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

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The palms clashed, and a muffled thunderclap resounded. Lin Daochen's tiger's mouth was shattered, but he gritted his teeth and did not retreat a single step. Each strike from the three blood-red blades was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, as if to crush him into dust, making his very bones tremble.

"Lin Daochen, you do have some skill, but under the Three Turns of Floating Clouds, no one survives!" Fu Yunzi's voice was like iron striking stone, echoing back and forth in the cave, his eyes burning with fighting spirit and his killing intent as firm as iron.

Lin Daochen sneered, his palms suddenly clasped together and then exploded open, the black vortex suddenly reversed, turning into a spiral gale, which forcefully twisted the three blood blades into pieces!

He raised his eyes and stared at Fu Yunzi, his words as sharp as nails: "Fu Yunzi, I have no interest in your nostalgia. I'm stopping you today not for a friendly spar, but to cut off your path to destruction—this battle will be a fight to the death!"

Lin Daochen stood deep within the cavern, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the stone beneath his feet. The fissure above him, tearing through the rock wall, was crumbling inch by inch, sunlight rapidly evaporating like quicksand… Fu Yunzi suddenly disintegrated, splitting in two—his left half surging with fiery flames, crimson like blood spilled from a furnace; his right half churning in darkness, black as an ancient abyss. Lin Daochen's heart sank, his breath catching in his throat. This method of tearing apart one's very essence, of yin and yang distorting each other, was no ordinary supernatural power, but a dangerous technique that directly struck at the cracks of the Great Dao.

"I underestimated you." Lin Daochen's voice was calm, but his gaze swept over Fu Yunzi's two avatars like a blade. An ordinary person would have been terrified at this sight, but he remained ramrod straight, his mind clear, not even his eyelashes trembling.

The dark shadow emitted a muffled, thunderous hiss from its throat, while the crimson flames crackled and exploded, the heat distorting the air and scorching flesh. Lin Daochen's fingertips twitched slightly, knowing that this battle had only just begun.

Suddenly, the dark shadow exploded into a thick, inky mist, carrying a stench of decay and soul-corroding decay, descending upon him! Grayish-white, corpse-spot-like patterns floated within the mist, instantly dissolving clothing upon contact and rotting skin upon touch. Lin Daochen's toes touched the ground, and golden light exploded from his dantian, instantly condensing into a glassy light shield, forcefully shattering the deathly aura into scattered fragments.

Almost simultaneously, crimson flames suddenly coalesced, transforming into a fiery red projectile that hurtled through the air with a piercing shriek! The moment the projectile exploded, hundreds of tongues of fire danced wildly, crackling and popping as the air crackled. Lin Daochen's figure swayed, like a kite with a broken string, gliding diagonally for three zhang, the scorching waves brushing past his ears, his temples charred.

"What a brilliant move, Burning Abyss Split Form." His brows furrowed slightly, and golden patterns flickered in his palm. This strike was heavier, more poisonous, and more difficult to deal with than he had anticipated.

The two avatars suddenly swirled and returned to one. Fu Yunzi stood in the middle of the rubble, his eyes surging with resentment and determination. Black blood dripped from between his fingers and condensed on the ground into a long, narrow blood blade, its blade gleaming with a cold, iron-like dark light.

"I've lived for three hundred years, and no one has ever forced me to draw this sword." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against dry bones. "Today, I will use your life to sharpen it!"

Before the words were even finished, the blood-red blade slashed horizontally! Wherever the blade's wind passed, the air froze inch by inch, and then shattered inch by inch.

Lin Daochen's eyes turned cold, and he instantly teleported over. His right fist, wrapped in thunderous sound, slammed out, while his left palm flipped, and a blue-white tornado suddenly rose up, carrying the force of wind and thunder, straight towards Fu Yunzi's central palace!

Fu Yunzi swung his sword to block, blood spurting out like blooming lotus flowers, but his defenses were still torn apart by the force of the punch. Lin Daochen's punch was so fast it tore through afterimages, striking Fu Yunzi's chest with a muffled thud like an ancient bell hitting a mountain. Black blood splattered like rain, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into half of a rock wall.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, he split open again—flame on the left and abyss on the right—and leaped away from the fatal blow.

"As expected... he's a tough nut to crack." Lin Daochen felt a slight chill in his heart, neither underestimating his opponent nor daring to be careless. Every move they exchanged felt like dismantling the opponent's fate on the tip of a knife.

The shadow slowly materialized, Fu Yunzi's back hunched, but his eyes burned with a desperate fire. He took a deep breath, and the putrid aura around him surged, even turning the moss on the ground to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Instead of retreating, Lin Daochen advanced, stepping forward to meet the overwhelming black tide. In an instant, his entire body burst forth with golden light, his bones resonated, and nine layers of golden tablet phantoms seemed to emerge beneath his skin, finally condensing into a majestic golden body, as stable as a mountain, indestructible.

"Blood Cultivation True Body, Nine Steles Suppress the Prison!" He shouted in a low voice, and golden light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire cave as if it were daytime.

Fu Yunzi's pupils contracted sharply. The black mist collided with the golden body, hissing and steaming as if snow had met boiling water. Before he could recover, Lin Daochen had already transformed into a golden rainbow, cleaving through the void and piercing straight into his heart!

Suddenly, the crack in the cave ceiling tore open, and Fu Yunzi swayed, revealing his aged appearance. As his sleeves fluttered, the rhythm of the Floating Duckweed Song quietly spread—the water ripples were invisible, yet they wove into nine dark whirlpools, locking Lin Daochen firmly in the center, unable to move.

Fu Yunzi hovered in mid-air, looking down with a cold smile on her lips.

"Do you think you can escape?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice pick piercing the eardrum, each word sinking into the bone marrow.

Lin Daochen was trapped in the swirling vortex, his limbs feeling as if they were stuck in mud, and even his breathing was heavy. But when he looked up, his eyes remained clear and unwavering.

With a flick of his fingertips, Fu Yunzi conjured fine raindrops in the air. Seemingly gentle and harmless, they fell with a sharp intent to sever cause and effect. The raindrops fell silently—Lin Daochen's left shoulder was ripped open, his right arm's tendons severed, and blood spurted out, splashing onto the damp rock wall like suddenly blooming red plum blossoms.

Fu Yunzi's fingers flew, activating a secret technique. Countless invisible water blades, like venomous snakes spitting their tongues, relentlessly stabbed at Lin Daochen's vital points. Lin Daochen's shinbone fractured, his body arching violently as if being twisted by invisible iron clamps. Trapped and unable to move, his eyes burned with two inextinguishable flames, blindingly bright.

The seventh and eighth splashes of water suddenly merged, and Fu Yunzi's gaze darkened as he locked onto Lin Daochen's eyes—blood spurted out, like a knife cleaving through the air, piercing straight into his pupils! Alarm bells rang in Lin Daochen's mind, but there was no way to avoid it. His eyes were instantly burned through, and the world crashed into an inky abyss.

Pain? It exceeded the boundaries that flesh and blood could describe; blindness? It was more like a window of the soul being gouged out. But in the instant that darkness swallowed everything, the ferocity in his chest surged back, he pressed his throat, and his breath sank into his dantian, as steady as a rock.

"Your eyes will be burned to ashes in my palm; your remaining life will be nothing but eternal night." Fu Yunzi sneered, her tone filled with the chilling confidence of victory.

Before he could finish speaking, a violent aura suddenly erupted from Lin Daochen's body, and golden light burst forth like a raging tide breaking through a dam! Caught off guard, Fu Yunzi was thrown back three steps by the golden wave, his robes fluttering wildly.

"Blood Cultivation Body, Heavenly Stele to Suppress Soul!" Lin Daochen roared like thunder, golden light surged, condensing into an imposing and unbreakable golden armor dharma image, the light barrier stronger than black iron, causing the water blades to shatter one after another.

Fu Yunzi's pupils contracted—this kid was clearly on the verge of death, yet he could still break free of his restraints and unleash such immense power! The golden curtain stretched out before him, like an insurmountable chasm, causing his offensive to falter.

Lin Daochen gritted his teeth and propped himself up, his leg bones creaking, blood trickling down his trousers, but he stood straight, his eyes sharper than a blade.

"You want to crush me, but I will stand tall and straighten my spine like a sword!" His voice was hoarse, but every word was powerful and resounding. The fire in his heart burned hotter than lava.

On the brink of life and death, Fu Yunzi's supernatural powers ravaged the land like a torrential downpour, tearing Lin Daochen's body apart, leaving him covered in wounds. Yet, even with his skin torn and bleeding, his eyes grew ever clearer—through the fog of excruciating pain, he glimpsed the true nature of this battle: it was not a vendetta, but an act of instruction; not plunder, but a delivery.

Each of those seemingly random, yet powerful, moves was not a killing blow, but rather a testament to the teachings of a predecessor, written with blood and pain as ink. Lin Daochen, awakened on the edge of a blade and his mind cleared in the face of despair, finally understood the silent guidance.

"Do you understand now?" Fu Yunzi's voice was as cold as a double-edged sword, but at the end of her tone, there was a hint of probing that was not easily detected.

Lin Daochen nodded, his gaze calm: "This is not a duel, but the lineage you have passed on. Every fleeting cloud is an insight you have gained from chewing up fate and swallowing it down."

Fu Yunzi's lips curled slightly, a hint of scrutiny in her mockery: "Ha, I thought that only when the pain is excruciating would a person open their eyes. You haven't disappointed me."

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly: "The first song, 'Floating Life,' is your lash against greed and recklessness; the second song, 'Duckweed,' is your sigh at the cruel twists of fate. And I respond with my 'Turning Clouds and Turning Rain' technique—not to resist, but to catch up."

Fu Yunzi frowned slightly, not expecting that he could peel back the surface of the supernatural power and get straight to the core: "Interesting."

Lin Daochen's gaze remained fixed: "The rain in the second song appears docile on the surface, but it actually harbors a hidden force of reversal. I broke the deadlock with the blue rain, not to win, but to reclaim the right to interpret the past—that strike not only shattered the illusory black hole you laid out, but also allowed me to re-grasp the warm light that you deliberately buried."

Fu Yunzi's eyes turned cold, the chill still lingering: "So, you really think that's enough?"

Lin Daochen shook his head, straightening his back even more: "It's far from over. How about the third piece?"

Fu Yunzi chuckled, but refrained from further mockery: "The third piece is a realm of perfect harmony between heaven and earth. Are you even worthy to hear it?"

Lin Daochen did not answer, but slowly stood still, looking towards the deep crevice in the cave.

Fu Yunzi's eyes surged with emotion. Finally, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to activate the third melody. The void rift trembled violently, and chaotic energy surged and converged, as if the entire world was holding its breath in anticipation.

In an instant, the cave lost its original appearance—the rocks receded, light and shadow overlapped, time entwined like silk, and space rippled like water. This place was no longer a corner of the mortal world, but a secret realm with its own laws: rules whispered here, will took form here, and all things flowed in a silent rhythm.

Lin Daochen was jolted awake, as if struck by a thunderbolt, his mind soaring to the heavens. He desperately tried to comprehend the unpredictable realm before him, not only wanting to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors, but also yearning to shatter the old path and carve out his own unique ladder to heaven.

Fu Yunzi's laughter echoed against the stone wall, "You really think you can step over my shoulder? Ridiculous!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Daochen suddenly straightened his back, and his murderous aura exploded. Golden light surged and churned like molten lava bursting its banks, so intense that it was impossible for people to open their eyes.

Fu Yunzi's laughter was abruptly cut off, and his expression changed drastically—the oppressive aura was as heavy as a collapsing mountain, making his fingertips numb, and even the floating clouds around his fingertips began to dissipate.