Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology
Chapter 38, Level 3 ends, leader Song Lin! (Seeking to follow)

Chapter 38: Chapter 38, Level 3 ends, leader Song Lin! (Seeking to follow)

Boom!

The sea of fire erupted in an explosion.

Those who ventured into the flames were caught in the blast; some were burned to nothingness on the spot.

"Are you insane?" Shi Yinhua roared in fury.

The monstrous Taoist disciple suddenly blocked everyone’s path, his body bathed in flames, with sharp claws and fangs that sent shivers down one’s spine.

"Heh heh, no one is getting past me! Today, only I will advance!"

Xixiang, towering at a height of ten feet, had fists larger than cooking pots and nails sharp as dagger tips.

"Trying to escape?"

Xixiang tilted his head and glanced at a Taoist disciple nearby. In a burst of lightning-fast speed, he charged toward the person, twisting their neck in one swift motion, spraying blood several feet outward, drenching himself entirely.

"I said, no one is getting past me."

Xixiang laughed cruelly, this scene striking terror into most of those present.

Shi Yinhua was not one to keep his temper in check.

His pallid face emanated ghostly energy as he made hand gestures and chanted the Rampant Soldier Jue.

"Rampant soldiers of fiery blades and deathly trials, appear!"

Mist filled the air, and fifteen Rampant Soldiers emerged, their red hair and green eyes glowing. Their feet bore demon patterns, their mouths spewed flames, and their hands wielded swords, spears, and halberds.

After summoning the Rampant Soldiers, Shi Yinhua unleashed another spell, forming a ferocious ghostly face engulfed in eerie green fire.

"Roar!!"

Xixiang bellowed, smashing the ghostly face with a single punch before diving into the midst of the Rampant Soldiers, killing each one he encountered.

As Shi Yinhua fought against him, he began to fall behind.

As time passed, others joined the fight.

However, Xixiang wasn’t foolish; when outnumbered, he would retreat into the sea of fire, draining his opponents’ True Qi until they collapsed without further attack.

Above, watching the scene unfold on the sand table, the Taoists displayed surprise.

"Tianxuan, where did you find this disciple? He’s overwhelmingly strong," Master Chaozhen inquired. "Looks like we’ve got another Dragonhead."

Being number one in the Three Passes was known as the leader.

The leader wasn’t rare; every year brought a new leader.

However, Dragonheads were harder to come by, referring to the rare case where only one person cleared all the passes.

The last Dragonhead was over sixty years ago.

Master Jiuyou looked displeased; he had placed high hopes on Shi Yinhua.

This man was born of a corpse, a natural companion to ghosts, destined to carry forward the Rampant Soldier Skill.

No matter how much people praised the Three Heroes, in Master Jiuyou’s eyes, they were mere companions for Shi Yinhua.

"Master Jiuyou, feeling heartbroken?" Master Chaozhen, not getting along well with Jiuyou, teased sarcastically.

"Ha! A mere Taoist disciple, nothing to fret over,"

Jiuyou Taoist laughed loudly, letting a fleeting thought of regret vanish.

The path of cultivation is about endurance. No matter how talented, carelessness can lead to death.

Jiuyou himself had failed to qualify for the Three Passes in his youth, only catching up later through Qi Cultivation.

Now elevated to the rank of temple master, where were the leaders of his past?

As time passed, with Xixiang blocking the way ahead, Taoist disciples either fell under his assault or were drained of True Qi, dying from sheer exhaustion.

Watching this, the Taoists above believed the outcome was decided.

"Heh heh, there’s no hope left. My disciple Xixiang, born a half-demon with Dragon Armor Heavenly Phenomenon bloodline, has reached the stature of a True Demon under my guidance," True Demon Temple Master Tianxuan said with a smile.

"Hmph, what’s so special about being a Dragonhead? It merely relies on the innate physicality of demons and bullies Taoist disciples with shallow cultivation. Let’s see how he fares centuries later," someone voiced dissatisfaction.

The spells of Taoist disciples were either slow, taking long enough for enemies to kill them hundreds of times during chanting,

or reliant on raw talent, though that hadn’t fully developed at this stage.

"Is that so? Then it’s unfortunate your disciples wouldn’t live to see that day."

At this moment, Jiuyou froze, noticing the Taoist disciple who had just defeated Lu Zhen stepping forward.

Song Lin, covered in Red Scales, was impervious to flames as he occasional ate Qi Nourishing Pills to replenish his True Qi.

However, his supply of pills was running low.

While the others faced off against Xixiang,

Song Lin observed coldly from the side.

A hundred years of experience in mind had sharpened his insights, though cultivation hadn’t left much of an advantage, his battle sense remained razor-sharp.

Compared to Xixiang, his experience in combat was leagues ahead.

In life-and-death struggles, the victor isn’t determined by talent or lineage but by grasping that fleeting moment of survival. Talent and background might tilt the odds but don’t guarantee victory.

Despite Xixiang’s might, he wasn’t without flaws.

The fatal flaw of this man was his eyes and a certain scale on the back of his neck. Every time he attacked, he instinctively avoided exposing that scale.

Song Lin glanced beyond the sea of fire to the crimson token on the yellow cloth dharma altar.

Written in cinnabar on the token were the words "Xuanqing Leader Order."

Holding that token secured this year’s leadership title, with rewards determined by each sect internally.

"Ah!"

Song Lin sighed softly, stepping out from the crowd.

His personality dictated that he take decisive action without hesitation.

Initially, he had intended to slip through unnoticed, maintaining a low profile, but clearly that was impossible now.

As he walked forward, he began channeling Red Dragon True Qi through his Middle Chest Acupoint.

Red Dragon True Qi, taught by Guang Chengzi,

had now been cultivated to the width of his wrist.

Using the Dragon Control Technique, he could soar. Using the Flying Star Skill, he could control objects from afar. The Red Scale Skill was for defense, and the Red Emperor Fist allowed him to unleash True Qi to vanquish his foes.

Seeing Song Lin step out, the crowd exchanged murmurs, curious and doubtful.

Did this man believe that defeating Lu Zhen made him invincible?

Shi Yinhua shook his head, while Chi Yang smiled gleefully, hoping Song Lin would perish quickly.

"Fellow Taoist, don’t rush—act cautiously,"

Lin Yang tried to stop Song Lin.

"Don’t worry."

Let the divine skills of an alternate world seize the Xuanqing Leadership of this one!

"The Xuanqing Leader shall be me without fail!"

Though lacking his bronze mirror, he could still prevail.

Crash!

Song Lin ascended into the sky, releasing the prepared Red Dragon from his sleeve.

"Traveling beyond Beiyue by day, reaching Cangwu by dusk, fearless with a dragon in your sleeve!"

Roar!

The Red Dragon roared as it surged forward.

But that wasn’t all—flames from all directions were swept up by an invisible force, forming multiple fire dragons lunging toward Xixiang.

Alongside them came countless fireballs, some concealing the Three Yang Fire Sword within the flames.

A decisive first strike filled with killing intent!

Once committed to action, there was no hesitation—it had to be complete and dazzling.

Indecision and concealment only bred suspicion.

Either hide everything or reveal a strength that commanded respect.

Victory must be glorious and beyond reproach—win with pride and transparency!

"Impressive Taoist skills!"

Lin Yang praised, his demon-like form releasing a wicked gust of wind.

The evil wind condensed into blades, restricting Xixiang’s movement.

Shi Yinhua seized the chance, unleashing rounds of eerie green Yin Fire.

Others followed suit.

"It’s useless!!"

Xixiang roared in laughter, stomping hard to leap ten feet away. The Red Dragon and numerous spells missed their mark, while the remaining attacks were deflected by his scales.

The towering humanoid monster, with immense strength and seemingly impenetrable scales, left the crowd in despair.

As Xixiang descended from the sky,

Song Lin rose into the air, holding the Three Yang Fire Sword in his right hand and the Miasma Green Pearl in his left.

"Courageous indeed!"

Xixiang admired as he prepared a thousand-pound punch. Engaging him in close combat would be suicide.

He held his breath, clenched his right fist, and struck toward Song Lin. Even a graze from this would be enough to cause fractures.

Crack!

The Three Yang Fire Sword shattered; the punch’s momentum remained unchecked.

Song Lin tilted his body, evading the attack, then twisted gracefully to move behind Xixiang.

"Die!"

Slash!

The broken blade engulfed in flames stabbed deeply into the scale at the back of Xixiang’s neck.

"Uh...how did you know..." Xixiang’s eyes widened as his lifeforce dwindled rapidly. Before he could finish his words, his body collapsed with a dull thud.

"Such extraordinary combat skill!" Shi Yinhua murmured, even his prideful self impressed by Song Lin.

Every attack the man made was incredibly risky—one mistake would have undoubtedly led to death by Xixiang’s crushing blows. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

And yet, he succeeded, executing with swiftness like a seasoned veteran who had battled demons for years.

Xixiang, once feared like a predator, was now like prey toyed with in Song Lin’s hands.

Chi Yang stood stunned and dejected, his arrogance utterly broken by Song Lin.

The others hadn’t even recovered from their shock.

Song Lin, unperturbed, passed through the sea of fire, heading straight for the Leader Token on the dharma altar.

"No!"

Shi Yinhua, cloaked in eerie green Yin Energy, rushed after him like a specter.

The others snapped out of their daze and chased after him.

But it was too late.

Song Lin stepped onto the elevated platform, reached the offering table, and plucked the Leader Token.

Dong!

The sound of a bell rang, and a majestic voice echoed across the land.

"Dong!! Xuanqing Leader! Xuanke Song Lin!"

The Three Passes Conference concluded, and this year’s leader emerged!

The Fire Cloud dispersed, and golden light focused on the Taoist disciple holding the token high!

In this moment, Song Lin’s heart overflowed with mixed emotions.

Since obtaining the Monster Chronicles, he had climbed from being a mere Taoist disciple to securing the position of Xuanqing Leader—it had been a grueling journey, a testament to his tireless cultivation.

Of course, he was still just a disciple.

But now, at least he was an Inner Sect Taoist, worlds apart from his previous status.

"Once I return, it’s time to open another breakthrough. This time, I must ascend to the Taoist rank." Song Lin thought fleetingly, his heart calming again.

The top Taoist disciple was, after all, still a disciple. Even Qi Cultivating Taoists often fell prey to death, let alone disciples.

The Three Passes were akin to civil exams—scoring first or last place still landed one in the same position, with minimal difference; ultimately, what matters is what follows.

For now, there remained the tough challenge of Qi Cultivation, along with the scrutiny of Taoist temples.