Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 124 - 120: Coiled Dragon in the Mirror, Poisonous Snake’s Fierce Fangs (2/3)

Chapter 124: Chapter 120: Coiled Dragon in the Mirror, Poisonous Snake’s Fierce Fangs (2/3)

Just as Song Lin was about to confront Tianyi, the Yin Yang Roulette appeared between them, blocking the descending lightning.

At the same time, a figure emerged, standing before the crowd.

With an elegant crown and wide robes, flowing with grace.

A face as pure as white jade, long whiskers fluttering, resembling an immortal descending from heaven—this very image alone unwittingly inspired goodwill in others.

That man was none other than Wang Qii.

In the instant Wang Qii arrived, the Azure Dragon Hook and the Demon-Suppressing Sword flew automatically to his side—these were his weapons.

"Enough! How long do you intend to cause trouble? Why return to the Central Plains after leaving? The righteous sects do not welcome creatures like you!" Wang Qii rebuked the crowd.

Behind him were the members of the Heavenly Gang Sect.

The so-called Taoist righteous sects glared at them with visible disdain.

Separated for countless years, a deep divide had already taken root between the two sides.

The younger generation of Taoist disciples only knew of them as members of the Demon Sect—the mortal enemies of the righteous sects.

"What’s the Demon Sect doing here?"

"Hurry up and get out of the Central Plains!"

"Exactly! Always bringing chaos wherever you go!"

Wang Qii’s gaze burned with intensity, yet his face remained composed as he looked at the crowd, saying:

"Different paths lead to different destinations. I, a simple Taoist, have never criticized your path. Likewise, do not impose your ideals upon the masses of the world!"

At these words, Xuan Su couldn’t suppress his outrage: "Wang Qii, you’ve got some nerve! If not for Taoist support, how could you have achieved your current standing?"

"Aren’t you supposed to be a carefree immortal? Always unavailable when someone seeks your help, yet now you leap out unexpectedly?" Song Lin mocked.

"Then let’s fight!"

Wang Qii, unwilling to engage in pointless words, stood firm in his resolve. No matter how others tried to condemn him, his heart would remain unmoved.

He had determined that Song Lin and his companions were part of the Demon Path, and so they were.

The Azure Dragon rushed into the ranks, the Black Tortoise transformed into a sky full of Sword Qi.

"Well then! Zhengyang! Xuan Su! Lead your Rampant Soldiers into battle! Do not let them escape! I’ll handle him!"

A pattern emerged on Song Lin’s brow—the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp, it seemed, was fated to fall into his hands today.

Earlier, while listening to the crowd discuss this artifact’s origins, Song Lin learned that it was related to the mirror.

His instincts told him the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp would play a crucial role in accumulating karma quickly.

Having lingered in this world for twenty or thirty years, he was far from reaching one-tenth completion. Without speeding up, he feared he might not catch up with the real world’s timeline.

BOOM!

The two clashed fiercely.

Wang Qii seemed to have found a method to counter lightning, maneuvering with fluid ease.

But it was far from sufficient.

Even as he approached, the Peace Seal and Moonlight Glaze deflected incoming strikes.

Under the Taiyang Golden Pupil and Taiyin Golden Pupil’s effects, no spell or illusion technique could escape his sight.

For all of Wang Qii’s supposedly formidable moves, to Song Lin they appeared riddled with openings, breakable with a single counter.

"Such strength!" Wang Qii’s pupils shrank, his eyes flooded with disbelief.

It had been years since their last encounter, yet Song Lin had not only broken through to the same cultivation level as him, but his mastery of Thunder Skill had reached unparalleled heights.

BOOM!

Song Lin retrieved the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, channeling True Qi into it, summoning an even thicker bolt of lightning.

Amplified by his deep understanding of Thunder Skill, the Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order displayed extraordinary power, resembling a mighty Azure Dragon from afar.

The lightning struck the Azure Dragon Hook and Demon-Suppressing Sword, scattering its electric tendrils and hurling Wang Qii to the ground.

Blood gushed from Wang Qii’s mouth, his pupils dimmed and unfocused.

Having prepared so much, he had previously endured seven or eight strikes of lightning—but now, even a single one was beyond him?

At this moment, darkness loomed over him.

Wang Qii opened his eyes to find Song Lin standing before him, gazing down upon him coldly.

"I am inferior to you. Cough...," Wang Qii sputtered, spitting fragments of his innards as he choked.

As the adage says: A dying man speaks with grace.

Wang Qii asked, "Did I truly err?"

"You erred, radically so."

If the issue had been merely about differing paths, Song Lin wouldn’t have much to say.

Each person has their own aspirations—it cannot be forced.

But the attitude of Wang Qii disgusted Song Lin deeply—it epitomized hypocrisy at its worst.

Towards those who supported him, Wang Qii always acted detached and indifferent, ignoring worldly matters.

Yet whenever the Pudu Zen Temple faced trouble, Wang Qii would spring forth like filth, sickeningly insincere to the extreme.

Wang Qii appeared to embody the archetype of an escapist.

He instinctively avoided responsibility, yet guilt over his years of cultivation within the sect led him to feign justice to mask his irresponsibility.

"We are not truly a Demon Sect. Even Taoism advocates transcendence. In the future, we will strictly regulate the qualifications of Taoists and promote self-reliance, ensuring we do not repeat past mistakes."

Song Lin was not one to be biased.

The chaos instigated by Zhang Jiao and Sunx En could indeed stem from the emperor’s incompetence and rampant corruption; yet it also proved that the current Taoist system was fragile, prone to exploitation by ill-intentioned individuals.

After hearing Song Lin’s analysis, Wang Qii seemed to have a moment of enlightenment: "Perhaps... I’ve been too stubborn... What a pity..."

BOOM!

Song Lin shattered Wang Qii’s skull with a single palm strike.

A faint smile adorned his face, indifferent to Wang Qii’s dying regret.

Song Lin had no interest in staging acts of redemption or sparing lives.

Some mistakes are final.

If villains were to be spared every time they shed tears on their deathbeds, then the death of righteous souls would feel unjust.

Song Lin moved toward the Heavenly Intent Divine Monk, delivering the same lethal palm strike to the monk’s head.

He then approached the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp.

The lamp had an ancient, unadorned aesthetic, with its branches etched in inscriptions resembling those on bronze tripods—the coiled dragon sculpted upon it lifelike, as though ready to spring forth at any moment.

The warming light from the lamp brushed people like a gentle breeze, yet it revealed no extraordinary abilities.

Outside, the other battles concluded, and the group converged around Song Lin.

"The Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp was sought by the Zhengyang Sect long ago, yet it remained elusive. Who would’ve thought it’d be here," Ann Qi remarked.

Song Lin gently touched the lamp’s stand, which was about the same height as himself. Even pressing his palm against it and channeling True Qi yielded no recognition of any hidden power within.

"Perhaps the Bone-shining Mirror could be of use," Song Lin thought.

The lamp was certainly no ordinary artifact; being an item of King Mu of Zhou, it had to harbor some profound mystery.

Song Lin retrieved the Taiyin Bone Mirror; its ancient design hinted it may belong to the same historical period.

Though his cultivation had now exceeded the Divine Establishment level, rendering the Taiyin Bone Mirror mostly redundant, it could still serve a purpose.

By holding the Taiyin Bone Mirror in hand, he carefully aimed it at the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp.

The instant the mirror reflected the lamp, it emitted a burst of golden light.

Through the mirror’s reflection, the coiled dragon depicted on the lamp seemed to come alive, sliding gently along its surface, its emerald eyes gazing at Song Lin.

For a moment, Song Lin thought he was imagining things. The physical lamp remained motionless and unchanged.

But in the mirror, the dragon was undeniably moving.

Song Lin stared at the mirror, the dragon within returning his gaze, an expression of helplessness and a plea for aid in its eyes.

"Could it be weakened?" Song Lin wondered.

After remaining buried underground for so long, it was likely drained of energy.

With that thought, he cautiously reached out to the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp, channeling True Qi into it.

The dragon visibly regained its vigor.

Song Lin realized he had stumbled upon a rare treasure.

After all, this was the legendary dragon that once protected King Mu of Zhou. If brought into the real world, it could prove invaluable during crises.

The immediate priority was helping the dragon regain its strength. Once its energy was restored, it would presumably break free from the mirror.

With this in mind, Song Lin stowed away the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp, Taiyin Bone Mirror, along with the Vajra Pestle and Azure Dragon Hook Demon-Slaying Sword.

"Zhengyang, I leave the mortal matters to you. Support whatever force you deem worthy—I’ll be entering closed cultivation for a time."

Before retreating, Song Lin led his people to the Pudu Zen Temple to pursue another Divine Monk.

To his dismay, the temple had already been evacuated, its core disciples scattered.

Song Lin apprehended a straggling monk, who revealed that the monks had fled to Tianzhu.

Another monk, the Shenxin Divine Monk, was not a man of the Central Plains but a Tianzhu native. Due to his appearance diverging from the aesthetic preferences of the Central Plains, he rarely revealed himself in public.

Nonetheless, behind the scenes, he managed all temple operations.

"Tianzhu, is it?" Song Lin murmured, knowing full well that war was inevitable in the near future.

For now, though, he had unearthed an ancient artifact. He would unravel the mysteries of the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp before responding to the conflict.

In the days that followed, Song Lin found a secluded spot to cultivate, channeling portions of his True Qi into the Coiled Dragon Jade Lamp during his practice.

With the infusion of True Qi, the dragon grew increasingly active, even interacting with Song Lin through the mirror.

It seemed lively and playful.

Five months passed, equating to merely five days in the real world.

......

In the real world.

Song Lin awoke in his room as Erlang God conveyed a message.

"Altar Master, the Chi Hai Scripture Master will convene shortly."

"Understood."

Though he was engrossed in his otherworldly ventures, Song Lin constantly switched between the realms, relying on Erlang God for reminders.

This constant toggling between worlds often left one feeling temporally disoriented.

Song Lin opened the door to find the rain outside had lightened considerably.

Traversing the damp corridor, he reached the central meeting hall.

The Taoists from various temples had largely taken their seats, with Jiuyou seated beside the Chi Hai Scripture Master.

"The prey must be consciously hiding. Let’s not wait idly. A group will accompany me in the search, while the others will disperse across their jurisdictions to reduce losses," the Chi Hai Scripture Master proposed.

"I’ll go with the Taoist brother. Song Lin, return to the Taoist Temple to oversee the rescue. I have great confidence in this disciple." Jiuyou glanced at Song Lin, his sly smile hiding a venomous intent—finally, the serpent had shown its fangs.

To outsiders, this gesture appeared to be a master’s confidence in his student.

Song Lin knew this man intended to lure him away from safety, planning to use the demonic form witnessed earlier to deal a decisive blow.

This tactic was insidious—but Song Lin accepted the challenge!

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