Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 241 - 219: Leader of the Magic Meeting, I Possess the Great Dao.

Chapter 241: Chapter 219: Leader of the Magic Meeting, I Possess the Great Dao.

"Let me give an example. Suppose you want to calculate your age. How old are you this year?"

"One thousand three hundred and twenty-five years."

"Good. If you don’t have the ability to calculate accurately, you can first determine whether you are over two thousand years old."

"If not, take the midpoint between a thousand, which counts as a thousand years. If yes, then take the midpoint between a thousand and two thousand, which is one thousand five hundred. If no again, take the midpoint between a thousand and one thousand five hundred, which is one thousand two hundred and fifty..."

Divide it step by step.

No need to exhaustively calculate one by one, but keep subdividing through a simple ’yes or no’ calculation, not requiring high attainment, just to find out the truth or falsehood of a matter.

This is the dichotomy method.

Other methods require very strong Heavenly Human Connection to calculate accurately. This method, once calculated through, will eventually come out.

This method Song Lin does not intend to keep to himself.

It’s a very simple theory, only previously too few people studied the Sixty-four Trigrams and did not realize it.

With Song Lin’s bit of guidance, many people understood the key trick.

"So that’s how it is! Surprisingly simple!"

"Haha, talent indeed! How could I not think of it?"

Everyone was in a moment of regret.

This method is not a miracle, but its practicality is astonishing.

For instance, some people whose strength is a bit lacking in calculating some matters can only vaguely understand a general idea. They can use this method to make the result more accurate.

Indeed, the Art of Divination also depends on the realm.

A Taoist who has achieved Core Formation might find it difficult to calculate the Purple Mansion accurately, at most only getting a vague sense. This method can help calculate certain things.

"There is actually such a method. Previously I felt the Sixty-four Trigrams were somewhat superfluous. With this method, it’s a blessing for the Sixty-four Trigrams."

Though Master Mei Hua was surprised, he was not envious.

His Mei Hua Divination is not inferior either.

"This method can be presented at the Upper Taoist Meeting Element." Master Mei Hua said with a smile, personally recognizing this study.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Everyone came forward to offer congratulations.

Song Lin’s name was also remembered by everyone present.

The grand meeting lasted for three days.

There was intense discussion.

Zhengsi could only watch, unable to chime in.

It’s not that others don’t allow it, but rather that he lacks foundation.

Here, what’s contested is not parentage, nor combat and Magic Treasure, but purely the foundation of Taoist Skills.

"Damn it..."

Zhengsi’s mindset changed.

Could it be that he really can’t compete with this Song Lin?

Previously, he maintained a lofty perspective, unwilling to admit, yet there was a tinge of jealousy within Zhengsi.

Born from prestigious lineage, lacking no resources, yet he was surpassed by an ordinary person.

Night fell.

Master Mei Hua used a Spell to disperse the clouds, letting the clear moonlight shine down.

The cultivators drank merrily in the Plum Blossom Forest.

An elder cultivator with long whiskers conjured up a bunch of Ganoderma People and Grass Horses on the table.

Two groups of ant-sized people slaughtered each other on the table, as everyone drank wine with keen interest.

Zhi Xin frowned, seemingly displeased.

Ganoderma People are also Heaven and Earth Spiritual Objects; they likewise possess life.

Such manipulation of life is exceedingly cruel.

Master Mei Hua came forward, holding a wine cup.

"The magic meeting will conclude tomorrow. How does Song Lin feel? Any new theories?"

"I am slow-witted, able to comprehend only a fraction."

Song Lin spoke truthfully.

In these three days, through discussing Tao with Xing Hepu and others, he indeed gained much enlightenment.

But to defeat Master Mei Hua at the Flower Viewing Festival seemed as insurmountable as reaching the heavens.

Just relying on Xing Hepu wouldn’t suffice.

At least adding Yuann Tiangang and Li Chunfeng as mentors would present a chance to challenge Master Mei Hua.

But apparently, Song Lin hadn’t won over Yuann Tiangang and Li Chunfeng; it was doomed that he couldn’t make a remarkable impression at this year’s magic meeting.

There are two or three theories similar to dichotomy.

Indeed, if one wishes to stand out in a talent-rich Taoist School, relying solely on one or two worlds is unfeasible.

One must elevate their cultivation, traveling to higher and mightier realms.

This time, even securing the leader position seems difficult.

Thinking of this, Song Lin suddenly had an epiphany.

"I have one New Era Technique, a Skill that can defy heavenly fate, but its approach is different from yours."

Song Lin’s words piqued Zhi Xin’s interest.

"Truly different? Let’s hear it."

"It is thus..."

Song Lin explained slowly.

In truth, it was Xing Hepu’s Life-changing Skill.

Shifting others’ fortunes to cater to the desired fortune.

For instance, if one desires wealth and lacks fortune, one can transfer progeny fortune to wealth.

The result of such an act is leaving no descendants.

Song Lin did not reveal the specific method.

However, both Mei Hua and Zhi Xin knew it was true.

Master Mei Hua’s eyes gleamed as he looked at Zhi Xin and said, "See, your disciple proposes another Constant Number Theory method; everyone’s fate is predetermined. It’s the Great Dao!"

Master Mei Hua felt immensely pleased and grew increasingly fond of Song Lin.

From the bone weighing rhyme to the New Era Technique, Song Lin indeed stood out in Constant Number Theory.

With this in mind, Master Mei Hua decided to award this year’s leader position to Song Lin.

He gathered everyone to announce the news of the leader.

"This year’s leader is Song Lin, bestowed the Cold Chi Sword!"

Master Mei Hua clapped his hands, and a disciple presented a tray with a waist token on it.

This was Master Mei Hua’s private magic meeting, not as grand as the last Refining Soldiers Technique, thus simpler.

Song Lin held the treasure sword; a chill struck through him.

"Impressive!"

Song Lin mused inwardly.

The moment the sword was in his grip, the icy cold surged forth.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Congratulations to Taoist Song Lin!"

Everyone offered their congratulations.

Some said it insincerely, others remained silent, and there were those who were dissatisfied.

Yet, no matter the dissatisfaction, no one would cause trouble here.

Present were all deeply scheming masters; unless truly broken, no matter how upset inside, they wouldn’t show it on such an occasion.

Moreover, as it was Mei Hua’s private magic meeting, even if he awarded the prize to a dog, they had no right to object.

"Thank you, Master."

Song Lin cupped his hands in gratitude.

Though the gains were not as much as the last Refining Soldiers Technique, he at least established a reputation.

"Right, the leader has the eligibility to be my Inner Chamber Disciple. I wonder if you are willing?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone instinctively held their breath, casting complex looks filled with jealousy at Song Lin.

Even Zhengsi couldn’t help but show a complex expression.

Mei Hua Grandmaster gazed leisurely at Song Lin, quietly awaiting his response.

He didn’t believe anyone would refuse, especially not a small temple master.

What position is a Grandmaster?

It’s an honorary position, usually without rank or authority, yet ranking below Heavenly Master.

To be a Grandmaster requires profound Taoist Skill.

Becoming a disciple of Mei Hua is akin to reaching the sky in a single bound.

Not just outsiders, even most disciples on Plum Blossom Mountain were incredibly envious.

The Inner Chamber Disciple is second only to the Four True Transmission Disciples, with fewer than twelve individuals, while others are students or listening disciples.

"Inner Chamber Disciple?"

Song Lin was taken aback, then began to ponder.

Zhi Xin smiled silently at Song Lin, seemingly also waiting for his answer.

After a long contemplation, Song Lin deeply bowed to Master Mei Hua.

"Reasonably, I should accept; I appreciate the Master’s kindness, but... I refuse."

"Why?"

"Thank you for the Master’s goodwill, but my foundation is still shallow, and besides, I also have my own path!"

When speaking the last sentence, Song Lin’s tone was firm.

What is his goal? It is to become a Heavenly Master!

Admittedly, if he were to join Mei Hua’s sect, his status would immediately rise, getting him closer to becoming a Heavenly Master and no longer fearing the Fire Cloud’s suppression.

But it was not Song Lin’s desire.

Heavenly Master is just the result; his process is to spread the Three Refuges and Nine Precepts, step by step reform the Taoist School, and completely end this chaotic era that devours people.

The Taoist Temple below still has great room for maneuver, and once he apprenticed, it would be nothing more than entering a bigger cage under more watchful eyes.

Hence, he chose to refuse.

Unable to cross the Fire Cloud threshold, what talk is there of being a Heavenly Master?

Song Lin strengthened his resolve. Upon returning, he would concentrate on developing the Taoist Temple.

Perhaps he had overly valued external matters during this period.

Human relations can be dispensable; there’s no need to pursue them deliberately. Individual strength surpasses any relation in importance.

"Haha, ambitious!" Master Mei Hua did not get angry; instead, he laughed heartily.

His own path?

Zhi Xin seemed pensive, his perception of Song Lin greatly shifting.

Perhaps this disciple position he did not desire either.

Let this old man see what road you’ll walk!