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

The next day.

Yu Lianzhou returned from the Qin Dynasty and went back to Wudang.

After paying respects to his master Zhang Sanfeng and his fellow disciples, he followed Zhang Sanfeng to the Sutra Repository.

Upon seeing Lin Daochen, he immediately bowed in greeting.

He then truthfully conveyed the attitude of Emperor Ying Zheng of Qin.

"Master Uncle, the deeds of the three great dynasties are too numerous to recount. Wudang absolutely cannot tolerate this."

Yu Lianzhou spoke with a firm tone and a burning gaze.

Lin Daochen chuckled and nodded: "That's how it should be."

Ying Zheng's reaction was exactly what he had expected.

The neighboring Ming, Song, and Wu dynasties had already reported back similar stances.

After a moment's thought, Lin Daochen turned to Zhang Sanfeng: "Junior brother, you will personally lead your troops to the Ming Dynasty to coordinate with the main army."

"Lianzhou, return to Qin and lead the Wudang disciples to cooperate with the Qin army in the expedition."

"Then send another order to Cuishan to lead his men to Dawu; Shenggu will lead his troops into Dasong to join the allied forces of the two countries."

In a few more days, his soul will be fully restored.

That day will mark the end of the three great dynasties.

In this battle, he wanted more than just the lives of the three emperors—he wanted to completely erase the existence of these three dynasties.

Beyond revenge, it's also paving the way for the future.

He wanted to promote the cultivation of immortality for all, establish a cultivation order centered on Wudang, and absolutely not allow any uncontrolled separatist forces to exist.

Zhang Sanfeng had no objection to Lin Daochen's arrangement.

The two then withdrew and began to deploy their troops.

a few days later.

The four-nation alliance of Qin, Ming, Song, and Wu pressed on the border, heading straight for Yuan.

At the same time, Lin Daochen rode a crane and descended upon the Great Yuan Khanate.

Kublai Khan, the Great Khan of the Yuan Dynasty, had long been prepared for his arrival.

After losing almost all of his top experts, his only remaining asset was his elite cavalry.

The Khan's court was surrounded by layers of defenses provided by the Khan's personal guards—the Kheshig, known as the strongest cavalry.

However, this elite army, on which high hopes were placed, was nothing more than a chicken or a dog in front of Lin Daochen.

He disdained a protracted fight, and with a flick of his hand, he tore through the army formation, moving as if into an empty field, and charged straight towards the central government of the Khan.

Upon arriving at the Khan's tent, they discovered that Kublai Khan had already fled.

Lin Daochen swept his cold gaze across the crowd, grabbed a Kheshig centurion, and used the soul-searching technique on him.

Although they had not yet found out where he was hiding, they had already identified his appearance.

This is enough.

His divine sense spread out, sweeping across the entire city in an instant.

A moment later, he locked onto Kublai Khan's presence in an ordinary tent.

With a series of flashes of lightning, he arrived in an instant.

"How...did you find me so quickly?"

Kublai Khan's pupils contracted sharply and his heart trembled violently at Lin Daochen's sudden appearance.

But he reacted quickly, immediately pleading in a mournful voice: "Master! If you will show leniency today, the Great Yuan is willing to make Wudang the state religion, and from now on will obey your every command without any disloyalty!"

"No need." Lin Daochen's tone was cold and indifferent. "I believe that the Great Yuan Dynasty should not exist."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of sword light appeared, and blood splattered five steps away.

Kublai Khan didn't even have time to scream before his head rolled to the ground. Lin Daochen picked it up casually, leaped onto a crane, and soared into the sky.

Moments later, he appeared on the front line where the allied forces of the four great dynasties, including the Qin, were fighting against the Yuan army. With a flick of his arm, Kublai Khan's head was smashed into the enemy ranks like a broken sack.

"Your Khan is dead!"

In an instant, the Yuan soldiers were terrified. The already retreating army crumbled instantly, and their morale collapsed like a landslide.

Taking advantage of the situation, the armies of the four dynasties launched a surprise attack, their iron hooves trampling through the wilderness and penetrating deep into the heart of the Yuan Dynasty. War raged across the land, and the change of dynasties was imminent.

Lin Daochen did not venture deeper with the army. He stood on the back of a crane, his gaze cold and stern, and turned north—heading straight for the Northern Barbarians.

As early as when the Qin allied forces set out, the Northern Barbarians already felt the chill of losing their lips and teeth, and were urgently mobilizing troops to rush to the aid of the Yuan Dynasty.

Before any action could be taken, devastating news arrived: Kublai Khan had died, and the Yuan Dynasty collapsed in an instant.

The Northern Mang army had just finished assembling when it was forced to withdraw and instead deployed its forces around the capital, attempting to use heavy troops to prevent Lin Daochen from entering the palace to assassinate the emperor.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain.

Those elite imperial guards who were once so proud were nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs in Lin Daochen's eyes. He descended from the heavens on a crane above the palace, like a god descending to earth, and no one could stop him.

The top masters who were once loyal to the imperial court all perished in the battle at Wudang Mountain. Now, the Northern Mang imperial palace is only occupied by a group of ordinary people guarding the palace with weapons.

Lin Daochen, at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, had already transcended the mortal realm. Even terrestrial celestial beings were no match for him, let alone these imperial guards.

A flash of sword light streaked across the air, leaving a trail of blood mist. Amidst the strewn corpses, he slowly walked into the inner palace, facing the Northern Mang Empress directly.

"Master Dao Chen!" The Empress's face was pale, yet she still forced herself to maintain her composure. "Back then, when Bodhisattva Tuoba made his move in Martial Emperor City, it was my decision alone, and it had nothing to do with the people of Northern Mang!"

"The guilt lies with me, not with others!" Her voice trembled but remained firm. "I am willing to die to atone for my sins—I only beg the Immortal to spare the people of Northern Mang!"

She knew she was doomed. She dared not hope to survive, only wishing to trade her life for a sliver of hope, to preserve this land.

The first female emperor, now fully displaying her imperial demeanor.

Unfortunately, Lin Daochen's mind was as firm as iron.

"You reap what you sow," he said calmly. "If you die, Northern Mang will also perish."

"Master!" the Empress cried out again, her voice hoarse with resentment, "You are an enlightened being, why do you lack compassion?"

Lin Daochen's gaze was calm as he uttered only one sentence: "For a cultivator, the most valuable quality is a clear and unobstructed mind."

"If I kill only you without destroying Northern Mang, my heart will not be at peace."

Having said that, he said no more and flicked his fingers lightly.

boom--!

A sharp finger strike tore through the air and instantly pierced through his brow.

The Northern Mang Empress froze, her eyes widened, and then she collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Northern Mang was already a chaotic land with many tribes and constant conflicts. With the death of the Empress, the tribes were leaderless and plunged into chaos in an instant.

After the four great dynasties, including the Qin, swept away the Yuan dynasty, they marched north without stopping and invaded the territory of the Northern Mang.

Even at its peak, the Northern Mang dynasty couldn't withstand the combined forces of four dynasties, let alone now that it's fragmented and plagued by internal strife.

In a short period of time, the Northern Barbarians were completely wiped out.

According to Lin Daochen's arrangement, the former territories of the Great Yuan and Northern Mang were divided up by the four dynasties of Great Qin, Great Ming, Great Wu, and Great Song.

However, these are matters for later.

now--

Lin Daochen rode a crane into the sky, his feathered robes fluttering, and quietly flew into the territory of the Li Yang Dynasty.

However, instead of heading straight to Tai'an City to settle old scores with the Emperor of Liyang, he first set foot on the northern border—arriving at Beiliang, which borders Beimang.

……

The Northern Liang Royal Palace.

Lin Daochen arrived riding a crane, and as soon as the news broke, Xu Xiao personally came out of his residence to greet him.

"Your presence is an honor to grace our humble abode; we are truly blessed!"

Upon seeing the Taoist priest standing on the back of a crane, his robes billowing like clouds, Xu Xiao smiled warmly, but his tone was full of respect.

After all, Lin Daochen of today is no longer the reclusive Taoist priest who lived in seclusion in Wudang. Since he killed the peerless expert who shattered the void with a single sword strike on Wudang Mountain, he has reached the pinnacle of this martial arts world and is truly the number one in the world.

Not to mention the four great dynasties, including the Qin Dynasty, which now all obey his commands.

This Daoist Master Chen of Wudang was not only at the pinnacle of martial arts, but also wielded immense power, controlling the winds and clouds, turning clouds into rain with a flick of his wrist. How could Xu Xiao dare to show the slightest disrespect to such a figure?

At this moment, he was secretly glad: fortunately, when faced with the confrontation between Liyang and Wudang, he decisively bowed his head and took the opportunity to climb up to Wudang as a backer.

Otherwise, the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion would probably have been reduced to ashes by now, with not even a single beam or pillar remaining.

"Your Highness, there's no need for such formalities." Lin Daochen landed lightly, flicked his sleeve, and smiled. "Now that Fengnian has joined my Wudang sect and become my junior brother's eighth disciple, he is now a member of our Wudang family. From now on, we are one family, so why be so polite?"

"A truly noble person!" Xu Xiao felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his smile deepened.

These words sound ordinary, but they are actually quite profound—this is a signal that Lin Daochen is truly bringing Xu Fengnian into his inner circle!

It is more important than simply becoming an apprentice, and closer than forming an alliance.

How could he not be happy?

Xu Xiao then personally led the way, welcoming Lin Daochen into the main hall of the Prince's Mansion. After serving him fine tea, he tentatively asked, "Has the Master just returned from Northern Mang?"

"Exactly."

Lin Daochen picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spoke in a light tone as if he were simply asking about the weather.

"I went to Northern Mang and killed their empress while I was at it."

A single sentence, seemingly casual, yet as powerful as a thunderclap.

"Murong...is dead?"

Xu Xiao's pupils contracted slightly, and he was startled.

Although the spies from Northern Liang were swift, they could never catch up with the divine abilities of those who could fly on cranes. Only when Lin Daochen revealed this secret himself did we realize that the matter was already settled.

He and the Empress of Northern Mang had lived together in Liaodong in their early years and had a relationship. Back then, she even sent someone to convey her wish to "marry Xu" and share the rule of Northern Mang with him.

He refused.

The only person I loved in this life was my deceased queen.

Old feelings may be old feelings, but the Northern Barbarians and Northern Liang fought bloody battles for years, leaving mountains of corpses, and hatred was deeply buried in their blood. Personal affections are nothing but wisps of smoke in the wind before national hatred.

Perhaps she never truly let go, but he had already severed ties with her.

After a moment of stunned silence, Xu Xiao quickly composed himself and asked, "Your Excellency's target for entering Li Yang this time... is the current emperor, right?"

With the death of the Great Yuan Khan and the fall of the Northern Mang Empress, two of the three great dynasties have perished.

The next one is obvious.

"Not bad." Lin Daochen nodded, completely unabashed.

"Master, I have already planted spies in Tai'an City to closely monitor the royal family's movements."

Xu Xiao said in a deep voice, "According to a secret report from a few days ago, the Li Yang royal family has unsealed the Forget-Worry Celestial—Gao Shulu. I suspect they want to use this person to counter the True Person."

After a slight pause, he added, "This person was originally a prince of the previous dynasty, known as the number one martial artist, whose cultivation had reached the realm of terrestrial celestial beings."

"This level of attainment is nothing to a true master."

"However, other intelligence indicates that Zhao Danxia, ​​the current head of Longhu Mountain, is leading a group of Taoist priests, in conjunction with Qi refiners from the Imperial Observatory, to set up an array and cast a spell deep within the palace. It is likely that Emperor Liyang has other plans."

"However, this time, the royal blockade is extremely tight, and our spies have been unable to penetrate deep into the territory. The details are still unclear."

Xu Xiao revealed all the information he knew without reservation.

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen simply smiled faintly and said, "There's no need to investigate further."

"The Emperor of Liyang is nothing more than a cornered beast struggling in its death throes."

He slightly raised his eyes, his voice calm yet undeniable: "After reaching the mid-Foundation Establishment stage and fighting Pang Ban again, I am certain that no one in this world can threaten me."

"His attempts to stop the inevitable were futile and only made him a laughingstock."

Therefore, he didn't care at all.

I am not here today to seek advice, but for something else.