Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 213 - 198 Immortal Martial True Skill, The Grand Fasting Liturgy Begins

Chapter 213: Chapter 198 Immortal Martial True Skill, The Grand Fasting Liturgy Begins

Danxia Great Saint was utterly shocked, unable to believe the scene before him.

How could it be that he, with strength akin to Immortal Gods, was unable to subdue this Coiled Dragon?

The Coiled Dragon’s gaze seemed to reveal a trace of mockery as it suddenly bit down on Danxia Great Saint’s arm.

Danxia Great Saint’s vision darkened as he felt his entire strength draining away in an instant.

Li Zhan reacted quickly. Taking advantage of Danxia Great Saint’s inattention, he immediately rushed toward the rear hall.

Now that an Immortal had come to his rescue, he absolutely couldn’t become a burden.

Boom!

A series of deafening thunderclaps echoed behind him, their brilliance illuminating the land ahead, briefly turning the midnight darkness into daylight.

Before Li Zhan could flee out of the main hall, Song Lin’s voice echoed from behind him.

"No need to run!"

Li Zhan turned back to see the great hall now empty, with only Song Lin standing there, alongside a golden knife lying on the ground.

"Huh? Where are they?"

"All dead—reduced to ashes."

Under the relentless barrage of thunderbolts, survival was impossible.

Of course, Song Lin had spared two individuals.

Cupping a jade box in both hands, he revealed two tiny shrunken figures within—Wang Zhen and Xin Gongping.

After stowing away the jade box, Song Lin turned to the approaching Li Zhan, smiling gently. "Your Majesty, are you unharmed?"

"I am fine... and you are?" Li Zhan, knowing the man before him was no ordinary scholar of the imperial academy, adopted a respectful demeanor, especially as this was the person who had just saved his life.

Little did he expect that the good karma he sowed in the past would bloom into a lifesaving straw this day.

"I am Donghua of the Pre-Qin Qi Cultivators, paying respects to the Emperor!" Song Lin cupped his hands in a salute.

"A Pre-Qin Qi Cultivator? Does this mean you’ve lived for a thousand years?" Li Zhan’s eyes lit up, and he suddenly knelt before Song Lin.

"Immortal, you’ve saved the Great Tang!"

"I am powerless. All of this is the handiwork of a hidden mastermind. Unless that mastermind is found, the calamities of the Great Tang will persist."

The royal family was already plagued by demons, and how could the vassal towns across the country be any different?

At least the imperial court maintained decorum, while magicians and demons in the vassal towns operated openly and brazenly.

Killing Danxia Great Saint did not mean the matter had ended—of this, Song Lin was certain.

Danxia Great Saint did not bear the unique aura emitted during that mysterious gaze from before.

In other words, that mysterious gaze was bound to appear again soon.

Hearing Song Lin’s words, Li Zhan’s face turned ashen.

"What should we do?"

Song Lin responded indifferently, bending to pick up the golden knife. "Relying on others is no solution—why not cultivate with me? There will surely come a day for revenge."

It wasn’t out of any altruistic intent on his part.

To his eyes, the Emperor was but an ordinary man. Why demons were so hell-bent on sending the Emperor to his ascension remained a mystery—did he possess some unique secret?

After a moment of inner struggle, Li Zhan ultimately bowed deeply to Song Lin.

"Li Zhan is no more. Disciple Wu Zhan pays respect to my Master."

"Rise."

Under Wu Zhan’s guidance, Song Lin located Luo Gongyuan’s iron tablet and then returned to Zhaowen Pavilion.

From that day on, Zhaowen Pavilion gained a new, ordinary-looking bookboy.

This bookboy spoke little, always following closely beside Song Lin. Only when no one else was around would he gaze wistfully at the sky, lost in his thoughts.

In the seventh year of the Immortal, a new emperor ascended to the throne with the backing of the eunuchs.

Li Zhan’s name became part of history.

On the night of the lightning storm, when the winds and clouds converged, both Emperor and powerful eunuch vanished. The common folk dismissed it as Heaven’s retribution for a fatuous ruler and a sinister eunuch.

In the eighth year of the Immortal.

On this day, Song Lin deciphered a secret technique.

Inside Zhaowen Pavilion, Song Lin carefully studied a book in his hands.

Beside him, Li Zhan practiced the cultivation path, guarded by two invisible ghostly figures.

The two figures were Xin Gongping and Wang Zhen.

On that fateful day, Song Lin had extracted partial truths from their confessions.

It indeed aligned with his suspicions—Danxia Great Saint and the so-called General of the Ghost Army were mistaken in believing themselves to be in control.

Danxia Great Saint was a monkey from the Ancient Min Region, and the General was a Sui Dynasty officer.

They sought rewards from the Great Dao by aiding the ascensions of ascending Immortals amongst the royalty.

Every time they helped a major figure ascend, they received rewards from the Great Dao—a potent energy that allowed them to break through realms swiftly.

Having outlived their utility, Song Lin spared their lives, making them assist in consulting records instead.

The book before him, titled True Dragon Tiger Nine Immortals Scripture, was the collaborative masterpiece of Luo Gongyuan and Ye Fashan.

This cultivation technique detailed the "Immortal Martial True Skill."

The realms, ordered from highest to lowest, included: Heavenly Hero, Immortal Hero, Spirit Hero, Wind Hero, Water Hero, Fire Hero, Qi Hero, Ghost Hero, and Swordman. This Immortal Martial system was comprehensive and self-contained.

The realms could also be split into six stages.

The First Realm was Swordman; the Second, Ghost Hero; the Third, Qi Hero; the Fourth was Water and Fire Hero; the Fifth, Wind and Spirit Hero; the Sixth, Immortal Hero; and the Seventh, Heavenly Hero.

This was a swordsmanship-centered path, refining all things into swords.

"One who practices swordsmanship must first gather essence, then ignite their inner fire. The lungs serve as wind; the liver as charcoal; the spleen as yellow clay; the kidneys as moon and sun essence; the body as the alchemical furnace—one breath constitutes the method, refining breath into the sword!"

Song Lin immersed himself for three full days and nights before suddenly forming a sword gesture with his fingers.

Swish!

Mana surged from his body, coalescing into a pitch-black treasure sword.

The treasure sword was formless and intangible, scattering into inky mist before converging into the shape of a blade.

Like a ghost, it earned the title of Ghost Hero.

Achieving the Second Realm was equivalent to entering the Fetal Breathing Realm.

A few days later, Song Lin advanced to the realm of Qi Hero.

He exhaled once, and out came a three-foot Qingfeng blade, even more formless, an even greater phantom, killing in absolute stealth.

In the wilderness, Song Lin stood at the edge of a jungle.

"Heh!"

Song Lin exhaled a three-foot white stream of qi.

The qi solidified into an azure crystalline treasure sword.

The sword dispersed, becoming countless streams of Sword Qi.

Swish!!

Hundreds of trees ahead were severed at their midpoints!

"What an excellent technique!!"

Song Lin exclaimed in approval.

This sword art was known as the Heavenly Escape Sword Technique.

The Immortal Martial method shaped the essence of the five internal organs and breath into swords, boasting immense offensive power and unparalleled killing ferocity.

What was more, it also accelerated his refinement of Ren Water for Nourishing Pill cultivation.

Simultaneously cultivating both techniques sped up the process.

The Jade Liquid Rejuvenation Great Success was fast within reach; entering full Nourishing Pill success would propel him to Core Formation Middle Stage.

"Next are Water Hero and Fire Hero. Both are comparable, differing only in nature. If I must choose one... then Fire Hero it is." Song Lin deliberated inwardly.

This stage was equivalent to the Divine Establishment Realm. Unlike that realm, however, the Water and Fire Heroes offered unique escape techniques upon mastery.

Between the two, Fire Hero held a slight edge. Fire Heroes could transform into flames and fly at will, whereas Water Heroes were confined to regions with water.

From that point onward, Song Lin resumed his cultivation.

In the ninth year of the Immortal: uneventful. Song Lin breached the Third Realm, transforming into a Fire Hero, wielding a fire sword of unparalleled speed.

In the tenth year of the Immortal: uneventful. Vassal towns fractured, monsters ran rampant.

The royal family brewed fresh conspiracies.

Yet in the real world, the Xuanke Great Fast commenced, diverting Song Lin’s attention entirely.

...

In a sealed chamber within the real world.

Song Lin opened his eyes, a streak of black qi flashing within.

Before him floated an ink-like treasure sword.

"Go!!"

With a light gesture, the sword detonated into ten blades, striking hard against the walls before dissipating into smoke, leaving behind ten tiny holes.

This was the Sword of Ghost Hero.

Song Lin pulled up his status panel.

Name: Song Lin

Realm: Core Formation Stage

Years of Taoist Realm Practice: 105

Divine Skills: Golden Liquid Jade Liquid Rejuvenation Scripture, True Dragon Tiger Nine Immortals Scripture, Cloud Seal Mystical Character Jade Scripture, Innate Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Generalization True Technique, Heavenly Escape Sword Technique, Taiji Xuanzhen Heavenly Master Seal Scripture, Heavenly Repairing Demon Seed Skill, Innate Eight Diagrams, Six Yang Platinum Divine Thunder, Taiji Thunder Escape True Technique...

Buffs: [Emperor Seal][Qi Control Six Voids][Moon Cultivation Great Witch][Golden Crow Yang Pattern]

Items: Five Thunders Heavenly Master Order, Temple Emperor Seal, Emperor’s Coiled Dragon Jade, Heavenly Demon Stomach, Nine...

"Another cultivation technique, another sword art. Rejuvenation Scripture even complements the Nine Immortals Scripture. While practicing swordplay, I can simultaneously refine pills—’Heart as True Fire, Lungs as Wind, Liver as Charcoal, Spleen as Yellow Clay, Kidneys as Sun and Moon Essence.’ Refining pills is merely an incidental byproduct of swordsmanship."

Song Lin’s heart brimmed with elation.

Not only had his speed increased, but he was also mastering Taoist Skills while refining pills. Could there be a more rewarding endeavor in the world?

After tidying up, Song Lin roused his disciples retreating in seclusion, one after another.

The group then assembled outside the grand hall.

At this moment, Shi Yinhua and an exceptionally beautiful lady were busy arranging the ceremonial venue.

The sky was adorned with an expansive canopy of five-colored cloth, from which hung countless yellow cloth runes, while the ground was laid with a talismanic carpet centered around a Nine-Foot Altar of Five-Colored Earth.

Rows of golden pearwood chairs flanked the setup, while the kitchens busily prepared food and drink in the rear.

All participants wore formal attire—gold-threaded dharma robes, dragon phoenix embroidered robes, dragon-patterned purple robes adorned with meticulous ceremonial accessories, such as talismans, official certificates, seals, bells, and measuring sticks, in strict adherence to ritual protocols.

Every participant had fasted in preparation, used rootless dharma water, wolf-hair demon-expelling brushes, and hundred-year-old black turtle-blood ink for their writings.

One by one, participants began arriving.

Masters of the True Demon Temple Qinghong, the Five Ghosts Temple, the White Bone Temple Tongyou, the Divine Connection Temple Xuanzhen, the Qi Eating Temple Yunying, and the Chaozhen Temple Master Chaozhen—all made their entrances.

It wasn’t solely a testament to Song Lin’s reputation; much of the attendance owed to his affiliation with the Taoist Method Meeting.

After all, it had been over a century since the Mei Mountain Jungle produced someone who reached this level.

Now that one had emerged, how could others not be intrigued?

Moreover, Song Lin’s consistent refusal to entertain visitors had forced them to attend the ceremony to catch a glimpse.

"Master Song!"

"Master Song, merciful and benevolent!"

"May Master Song’s Taoist Energy prevail!"

Song Lin responded with warm smiles to each greeting.

After all, he had yet to openly clash with Fire Cloud. He had even served as a witness for Fire Cloud at the Dragon Ceremony back then.

However, after today’s event, many would likely sense the irreconcilable conflict brewing between him and Fire Cloud.

Song Lin mused inwardly.

At that moment, the silver-haired Chaozhen Temple Master approached and whispered:

"Master Song, did you kill Chi Hai?"

"Never!" Song Lin immediately denied.

"Jiuyou, Tianwu, Heluo, Chi Hai... Did you kill all these people? You’re bold, young man. What’s next—will you dare to kill the Taoist Master himself?" snarled the Chaozhen Taoist, half-angry, half-resigned. "My old bones cannot endure the fright you youngsters give me these days."

"Please, fellow Taoist, don’t speak nonsense. I wouldn’t dare target the Taoist Master!"

"Not only would you dare, but you’d also actually do it!"

"Taoist Master!"

"Taoist Master!"

Their conversation was interrupted by renewed greetings.

Fire Cloud had arrived, accompanied by the Three Capitals.

He responded to the crowd’s salutations with slight nods, striding straight toward Song Lin. With a grin that didn’t reach his eyes, he remarked, "Impressive. Hosting a Dharma Assembly without informing me?"

"Haha, forgive me, Taoist Master. You are occupied with important matters. How could such a trivial assembly dare trouble you?"

"Oh, is that so? I had thought you’d grown so bold as to disregard me, this Taoist Master, entirely."

Fire Cloud’s tone was friendly, but his words reeked of hostility.

Those with keen intuition immediately sensed something amiss.

Fire Cloud and the Three Capitals took their seats, appearing slightly lower than Song Lin’s position. Yet Fire Cloud was unbothered, exuding an air of utmost confidence.

This was his strategy for the day: elevate Song Lin only to knock him down spectacularly.

He knew of Song Lin’s involvement with the demon fox during the ritual of receiving a liturgy—this was his trump card.

"This upstart likely thinks Master Zhi Xin’s favor gives him absolute freedom. Mixed with youthful arrogance, he’s truly swelling with overconfidence."

If Song Lin had followed Chi Hai’s approach—laying low and only emerging at critical moments—it could have compelled Fire Cloud’s caution. But instead, Song Lin had taken a reckless path.

"Does this boy truly believe Master Zhi Xin is at his beck and call?"

In Fire Cloud’s eyes, Master Zhi Xin’s protection was nothing more than a senior’s occasional goodwill toward a junior.

Song Lin’s flamboyant behavior would not only squander this goodwill but alienate his patron entirely.

Having navigated Taoist politics for decades, Fire Cloud understood this fundamental truth: those in power may give to you, but you must never demand.

The Dharma Assembly soon commenced.

Song Lin stood before the altar, flanked by the Three Capitals and the Eight Deacons.

He burned incense, recited prayers, poured offerings, and blew the dharma conch...

"High Heavens above, this disciple, Song Lin, humbly presents: twelve cultivators at the Divine Establishment Realm, a hundred and five Qi Refining Taoists, six hundred and fifty-five Taoist disciples..."

The onlookers were astounded as Song Lin recited these numbers.

Twelve cultivators at the Divine Establishment Realm?

Song Lin had only been active for a few years. From an initial count of three Divine Establishment cultivators, his numbers had grown to twelve.

Such rapid growth was astonishing.

Clearly, the rewards from the Divine General’s Meeting were exceedingly generous!

The crowd couldn’t help but feel envious.

Soon, the liturgy reached the segment where disciples formally received a talisman.

Fire Cloud sat upright, exchanging glances with the Three Capitals.

Excellent. The show was about to begin.

"Now commencing the Thunder Department’s talisman reception! Thunder Department disciples, step forward to receive your talismans!"

Twelve Taoist disciples stepped out.

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