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

"The King of Ming is right," Meng Chixing sighed, "This Dao Chen Zhenren is indeed above Zhang Zhenren."

Kumārajīva smiled bitterly and remained silent, but his heart was in turmoil: I knew he was powerful, but how could he be so strong?

He couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky—thankfully he had heeded advice and hadn't dared to leave Wudang, otherwise he would probably be a charred corpse by now.

"Forget it, from now on I'll just behave myself and sweep the floors at Wudang."

He smiled bitterly to himself, yet a glimmer of hope quietly rose within him:

"Sweeping the floor here... is not necessarily a demotion. If I could get some guidance from that old Taoist priest, perhaps... I could also glimpse the gate to becoming a terrestrial immortal."

Kumārajīva silently tried to justify himself.

Apart from Meng Chixing and a few others, the surrounding martial arts heroes were already in an uproar:

"As expected! Master Xuancheng of Shaolin has finally been defeated! Dao Chen Zhenren of Wudang has slain another terrestrial immortal; he's gone completely mad!"

"That's ruthless! This Dao Chen Zhenren is terrifying! He defeated two Land Immortals in succession, and both were overwhelming defeats. It's defying the heavens!"

"What do you know? Xuan Cheng is hailed as the number one martial artist in Shaolin for nearly two hundred years! Yet he couldn't even last ten moves against Dao Chen. This difference in strength is outrageously absurd—absurd to the extreme!"

"The key point is that he just fought with Daoist Baisun, and even if he only used one move, his true energy was depleted. To be able to instantly kill Xuan Cheng in that state... this isn't human, this is a monster!"

"The Wudang Sect is truly poised for a meteoric rise! With Dao Chen Zhenren in charge and Zhang Zhenren guarding the mountain gate, who in the martial world will dare to disrespect Wudang in the future?"

"..."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, their astonishment tinged with awe. Those who usually disliked Shaolin were now laughing out loud.

"Ha, Shaolin has really lost face this time! They came to Wudang with great fanfare to demand an explanation, but their own deity was killed first. How are they going to clean up this mess? They can't beat them in a fight, and they don't have the confidence to argue with them. They're really in a dilemma."

"What else can we do? Pack our bags and get out of here! Do you think you can keep challenging us? Aren't you afraid of losing another immortal? Hahaha!"

"..."

Kongzhi and the others heard these sarcastic remarks clearly.

But they had no will to refute at this moment. All they could think about was the swaying figure in the arena—Xuan Cheng.

Just as he was about to step forward to check on him, he saw Xuan Cheng slowly raise his head.

"A few days ago, I broke through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal, full of vigor and confidence, thinking that I had reached the pinnacle of martial arts. But I never expected that I would die on the summit of Wudang Mountain today."

"Fate can be incredibly cruel..."

He spoke breathlessly, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with resentment and sorrow.

After a moment, he struggled to raise his eyes, his gaze falling on Lin Daochen, dim as ashes: "Before you die, can you answer one question for me?"

Lin Daochen nodded calmly: "Speak."

Xuan Cheng took a deep breath and asked in a heavy tone, "How did you create so many martial arts techniques specifically designed to counter my Shaolin's unique skills?"

"It wasn't something I made up on purpose," Lin Daochen said calmly. "I just made it up on the spot while we were fighting."

"Just casually?"

Xuan Cheng was taken aback, then suddenly roared, "Absurd!"

"Every Shaolin skill is the result of generations of eminent monks' painstaking efforts and countless refinements! How dare you say you can break it on the spot? How is that possible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Oh?" Lin Daochen raised an eyebrow, his tone dismissive. "A bunch of lousy, worthless skills, what's so hard about breaking them?"

"you!!!"

Xuan Cheng suddenly jumped up, his chest heaving violently, and his face turning from red to purple.

The next instant, life receded like a receding tide. Within a few breaths, his body had become stiff and cold, and he fell straight to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face still burning with rage.

—That's how a person got so angry they died.

Xuan Cheng, a dignified Shaolin Temple immortal and hailed as the strongest in nearly two hundred years, has fallen.

But ultimately, he did not die purely from anger.

Even during the final clash, Lin Daochen's fist had already shattered his heart meridian. He was only holding on by sheer willpower, wanting only to ask the question that weighed on his mind. As a result, Lin Daochen's words, "trash martial arts," completely ignited his anger, causing him to die instantly from a stroke of rage.

"Grandmaster!!!"

Kongzhi and the others were ashen-faced, their souls nearly scattered.

Disciples of the Kunlun and Kongtong sects were terrified and remained silent.

Even the Shaolin monks, the land immortals, have fallen here. Who else can stop Wudang?

The Huashan Sect Leader, Xianyu Tong, quietly approached Kongzhi and whispered, "Master... what should we do next?"

Kongzhi shuddered, as if waking from a nightmare. After a long silence, he finally spoke with difficulty:

"What's done today is irreversible. Let's stop."

"I will return to the temple and explain everything to the abbot before making a decision."

Lin Daochen's killing of Xuan Cheng certainly enraged Kong Zhi, but he knew very well that no amount of rage would help at this moment. Facing the two remaining powerful immortals of Wudang, even with their true essence depleted, Shaolin had no chance to challenge them.

A moment later, Kongzhi led several Shaolin monks into the square, silently carried Xuancheng's body on his back, and turned to retreat back to his main camp.

Just as the assembled heroes thought the day's events were over and were preparing to leave, Lin Daochen's clear, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Since you've come, why bother with such concealment and hiding?"

This sentence, like water splashed on ice, instantly froze the entire room.

All footsteps came to an abrupt halt.

Even the elders of various sects and the eminent monks of Shaolin stopped and turned their gazes to the center.

Meanwhile, on the Wudang side, Zhang Sanfeng and the others' expressions changed drastically. They knew Lin Daochen all too well—they detected a hint of solemnity in his tone, a kind they had never heard before.

"Heh...not bad, you do have some skill, being able to sense me."

A soft laugh rang out, and a dark figure appeared out of thin air, standing opposite Lin Daochen. Covered in black robes and wearing a strange mask, his movements were elusive and illusory, and almost no one could see how he appeared.

"Donghuang Taiyi?"

Lin Daochen's pupils contracted slightly, and the name immediately came to mind.

The Qin Dynasty, the master of the Yin-Yang School, Donghuang Taiyi.

Previously, he had been fighting against Bai Sun Dao Ren and Xuan Cheng in succession, and his divine sense was limited, so he did not notice this person's intrusion. It was only after killing Xuan Cheng that he suddenly sensed that there was another terrestrial immortal near Zi Xiao Palace—and that his aura was far stronger than Xuan Cheng's!

In an instant, he took out the last three Lesser Rejuvenation Pills from his storage ring without hesitation and swallowed them. His spiritual power quickly returned to full, and he then spoke to reveal the whereabouts of the newcomer.

"That's right, it is I, Donghuang Taiyi."

The man in black robes stood with his hands behind his back, his voice echoing like a secluded valley, "I have come today only to—annihilate your entire Wudang clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, a commotion erupted all around.

"What?! Donghuang Taiyi himself has arrived? Just how deep is the grudge between the Yin-Yang School of Qin and Wudang?"

"It's over, it's over! Wudang is really in trouble this time! I heard that Donghuang Taiyi is a veteran terrestrial immortal, and his strength far surpasses Xuancheng's. Dao Chen Zhenren and Zhang Zhenren just went through a fierce battle, how can they withstand it?"

"I heard from people in the martial arts world of the Great Qin Dynasty that Donghuang Taiyi entered the land realm decades ago, and all those he fought with died."

"Wu Dang is truly having a run of bad luck today, with four terrestrial immortals coming to cause trouble one after another!"

"..."

The onlookers were abuzz with discussion; some felt sorry for him, while others gloated.

Those with ulterior motives, however, had gleaming eyes and were secretly plotting: if Wudang were destroyed, wouldn't it be a golden opportunity to capture Zhang Cuishan in the chaos and interrogate him about Xie Xun's whereabouts?

"The fall of Wudang is exactly what I wanted!"

Within the Shaolin camp, Kongzhi stared intently at the Wudang group, his eyes filled with boundless hatred. Xuancheng's death was an unbearable pain for Shaolin—a rising star among the land immortals had fallen.

On the other hand, Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang turned ashen-faced upon hearing this.

boom!

Without the slightest hesitation, he soared into the air and landed beside Lin Daochen in an instant, facing Donghuang Taiyi directly. He said coldly, "Donghuang Taiyi, you are also a sect leader, the dignified leader of the Yin-Yang School of the Great Qin Dynasty. To take advantage of someone's weakness is far too unbecoming of you!"

Donghuang Taiyi smiled faintly: "Your Wudang clan slaughtered members of my Great Qin, a crime unforgivable. I am acting on the orders of the Qin Emperor to exterminate your entire family and bring you to justice. Why should I concern myself with morality?"

"If you have someone to blame, blame yourself for making too many enemies and provoking the wrong people."

This man is known for his ruthlessness and unscrupulousness in achieving his goals. Zhang Sanfeng's words of provocation were nothing more than a passing breeze to him.

Zhang Sanfeng sneered, "Donghuang Taiyi, even if you are powerful, you might not escape unscathed if my fellow disciples and I join forces!"

"hehe."

Donghuang Taiyi chuckled lightly, his expression calm and fearless. "Go ahead and try, what do I have to fear?"

He paused for a moment, then slowly said, "If you were all at your peak, and joined forces, I might not be able to defeat you."

"But now—" His eyes turned cold, "you have all been through fierce battles, and your true energy is less than one-tenth of what it used to be. Even if you stand side by side, you are only at the end of your rope, unable to withstand a single palm strike from me."

His words were like knives, cutting out the absolute confidence of a veteran land immortal.

Lin Daochen remained calm and said softly, "Why do we need to join forces to deal with you? I alone am enough."

"Junior brother, step back and recuperate. Leave this battle to me."

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, then quickly said, "Senior brother, you've already fought two battles. This Donghuang Taiyi is no ordinary opponent. Let me handle this!"

"He's too strong." Lin Daochen shook his head. "Your true energy hasn't recovered; you're no match for him. Save your strength for later. If I make a mistake, you can still make amends."

In truth, everyone knows that even at his peak, Zhang Sanfeng is far from being a match for Donghuang Taiyi.

Zhang Sanfeng had only been in the realm of terrestrial immortals for a few days, while Donghuang Taiyi had already been immersed in this realm for decades, possessing a profound foundation and extraordinary abilities.

Given time, under Lin Daochen's guidance, Zhang Sanfeng might well surpass him. But fighting him now would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

As for joining forces? Lin Daochen had no such idea for the time being.

He wanted to see just how far he could go by giving it his all.

In his previous matches against Bai Sun Zhenren and Xuan Cheng, he was completely in control and handled the situation with ease.

Now, facing Donghuang Taiyi, that certainty of victory has become blurred for the first time.

That's why a fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

The path of cultivation requires going against the wind and sustaining oneself through battle.

"Senior brother..."

"No need for further explanation," Lin Daochen raised his hand to interrupt. "It's settled then."

Zhang Sanfeng opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't say anything more.

Seeing Lin Daochen's resolute attitude, he could only silently retreat back to the Wudang camp.

The surrounding heroes, witnessing this scene, were immediately in uproar.

It's not surprising that Zhang Sanfeng volunteered to fight alongside Lin Daochen. It's also reasonable that Donghuang Taiyi seized the opportunity and the two joined forces.

But Lin Daochen actually sent Zhang Sanfeng back and faced the enemy alone—this is puzzling.

"What does Dao Chen Zhenren mean by this? He's already fought two Land Immortals, and now he wants to fight a third one all by himself?"

"Outrageous, I can't understand his moves at all."

"Could it be that he really thinks he can defeat Donghuang Taiyi single-handedly?"

"I'm afraid that's the case. Otherwise, why would they exclude Master Zhang? Master Daochen must be extremely confident."

Some people whispered their guesses.

Upon closer examination, it seems that only this explanation makes sense.

But this "confidence" is seen by most people as arrogance.