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

"Master, what kind of sword technique is this? It's too powerful!" Li Yufu exclaimed, his breath catching in his throat.

"I don't know." Yu Xingrui shook his head, his gaze deep.

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu also noticed someone approaching, and immediately took out two more Great Freedom Gengjin Sword Talismans, held them in their palms, and prepared to unleash their power.

Yu Xingrui was visiting Wudang Mountain in the Ming Dynasty for the first time, and Zhang Cuishan did not recognize him.

Seeing this, Yu Xingrui quickly spoke up:

"Junior Brother Zhang, please don't misunderstand. I am a disciple of Liyang Wudang."

As he spoke, he took out his identity token and handed it over.

Zhang Cuishan glanced at him briefly, his guard slightly lowered: "So it's Li Yang's senior brother, my apologies."

After some conversation and confirming that everything was correct, they took the initiative to invite each other back to the mountain.

On the way, Li Yufu approached, his face full of admiration: "Uncle Zhang, you're amazing! I didn't even see how you made your move, and you were gone!"

Zhang Cuishan chuckled: "It's not as miraculous as you make it out to be. That attack just now was thanks to the treasure bestowed upon me by my senior master. Otherwise, how could I have killed a grandmaster so easily?"

"What kind of treasure? It's that amazing?" Li Yufu's eyes lit up.

"Jade Axe, how dare you casually inquire about other people's secret treasures?" Yu Xingrui frowned and reprimanded.

"It's alright," Zhang Cuishan waved his hand. "It's just youthful curiosity."

After saying that, he took out a talisman that shone with golden light and handed it to Li Yufu: "This is it, the Great Freedom Gengjin Sword Talisman. It contains a sword aura of my master. Once activated, its power is astonishing."

"This was personally given to me by my senior master. It cannot be given away without permission. Otherwise, I could give you one without hesitation."

"No need, no need! I just want to take a look and broaden my horizons!" Li Yufu waved his hands repeatedly and quickly returned the talisman.

Yu Xingrui, standing to the side, couldn't help but ask, "This... was it a gift from Senior Uncle Daochen?"

Zhang Cuishan nodded.

Yu Xingrui's heart skipped a beat. He had heard the sect leader, Wang Chonglou, mention that his senior uncle Dao Chen's talent was mediocre, so why were his methods now so profound and unpredictable?

The group walked and talked, and arrived at Wudang Mountain without incident.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was still in seclusion, and Song Yuanqiao received him.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yu Xingrui, accompanied by Li Yufu and Song Yuanqiao, went to the Sutra Repository to pay their respects to Lin Daochen.

This trip to Liyang Wudang not only prepared a birthday gift for Zhang Sanfeng, but also a generous gift for Lin Daochen, the most senior member of the family.

"Greetings, Senior Uncle Daochen."

The two bowed and presented their gifts.

"No need for formalities," Lin Daochen said with a smile as he accepted the gift.

After a moment, he spoke calmly, "How have you been lately, Li Yang and Wudang?"

Yu Xingrui sighed deeply: "Alas, with Longhu Mountain as the leader of the Liyang Daoist sect, Wudang is under constant pressure and faces immense difficulties..."

However, he did not mention that Wang Chonglou was willing to repair the Great Yellow Court for the sake of Liyang Wudang and the Crown Prince of Beiliang.

It wasn't that they felt ashamed to speak up, but rather that it would be pointless to mention it—the Ming Dynasty's Wudang faction couldn't get involved, which would only make them look pathetic, so it was better not to bring it up.

After listening, Lin Daochen slowly spoke:

"We share the same roots and origins; both Wudang sects are of the same lineage. If you are truly in trouble, please feel free to speak up, and Wudang will never stand idly by."

How could he not know?

Wang Chonglou was fully aware of the humiliation of being forced into seclusion to cultivate his skills, and how the revered leader of the sect had become a stepping stone for others.

The question I asked earlier was just a way to give someone a way out and to show my attitude.

They are all Wudang disciples, and to be trampled on like this is a disgrace to the Ming Dynasty.

"Thank you for your kindness, Uncle Master. If that day ever comes, we will definitely come to you for help."

Yu Xingrui bowed and accepted, his tone respectful but not humble.

Zhang Sanfeng has already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal; such a being could easily intimidate all directions with just a nod. With this promise, he is already an extremely strong backer.

Before parting, Lin Daoyuan didn't leave empty-handed. He casually took out several Nine Heavens Thunder Killing Talismans, Great Freedom Gengjin Sword Talismans, and Thunder Escape Talismans and stuffed them into the hands of the two men.

I dare not refuse a gift from my elders. Though the gift is light, its significance is profound.

……

the other side.

Bai Sun Dao Ren found traces of Meng Chi Xing and his disciples on the outskirts of Wudang Mountain.

"The Demonic Sect has issued an order: the Great Khan commands you and me to join forces and kill Zhang Sanfeng."

He spoke in a deep voice, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Meng Chixing stood on the edge of the cliff, his robes billowing in the wind, his expression indifferent: "I will only fight Zhang Sanfeng; life and death are in the hands of fate."

"This is the Khan's personal decree!" Bai Sun Dao Ren emphasized.

"I won't answer."

The three words were crisp and concise, like a knife cutting through tangled hemp.

He turned around, his gaze icy: "If you dare to interfere tomorrow, I'll kill you first."

He paused, his voice lower, yet colder:

"As fellow immortals on land, killing you is as easy as turning my hand."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already soared into the sky, with Pang Ban following closely behind, disappearing into the mountain mist in the blink of an eye.

Bai Sun Dao Ren stood there, his face ashen.

He was certainly angry, but he also knew better—Meng Chixing wasn't exaggerating.

He was forced to flee to the Great Yuan Dynasty by Zhang Sanfeng's palm strike back then, and his heart still trembles to this day. Even now, having reached the peak, his legs still go weak when facing that old Taoist priest.

"Hmph! What's with the arrogance? I'd better you fight to the death!"

He gritted his teeth and whispered, a sinister glint in his eyes.

……

At the same time.

Shaolin monks and important figures from various sects arrived one after another at the foot of Wudang Mountain, awaiting the start of the birthday banquet tomorrow.

And Donghuang Taiyi from the Qin Dynasty also set foot here today.

After learning about the current situation, he was no longer in a hurry.

Wouldn't it be more interesting to stand by and watch the world unfold?

Tomorrow is Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday—a day destined to be anything but peaceful.

The next morning.

The door to the secret room opened, and a figure as ancient as a pine tree slowly stepped out.

Zhang Sanfeng has emerged from seclusion.

Outside the door, Zhang Cuishan and his family had been waiting for a long time.

"Master!"

With a sob, Zhang Cuishan knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

Yin Susu, holding Zhang Wuji's hand, also bowed in greeting.

"Get up! Get up! Let your teacher take a look at you!"

Having not seen his most beloved disciple for over ten years, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes gleamed, and a smile spread from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his eyebrows.

"Master, these are my wife and children," Zhang Cuishan said in a low voice.

"Good! Now that we've entered Wudang, we're all family!"

Zhang Sanfeng smiled at Yin Susu, then scooped up Zhang Wuji and exclaimed happily, "My dear grandson Wuji, you're so handsome!"

Yin Susu's heart warmed, and she gracefully bowed, saying, "Thank you, Master!"

"Master, the senior brothers are all waiting for you outside," Zhang Cuishan reminded him.

As he continued his journey, Zhang Cuishan briefly recounted his experiences of wandering the world over the years.

Before long, the group arrived at Zixiao Palace.

Song Yuanqiao and the other seven heroes were already seated and waiting.

Originally, they planned to greet them all together, but after some discussion, they decided to reserve this moment of tenderness for their junior brother and master.

Upon seeing Zhang Sanfeng appear, everyone knelt down and kowtowed in unison:

Wishing my master boundless happiness and longevity!

Looking at his disciples and grand-disciples lined up neatly below, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't stop smiling.

Actually, he didn't care much about celebrating his birthday, but his apprentices were so filial that he was happy to oblige.

Afterwards, the disciples presented their congratulatory gifts in turn.

After the ceremony, Lin Daochen strolled over from the Sutra Repository to offer his congratulations and present gifts. His words were brief but his sentiments were profound.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he quietly returned to his pavilion to continue guarding his vast collection of scriptures.

In any case, with his current level of spiritual awareness, even the slightest disturbance within Wudang Mountain cannot escape his perception.

No sooner had Lin Daochen left than Yu Xingrui arrived at Zixiao Palace with Li Yufu, bowed respectfully, and said loudly:

Congratulations to Senior Uncle Zhang! May you enjoy boundless prosperity and longevity!

"You're very kind, nephew."

Zhang Sanfeng responded with a smile, and exchanged a few pleasantries with Yu Xingrui, showing genuine concern for the recent situation of Wudang in Liyang.

Just at this time,

A young Taoist disciple strode in and respectfully reported:

"Master, a large number of martial arts figures have arrived outside the mountain gate. They are all renowned figures and say they have come specifically to celebrate your birthday."

"Master, I'll take my fellow disciples to greet them."

Song Yuanqiao cupped his hands in greeting and led Yu Lianzhou and the others out.

A moment later, a group of martial arts practitioners filed in, surrounded by the crowd.

Visitors offered their birthday wishes to Zhang Sanfeng, and were then led by third-generation disciples of Wudang to a side hall to be served tea.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Cuishan said in a low voice, "Senior Brother... these people are not here to sincerely wish me a happy birthday. They are clearly here for my sworn brother. It is my fault that Wudang has been implicated."

Song Yuanqiao reached out and patted his shoulder, his tone steady: "We're brothers, no need for further words. Even if the sky falls today, we'll stand together to bear it."

Yu Lianzhou continued, "If you can't handle it, you still have Master and Senior Uncle. Just relax. If you don't want to talk about something, no one can pry it out of your mouth."

Zhang Cuishan felt a surge of warmth in his heart, nodded silently, and a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes.

Next, footsteps continued to appear from the direction of the mountain gate, and heroes from all walks of life flocked there.

Although most of them harbored ulterior motives and came only for Xie Xun, faced with the prestige of Wudang, no one dared to take the initiative to attack. Instead, they secretly gathered their strength and waited to see what would happen.

finally--

A loud shout rang out outside the mountain gate:

"Shaolin Temple, Kunlun School, Emei School, Kongtong School, and Huashan School congratulate Master Zhang on his birthday!"

The sound shook the entire hall.

Whether they were people with ulterior motives or just there for the fun, everyone tensed up.

The main event is here!

Those gang leaders and sect masters who came before, though seemingly numerous and powerful, were in reality nothing more than fleeting bubbles on the surface of the martial arts world, and could not shake the foundation of Wudang at all.

The only sects that can truly challenge Wudang head-on are these five major sects, especially Shaolin Temple, which has stood at the pinnacle of Buddhism for hundreds of years!

In the blink of an eye, a large group of people stepped in.

The leader was none other than the envoy from Shaolin.

Upon seeing the face of the person leading the group, a commotion immediately broke out around them:

"It's Master Xuancheng! The one hailed by the Shaolin elders as the most talented man in the last two hundred years!"

"Rumor has it that he is proficient in eighteen Shaolin martial arts techniques, making him the person with the most skills after the 'Twenty-Three Master Monks'!"

"A few days ago, someone from Shaolin broke through to the realm of Land Immortal... Could it be him?"

"That's highly likely! If he hadn't reached this level, why would Shaolin have sent him out of the mountains?"

"This is getting interesting!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, representatives from the five major sects arrived in the hall and offered their birthday wishes to Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng returned the greeting politely, his gaze falling on Xuan Cheng, and slowly spoke:

"Master Xuancheng has overcome his inner demons and reached new heights in martial arts. Congratulations!"

While offering his congratulations, Zhang Sanfeng's heart was filled with a quiet gravity.

In fact, having heard Zhang Cuishan's words and seen the gathering of heroes today, he had already foreseen that a storm was brewing. But as a terrestrial immortal, he had nothing to fear.

But upon seeing Xuan Cheng, his confidence wavered slightly.

This person came from Shaolin, and his seniority was even higher than his. He was a rare genius in his early years. If he hadn't been obsessed with the ultimate skills and tried to surpass the "Twenty-Three Master Monks" and fallen into inner demons, he probably would have broken through that barrier long ago.

Now that the mental barrier has been removed, things have fallen into place naturally, and their strength is probably no less than their own.

The outcome is unpredictable.

But then I thought again—my senior brother is still here.

In an instant, Zhang Sanfeng's mind returned to calm, and a smile returned to the corners of his eyes.