Monster Chronicles: My Daoist Skill Comes from Mythology Chapter 4: Xuanke’s Dharma Coin, Counter-Killing a Powerful Enemy (Please Follow)

Bat blood, combined with sulfur and various talisman water, was splashed directly onto his eyes.

The sensation was comparable to being doused with sulfuric acid, the excruciating pain drilling like an electric drill, violently agitating his brain.

Song Lin could scarcely verify if his eyes remained intact.

Although the Karma Illusion Body was not corporeal, any harm sustained by this body would not impact the Real World.

However, the agony was undeniably genuine.

Still, Song Lin bore it.

Human suffering encompasses not only physical pain but also psychological terror.

With unwavering willpower, pain can be endured.

Discovering his approach, Song Lin's contorted expression gradually smoothed out.

He focused his attention inward, sensing the thumb-sized True Qi within his body. The cultivation technique he had practiced during his tenure as a Taoist disciple at Xuanke Temple was known as "Peace Qi Cultivation Song," and his True Qi was a pale blue, indicative of its Yin nature.

This method allowed for cultivation up to the Fetal Breathing Stage.

Xuanke Temple specialized in the command of Yin Generals and Rampant Soldiers. Upon reaching the Fetal Breathing Stage and obtaining the Child General Talisman, one could summon spectral beings and deities to fight on their behalf.

Song Lin contemplated this as he channeled mana to his eyes, thereby alleviating the pain.

As time progressed, he unexpectedly transitioned into the True State.

Daoist cultivation is delineated into distinct stages, including Meditation, Fetal Breathing, Qi Cultivation, Divine Establishment, and others.

The Meditation stage consists of two levels: initial meditation and the True State. The former necessitates seated meditation to achieve concentration, whereas the latter involves continuous meditation at all times. This profound state serves as a prerequisite for advancing to the Fetal Breathing Stage.

"Oh? A promising talent!"

Observing the individual before him, unfazed by pain and instead achieving meditation amidst suffering, the Lao Mountain Taoist could not help but express his admiration. He recognized that he had misjudged the situation and had nearly allowed a budding talent to slip through his grasp.

Regarding Song Lin's command of True Qi, the Taoist was not overly surprised—he had made this discovery approximately half a year prior.

When Song Lin was younger, he had once acquired a rudimentary cultivation technique, which enabled him to successfully cultivate True Qi.

Before long, the disciple he was observing slowly regained consciousness.

"Haha, congratulations on mastering a Divine Skill." The Lao Mountain Taoist gestured with his sleeve, causing the assorted items on the table to vanish.

Song Lin gradually opened his eyes.

He had never perceived the world with such brilliance before; it was as if his eyes had been purified.

The fleeting mosquitoes and flies outside the window, the subtle dust motes on the vase, the intricate veins on leaves dozens of meters away.

Everything appeared with crystalline clarity, and the world seemed to unfold in slow motion.

A subtle smile graced the corners of Song Lin's mouth—this was the Divine Skill he had truly desired.

"Thank you, Taoist, for imparting the Divine Skill!"

"Indeed, there are several crucial points to remember when practicing this skill. You must abstain from consuming dog meat and chives, and refrain from staring directly at lightning. Minor repercussions include the failure of spells, while severe consequences could lead to bleeding eyes. You must pay heed to these warnings."

Upon hearing these words, Song Lin's gaze instinctively flickered towards the Lao Mountain Taoist's blood-red eyes.

Could this individual have suffered such a fate?

"Do you wish to become my final disciple?"

"I do!"

Song Lin remained for the duration of half a day, participated in the discipleship ceremony, and was introduced to the other eight disciples.

Subsequently, he returned to his own sleeping quarters.

Midnight.

As night descended, a profound silence enveloped all things.

Song Lin's consciousness stirred, and an ancient tome materialized in the void.

The tome turned to its second page, revealing the golden progression of the Karma Effect, which had increased slightly, now encompassing approximately 15%, akin to a battery charging an additional segment.

Upon observing this, he gained a rough understanding of how Karma is accumulated.

Exerting influence upon this world generates Karma.

By joining Lao Mountain and subtly altering the established historical timeline, his Karma had grown.

He hypothesized that if he were to accomplish even more significant feats in the future, his Karma would likely increase exponentially.

Turning his attention instead to the second page.

The second page displayed his personal statistics.

Name: Song Lin

Stage: Meditation Stage

Daoist Realm: Half a year

Items: Perfect Causality

Divine Skill: Bat Night Brightness Skill

The information was presented simply and concisely, almost minimally.

"It is time to depart."

Approximately one day had elapsed, which likely equated to about four minutes in the Real World.

Song Lin put away the ancient tome, his mind active as he consumed one Karma point to manifest the Bat Night Brightness Skill.

He had confirmed beforehand; upon his departure, time would resume its normal progression.

With the Karma Illusion Body, one could lead a semblance of a normal life, but their cultivation progress would be negligible, and they might lack the necessary adaptability when faced with peril.

Crash!

Once again, the sensation of spinning and upheaval assaulted him.

The Real World

Inside a cave, Song Lin opened his eyes. The dimly lit cave could no longer obscure his vision.

Outside, footsteps kept pacing back and forth.

Zhang Jin, like a beast, wielded a wooden sword blazing with fiery fire and slashed at any suspicious bushes or areas without hesitation.

"Come out!!"

Zhang Jin's face wore a crazed smile.

The ultimate winner would still be him.

Eight years after joining, having served as a servant Taoist for all eight years, he was one of the few survivors. During this time, he had gone through four roommates.

He relied not on luck but ruthless cunning.

Today would be no different.

If he could get the She Mountain Stone Fish, he'd have the chance to advance to the Fetal Breathing Stage.

In this chaotic and lawless world, only those like him could be winners.

At this moment, a gust of wind came from behind Zhang Jin.

Turning his head, Zhang Jin saw Song Lin swinging a stick towards his head.

Zhang Jin sidestepped to evade, sneering, "Haha! You finally came out. Huh, where's the item?"

"I'll tell you once you're dead."

"Such boldness!" Zhang Jin lightly waved his wooden sword, and the sky formed a long fiery streak.

But Song Lin dodged it with ease.

"Lucky shot."

Several consecutive strikes followed, each narrowly missing. The opponent seemed to anticipate his moves, reacting in advance to everything he did.

"Dodging and hiding, is that all you've got? Come on, fight me one-on-one!" Zhang Jin shouted angrily.

"Alright."

Song Lin tilted his head to dodge the fire sword, then stepped forward and struck Zhang Jin's hand with his stick.

The stick hit the decaying skin, causing Zhang Jin to loosen his grip in pain, and then Song Lin struck his head again with the stick.

Bang!

Zhang Jin fell to the ground, coughing up blood, his wooden sword dropped, and the flames were extinguished.

"Cough, cough, Song Taoist, listen to me..."

"I won't listen!!"

Song Lin remained expressionless, striking Zhang Jin's head repeatedly, smashing his skull until brain matter spilled out.

When the stick broke, he picked up another and continued striking.

"Phew! It's over." Song Lin slumped onto the ground, his back drenched in cold sweat.

Being pursued right after transmigrating and killing someone for the first time left him feeling somewhat uneasy.

After a long pause, he stood up, looked at the sky, glanced at Zhang Jin's corpse, and took the She Mountain Stone Fish from the cave.

Next, he returned to Zhang Jin's corpse, suppressing his nausea to retrieve several medicinal recipes and five bronze coins.

The bronze coins bore runes with "Xuanke" characters engraved on both sides.

These were dharma coins, currency commonly used by cultivators, and five of them were worth a hundred gold.

Most valuable, however, was the wooden sword.

The sword, crafted from ordinary wood, bore a vermillion seal on its blade: Three Yang Thunder Fire.

This item was worth at least ten dharma coins; killing and looting were indeed the fastest ways to make money.

For beginner cultivators, spells weren't particularly effective—spellcasting required chanting, took time, and was slow to release.

At this stage, magic artifacts were more potent, which explained why Zhang Jin spent most of his savings to consecrate the wooden sword.

Having finished his tasks, Song Lin left without looking back.

In the mountain forest teeming with wild beasts, Zhang Jin's corpse was soon devoured.

Moreover, the life of servant Taoists was as cheap as paper; no one would investigate deeply.

Song Lin navigated through the forest and followed the trail back to Xuanke Temple's grand entrance.

The streets were bustling with people, and the Taoist Temple's gates were exceptionally majestic.

The passersby gazed at the Taoists in their robes with reverence, and Song Lin was met with eyes full of envy.

He sneered inwardly.

Only he understood the perilousness of cultivation.

In these three years, he had witnessed countless deaths.

Some disciples died from being used as experimental subjects by Taoists, some went mad and committed suicide, while others provoked Taoists and were beaten and maimed.

Once one received a talisman, they became part of the temple, their soul listed on the registry, destined never to transcend.

You either suffered eternally or climbed over the corpses of others to advance.

"Song Lin!"

Just as Song Lin entered the gate, someone called out to him.