Martial Arts Crossover: The Sweeping Monk of Wudang? That's our patriarch!

"What—what did you say?! A demonic core?! Where did you get a demonic core?! Don't you dare make false accusations!"

Making false accusations?

His face turned pale, his hands were trembling, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down; he was clearly feeling guilty and had bumped into a wall.

"What is a Demon Core?"

The newly initiated disciple asked the question in a low voice.

"Using a living person as a furnace, extracting their soul and refining their spirit, condensing their blood into a pill—swallowing it will cause your cultivation to skyrocket, but the price is eternal damnation into the animal realm!"

The one who answered was a white-robed cultivator in his forties, with a gaunt face and a long sword hanging at his waist. He was none other than Xiao Shisi, the master of Tianjian Manor.

"My lord, please be wise! This brat is spouting nonsense! I am an upright and honest man; how could I possibly do such a heinous thing?!"

Lin Daochen remained unhurried, his gaze sweeping over a dark red bruise hidden beneath Lei Ming's collar, and said calmly:

"The smell on the elder cannot be washed away or concealed—it is the corpse aura from the backlash of the demonic pill. You may all come closer and take a closer sniff."

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then began to murmur:

"No wonder his fumes have been making people dizzy lately..."

"They call it a 'miracle cure,' but frankly, isn't it just eating raw human flesh?"

"The three outer disciples who disappeared last month... could it be...?"

Lei Ming's temples bulged with veins as he pointed at Lin Daochen and roared:

"Bullshit! I didn't do it, that's all! This is blatant framing!"

"Master Xiao! You must uphold justice for me! This young man is new here and shows no respect for his elders; he is arrogant and rude!"

Xiao Shisi's gaze was calm as he looked at Lin Daochen's face and slowly said:

"We hit it off immediately; may I ask your esteemed name?"

Lin Daochen ignored the almost frantic thunder and laughed loudly:

"My name is Wukong, also known as Sun Wukong."

Sun Wukong? Sun Xingzhe?

The disciples around them gasped for breath, their eyes suddenly lighting up as if the three words carried thunder and lightning, wrapped in golden light, striking straight into their hearts.

"Sun Wukong?"

Xiao Shisi remained silent for a long while, then suddenly clapped his hands, his smile clear and melodious:

"What a fine name! What a fine name! It does have a touch of the spirit to transcend reincarnation and laugh away from the cage!"

Lei Ming stood frozen in place, his face turning a deep purplish-red—was he standing there looking like a clown in a play?

"That brat has gone too far!"

He roared, his fist unleashing a burst of wind that sent sand and gravel flying and lightning crackling through the air!

Lin Daochen lowered his eyelids slightly, raised his right hand, and spread his five fingers like lotus flowers, steadily supporting the thunderous blow.

"Elder, are you too hesitant to act? I haven't even presented my evidence yet, but you've already revealed your weaknesses—your mental cultivation is probably a hundred thousand miles behind your Golden Core realm."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Shisi had already drawn his sword. Dozens of cold, gleaming longswords behind him were drawn at the same time, their tips menacing, all locking onto Lei Ming's throat.

"You all forced me into this! In this world, without overwhelming power, one can only be trampled upon. All I asked for was stronger methods, what's wrong with that? What did I do wrong? Why do you insist on driving me to the brink of despair?"

"The fault lies with you, with this twisted world! What crime have I committed? Those who are dead are simply dead; to have become stepping stones for my ascension is their greatest fortune!"

Xiao Shisi's brows furrowed suddenly, and his heart sank—the elder who had raised him since childhood and taught him sword techniques was now unrecognizable.

"Elder Lei Ming, explain the whole story clearly, and I might spare your life. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Ming's aura exploded outwards, surging like boiling water, and in just a few breaths he soared to the peak of the Integration Stage!

Xiao Shisi himself had only recently entered this realm.

"All disciples, listen to my command: Retreat three hundred li away immediately! Anyone who enters without orders will be executed!"

As the figures dispersed, Lei Ming's gaze, sharp as a hook, remained fixed on Lin Daochen, who sat quietly on the rock.

"You're not afraid? Why don't you run? Now, within a thousand miles, no one can withstand a single blow from me!"

"Relying on an evil pill to forcibly increase your cultivation level, do you really think you can withstand the backlash pain?"

Lin Daochen flicked his finger, and a black talisman landed and exploded. Instantly, a cold wind swept across the ground, and dark evil energy surged and rose. The ground cracked inch by inch, and pale white faces emerged one after another from the soil, roaring silently.

Lei Ming's pupils constricted sharply, and he staggered back two steps, his voice trembling: "What kind of evil magic is this? Don't let them near me! Their deaths...have nothing to do with me!"

"You swallowed the pill yourself, you paid for it with your own hands—what are you pretending to be innocent for?"

"I just bought the medicine! I didn't make it! Those people's business is none of my concern!"

"Don't come any closer! I didn't kill them! I didn't kill any of them!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body trembled like a leaf, but in an instant, the illusion dissipated, and he suddenly sprang up, his heart burning with rage.

"You little beast, how dare you mock this old man!"

Lin Daochen tapped the ground with his left hand and pointed to the sky with his right.

"This is the law of heaven and earth, the chain of cause and effect. Now that the consequence has fallen upon you, the cause naturally comes to light. Stop saying 'it has nothing to do with me'—if you hadn't bought that pill, where would all these corpses have come from?"

"Bullshit! Everyone in the family bought it! Even if I didn't, they'd still die!"

"Every man for himself! I only did what I was supposed to do, what wrong have I done!"

"shut up!"

Xiao Shisi stepped forward, stopping between the two, his voice as cold as iron.

"The first rule of the mountain manor: Anyone who uses evil methods to harm others for personal gain shall have their cultivation revoked and be expelled from the mountain. A country has laws, and a family has rules. Considering that you have held the position of elder for decades, and that you have severed your spiritual roots today, I will allow you to live."

……

"You want to cripple my cultivation?!"

Lei Ming's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, but he suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly.

"Fine! Since you're heartless, then don't blame me for being ruthless—die!"

The two figures vanished in an instant, leaving behind numerous afterimages in the void. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged hundreds of blows.

Lin Daochen slowly retreated to a distance. With his current level of skill, intervening in a battle of this level would be tantamount to suicide.

He stayed because half a month ago, it was Xiao Shisi who cleaved through the horde of corpses with a single sword stroke and pulled him out of the pool of blood.

……

The grudges are now settled.

It's time for him to set off.

Half a month later, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

An old beggar, his steps faltering and his face ashen, stood tall before the mountain gate and proclaimed in a clear voice:

"Disciple Sun Wukong humbly requests permission to enter the Sutra Repository to consult the scriptures!"

He claimed to be consulting the texts, but in reality, he wanted to take the opportunity to peek into the secret attack techniques. When the gatekeeper saw that it was a ragged old beggar, his face immediately darkened.

"Where did this filthy wretch come from? Get lost! Open your dog eyes and see clearly—this is the Kunlun Immortal Sect! How dare a beggar like you casually peruse the true teachings of the immortals!"

"Then let me put it another way—I have come here to pay my respects to your esteemed sect, and I hope you will all be lenient with me."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Daochen pulled two lustrous spirit stones from his tattered coat and presented them to the disciples. The disciples exchanged glances and immediately grinned.

"You'd better be smart! But you've come to the wrong place—the sect trial is in the back mountain. Hurry up and follow this path, or the test will start soon."

Following the winding stone steps up the mountain, he climbed to the back of the mountain and found about two hundred people gathered there. Everyone had a gold-embossed invitation in their sleeve, but he alone had empty hands, not even a corner of one.

Another glance revealed a group of young men in the Qi Refining stage, their faces so tender they seemed to drip with moisture, the oldest being no more than seventeen or eighteen; while he himself, with his withered skin, white eyebrows and beard, and hunched back, looked like a hundred-year-old man, and others would probably believe it.

Clearly, this place only recruits young and promising talents, and it would be completely out of place for an old man like him to force his way in. But for the sake of the long-lost "Nine Luminaries Forging God Technique," he gritted his teeth and slowly moved to the front of the line.

"This humble Taoist seeks to enter the path of enlightenment; I earnestly hope you will grant me this favor!"

His voice was like tearing silk, hoarse and powerful, instantly startling the entire hall. An elder stepped forward, his brows revealing an undeniable arrogance, his gaze sharp as a knife, scrutinizing Lin Daochen three times.

"His cultivation is decent, but his combat strength... I'll have to see for myself."

"Come on, punch me in the chest—if you draw blood, you'll be allowed to proceed to the next round of trials!"

"This...is it perhaps not quite appropriate?"

Before Lin Daochen could even finish his thought, the other party patted his chest and loudly agreed, "Go ahead and smash it! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

He had no choice but to lower his shoulders and gather his strength before unleashing a punch that cut through the wind.

With a muffled thud like a drumbeat, the elder staggered back three steps. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and swallowed back the pungent smell. Then he grinned and gave a thumbs up.

"Passed! You'll be granted the outer sect elder seal after the test!"

"Judging by your physique, you're at least at the peak of the Golden Core stage?"

"The foundation is solid, but when it comes to the real test, the level of skill accumulated over the years may not be enough."

Lin Daochen remained silent, following the man through the misty mountain gate and into the heart of the Kunlun Immortal Sect.

Suddenly, the view opened up before me: a babbling brook, the cries of cranes in the pines, and flocks of egrets skimming over the green cliffs, their wings shattering a pool of shimmering light; the air was filled with a honey-like spiritual energy, and with each breath, my dantian felt a slight warmth, and my meridians swelled slightly—clearly, it was several times the essence of heaven and earth found outside!

Kunlun Mountain truly lives up to its name; only such a blessed and beautiful place could nurture so many outstanding talents.

The guide brought him here and then drifted away, leaving him with a bamboo plaque engraved with the words "ninety".

There were only a dozen or so people in the arena, but each of them possessed the Golden Core stage, and the one at the very front even had an aura as deep and profound as an abyss, clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator.

No need to guess, they're all ruthless characters vying for the position of outer sect elder.

Just then, a woman strolled over, her blue robe trailing on the ground, her voice as clear and gentle as tea: "I am the chief examiner. Kunlun is not a marketplace; to enter, one must rely on true ability—combat prowess, teaching skills, and temperament—none can be lacking."

She was around forty years old, with a languid figure, a half-sleeved soft nail polish slung across her left shoulder, and her eyebrows and eyes screamed "Don't mess with me."

Lin Daochen's back stiffened abruptly upon seeing her—Qingluan!

To my surprise, I bumped into my old master and disciple here!

Qingluan's gaze swept over him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. She slowly walked up to him, leaned down slightly, and said in a low, cold voice, "Name, state it."

"Reporting to the Elder, my name is Sun Wukong, and my courtesy name is Xingzhe."

Sun Wukong?

She paused her fingertip on her chin, not exposing her, but simply announced loudly, "Sun Wukong, stay! The rest of you are out!"

An uproar erupted. Everyone had noticed the strange look in the two women's eyes, but no one expected this—she cleared the room without even lifting a finger! This woman was far too domineering!

Immediately, someone jumped up and roared, "It's a rigging of a scandal! A blatant rigging of a scandal! How dare this old geezer eliminate us? Just because you're the examiner doesn't mean you can control everything! Believe me, we'll file a petition to sue you!"

Qingluan shrugged, her smile cold and indifferent: "This man was once my top disciple. I advise you to save your energy—even if you all worked together, you wouldn't be enough for him to crush with one hand."

Snapped!

A resounding slap left the entire audience speechless.

No one was convinced; everyone clenched their fists and glared.

"I don't admit it!"

"I've trained for thirty years, and I lost to him? What a joke!"

"Examiner, just name your price, and I'll double it!"

"Does an old beggar even deserve to share the stage with us?"

Qingluan didn't even lift her eyelids, casually pointed at Lin Daochen, and said in a low voice, but every word hit her eardrums: "There, it's him."

"You're not happy? Then come at me all at once! Whoever can kill him, I'll let them go on the spot!"

Before the words were even finished, more than ten figures shot out like arrows, unleashing a barrage of attacks. Blade flashes, talisman fire, poisonous miasma, and eerie winds surged forth, instantly cracking and charring the ground, causing the blue bricks to explode inch by inch, and the soil to churn and boil.

Lin Daochen frowned, his body darting left and right, his sleeves fluttering as he swiftly and cleanly dodged the attack, inwardly cursing wildly—

This woman is clearly here to cause trouble! She probably still remembers what happened last time and is deliberately trying to intimidate him by surrounding him with people.

The fiercer the attack, the more stable he became. With a flick of his finger, a sword technique flashed, and the sword energy swept across like a double-edged sword. In just a few exchanges, a group of people lay on the ground, groaning and unable to get up.

Qingluan strolled over slowly, her skirts fluttering gently, her demeanor as composed as if she were admiring flowers in her own backyard.

"I told you all long ago, a bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, do you think they're worthy of fighting him?" She raised the corner of her lips slightly and glanced at him. "See? I was right."

"Alright, stop acting! Get out!" She waved her hand dismissively, her gaze piercing the corner. "Sun Wukong, come with me—we have important business to discuss!"

The two entered the attic, and the door closed, isolating them from the outside world. This secret room was protected by a soundproof barrier; not even a pin dropping could be heard outside.