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

It is now widely rumored in the martial arts world that the sword strike of Master Dao Chen of Wudang was filled with overwhelming killing intent and can be called the number one killing technique in the world.

Deng Tai'a, on the other hand, was a swordsman who practiced killing techniques.

If that's the case, why not go and see for yourself just how fast and how ruthless that sword is?

In fact, he was not the only one who had this idea.

Upon hearing this, countless swordsmen across the land were filled with excitement and set off to Wudang Mountain to seek instruction.

Just to catch a glimpse of what that divine sword truly looked like.

……

Liyang Wudang.

After Yu Xingrui returned to the mountain with Li Yufu, he immediately sought out the sect leader, Wang Chonglou.

"Junior brother, tell me quickly! Was the battle at Wudang Mountain really as astonishing as the rumors suggest?"

As soon as Wang Chonglou saw him, he couldn't wait to ask him questions.

Yu Xingrui nodded solemnly: "My master's prestige far surpasses what is rumored."

"It is a lifelong regret that my senior brother was unable to attend, as he was unable to witness the divine presence of such a person."

He then recounted the entire battle in detail.

After hearing this, Wang Chonglou remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "It is indeed a great regret that I was unable to witness Uncle Daochen's action."

After a pause, Yu Xingrui continued, "There is one more matter that I need to discuss with my senior brother. During my time at Wudang in the Ming Dynasty, I have already informed Uncle-Master Zhichen and Uncle-Master Zhang about my senior brother's assistance to the Crown Prince of Beiliang in cultivating the Great Yellow Court."

After a pause, Yu Xingrui spoke in a deep voice: "Uncle-Master Dao Chen and Uncle-Master Zhang are extremely dissatisfied with Senior Brother's decision. They said, how can the Wudang lineage bow and scrape? How can the dignified sect leader pave the way and carry the sedan chair for outsiders?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Wang Chonglou.

"This was written by Senior Uncle Zhang himself; Senior Brother will recognize it at a glance."

This time, Yu Xingrui didn't try any tricks. On the day the battle at Wudang Mountain ended, before leaving the mountain, he did indeed inform Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng about the matter and earnestly requested the two seniors to intervene.

And their attitude was exactly as he said—firmly opposed.

After reading the letter, Wang Chonglou's expression darkened slightly, and a hint of shame appeared between his brows.

"Uncle Zhang's admonition is correct. I was short-sighted and lacked thorough consideration."

He sighed softly, his tone resolute: "The agreement with the King of Beiliang is hereby nullified."

"That's great!" Yu Xingrui's eyes lit up, and he blurted out his praise.

"But..." Wang Chonglou frowned, "Xu Xiao is the butcher of Beiliang. How many sects in the martial world were crushed by his iron hooves back then? Now that we have suddenly broken the contract, he may be furious and take his anger out on Wudang."

This matter involves the martial arts foundation of the Northern Liang prince; it's not something that can be stopped so easily. If we're not careful, a large army will be pressing in, and Wudang will be in grave danger.

Yu Xingrui smiled calmly: "These things have already been discussed and agreed upon by my senior brothers and I."

"In two months, the World Taoist Conference will begin, and the venue will be Longhu Mountain in Liyang."

"At that time, either Master Daochen or Master Zhang will come to Liyang in person. Then, we will discuss the matter with the King of Beiliang face to face."

"With them there to keep things under control, even if Xu Xiao is arrogant, he won't dare to act recklessly."

Wang Chonglou nodded slowly.

This strategy is sound and foolproof.

……

Deep within the Sutra Repository of Wudang Mountain in the Ming Dynasty.

Lin Daochen sat quietly before the sandalwood table, his fingertips lightly stroking an ancient Daoist canon, and softly recited: "Form has its waxing and waning, the governance of the five elements, sometimes excessive, sometimes insufficient. In the beginning, when there is excess, it goes forth, and when there is deficiency, it follows; when there is deficiency, it goes forth, and when there is excess, it follows..."

Before the words were even finished, my heart suddenly trembled—

[You have thoroughly studied the Five Elements Daoist Canon, comprehended the principles of mutual generation and restraint, and integrated swordsmanship with the secrets of heaven, ultimately creating the immortal ultimate technique: the Five Elements Heaven-Sealing Sword!]

After many days of arduous cultivation, he finally achieved enlightenment. Lin Daochen closed the Daoist canon, a slight smile playing on his lips, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Just then, Song Yuanqiao pushed open the door and entered, looking extremely flustered.

"Senior Uncle! They're here again! More than a dozen groups of swordsmen have arrived today, each insisting on learning swordsmanship in person! I had to plead with them to leave, but as soon as I saw them off, another group arrived!"

He chuckled wryly, "At this rate, Wudang will soon become a gathering place for sword cultivators! Uncle-Master, you have to come up with a plan!"

After that battle, Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion to cultivate, and Lin Daochen returned to the Sutra Repository to cultivate in seclusion. All the daily affairs of Wudang fell on his shoulders.

That battle, however, shook the world, and Lin Daochen's name became widely known. His Great Freedom Gengjin Sword was even hailed as the "pinnacle of swordsmanship" in the martial arts world.

How many swordsmen are there in the world? Those who heard of him came in an endless stream, blocking the mountain gate every day, just to see Lin Daochen.

Lin Daochen was too lazy to deal with it and left it all to Song Yuanqiao.

At first, Song Yuanqiao was able to manage the situation, but he couldn't withstand the growing number of people, all of whom were polite and full of flattery—"Grandmaster of Martial Arts," "Master of Swordsmanship," "Light of Wudang," and so on.

You can't hit them, you can't scold them, and you can't chase them away; they're really a pain in the neck.

Lin Daochen smiled faintly after hearing this: "It's a small matter."

He took out a piece of warm, smooth jade, and with a light stroke of his fingertip, a sharp sword intent instantly sealed it into the jade.

"Take this and hang it at the Sword-Viewing Pavilion on the mountain path. Spread the word—whoever can break this sword intent, I will personally meet them."

He had already set a threshold: only those with exceptional swordsmanship talent and a clear mind could pass this test.

How many people in the world can do that?

Now, the excitement should subside.

If such a person were to visit, it wouldn't be a big deal for him to take the time to meet with them.

"Wonderful, wonderful! My senior master is truly brilliant."

Song Yuanqiao accepted the jade stone with great delight.

From then on, I no longer had to deal with those idle people who came to visit me every day.

The conditions are already set out—the capable rise, the mediocre fall; success or failure depends entirely on ability, and there's no need for him to waste his breath.

In a blink of an eye,

The Wudang disciples then spread the news throughout the martial arts world.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Swordsmen from all over the world flocked to the scene upon hearing the news, all eager to pass the sword intent trial set up by Dao Chen Zhenren.

Unfortunately, several dozen days passed and no one managed to break the spell.

Gradually, "Who will be the first person to pass through Dao Chen Zhenren's sword intent" became the top topic of conversation among martial arts practitioners.

The pavilion where the jade hangs is surrounded by onlookers, with crowds thronging around it every day, just like a marketplace.

this day,

Another group of swordsmen returned defeated, and the crowd suddenly became restless.

A figure strode in, drawing everyone's attention.

His face was covered by a black scarf, his black robe fluttered in the wind, he wore black shoes and socks, and carried a long sword with a black sheath on his back. The cold light of the sword was not revealed, but it made the air feel stagnant.

"It's Guo Songyang, the Iron Sword of Songyang! A true master of swordsmanship! In terms of swordsmanship alone, he can be considered a top expert in the world!"

"Can he...make it?"

Before the questions were even settled, the answer had already been revealed.

A moment later, Guo Songyang staggered out, his face ashen and his eyes trembling.

lost.

"Give up." His voice was hoarse as he looked at everyone. "I really can't think of anyone in this world who can break Dao Chen Zhenren's sword intent."

In that battle, he seemed to be facing the might of heaven; before he even drew his sword, his heart had already crumbled.

Just then, a cold laugh pierced the noise:

"You can't think of that? That's because your perspective is too narrow."

Before he finished speaking, a person walked slowly over.

Everyone's pupils contracted—

"Huang Qing, the Sword Master of the Northern Mang Chess and Sword Music Academy! He is the number one swordsman in Northern Mang!"

"Rumor has it that he is the only Grandmaster of Swordsmanship in the Northern Wilderness in the past five hundred years, possessing extraordinary talent!"

"What's even more terrifying is his sword energy. It must be deliberately suppressed; the slightest relaxation will reduce everything within a ten-zhang radius to dust!"

"If even he can't get past this... then isn't it impossible for anyone to break through?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Huang Qing stepped into the pavilion.

After an incense stick had burned, he stepped out of the pavilion, his face as pale as snow and his steps unsteady.

"Am I narrow-minded?"

Guo Songyang's lips curled into a sneer. "Who just said 'shallow-minded'?"

Huang Qing remained silent.

His boastful words still ring in our ears, but now he has suffered a swift and decisive defeat. Any further explanations will only bring him further humiliation.

The surrounding swordsmen shook their heads: "Even Huang Qing was defeated... I'm afraid no one can pass this sword intent trial."

Suddenly, a sneer came from afar:

"What do the people of Northern Mang know about swordsmanship? Their so-called number one master is nothing more than a monkey becoming king when there are no tigers in the mountains."

Huang Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold as he looked in the direction of the sound—

A man riding backwards on a donkey, holding a peach blossom branch, strolled leisurely by. His clothes fluttered in the wind, and his expression was languid yet not to be ignored.

"Deng Tai'a! How dare you humiliate my Northern Barbarian lands!"

Huang Qing shouted in a deep voice.

Deng Tai'a glanced at him sideways, his tone as indifferent as if he were dismissing a beggar:

"What? You don't accept it?"

He leaped lightly, landing silently, the peach blossom branch in his hand lightly touching the ground:

"Come on, let's have a match. If I can't kill you with one sword strike, I'll admit defeat."

"you--!"

Huang Qing was furious, his fists clenched, but he ultimately did not dare to accept the challenge.

He knew better than anyone else—

Deng Tai'a was not boasting, but stating the facts.

That sword strike could have really taken his life.

Seeing Huang Qing grit his teeth and remain silent, one of the swordsmen watching, whose origins were unknown, asked in a low voice:

"Who is this guy? How can he be so arrogant?"

"Deng Tai'a, the Peach Blossom Sword God! The new generation of sword master in the Li Yang Dynasty after the Green Robe Sword God! He and the Northern Barbarians are mortal enemies, so it's perfectly normal for him to dislike Huang Qing."

"That being said, he really had the confidence to say it. In terms of swordsmanship, Li Yang is far superior to Bei Mang; in terms of personal strength, Deng Tai'a is far superior to Huang Qing."

"Don't underestimate him just because he's a grandmaster of swordsmanship; his actual combat strength is comparable to that of a terrestrial immortal. When he said he could kill Huang Qing with a single sword strike, it was no exaggeration."

"Then...can he pass the sword intent trial?"

Everyone held their breath, all eyes focused on the scene.

Deng Tai'a dismounted from his donkey and strolled into the pavilion.

The moment my gaze fell upon the jade pendant hanging from the beam—

The world changed suddenly.

The pavilion has disappeared.

Before him stretched an endless wasteland, desolate and bleak, with yellow sand swirling in the wind and sword intent surging like a tide, overwhelming everything.

boom--!

The sky shattered, and five colossal mountains appeared out of thin air, pressing down on the heavens.

Each mountain peak is entwined with distinct sword energy, its aura soaring to the heavens, each possessing its own unique charm.

The white mountain is like a blade, its sharpness fully revealed, tearing through the void!

The green mountains are like the wind, fleeting and unpredictable, without shadow or form!

The Blue Mountains rise like a tide, stretching endlessly, in a continuous cycle!

Red Mountain is like a flame, fierce and raging, burning everything in its path!

Mount Huangshan is as imposing and profound as an abyss, suppressing heaven and earth, standing firm and unmoving!

"The Five Elements Sword Intent?"

Deng Tai'a's eyes narrowed, and he instantly realized that these five mountains were the condensation of five ultimate sword techniques.

In an instant, a deafening buzzing sound filled the air!

Bai Shan trembled slightly, and an extremely sharp sword intent slashed down, as if to cut his soul in two.

Without hesitation, he drew his sword and met the attack head-on with his own sword intent!

The collision was deafening, and before the aftershocks could be felt, Bai Shan's sword intent had already quietly receded.

Following closely behind, the four mountains of green, blue, red, and yellow launched attacks in succession, with four sword intents coming in turn, some unpredictable, some continuous, some violent, and some profound.

Deng Tai'a accepted them one by one with ease.