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

Lin Daochen coldly swept his gaze over Fu Yunzi's staggering figure, a mocking sneer playing on his lips. He was certain that this old thief would never relinquish the sacred artifact, so he hung steadily behind him, his eyes like hooks, scrutinizing every slight movement of the other's body.

Fu Yunzi's throat bobbed, and a series of sinister laughs burst out. He resolutely denied the possibility of handing over the sacred artifact. His voice was hoarse like sand rubbing together, and with each thud, he spat out a spray of hot, bloody mist.

"Lin Daochen, do you really think I can kneel down and beg for mercy?" Fu Yunzi roared, his body swaying as if it were about to fall apart, but his pupils burned with two clusters of eerie fire, burning fiercely and unquenchably. His teeth clenched so hard that they made a grinding sound, and he forced the excruciating pain into a fierce determination, using his last breath to move forward.

Lin Daochen watched quietly, a slight sneer on his lips, full of disdain—in this life-or-death gamble, the winner was never brute force, but who could endure longer and wait more accurately.

Within Kuafu's body, blood vessels crisscrossed like a giant net. The two raced through the intricate network of flesh, each trying to reach the location of the sacred artifact before the other. Those blood vessel junctions were deep and treacherous, with swirling undercurrents; a single misstep could lead to annihilation. Lin Daochen dared not approach, maintaining a distance of three to five zhang from Fu Yunzi, his knuckles slightly bent, ready to parry any sudden attack.

Fu Yunzi suddenly slowed down, hunching his back, each step feeling like he was stepping on a knife's edge, his breathing heavy and labored like a broken bellows.

But that precarious appearance was clearly a performance for Lin Daochen's benefit—he had been holding back his strength in his feet, waiting for an opening to launch a counterattack. He suddenly unleashed his power and sprinted, his body unsteady yet stubborn, swaying like the last withered leaf on an autumn branch, about to fall but refusing to touch the ground.

Lin Daochen's brows remained unmoved, but his heart was pounding with tension. He knew this old fox was lying in wait, ready to unleash his venomous fangs next. Sure enough, Fu Yunzi tore through the air without warning, his figure exploding into several afterimages, changing positions seven or eight times in the blink of an eye, leaving only a streak of crimson light. Lin Daochen moved with lightning speed, relentlessly pursuing that afterimage, his eyes as calm as iron, not relaxing for a moment.

He wasn't surprised—teleportation drains spirit energy like a burst dam; how could it last? Even though Fu Yunzi was as fast as thunder, Lin Daochen only stared at his heaving chest, white knuckles, and cold sweat beading on his forehead. He knew perfectly well that once his spiritual energy was depleted, this old thief would be paralyzed on the ground, at the mercy of others.

Fu Yunzi suddenly stopped, turned to the side and sneered, "Lin Daochen, don't think you're hunting me down, I'm actually watching you too." Her voice was icy, "If you blink even once... your corpse will be cold."

Lin Daochen didn't respond. He already knew that Fu Yunzi wasn't a spineless coward with a mere reputation. Inside this enormous corpse, the two had been locked in combat for a full day and night, and the Blood Path Maze still seemed endless. He simply stopped, created some distance, and stopped rushing forward—the more hasty he was, the easier it would be to be dragged into the trap his opponent had laid.

Fu Yunzi sped through the dark passageway, the spirit stone in his palm humming and emitting a blue light as it frantically seized the spiritual energy floating on the walls. He suddenly accelerated, his figure transforming into a streak of crimson light as he pierced straight ahead.

Lin Daochen followed slowly, his gaze like needles, meticulously examining every step and breath Kuafu took. The spirit stones within Kuafu's body were as numerous as stars; he absolutely could not let Fuyunzi eat and drink his fill—otherwise, the prey would instantly become the hunter.

Time ticked by, and Fu Yunzi's exhaustion finally gave way: his absorption of spirit stones slowed, his steps grew heavier, and the blood he coughed up turned from red to dark. Lin Daochen's heart leaped—he couldn't hold on any longer. If he could just drag this out for another half an incense stick's time, this old scoundrel would collapse and convulse, and then it would be his turn to close the net.

Inside Kuafu's belly, the killing intent intensified. The two figures repeatedly darted back and forth, intersecting and tug-of-war within the blood-soaked maze, one desperately trying to break free, the other firmly holding on. Fu Yunzi employed a variety of methods, but Lin Daochen remained ever-present, never even blinking.

Suddenly, the entire blood path trembled violently, and Kuafu's corpse let out a low roar like thunder! A surge of spiritual energy crashed down on them, and the two were violently thrown away like kites with broken strings.

Lin Daochen dug his five fingers into the slippery spirit stone wall, his knuckles turning white, and he forcefully pinned himself to the spot; Fu Yunzi, on the other hand, tumbled several times in mid-air, awkwardly pushing off the wall for leverage, barely managing to steady his crooked body.

Just then, a blinding golden light suddenly burst forth from the end of the passage—it was the entrance to the place where the sacred artifact was located! The two people's eyes met the blazing light at the same time, and a flash of fire appeared deep in their pupils.

Deep within the body of Kuafu, Fu Yunzi repeatedly used teleportation, trying to shake off the persistent black shadow behind him. Lin Daochen followed unhurriedly, flicking his finger. A lightning leopard with silver scales and crackling eyes suddenly leaped out, its four paws darting into the air, and tightly bit into Fu Yunzi's dissipating spiritual energy.

Lin Daochen knew perfectly well that Fu Yunzi was no ordinary opponent; this man was cunning and calculating, planning every step meticulously. Fu Yunzi's teleportation was like a ghost flashing through the cracks, leaving no trace, yet Lin Daochen remained calm and composed, his mind unaffected by the lightning-fast movements. He understood perfectly well that this was not a chase of physical prowess, but a contest of wits and composure.

Fu Yunzi moved swiftly through the body of Kuafu, his form as ethereal as smoke and mist, flashing intermittently among the thick, mountain-like veins. Lin Daochen's gaze was like a nail, firmly locking onto each of his movements.

In an instant, a chill ran down his spine—Fu Yunzi was quietly laying bait, luring him to make the first move. Lin Daochen remained calm, simply hanging his hands at his sides, waiting for his opponent to reveal his fangs: he had long seen through it all; what Fu Yunzi was truly waiting for was the opening where his fingertips trembled and his spiritual power slightly leaked.

As Fu Yunzi teleported, her waist twisted slightly and her toes barely touched the ground, subtly shifting within a mere ten feet. Her peripheral vision scanned Lin Daochen's shoulders and neck. Lin Daochen, however, remained rooted like an ancient pine tree, his energy concentrated in his dantian, not even blinking an eye.

There was no word between the two, yet it seemed as if a thousand-pound undercurrent was silently colliding—and the path to the sacred artifact thus became even more profound and unpredictable.

Just as Fu Yunzi caught a glimpse of the slightest relaxation in Lin Daochen's eyes, he immediately sealed off the three main meridian passages, cutting off his retreat. Alarm bells rang in Lin Daochen's mind, and the Heaven-Turning Seal activated in response. With a flick of his wrist, spiritual pressure exploded, attempting to tear apart the seal. But Fu Yunzi's ears twitched slightly, and his figure had already blurred into a blur as he darted away, barely avoiding the earth-shattering palm strike.

"You haven't even grown your hair yet, and you dare to try and steal a sacred artifact?" Fu Yunzi's lips curled into a sneer, and his right arm suddenly shone with a dazzling silver light, like a living bone blade, aimed straight at Lin Daochen's throat. Lin Daochen's eyes were calm and deep, neither dodging nor avoiding, but merely tilting his neck slightly, allowing the cold light to graz his Adam's apple, tearing a thin line in his collar.

He suddenly raised his palm, his five fingers spread wide, a vortex of energy swirling within his palm, and slammed it into the void—Boom! The shockwave roared like an angry dragon, crashing head-on into Fu Yunzi's bone blade, causing his entire bloodline to vibrate.

Fu Yunzi's wrist trembled violently, blood spurted from his tiger's mouth, and he staggered back several steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi, yet he was abruptly stopped three feet away.

"Your tricks aren't even worthy of giving me gua sha." Lin Daochen's voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like a hammer blow. His gaze was sharp and unwavering, as if this battle had only just begun.

Fu Yunzi coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood from a thousand feet away, the stench filling the air. It was the mark of the backlash from his failed sneak attack. His throat tightened, and his chest felt heavy—Lin Daochen's vigilance was impenetrable, suffocating him. This battle made him realize completely: the young man before him had bones harder than Kuafu's ribs.

While fleeing within Kuafu's body, Fu Yunzi's figure darted left and right through the intricate maze of tendons, desperately trying to shake off the ever-present killing intent behind him. Just as he passed a fork in the road and thought he could catch his breath, a voice as cold as ice cleaved through the air, chilling him to the bone.

"Escape?" The voice was like a blade scraping against blue bricks. "Do you think you can get away?"

Fu Yunzi turned around abruptly, and a dark shadow, accompanied by a foul stench, rushed towards the top of his head! He twisted his waist and spun around rapidly, his movements so fast that he left afterimages, but the shadow was even faster—it followed him like a shadow, clinging to him like a life-or-death situation.

Lin Daochen suddenly appeared, and the Vajra Pestle crashed down with immense force! Fu Yunzi's pupils shrank, a tingling sensation spread through his scalp, and his heart sank: This kid... he actually knows teleportation?

Before the pestle even arrived, the gale had already forced the stray hairs on his forehead to stand on end. He hastily raised his arm to block, but the immense force sent half his body numbing, and he staggered back seven steps, his ankles sinking deep into the flesh. At the same time, a lightning leopard sprang up beside him, its claws tearing through the air, its eyes flashing with lightning, and its fangs menacingly ready to devour.

"You...can teleport too?" Fu Yunzi's voice was dry as she stared at Lin Daochen in disbelief.

Lin Daochen did not answer, but slowly raised the Demon-Subduing Pestle, its tip flickering with spiritual flames; the Lightning Leopard lowered its body, a series of crackling arcs of electricity erupting from its back. The two attacks arrived simultaneously, and the world fell silent.

Fu Yunzi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally shouted, "Lin Daochen! Stop! The matter of the sacred artifact doesn't necessarily have to involve bloodshed—put down your weapons and let's sit down and talk!"

Lin Daochen seemed not to hear him. He swung the Vajra Pestle again, and the Lightning Leopard transformed into a silver bolt of lightning, both pouncing towards him. His voice was calm and unwavering: "I accepted your trap completely. But you overlooked one thing—my patience is much longer than you think."

Forced into a corner, Fu Yunzi gave a strange smile that was both cowardly and arrogant. She tapped her back teeth with the tip of her tongue, her tone carrying three parts resignation and seven parts unwillingness: "Fine... I underestimated you. Since you insist on pushing me to the brink, then I have no choice but to—go all out."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Daochen's attack had already begun. The Demon-Subduing Pestle swept away layers of spiritual energy, and the Lightning Leopard tore through the scorching electric net. Fu Yunzi gritted his teeth, his palms flying, and braced himself to meet the overwhelming killing move head-on.

Deep within the territory of the Kuafu Body, the battle between Lin Daochen and Fu Yunzi had reached a life-or-death juncture. The Heaven-Turning Seal roared down, while the Lightning Leopard tore through the wind and pounced. The two fierce attacks closed in like iron pincers, forcing Fu Yunzi into a dead end against the cliff wall, with nowhere to retreat.

Lin Daochen stared at the stiff smile on his lips and scoffed, "That smile is like flesh cut by a knife, extremely ugly."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yunzi's usually composed demeanor shattered, and a blazing red flame of rage erupted in his eyes. He swallowed hard and roared, "You think you can crush me with such paltry tricks? You're far too arrogant!"

Lin Daochen stood motionless, his gaze sharp and resolute, like a blade tempered in ice. He slightly raised his fingertips, causing the Heaven-Turning Seal to hum and hover, while the Lightning Leopard circled in mid-air—one up, one down, one forceful, one swift, pinning Fu Yunzi to a tight spot. He knew that the slightest relaxation now would mean the loss of all his previous efforts.

"Arrogant?" Lin Daochen's voice was as cold and hard as stone. "But this arrogance was handed to me by you yourself."

Forced to retaliate, Fu Yunzi unleashed his Heavenly Sensing Realm power, causing the spiritual energy in the entire void to surge like boiling water. Even with his aura dissipating and his meridians burning, he gritted his teeth and met the Lightning Leopard's claw shadow head-on. The wind of his fist and the lightning collided repeatedly in the narrow gap, causing the rock walls to crumble and peel away.

Lin Daochen moved with the precision of a chess piece, his advances and retreats all methodical. The Azure Fu Sword swept across the room, the Immortal Binding Rope lay hidden at his waist, and the Purple Lightning Pearl was poised to strike—each magical treasure was like a thread, quietly tightening around Fu Yunzi's breathing rhythm.

Fu Yunzi finally abandoned his magic and fought bare-handed, his muscles bulging and his knuckles turning white. But Lin Daochen's expression remained unchanged, only his rock-solid calmness remained, which made Fu Yunzi's anger surge, yet he was helpless.