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

boom--!

The sword flashed like thunder, striking directly at a hidden node where the formations converged.

In an instant, the golden light shattered, the air surged, and the encirclement of the twelve golden men collapsed!

In the blink of an eye, his figure flashed and he had already reached the side of one of the golden figures, his sword slashing furiously at its chest!

boom! ! !

With a heavy metallic roar, the towering golden figure, over ten feet tall, was cleaved to the ground by a single sword strike, sending up clouds of dust several feet high.

It is difficult to form an array of eleven statues.

What followed was a one-sided hunt.

Crackling sound—boom!

Lin Daochen transformed into a streak of lightning, darting across the scene with incredible speed, his Sumeru Lightning Escape technique leaving only afterimages. With each flash, a muffled thud followed, and a golden figure collapsed to the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

Within moments, all twelve golden figures collapsed, lying like piles of scrap metal in front of the palace.

"Your Majesty," Lin Daochen stood with his sword at his side, his tone calm, "Do you still have any trump cards up your sleeve? Show them to us!"

Ying Zheng was stunned.

These twelve golden statues, from the day they were cast, were the last reliance of the Qin imperial family. In the days of warring states, countless top assassins infiltrated the Xianyang Palace, only to be torn to pieces by these twelve war puppets.

That's why he dared to show up in person, gambling on the chances of winning the standoff.

But now, this invincible formation has been easily defeated by one person.

For a moment, I was shaken and at a loss for what to do.

"Lord Zhang, take His Majesty away! I'll stop him!"

Gai Nie spoke in a deep voice, his gaze sharp as a blade.

At this moment, the only one left on the Qin side who could still put up a fight was this terrestrial immortal.

He did not aspire to victory, but only hoped to use his life to buy time and give Ying Zheng a chance to survive.

"Your Majesty, let's go!" Zhang Han shouted in a low voice, standing protectively beside Ying Zheng.

He knew in his heart that this was the only way to survive at the moment.

"Alright." Ying Zheng did not hesitate any longer and immediately turned to leave.

however--

Lin Daochen's figure suddenly soared into the air, lightning flashing across the sky, instantly passing through layers of guards and blocking the way for the two.

"Your Majesty, please wait."

The voice was flat, yet it felt like an iron chain pressing down on the throat, cutting off all escape routes.

At his speed, once the target appears, there's no chance of escape.

"Lord Zhang, take His Majesty away!" Gai Nie roared, his true essence erupting, and the Yuanhong Sword flew out of his hand, transforming into a vast white dragon that tore through the void and rushed straight towards Lin Daochen!

Hundred-Step Flying Sword - A full-force strike!

Sword energy crisscrossed, cutting straight cracks in the void, its power astonishing!

But Lin Daochen simply flicked his sleeve.

boom!!!

The violent energy surged against the wind, instantly crushing the white dragon of sword energy. Its remaining momentum did not diminish, and it directly slammed into Gai Nie's chest!

puff--!

Gai Nie spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

"How is it possible... to be this strong?"

His pupils dilated sharply, his face filled with disbelief.

He knew he was no match for them, but he never imagined the gap between them would be so vast.

His all-out killing move was completely shattered by the opponent without him even drawing his sword; the opponent simply used a sleeve to deliver the final blow.

From the moment they made their move to their defeat, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

He had thought he could fight for a chance to survive, but now he realized that he had overestimated the time and underestimated his opponent.

This gap was not enough for Ying Zheng to escape.

Reality unfolded exactly as he had predicted.

Just as Zhang Han had taken two steps to protect Ying Zheng, a flash of lightning appeared before their eyes, and Lin Daochen blocked their way again.

"Your Majesty, you cannot leave."

His tone remained calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"You go first, I'll hold him off!" Zhang Han's eyes widened in anger, and he drew his sword to pounce.

"No need."

Ying Zheng suddenly raised his hand to stop Zhang Han.

He took a deep breath, his expression returning to its cold and stern state.

"If Dao Chen Zhenren truly wanted to take my life, I would have been dead long ago."

He looked directly at Lin Daochen, and his imperial demeanor returned to his eyes.

After calming down, the First Emperor, who ruled the world, finally returned.

Given the strength Lin Daochen has displayed, if he really wanted to kill him, he would have already become a cold corpse. How could he still be standing here talking?

Lin Daochen chuckled lightly and replied calmly, "Not bad."

"If I really wanted to take your life, you probably wouldn't even be able to finish reciting the activation incantation for the Twelve Golden Men Formation."

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes, his tone calm and steady: "Then what brings you, Master, to the Qin Palace today?"

"Let's talk somewhere quieter," Lin Daochen said in a nonchalant tone.

After a while.

Inside the Imperial Study of the Qin Dynasty Palace.

The two sat facing each other, the candlelight flickering, the atmosphere slightly tense.

"Now you can tell me?" Ying Zheng asked. "What do you want? What can I do for you?"

Lin Daochen remained calm and slowly said, "It's the same as in the Ming Dynasty."

"First, gather cultivation resources for me."

"Secondly, I will access all the Daoist scriptures and classics in the world for my study and enlightenment."

"Third, establish Wudang as the state religion and honor my junior brother Zhang Sanfeng as the national preceptor."

Of the three conditions, the first two are the key points, while the last one was just something I did on a whim.

After all, he was one of the co-founders of Wudang. How could he miss such an opportunity to glorify the sect?

Ying Zheng listened without changing his expression, only asking one question: "Then what will I gain?"

"You're alive, and—" Lin Daochen casually raised his hand, handing over an ancient scroll, "You can borrow this book for a while."

It was the "Longevity Secret".

Ying Zheng was stunned.

Since you're so willing to part with this book, why did you resort to violence earlier? Why go through all that trouble?

With doubts swirling in his mind, he momentarily forgot to reach out and take the supreme Daoist scripture he had once dreamed of.

"What?" Lin Daochen raised an eyebrow. "Your Majesty doesn't want it?"

"Yes! Of course I want it!" Ying Zheng snapped back to reality, his voice trembling.

He took the "Longevity Manual" but did not immediately open it. Instead, he stared at Lin Daochen and finally asked the question that had been bothering him.

Lin Daochen simply smiled and said, "If I hadn't shown my skills first, would His Majesty have been so calm and collected in negotiating with me?"

Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment, then calmly replied, "No."

How could the mighty Emperor of Qin possibly lower himself to make a deal if he hadn't personally witnessed the other party's extraordinary abilities?

"Furthermore," Lin Daochen said in a slightly cold tone, "this is also a reminder to His Majesty—don't have any ulterior motives afterward."

His words carried a hidden meaning, a murderous intent: If you dare to break the contract, I can make sure your head rolls at any moment.

Ying Zheng understood, and a flash of anger crossed his mind, but he forcefully suppressed it.

The battle just now had made him realize that he was powerless to resist this person.

"So?" Lin Daochen asked calmly, "Will you accept this deal?"

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and whispered, "I... have no choice."

To refuse is to face certain death.

Agreeing not only guarantees survival but also the chance to see the "Longevity Manual"—what an irresistible temptation!

He's not stupid; he naturally knows what to choose.

"Very good." Lin Daochen nodded slightly, showing no surprise.

"Now you can turn the pages." He paused, then added, "But let me tell you in advance—this book contains no immortality techniques, it's just a profound internal cultivation method."

One sentence, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguished the light in Ying Zheng's eyes.

"this……"

His hand, which was turning the pages of the book, froze in mid-air.

An internal energy cultivation method? The Great Qin Library has at least dozens of them! Is it worth provoking the behemoth Wudang for this? Losing soldiers for nothing is a huge loss!

"But it's rumored that the True Man's rapid progress was due to cultivating the 'Longevity Formula'?" Ying Zheng pressed on, unwilling to give up.

"This is just hearsay," Lin Daochen dismissed casually, then changed the subject, "I cannot achieve immortality at the moment. But if it's just about extending lifespan... I do have a way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed in his palm, and a pill appeared out of thin air.

Ying Zheng's pupils contracted—this method was simply unpredictable!

"This is a longevity pill," Lin Daochen said calmly. "Take one, and you will be immune to all diseases and your lifespan can be increased by ten years."

It was the ten-year life-extending pill he had left over from his early years.

"Longevity Pill!" Ying Zheng's breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes fixed on the pill, his gaze burning like fire.

He had been working tirelessly for the country for many years, and his health had deteriorated. Lately, he had been having nightmares every night, feeling that his time was coming to an end.

Now, a glimmer of hope is at hand.

This is the real reason why he is so obsessed with the "Longevity Manual" and even goes to great lengths to obtain it.

Now that his hopes for the "Longevity Manual" have been completely dashed, he is filled with despair, as if he has fallen into an abyss.

Unexpectedly, Lin Daochen rekindled a glimmer of hope for him.

Although one cannot live forever, being able to extend one's life by ten years is already an extraordinary stroke of luck!

More importantly, these ten years are enough for him to continue his pursuit of true immortality.

"This elixir is so rare, how could the Immortal truly be willing to bestow it upon me? Why don't you take it yourself?"

Ying Zheng stared intently at Lin Daochen, his voice low and deep as he asked.

Lin Daochen smiled calmly: "Of course it's for His Majesty, otherwise why would I take it out?"

"It's just a longevity pill, nothing special in my eyes. I am a cultivator, and I have no use for such external things."

Ying Zheng was taken aback.

This is a divine pill that can extend one's life by ten years! In his eyes, it was enough to cause turmoil in the world, but in Lin Daochen's mouth, it was like a mortal item that could be discarded at will.

In that instant, his heart skipped a beat.

"A cultivator?...I'm more likely...a cultivator of immortality!"

The thought exploded in my mind.

Only a true immortal could be so indifferent to things that prolong life. After all, immortals are beyond life and death.

Let's recall Lin Daochen's earlier words—

"Your Majesty desires immortality, but this humble Taoist priest cannot grant it for the time being."

The key word is "temporary"!

It's not that we can't, it's just that the time isn't right yet!

Ying Zheng suddenly realized: Lin Daochen must be a person on the path to immortality. Perhaps his cultivation has not yet reached its peak, or perhaps he is still weighing whether to grant him the method of immortality.

"Thank you so much for this treasure!"

Ying Zheng respectfully accepted the longevity pill with both hands, his tone and expression already carrying a hint of submission.

"It's a small matter." Lin Daochen waved his hand lightly. "As long as Your Majesty keeps your promise, I will offer you an even more generous reward in the future."

He paused, then casually mentioned, "Before coming to Xianyang, I visited the capital of the Ming Dynasty and presented the Emperor with a 20-year longevity pill to repay him for his years of collecting rare treasures for me."

These words, though seemingly casual, were actually like a thunderclap.

Ying Zheng was deeply shaken, instantly understanding its profound meaning—

You are not the only option. I can give him, and I can give you more, provided you offer value.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, a word I speak is as good as gold. I will certainly fulfill my promise!"

Ying Zheng solemnly declared his stance, each word as firm as iron.

"That's excellent."

Lin Daochen nodded slightly, a smile playing on his lips.

His elaborate schemes of coercion and enticement today are not merely for immediate gain, but to cultivate another "collaborator" besides Emperor Zhengde to plunder resources for him.

The higher one's cultivation level, the more one needs. The Ming Dynasty alone is far from sufficient to support his cultivation path.

In this world where spiritual energy is depleted and spiritual materials are scarce, one must squeeze every last drop of usable cultivation foundation in order to go further.

Ying Zheng was extremely decisive. After the deal was settled, he immediately led Lin Daochen to the Qin Treasury and let him choose whatever he wanted.

Lin Daochen accepted without hesitation, his gaze sweeping over the items, and he collected everything containing spiritual energy into his storage ring.

The entire process was silent and stealthy—no movement was observed, and the treasures in the vault vanished one after another into thin air.

Ying Zheng stood to the side, his heart pounding, his awe deepening.

Such supernatural powers are beyond the reach of ordinary people; only the methods of immortals can achieve them!