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

"I was wrong, I was wrong... I was ignorant."

The man who had spoken earlier immediately lowered his head and admitted defeat.

"Brother, don't take it to heart, please continue, we're all listening!" someone quickly tried to smooth things over.

The man snorted coldly before nodding and continuing, "In this battle, Dao Chen Zhenren did more than just kill three terrestrial immortals."

"Have you heard of the Hundred-Loss Daoist? The old devil who used to roam the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty, he recently broke through to become a terrestrial immortal and went to Wudang to provoke them—and what happened? Dao Chen Zhenren struck him with one palm, killing him on the spot!"

"And then there's Master Xuancheng of Shaolin, hailed as the greatest Shaolin master in two hundred years, a veritable immortal. Yet, True Person Dao Chen broke through eighteen of his ultimate techniques, shattering his heart meridian with a single punch, killing him instantly!"

"The last one is even more ruthless... Let me tell you!"

Others couldn't help but chime in.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, the earth-shattering battle on Wudang Mountain that day was pieced together bit by bit.

Those in the inn who hadn't been there in person listened in stunned silence, their faces pale, only one thought churning in their minds:

Dao Chen Zhenren... Could he really be the reincarnation of the Dao Ancestor?

The Imperial Palace of the Ming Dynasty, the Imperial Study.

Emperor Zhengde summoned the envoy who had returned from Wudang.

On the occasion of Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday, he specially dispatched the Grand Secretary to lead a group of important officials to represent the court in offering congratulations.

"Report everything that happened at Wudang Mountain in detail."

Emperor Zhengde gave the order in a deep voice.

In fact, an urgent report had been sent to the palace earlier, mentioning only a few words about the great changes, but the details were unclear, and he needed to hear it all with his own ears.

"As you command."

The Prime Minister bowed and recounted the entire story of that battle.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhengde's pupils constricted sharply, and his whole body trembled.

He had already overestimated Lin Daochen, but he never expected that the other party would be this strong!

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: "The decisive alliance with Wudang back then was indeed the wisest decision of my life!"

Now that Wudang has two terrestrial immortals, one of whom can slay gods and immortals as easily as slaughtering dogs, how can the Ming Dynasty not be secure?

"Your Majesty," the Grand Secretary said solemnly, "in this battle, Dao Chen Zhenren killed Donghuang Taiyi, the head of the Yin-Yang School of the Great Qin. The enmity between Wudang and the Great Qin has deepened. If our dynasty continues to join forces with Wudang, we must be prepared for a full-scale war with the Great Qin."

The Qin emperor Ying Zheng was always domineering and unparalleled. Having suffered two defeats at Wudang, he would never give up easily.

"Let's fight! Who has our Great Ming Dynasty ever feared?"

Emperor Zhengde waved his hand decisively.

He had already made up his mind: from this day forward, the Ming Dynasty and Wudang would share life and death, and never betray each other!

As long as Dao Chen Zhenren is alive, Wudang will be an unshakeable pillar supporting the sky.

With the same side, the Ming Dynasty is as solid as a rock!

"Immediately gather all the classic texts in the world, prepare all the items that Dao Chen Zhenren needs, and send them to Wudang as soon as possible without any delay."

He gave the order in a deep voice.

……

Time goes by.

News of the Battle of Wudang spread like wildfire across the land, rapidly reaching all the kingdoms and dynasties from the Ming Dynasty.

When the truth came out, the world was shocked.

Shaolin Temple, Mahavira Hall.

The monks knelt before Abbot Kongwen, their faces pale and their grief beyond words.

Between them lay two corpses—one was Xuancheng, and the other was Kongzhi.

On that day, Kongzhi ordered the rest of the Shaolin monks to go to Wudang to apologize, but he insisted on fighting and ultimately died by Yu Lianzhou's sword.

After several days of arduous travel, these Shaolin monks, carrying the bodies of Xuancheng and Kongzhi, finally returned to the mountain gate today.

"Abbot! You must avenge Patriarch Xuancheng and Senior Uncle Kongzhi!"

The monks knelt on the ground, their voices choked with sobs, their foreheads pounding heavily against the bluestone, each word dripping with blood.

Before Kong Wen could speak, Kong Xing, the head of the Arhat Hall standing beside him, was already furious. He took a step forward and shouted, "Senior brother! How can we tolerate such a blood feud? From this day forward, Shaolin and Wudang are irreconcilable enemies! Gather your troops immediately, storm Wudang, and massacre their gates!"

Kong Wen's gaze turned cold as he suppressed the surging anger in his heart and slowly said, "Junior Brother Kongxing is right. This grudge must be avenged. But we must not act rashly; we must plan carefully before we act."

As the abbot, he could not raise an army out of anger.

After everyone had left, Kongxing frowned and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what are you afraid of? If we don't avenge this quickly, what will become of Shaolin's prestige? People in the martial world will only laugh at me for being cowardly and incompetent!"

Kong Wen sighed deeply, a look of pain flashing in his eyes: "How could I not understand these principles? I have been restless day and night because of the deaths of Ancestor Xuancheng and Junior Brother Kongzhi! But the problem is... we can't win now."

His voice was deep yet clear: "Lin Daochen is too strong. Before Master Tongming emerged from seclusion, no one in the entire temple was his match."

"Revenge can only be sought when Master Tongming returns."

His words were calm, but his heart was in turmoil.

Why did Lin Daochen suddenly appear here?

Back then, he was just one of the servants who served Jueyuan. He was mediocre and unremarkable. How could he have surpassed Zhang Sanfeng and even killed Donghuang Taiyi?

On the other side, after listening, Kongxing's anger subsided, replaced by solemnity.

Lin Daochen's strength is indeed beyond reason. To attack rashly at this moment would be tantamount to inviting humiliation.

"Senior brother, in your opinion, if Patriarch Tongming were to face Lin Daochen, what would the outcome be?"

Kong Wen smiled faintly, his brows revealing the arrogance of an ancient temple with a history spanning centuries: "When Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng were still menial servants, Master Tongming had already entered the realm of terrestrial immortals nearly a century ago. How dare a mere junior compare himself to my master?"

"Furthermore, according to my report, Lin Daochen used a secret technique to forcibly elevate his cultivation level in order to kill Donghuang Taiyi. In reality, his true strength was far inferior to his. Compared to Ancestor Tongming, he was far inferior."

His gaze was sharp as a knife as he said, word by word, "Pass down the order to appease the monks and be patient for now. Once Master Tongming emerges from seclusion, that will be the day we settle scores with Wudang."

"On that day, Wudang will be destroyed!"

His tone was chilling, and his killing intent was palpable.

Since the founding of the Shaolin School a thousand years ago, we have never suffered such a humiliation. We cannot quell our hatred until we have completely wiped out Wudang!

Buddhism teaches compassion, but it also has its moments of fierce anger.

What he found even more intolerable was that Lin Daochen had created several martial arts techniques specifically designed to counter Shaolin's unique skills!

This is not a provocation, it is an attempt to shake the very foundations!

Shaolin Temple absolutely cannot tolerate this!

Great Qin.

Deep within the palace, candlelight flickered in the imperial study.

Zhang Han, the leader of the Hidden Guard, knelt on one knee, his voice low yet booming like thunder: "Your Majesty, urgent report from our spies! Something has happened at Wudang Mountain in the Ming Dynasty—Donghuang Taiyi has been personally killed by Dao Chen Zhenren of Wudang!"

After he finished speaking, the hall fell into a deathly silence.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted sharply, and even Gai Nie, who was standing behind him, suddenly opened his eyes, his expression trembling.

Dao Chen Zhenren?

When did Wudang produce such a terrestrial immortal? Wasn't it said that the entire sect only had Zhang Sanfeng as a top master?

After a moment of silence, Ying Zheng said in a deep voice, "Tell me what happened in detail."

"As you command."

Zhang Han bowed his head and reported the entire story of the battle at Wudang Mountain.

After listening, Ying Zheng and Gai Nie remained silent for a long time, as if they were nailed to the spot by an invisible force.

After a long silence, Ying Zheng finally spoke slowly: "Mr. Gai, what do you think of Lin Daochen?"

Gai Nie's expression was solemn, his voice low but each word as firm as iron:

"Terrifying. Utterly terrifying. We must never make an enemy of them unless absolutely necessary."

He is a peerless grandmaster at the pinnacle of swordsmanship, only a step away from the legendary realm of terrestrial immortals. He awaits only the opportune moment to break through his shackles and attain the status of a terrestrial sword immortal.

That is why he has an extremely clear understanding of the power of that level.

Lin Daochen was able to kill three terrestrial immortals in succession—such combat power is beyond description with the word "terrifying," it is simply defying the heavens!

He could hardly imagine just how vast Lin Daochen's true essence was, that he could fight three equally powerful experts in succession without running out of energy.

What's even more chilling is that none of the three escaped; they all perished at his hands. This wasn't just strength; it was an overwhelming crushing defeat.

After listening to Gai Nie's words, Ying Zheng remained silent for a long time, his gaze deep and unfathomable. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Mr. Gai, do you think... Lin Daochen possesses such combat power because he cultivated the immortal techniques hidden in the 'Longevity Manual'?"

After a moment's thought, Gai Nie said frankly, "I believe it is highly likely."

Lin Daochen's performance was so astonishing that anyone who heard it would immediately think of the long-standing rumor that the "Longevity Manual" contained the true secrets of immortals.

"I think so too," Ying Zheng said coldly.

Before he finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his voice was resolute: "Summon Li Si and Meng Tian to the palace immediately!"

He was determined to obtain the "Longevity Manual"!

The Qin cavalry first destroyed the Ming Dynasty, then trampled Wudang!

No matter how strong Lin Daochen is, even if it means paving the way with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he will still grasp that immortal technique in his hands!

Ten thousand elite troops are not enough, so we'll send a hundred thousand!

Anyone who blocks my path to immortality shall die!

……

The Liyang Dynasty, located on the shore of the East Sea.

On the walls of Emperor Wu's city, the wind swirls up the remaining clouds.

Two figures stood side by side atop the city. One was Wang Xianzhi, the city lord who had suppressed the Jianghu of Liyang for sixty years, and the other was Deng Tai'a, the "Peach Blossom Sword God," who was hailed as the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the new generation after Li Chungang, the Green-Robed Sword God.

The two had just exchanged blows.

On the surface, it still appears to be a draw, just like the previous two times.

"Lord Wang, there's no need to yield," Deng Tai'a said calmly. "I'm not someone who can't accept defeat."

He and Wang Xianzhi faced off three times, and outsiders said they were evenly matched. But Deng Tai'a knew very well that Wang Xianzhi had held back his strength each time in the first three encounters.

This was Wang Xianzhi's habit: he would always show leniency to any promising young talent he took a liking to, giving them a chance to hone their skills.

Wang Xianzhi remained silent, only letting out a soft laugh, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the sea met the sky.

After a moment, Deng Tai'a spoke again: "Have you heard the intelligence from the Ming Dynasty? The battle at Wudang Mountain."

Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly.

How could the Martial Emperor City not know about such a world-shaking event?

"If you were to face Dao Chen, the True Man of Wudang, what are your chances of winning?" Deng Tai'a asked directly.

Wang Xianzhi responded calmly: "Killing three terrestrial immortals is nothing special."

Although he did not give a direct answer, the meaning behind his words was already clear.

Deng Tai'a's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

He finally understood that there was still an insurmountable chasm between him and the person before him. Any further struggle would only bring more humiliation.

"Thank you for your kind offer three times." He cupped his hands in a smile, "Farewell."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed down the high city wall. A donkey that had been waiting for him for a long time was riding backwards. He flicked the reins and rode straight towards the Ming Dynasty.