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

Above their heads, a blazing white orb of light hung suspended in the air, so bright it was blinding. Flames surged and frost billowed on its surface, and the forces of fire and ice clashed fiercely within it, threatening to explode at any moment.

If anyone takes another step, the sphere of light will crash down, turning thousands of people into ashes in an instant.

But they ignored it and rushed straight ahead like madmen, just like moths drawn to a flame, without any hesitation.

Lin Daochen's heart sank: Is becoming an immortal really worth risking his life for? Even at the cost of his soul and spirit, he'd still personally kill me?

"Since the Heavenly Mountain Immortal's orders are so effective... then I'll grant your wish and let you hear them to your heart's content."

He no longer held back, and his arm swung down suddenly—the ball of light, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, crashed down!

At the critical moment, the sky suddenly split open, and a colossal figure descended from the sky, towering like a mountain. With a flick of his whisk, he swept it away—

That earth-shattering ball of light, like snow meeting the blazing sun, silently dissipated.

Lin Daochen's pupils contracted, and the other cultivators also changed color, looking up and gasping for breath.

In an instant, gasps of surprise erupted.

"Hahaha, fantastic! We're saved! A true master has intervened—brothers, victory is in the making today, it's within our grasp!"

Before he could finish speaking, the crowd roared and charged at Lin Daochen again. His brow furrowed, his gaze sweeping across the sky like a blade—the white-robed elder hovered above the clouds, a wisp of dust rising, instantly crushing the crimson lightning ball he had conjured into dust. If this man wasn't eliminated, the consequences would be dire.

"Who are you, sir? Since you have set foot here and become my enemy, do not blame me for being ruthless."

Lin Daochen suddenly leaped up, the clouds surging beneath his feet, and in an instant, he was in front of the old man. The old man laughed loudly, slowly turning his head, his robes billowing like the wind.

"Young friend, how arrogant! Do you know that I, the 'Great Forest Immortal,' have resided in these mountains for thousands of years?"

"This vast expanse of verdant land is entirely under my control. By trespassing into this forbidden area and disrupting the mountain's terrain, you have only yourself to invite trouble."

Lin Daochen was already enraged by being surrounded by thousands of troops, and now he had run into this old man who was acting arrogantly because of his age. The fire in his heart was burning in his throat. Even if he had ascended to immortality, he would not tolerate such arbitrary manipulation!

"Try this one!"

He jerked his wrist violently, and an overwhelming force exploded outwards like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, sweeping wildly in all directions—the old man's robes fluttered, but his face remained completely still.

"Oh!"

With a flick of the duster, golden light burst forth, and a crystal-clear shield materialized out of thin air, firmly protecting him in the center. Lin Daochen's attack missed, but without hesitation, his fingertip swiftly ripped through the void—

hum!

Like ice suddenly cracking, the sound was clear and piercing. In an instant, the air around the old man disintegrated inch by inch, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly, reaching his feet in the blink of an eye.

"Oh? You can actually draw upon the power of the Great Dao's origin... That truly impresses me." The old man squinted and chuckled. "But even so, in my eyes, you are still a greenhorn, a novice who hasn't even grown up yet."

Lin Daochen, instead of being angry, laughed and struck out with a backhand palm—

boom!

A giant hand forged from pure Dao light tore through the sky, pressing down with immense force! He was certain that if this palm were to truly strike, his old bones would probably shatter on the spot.

The result, however, made his pupils shrink.

The light shield rippled slightly, and the giant hand vanished silently, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

The old man stroked his beard and sighed, "Young friend, you were too hasty. Before you acted, didn't you think to ask yourself—why should I stop you?"

"We have no connection whatsoever. This reckless fighting only depletes your true energy and damages my foundation. What's the point?"

Lin Daochen sneered coldly. What was he after? This old man clearly drew his sword first!

But he was too lazy to argue, and only pressed in a deep voice: "Old man, what exactly are you here for? If it's just to have a good talk or put on airs as an elder, then get out of here now!"

The old man suddenly grinned, a sinister glint in his wrinkles: "Young friend, you are unaware—the moment you stepped into this forest, you became an 'unwelcome guest.' You smashed my mountain gate, disturbed my spiritual veins, and destroyed my boundary-suppressing stone… Tell me, should I have stopped you?"

Lin Daochen was taken aback. A boundary-suppressing stone? He had indeed heard the other party mention "all within a radius of ten thousand miles belong to my jurisdiction" just now. At the time, he thought it was just boasting, but now that he thought about it, it might not be entirely empty talk.

"You claim this place is under your control...do you have any proof?"

The old man in white robes shook his head, and a bluish-gray ancient seal suddenly slid out from his sleeve. The seal's base had dark patterns that flowed around it, faintly revealing the outline of mountains.

"I don't have any proof, but you might recognize this item."

Lin Daochen paused slightly, staring at the seal, his heart suddenly sinking – he suddenly understood that this old man probably wasn't just here to join in the fun.

His earlier self-proclaimed status as the ruler of this forest subtly hinted at a deeper meaning—that he and Lin Daochen likely had some long-standing connection.

But right now, Lin Daochen had no time to delve into the origins of the matter. Since the old man had come with murderous intent, today they could only settle the score with their fists and feet, and decide life and death by victory or defeat.

"Old man, you came all this way to ambush me, do you have a death wish?" Lin Daochen sneered, raising his voice. "You think you can take me down with your swarm of three thousand? You're dreaming!"

Before he finished speaking, his true essence exploded—the pressure of the seventh level of the Golden Core realm surged like a raging tide. While others only condense one Golden Core, he refined nine, each perfectly round like the sun, its radiance restrained, unlike ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

Nine golden pills mean that every bit of cultivation requires nine times the arduous effort; while others refine one pill, he must simultaneously refine nine, progressing at a snail's pace. But behind this constraint lies a heaven-defying ability that is beyond the reach of ordinary people—the simultaneous use of nine pills can split his cultivation into nine clones without any loss, and each clone has the same combat power as the original, like nine war gods standing side by side.

Seeing that the other side had a large number of people, Lin Daochen no longer concealed his intentions. He smiled and suddenly formed a hand seal, producing an obscure and ancient magic spell.

Om-!

His figure swayed slightly, and a blurry image detached from his shoulder, instantly transforming into another Lin Daochen upon landing. His features were sculpted, his aura solidified, identical to the original. The more than three thousand people opposite him froze, exchanging bewildered glances.

But the arrow is already on the bowstring; how can we hesitate? Now that we have surrounded and attacked here, we must take Lin Daochen's life today!

The white-robed elder at the head of the group had his beard and hair bristling. He flicked his whisk fiercely, and a hundred-foot-long golden sword instantly descended from the sky. Its sharpness tore through the clouds, as if it wanted to split the heavens and earth in two and sever Lin Daochen's spirit!

An ordinary cultivator would likely be reduced to nothing but bone fragments after taking this blow. But Lin Daochen simply raised his hand to support it—his five fingers, like pillars supporting the sky, firmly held the sword tip in place. With a crisp crack, a spiderweb-like crack appeared on the sword's spine!

The cracks grew wildly, instantly reaching the hilt of the sword, before it shattered with a deafening roar! The two broken sword pieces fell to the ground, the aftershocks causing the void to hum and distort.

The old man felt a sweet taste in his throat, and blood spurted out three feet. He staggered back several steps, and if he hadn't been standing suspended in mid-air, he would have already fallen to the ground, his clothes disheveled and his face as pale as paper.

He stared intently at Lin Daochen, his pupils contracting sharply, his voice trembling: "You...you young man, how could you possibly have injured me so badly? Could it be...you really are that legendary 'chosen one'?!"

His jaw clenched, his heart churning. His master had once said: There are indeed such people in this world, whose cultivation is extremely slow, yet whose innate talent is extraordinary, their potential limitless. Ordinary cultivators, after a lifetime of effort, can only reach the Nascent Soul stage, already a force to be reckoned with; but those destined for greatness, if they reach the summit, will directly aim for the Immortal Emperor realm—these are the nine remaining supreme beings in the cultivation world, overlooking all ages!

Even more terrifying is that if the chosen one becomes an Immortal Emperor, he will surpass the other nine emperors and be known as the "God of Immortal Emperors," reigning supreme over the entire universe, with no one to rival him.

He couldn't believe that the young man before him was such a rare and exceptional individual!

His fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his knuckles turned white, and veins bulged on his forehead. A moment later, his trembling breath suddenly stopped, and he abruptly turned his head, his gaze piercing Lin Daochen like a knife—

Suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed wildly, his laughter sharp and manic, like a madman.

The other three thousand cultivators also turned their heads in astonishment. When they first saw the white-robed elder appear, they were worried that he was a helper invited by Lin Daochen; it was only when they saw him sweep his whisk and cleave the air with his golden sword that they realized that this person had come to help them.

They felt relieved, and then became very confident—with such an expert taking action, dealing with Lin Daochen would be a piece of cake.

But now even this expert's expression changed, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their spines turning cold: Could they still win this battle? The scene was in chaos, everyone gripped their magical artifacts tightly, and held their breath. In the end, Lin Daoxian was the first to move.

A chilling smirk appeared on his lips as he strode towards them. More than three thousand people instantly retreated in a tidal wave, their robes fluttering and spiritual light swirling wildly, fearing that Lin Daochen might suddenly strike and kill them with a single blow.

Ultimately, they weren't really planning to die. Even if they risked their lives to fight for a new position, it didn't mean they were willing to be nameless stepping stones.

"Senior, what should we do now?"

The white-robed elder, sweating profusely under the intense gazes of the crowd, was momentarily speechless upon hearing the question. His Adam's apple bobbed twice before he finally spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Young men... to be honest, I'm afraid I can't control Lin Daochen. But rest assured, the Heavenly Mountain Immortal has personally decreed that he must not succeed in this trial."

"If he stops at the trial level today, he will have no chance to reach the Integration Stage. We still have a sliver of hope to completely eliminate him."

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen's pupils suddenly contracted.

A celestial being from Mount Tianshan?!

These words pierced my ears like ice picks—could it be that the entire blockade was personally ordered by that being in heaven?

His brows furrowed, his heart churning: If it was truly the work of the immortals of Tianshan, then weren't the promises of protection made earlier just empty words? Along the way, he had thought that the senior experts would help the younger generation, but who knew that not only did they stand idly by, but they also secretly fueled the flames.

Even though these obstacles eventually became the fuel for his breakthrough, the frustration in his heart was hard to dispel—on the path of cultivation, there was not a single sincere person he could entrust with anything.

He looked up again, his gaze sweeping over the bewildered yet greedy faces opposite him. His anger surged like magma, and he could no longer afford to waste another second.

"Very well! Since the Celestial Immortal of Tianshan sent you to sever my path, then don't blame me for showing no mercy—today, I'll show you what true power is!"

Before the words were even finished, the nine clones suddenly exploded, instantly scattering in all directions and firmly surrounding the three thousand cultivators and the white-robed elder at the center of the formation. Despite their numbers, they seemed to be trapped in an iron barrel, like turtles in a jar.

The white-robed old man's face turned pale, and his heart pounded wildly: this aura was actually making his spiritual sea tremble.

Immediately afterwards, the nine figures moved in unison, their fingertips bursting forth with strands of silver light, like spider silk weaving a web, crisscrossing in the air, and in the blink of an eye condensing into a vast array of flowing light that imprisoned the heavens.

The old man was horrified. He flicked his sleeve and summoned a floating duster, which, wrapped with immense spiritual energy, crashed into the net of light. The blow was enough to level mountains, but it only stirred up a ripple on the net of light before disappearing without a trace.

Only now did he truly lose his mind and finally understand: Lin Daochen was not trying to trap people, but to slaughter them all!

"You madman! How dare you murder your elders and destroy your ancestral temple here? Do you really intend to exterminate them all?!"

He roared, turning around and shouting at the three thousand cultivators:

"Quickly pour all your cultivation into me! Even a moment's delay will mean certain death here today!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, and some people screamed in terror:

"The Heavenly Immortal is abandoning us? Since he sent us here, how could he stand by and watch us die a violent death?!"

The old man in white robes suddenly tilted his head back, letting out a sneer that was as sharp as a knife:

"Fools! When has he ever treated you like human beings? He's just using your lives to pay for his own calamity!"

The three thousand cultivators were stunned as if struck by lightning—if they were to be abandoned, why risk their lives?

"Fine! We'll use your strength!" someone hissed through gritted teeth, "But if you can't take us with you, we'll all be buried here today!"

After he finished speaking, more than three thousand cultivators surged in front of the white-robed elder. The elder's eyes sharpened, and his palms suddenly flew out, bursting forth with a blinding white light—the immense spiritual pressure crashed like a giant wave, instantly engulfing everyone.