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

Song Yuanqiao solemnly reminded him:

"Seventh Junior Brother, this opportunity is entirely due to our Master's guidance. Remember to go to the Scripture Pavilion to thank our Master."

"I understand, I'll get going now."

Mo Shenggu responded.

He then bid farewell to Song Yuanqiao and the others, and turned to head to the Sutra Repository.

"Greetings, Senior Master. Thank you for your guidance."

Upon entering the pavilion, Mo Shenggu's expression turned solemn. He bowed deeply and spoke with utmost respect.

He was grateful to his senior brother—without Lin Daochen's guidance, he would never have been able to break through to this level in such a short time.

Lin Daochen smiled slightly and said calmly:

"No need for such formalities."

"Next, you need to calm your mind and focus on comprehending the realm. The Grandmaster realm cannot be forced; it must be achieved naturally. Cultivation is a marathon, and you can't rush it."

"I will keep in mind my master's teachings." Mo Shenggu nodded solemnly.

Lin Daochen then gave a few more pointers on cultivation techniques before waving him away.

After Mo Shenggu left, Lin Daochen pondered for a moment, then turned and entered the alchemy room.

He took out a batch of leftover medicinal herbs from refining the Spirit Gathering Pill from his storage ring, set up the furnace, and started the fire.

Recently, while studying alchemy, he unexpectedly deduced a new formula – the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

This elixir can cleanse the marrow and unblock the meridians, greatly enhancing a martial artist's physical attributes and making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

It was of little use to him, but it was a rare opportunity for Song Yuanqiao and the others. Coincidentally, these leftover medicinal materials were enough to refine a batch, so they simply did it.

Half an hour later, the fire in the furnace went out, and ten crystal-clear pills lay quietly in the jade plate.

Just as Lin Daochen sealed the pill into the jade bottle, a piece of information suddenly flashed through his mind:

[You focused intently on controlling the fire during alchemy, deeply comprehending the true meaning of alchemical fire, and created your own secret alchemical fire technique: True Sun Fire.]

boom--!

With a thought, a ball of crimson flame suddenly rose from his palm, intensely hot, as if capable of burning everything.

After carefully sensing it, Lin Daochen's lips curled up slightly.

The quality of this flame far surpasses that of ordinary alchemical fire.

From this point on, the success rate of alchemy and the grade of the finished pills will both leap to a new level.

After putting away the True Fire of the Sun, Lin Daochen stepped out of the alchemy room and summoned his young disciple, Qingfeng.

"Keep one of these Marrow Cleansing Pills for yourself. Give the remaining seven to Junior Nephew Yuanqiao and let them each have one."

"Thank you, sir!"

Upon learning of the elixir's efficacy, Qingfeng was overjoyed and immediately kowtowed in gratitude.

"It's nothing, go ahead."

Lin Daochen waved his hand.

Qingfeng has served me diligently and responsibly for many years, so it is only right that we share in his good fortune.

Qingfeng accepted the order and left.

Lin Daochen then picked up a classic book and began to read it carefully.

the other side.

Qingfeng quickly found Song Yuanqiao, presented him with the elixir, and explained its purpose.

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed upon hearing this.

After Qingfeng left, he immediately summoned Yu Lianzhou and others.

"Our senior master bestowed seven Marrow Cleansing Pills, one for each of us seven. I'll keep my fifth junior brother's share for now and give it to him when he returns."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Mo Shenggu muttered softly, "I wonder when Fifth Senior Brother will come back... I can hardly remember what he looks like anymore."

Song Yuanqiao said, "My senior uncle said that he will definitely return to the mountain before Master's 100th birthday. Now there are only a few months left, it should be soon."

"Since my senior uncle says so, then he must be right." Yu Lianzhou's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "I really want to see him soon and see what he has been through all these years."

"Yes... We haven't heard from him for so many years, I wonder how he's doing out there."

Everyone sighed with emotion.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang were as close as brothers. Since Zhang Cuishan's disappearance, everyone was extremely worried and searched everywhere for news.

Only when Lin Daochen said that he was safe and sound and would eventually return did everyone feel relieved.

After a moment of silence, Song Yuanqiao said in a deep voice:

"Alright, everyone go back to your secluded cultivation."

"The forces that covet the Longevity Manual are not limited to the Qin Dynasty; the future of Wudang will only bring more storms. As Wudang disciples, we cannot always rely on our masters and senior masters for protection; we must also shoulder our responsibilities."

"Our senior master has devoted himself to nurturing us, and we can't let him down. When our master emerges from seclusion, we must let him see that Wudang has successors."

Everyone responded in unison.

After everyone dispersed, Song Yuanqiao returned home.

"father."

A young figure skipped and hopped over; it was Song Yuanqiao's son, Song Qingshu.

Seeing his son's delicate face, Song Yuanqiao's eyebrows relaxed, and a smile quietly crept into the corners of his eyes. He had a son in middle age, and needless to say, he loved him dearly, but he never spoiled him.

This sense of propriety stemmed from a piece of advice given by Lin Daochen years ago. Because of this, he paid special attention to Song Qingshu's upbringing, emphasizing both martial arts skills and, even more so, character. This is how he raised a well-mannered and upright young man who was not spoiled.

"Come here, Qing Shu."

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand, a hint of mystery in his eyes, "Father will reward you with something good."

Before she finished speaking, she had already gently fed her son her share of the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

……

Time flies like an arrow; several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Dark clouds loomed over the palaces of Xianyang.

Zhang Han, the leader of the Hidden Guard, returned home in a flurry of travel and went straight to the palace, kneeling before the main hall.

"Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

"Zhao Gao, the commander of the Imperial Carriage Office, along with the elite troops of the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven), were all wiped out at Wudang Mountain, and their fate is unknown. Judging from the situation, I fear... there is no hope of survival."

Therefore, I dared not advance rashly, and instead reported back to Your Majesty.

On the dragon throne, Ying Zheng remained silent as an abyss.

In an instant, a terrifying killing intent swept through the entire hall, chilling the air so intense that even Zhang Han couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

That was the wrath of an emperor, the deepest silence before the storm.

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice so low it was almost like he was gritting his teeth:

"How dare you!"

"How dare you harm the people of my Great Qin? This is an attempt to overthrow the very heavens!"

"Issue the order—annihilate the entire Wudang clan, leave no one alive!"

The roar shook the beams and cracked the tiles.

In his eyes, this was not a murder case, but a provocation, a slap in the face, and a rip-off of the Qin Dynasty's dignity in the public eye!

"Guards! Summon Li Si and Meng Tian to the palace immediately!"

The decree was issued, and within moments, Qin Chancellor Li Si and General Meng Tian strode into the hall.

Before he could even bow, Ying Zheng spoke in a cold voice:

"Li Si, in the name of the Empire, sent a letter to the Ming Dynasty, ordering them to capture the entire Wudang Sect within three days, escort them to Xianyang for trial, and hand over the original copy of the 'Longevity Manual'."

"Otherwise—our iron cavalry will march south and slaughter Nanjing!"

Li Si's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head in response:

"As you command."

He paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, "May I ask what brings you here?"

"Zhang Han, speak," Ying Zheng said coldly, glancing at him.

Zhang Han did not hesitate and quickly recounted the strange events at Wudang Mountain, Zhao Gao's disappearance, and the destruction of the Luo Wang organization.

After listening, Li Si and Meng Tian exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of fury in each other's eyes.

This Wudang sect truly deserves to die!

Before they could catch their breath, Ying Zheng turned to Meng Tian, ​​his voice chilling:

"Meng Tian, ​​prepare the army for war. I may order an expedition at any time. You must ensure that you can muster the troops for the southern campaign by tomorrow!"

"This subordinate obeys!"

Meng Tian clasped his hands and bowed, his imposing manner like a knife.

After everyone had left, Ying Zheng slowly rose and turned his gaze to a figure in the shadows behind him:

"Mr. Gai, if we surround the mountain with a million troops, could we capture that Master Zhang?"

Hidden in the shadows, Gai Nie sighed softly and responded indifferently:

"Without the combined suppression of a Grandmaster of the same realm, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven. A True Person comprehends the universe, and with one step, no army can stop them."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng remained unmoved; instead, his gaze grew even colder.

He slowly sat down, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of the dragon throne.

Wudang is doomed.

However, what truly motivated him to kill was not Zhao Gao's life or death, but that book—"The Secret of Immortality".

Anyone who blocks his path to immortality is his mortal enemy!

"Someone come here!"

Ying Zheng spoke again, his voice leaving no room for argument:

"The Imperial Preceptor is hereby summoned!"

If the army can't handle it, then we'll have to ask the gods for help.

In order to survive, he was willing to risk everything and use all his trump cards!

……

On Wudang Mountain, the sea of ​​clouds churns and surges.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura surged into the sky, like a dragon soaring through the heavens, shaking the surrounding peaks.

The disciples who were practicing their swordsmanship stopped and looked up at the source of the aura.

"That's where my second senior brother lives! He's breaking through to a higher level?!"

"The Grandmaster realm... has actually been achieved at this moment?"

Song Yuanqiao and Yu Daiyan exchanged a glance, then immediately leaped up and headed straight for Yu Lianzhou's residence.

Inside the library, Lin Daochen paused slightly as he turned the pages, glancing at the distance with a slight smile.

"Yes, it's very stable and won't go astray."

After saying that, he continued to read the scriptures with his head down, as if the earth-shattering ripples he had just witnessed were nothing more than fallen leaves brushing against the window.

Fifteen minutes later.

The door to the training room opened, and Yu Lianzhou walked out slowly, her body still carrying a faint rhythm of nature.

"Second Brother, is it done?"

Song Yuanqiao strode forward, his voice trembling with excitement.

Yu Lianzhou nodded and said calmly, "We were lucky enough to break through the pass."

He spoke humbly, but in reality, everything went smoothly and naturally.

In terms of martial arts talent, among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, only he and Zhang Cuishan, who had been missing for many years, were at the top, far surpassing the others.

Although both practiced the "Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong" created by Lin Daochen, Yu Lianzhou's progress far surpassed that of Song Yuanqiao and the others, and was astonishingly fast.

After taking the Marrow Cleansing Pill bestowed upon him by Lin Daoyuan a few days ago, his physique underwent a complete transformation, his talent was elevated to a whole new level, and his cultivation speed was like oil being poured on a raging fire, unstoppable.

Finally, today, I broke through the shackles and stepped into the realm of Grandmaster!

"Hahaha, great! Congratulations, Second Junior Brother! Wudang has gained another Grandmaster, a truly joyous occasion!"

Song Yuanqiao laughed heartily, his face full of satisfaction, genuinely happy for Yu Lianzhou.

"Congratulations, Second Senior Brother!"

Yu Daiyan and the others also cupped their hands in congratulations, their voices ringing out in unison, their momentum unstoppable.

"Thank you, senior brother. Thank you, fellow disciples."

Yu Lianzhou returned the greeting with clasped hands, his expression calm, yet the sharp glint in his eyes was unmistakable.

Once his cultivation was stable, he sought out Kumārajīva, who was forced to stay in Wudang and sweep the floor every day to atone for his sins. The two sparred and ended up fighting to a draw.

Kumārajīva was shocked—he was a renowned and veteran grandmaster, yet he couldn't defeat a mere newcomer from Wudang who had just entered this realm? Absurd!

What moved him even more was that Yu Lianzhou's Hunyuan Tai Chi Chuan was perfectly harmonious, with the interplay of Yin and Yang subtly aligning with the Dao. Every move and stance possessed the essence of the Great Dao.

Upon learning that this skill was created by Lin Daochen, Kumārajīva was shocked and couldn't help but feel a sense of sincere admiration.

Several days later.

Mo Shenggu, having absorbed Wu Yazi's life's worth of true energy, finally broke through the Grandmaster barrier, his combat power skyrocketed, and he was beginning to overpower Song Yuanqiao.