou prematurely would only alert the snake.

After lengthy contemplation, Song Lin’s eyes suddenly lit up: "Why not leverage Hua Qing’s connections and bait Jiuyou into exposing himself?"

With the plan vaguely forming in his mind, Song Lin felt an unexpected calm settle over him.

No need to rush into the lower mountain; merely await the moment Jiuyou reveals his hand. Meanwhile, considering the Great Demon lurking in Dragon Head Peak, Hidden Sword Manor likely posed no immediate issues.

After much thought, Song Lin decided he would enter the story world again.

This place was undoubtedly safe; Jiuyou wouldn’t dare to act here, no matter his audacity.

Furthermore, Song Lin wouldn’t stay inside for days but would occasionally emerge to assess the situation.

It had been over half a year within the story world—who knows how much the Nuogao Record World had transformed?

...

Nuogao Record Institute, Year Thirty-One.

Sea Han Country, Star-picking Tower.

A thousand feet above ground, beneath a canopy of stars, Song Lin formed the Carefree Seal with his hands, entering an unparalleled state of Unity of Heaven and Man.

Golden Crow marks faintly radiated from his brow while Innate Pure Yang Qi bathed his entire form.

Time flowed endlessly—sunlight and moonlight turned in succession.

Radiance emitted from Song Lin intensified with each passing moment, his soul shone resplendently with golden light, until his very existence resembled a luminous sun.

BOOM!

Under the dark cover of night, the entirety of Sea Han Country witnessed a brilliant sun illuminate the skies.

Song Lin rose to his feet, his eyes closed, quietly sensing the flow of newfound power within.

His body emanated soft moonlight while behind his head, a radiant Sun Wheel subtly revolved.

Two energies—Taiyin Moonlight True Qi (Yin) and Innate Pure Yang Soul (Yang)—with entirely opposing natures were now astoundingly harmonious in their fusion.

Yet, one final fleeting catalyst was missing for perfection.

Once discovered, he would reach the fabled stage of Core Formation.

The quality of a Golden Core depends on its refining materials; higher-level True Qi and Soul energies yield better quality cores.

Under identical realms, those with superior Golden Cores naturally emerge victorious.

That’s why earlier stages often demand emphasis on quality—to ensure smoother paths in later cultivation.

The anomaly atop the Star-picking Tower attracted countless onlookers, including key figures such as Zhengyang, Ann Qi, and the Four Great Sect Masters.

"Congratulations Grandmaster on achieving mastery of the Divine Skill!"

The crowd burst into enthusiastic celebration.

The so-called Great Success of Divine Establishment is essentially the equivalent of Perfect Dharma and is considered the threshold of Half-step Heavenly Human in this world.

Back when Wang Qii reached this realm...

Before Song Lin had achieved mastery, he could already defeat Wang Qii with ease.

Now that he’s attained Great Success, his strength verges on unmatched.

Whether this holds true when facing the Four Great Arhats remains unknown.

"Zhengyang! How fares the Central Plains?" Song Lin asked with vigor, enjoying the practical benefits as much as the illusionary prestige.

"The major clans and sects across the land are rife with rebellion, while Pudu Zen Temple has begun striking deals."

"Do we know whom they’ve bet their chips on?"

"Likely the Li Family of Longxi."

Pudu Zen Temple, in its pursuit to maintain a righteous reputation and appear detached from worldly affairs, established the Temple of the Other Shore.

The Temple served as the so-called "union of the righteous path," manipulating political transitions in mortal realms for its own agendas.

"Grandmaster, the activities of the Temple’s members have become overly arrogant. They’re aggressively coercing everyone to recognize their so-called True Heavenly Son—failure to comply brands one as part of the Demon Path," Xuan Su seethed.

Over recent years, while occasionally meddling in worldly matters, Xuan Su found himself nearly disgusted to death by their duplicity.

Despite animosity toward Pudu Zen Temple, there had always been an understanding—they were enemies, engaging in ruthless tactics as expected.

Their true indignation lay with Wang Qii and others posing as paragons of righteousness.

For years, their machinations had successfully vilified them, branding Song Lin and his allies as disciples of the Demon Sect.

Former subordinates like the Heavenly Gang Sect and its numerous affiliate Taoist temples now shunned them entirely.

Meanwhile, Wang Qii ascended into the revered stature of Grandmaster within the Taoist community, deeply adored by all.

As for Song Lin’s reputation—a stench beyond measure, largely thanks to Confucian scholars entwining his legacy with widespread Qin Dynasty vilification. To them, Song Lin, the architect of the dynasty, was no less than an unforgivable monster.

Song Lin listened quietly to their grievances, without displaying much emotion.

"Grandmaster, when will you lead us into the Central Plains and deliver Wang Qii’s head?"

Patience had dwindled among the group; hearing the name of this hypocrite only fueled their rage.

Whenever the Taoist schools encountered trouble, Wang Qii assumed the role of the carefree immortal, disinterest dripping from his demeanor.

Yet the moment Pudu Zen Temple faced challenges, the man raced in blinding haste to pledge his allegiance—a sycophant masquerading as impartial.

"Tomorrow we depart," Song Lin declared. "All of you will follow me back to the Central Plains to confront these pretenders."

"Perfect timing," Zhengyang’s eyes gleamed malevolently. "Various factions have assembled in Chang’an recently, seemingly vying for some ancient treasure. Let’s crush their bravado!"

"What preparations will we need?"

"None."

Song Lin mused on accelerating the story world’s events. After decades of cultivation supported by ample resources, his Spirit Refining reached Great Success—qualifying him among the realm’s top-tier masters.

Bringing the story world to a rapid conclusion might yield artifacts useful for combating the real-world’s looming dangers.

As for real-world threats, there appeared to be sufficient time before revealing cornerstones like the Hidden Sword Manor.

At dawn.

An imposing group set forth, promising the return of the long-forgotten "Four Great Demon Sect Leaders" to the Central Plains.

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