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

As soon as the column of air appeared, a strong wind swept back, causing the bricks and stones of the city wall to explode and fragments to fall in a flurry, while the onlookers below screamed and scattered.

At this critical moment, Zhang Sanfeng also made his move.

His fists drew a perfectly natural arc in the air.

boom!!!

A fist force, a blend of black and white, burst forth, like the convergence of yin and yang, reversing the order of heaven and earth, directly confronting the pillar of destruction.

In fact, he could have easily used the "disarming" technique of Hunyuan Taiji to avoid his sharp edge.

But he didn't.

Since Meng Chixing was determined to decide life and death in an instant, how could Zhang Sanfeng back down?

The Way of Hunyuan Taiji is not limited to simply guarding.

Overcoming strength with gentleness does not mean always showing weakness.

When it is time to erupt, it can be incredibly powerful, shattering mountains and rivers!

The force of the fist tore through the sky, and the energy was like a dragon, carving two bottomless cracks in the void before colliding violently!

boom--!!!

A loud explosion shook the heavens and the earth.

The martial arts practitioners watching from below the city gate felt excruciating pain in their eardrums and their heads were buzzing, as if they had been struck by lightning.

Centered on the point of impact, the violent aftershocks surged like a raging sea, transforming into countless destructive torrents that swept across all directions.

Smoke and dust billowed, and rubble flew everywhere. On the city wall, blue bricks crumbled, tiles fell in a flurry, and one shocking pit after another appeared.

This fortified city, once the pride of the Great Yuan Dynasty, now trembles and groans under the clash of two unparalleled masters.

The people below the city hurriedly retreated, dodging falling rocks. Their steps were unsteady, but their eyes were fixed on the sky.

What will be the outcome? No one dares to blink.

A moment later, the dust settled.

Two figures reappeared on the city wall.

Zhang Sanfeng stood in the wind, his Taoist robe fluttering unharmed, his aura as steady as a mountain, as if the earth-shattering attack just now had nothing to do with him.

In contrast, Meng Chixing's face was as pale as paper, his black robe was torn in several places, and his breathing was erratic, indicating that he had already been injured.

The outcome is obvious.

"Master Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled; I have been defeated."

Meng Chixing spoke frankly and directly, without beating around the bush.

"Thank you for your concession."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly.

Although the outcome was already expected, hearing the words of surrender still caused a stir among the crowd below.

The martial arts figures of the Ming Dynasty were elated and beaming with pride; the Yuan Dynasty, on the other hand, looked somber and remained silent.

"Does the martial art you displayed today have a name?"

Meng Chixing asked again, his tone solemn.

Each move was fluid and graceful, perfectly in accordance with the laws of nature, truly a peerless and extraordinary art.

"Hun Yuan Tai Chi Chuan".

Zhang Sanfeng answered.

"What a magnificent technique! Truly exquisite!" Meng Chixing exclaimed sincerely. "Master Zhang's martial arts are profound; to create such a divine skill is truly a genius of our time!"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and chuckled:

"This style of boxing was not created by me; it was passed down to me by my senior brother, Lin Daochen."

Meng Chixing's pupils contracted slightly, and he asked in surprise:

"Senior brother? Wudang has such a figure? Why has the martial arts world never heard of him?"

"My senior brother is only at the second rank of martial arts, and he is single-mindedly devoted to the pursuit of knowledge, avoiding conflict, so he lives in seclusion in the world."

Zhang Sanfeng spoke calmly, yet with deep respect.

"What a pity...what a pity!" Meng Chixing sighed. "With such talent, if he had focused on martial arts, he would surely have become a grandmaster. It's a shame he chose to live in obscurity."

He paused, then said seriously:

"Today's battle has given me a glimpse into a profound truth. The realm of terrestrial immortals is not far off."

"Once I break through this barrier, I will surely ascend Wudang Mountain again and test my skills against the True Immortal."

"This humble Taoist awaits the arrival of the Demonic Sect."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled calmly, turned around and leaped off the city wall, then drifted away with Yu Daiyan.

With Meng Chixing present, the Yuan army dared not stop him and allowed him to leave.

On the city wall, Meng Chixing stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze distant.

He turned his head and asked a majestic man beside him, dressed in a magnificent purple-red robe and exuding an imposing aura:

"Ban'er, what did you notice in the battle just now?"

This person was none other than his personal disciple, the Demon Master Pang Ban, a martial arts prodigy unseen in a hundred years in the Great Yuan Dynasty.

Upon hearing his master's question, Pang Ban's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice:

"I have benefited immensely. The path to becoming a Grandmaster is now before me."

"Hahaha! Good! What a brilliant move!"

Meng Chixing laughed heartily, the gloom in his heart dissipating.

So what if he lost? Though he made a move, he saw the shadow of the future change of power.

This child is capable of cultivating the "Great Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart," possessing extraordinary talent. His future achievements will surely surpass those of others!

Just now.

Deep within the crowd, Bai Sun Dao Ren stared at Zhang Sanfeng's departing figure, his eyes shifting between light and shadow.

The murderous intent arose, but was ultimately suppressed.

Even though Zhang Sanfeng had just experienced a major battle, he had no chance of winning.

The image of being blasted away by a single palm strike and nearly losing my life is still vivid in my mind.

More than a decade has passed, but that fear remains etched in my bones.

He wouldn't dare to act unless he was absolutely certain.

It was a miracle that I survived last time.

If he made a mistake, Zhang Sanfeng would never give him a second chance to escape.

"Wait a little longer. Once I've mastered my divine skills and reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, I'll settle this old score myself!"

Bai Sun Dao Ren stared intently at Zhang Sanfeng's departing figure, his eyes filled with venomous resentment, and he swore a cold oath in his heart.

As the onlookers dispersed, news of Zhang Sanfeng's great battle against Meng Chixing spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world.

With one battle, he became famous, and Wudang's reputation reached new heights.

……

a few days later.

Zhang Sanfeng took Yu Daiyan back to Wudang Mountain.

Upon receiving the news, Song Yuanqiao and others immediately came to pay their respects.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Zhang Sanfeng's gaze swept over his disciples, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and he nodded with satisfaction:

"Excellent! You have not wasted your time while I was away. Each of you has cultivated a calm and focused aura, and your cultivation has improved considerably."

Song Yuanqiao and the others exchanged smiles, all looking smug.

"Master, I have broken through to a higher realm."

Before he finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted from Song Yuanqiao's body and soared into the sky.

"Boss, you've reached the Grandmaster level?"

"Haha, great! That's wonderful!"

Upon hearing this joyous news as soon as he returned to the mountain, Zhang Sanfeng was greatly surprised and his face lit up with excitement.

But an even bigger surprise was yet to come.

"Master, I have also broken through to a higher realm."

As Yu Lianzhou took a step forward, the overwhelming pressure of a grandmaster swept across the land.

"Master, I've succeeded too."

"Master, I've also broken through."

"Master, me too."

Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu spoke in succession, their momentum rising steadily.

Among them, Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting both jumped from the second rank of martial arts to the first rank; Mo Shenggu even crossed the threshold of the third rank in one fell swoop and reached the second rank.

This scene left Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan speechless.

What's going on?

They only visited once, and Wudang Mountain has already become a sacred place for cultivation?

When did breaking through realms become so worthless?

Song Yuanqiao didn't keep them in suspense. He took out an ancient manual and presented it with both hands: "Master, you and Third Junior Brother just left, and Senior Uncle created an amazing internal skill. We made rapid progress thanks to it."

Zhang Sanfeng took it and looked at it—"Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong".

He turned just one page and was completely absorbed in it, his eyes burning with passion, as if he had discovered a supreme treasure.

Song Yuanqiao coughed twice: "Master, you're back. Shouldn't you go to the Scripture Pavilion... and say hello to your senior brother?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes!"

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly came to his senses, quickly put away the manual, and turned to leave.

"Master, wait!"

Yu Daiyan quickly caught up.

Upon arriving at the Sutra Repository and meeting Lin Daochen, Zhang Sanfeng's first action was to take out the Nine Yang Manual and present it to him with both hands:

"Senior brother, I've brought back the Nine Yang Manual you requested."

"Thank you for your hard work, junior brother."

Lin Daochen accepted it, his expression calm.

Yu Daiyan followed closely behind and bowed to express his gratitude.

Zhang Sanfeng then briefly recounted his experiences during his trip to the Yuan Dynasty.

After listening, Lin Daochen smiled slightly:

"Congratulations, Junior Brother, for defeating Meng Chixing. Your fame will spread throughout the world, and your reputation will surely rise even higher."

"Senior brother, please don't tease me." Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand. "Although I am not as single-minded as you in pursuing the Dao, I really don't care about these empty fame and fortune. To be honest, Meng Chixing truly deserves to be called the number one expert in the Great Yuan Dynasty. If it weren't for the Hunyuan Taijiquan you passed down, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven for me to defeat him today."

"Furthermore—" he paused, then exclaimed, "I had barely left when you created the 'Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong,' allowing the eldest brother and the others to break through their cultivation levels one after another. This talent is truly astonishing! Compared to the 'Pure Yang Wuji Gong' I taught, it's worlds apart!"

"If this attack method were to spread, the martial arts world would probably go into a bloodbath."

He praised it sincerely.

Lin Daochen smiled calmly and did not refuse.

He deserves this praise.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly became serious and asked:

"Senior brother, could you use the Heavenly Secrets Technique to calculate the whereabouts of Fifth Brother?"

Having experienced the search for the "Nine Yang Manual" before, he now had complete faith in Lin Daochen's deductive skills.

Every step was executed with perfect precision, as if examining the lines on the palm of one's hand.

Now that Zhang Cuishan has been missing for many years, he finally thought of this senior master who knew the secrets of heaven.

Lin Daochen closed his eyes briefly, then opened them a moment later and said calmly:

"Nephew Cuishan is safe and sound. He will return within a few years. There is no need to worry."

Icefire Island is isolated overseas, its location is difficult to find, and ordinary methods would leave no trace of it.

Anyway, Zhang Cuishan and his group were all very resilient before they left Wudang Mountain, so there was no need to send someone specifically to look for them.

Hearing Lin Daochen say this, Zhang Sanfeng was completely relieved.

As long as you're alive, nothing else matters.

As soon as he stepped out of the library, Yu Daiyan couldn't contain himself and immediately came up to him: "Master, you've almost finished reading the 'Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong,' can you let me take a look?"

"Go ask the boss for a new copy! I need to savor this one. Oh, and pass on a message for me—I'm going into seclusion, and I'm handing over the reins of Wudang to him."

He dismissed Yu Daiyan with just a few words, quick and efficient.

As Zhang Sanfeng traveled, he pondered the profound mysteries of the Nine Yang Manual, and had already been deeply moved by it; now, having acquired the Hunyuan Taiji Gong, he was even more at ease. He knew in his heart that it was time to reflect and thoroughly integrate these two extraordinary skills.

Who knows, if we pass this hurdle, we might break through that window and ascend to the realm of terrestrial immortals.

"Understood, Master," Yu Daiyan replied, then turned and left.

The two then went their separate ways.

Zhang Sanfeng went straight into the pass and devoted himself to comprehending the Dao; Yu Daiyan, on the other hand, successfully received a brand-new "Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong" manual from Song Yuanqiao.