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

Lin Daochen is the beginning of the Nine Provinces Immortal Path and the soul of the Nine Provinces Alliance. He cannot be lost!

The moment the thought arose, the offensive strategy changed again!

Zhang Sanfeng's sword was as powerful as a dragon, Wang Xianzhi's palm could shatter mountains and rivers, Li Chungang's sword intent soared to the sky, and Dugu Qiubai's sharpness was unmatched—the four of them almost simultaneously seized their opponent's weakness and launched a sudden attack!

boom!!!

Four loud explosions rang out in succession, killing four early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators instantly!

After a few more moves, four more people lost their lives!

Without pausing, the four turned and rushed to the aid of Yu Lianzhou and the others.

With the numbers evenly matched and the opponent's cultivation level dominating, the outcome is already decided.

Moments later, the last eight early Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Cangxuan Dynasty were all killed!

"Go!" Zhang Sanfeng shouted in a low voice, his eyes burning with determination. "Save the Alliance Leader!"

Before Wang Xianzhi finished speaking, the void suddenly cracked open, the Chaos Dao Book blazed brightly, and a dazzling light pierced the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a person descended from the sky, his aura as deep as an abyss, suppressing all directions.

"Senior brother!"

"Master Uncle!"

"Alliance Leader!"

Zhang Sanfeng, Yu Lianzhou, Wang Xianzhi, and others exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with shock and ecstasy.

Lin Daochen nodded slightly, rolled up his sleeves, and waved his hand to summon him.

boom--!

Eighteen corpses crashed down from the Book of Chaos, cracking the ground, raising dust, and instantly filling the air with the stench of blood.

Everyone's pupils contracted sharply, and their breath caught in their throats.

"All eighteen Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Cangxuan Dynasty...are dead?"

No one spoke, yet everyone stared at each other, their eyes filled with shock. This outcome was beyond everyone's expectations.

They finally realized that they had once again underestimated Lin Daochen's methods.

That's not just strong, it's terrifying to the point of crushing defeat.

With such a person in charge of the Nine Provinces, how can we not prosper?

"Senior brother, did you kill all these people?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but ask, but immediately realized it was unnecessary.

The scene before us speaks for itself.

Lin Daochen said calmly, "They all come from the Cangxuan Dynasty and have no loyalty to my Nine Provinces. Even if they surrender, it would only be a temporary measure. Keeping them around would only cause more trouble if they turn against us. It would be better to wipe them all out at once."

His tone was calm, as if he were merely brushing the snow off his shoulder.

"What you say is absolutely right, Senior Brother." Zhang Sanfeng nodded solemnly.

"We can't trust anything that's just sitting on the wall; we should kill it all," Yu Lianzhou coldly echoed.

The others echoed their agreement, but felt even more awe in their hearts.

All eighteen Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Cangxuan Dynasty were killed, and the outcome of this battle was no longer in doubt.

In no time, the enemy cultivators were completely wiped out by the Kyushu forces, and the battlefield was pacified.

After collecting the spoils as usual, Lin Daochen led his men back to the Kyushu Alliance.

At the same time, in the Soul Lamp Hall of the Taishu family of the Cangxuan Dynasty in the Spirit Realm, the steward was shocked to find that dozens of soul lamps had gone out one after another!

After verifying their identities one by one, he was struck dumb and immediately reported the news to Xiahou Wengui.

Upon hearing the news, Xiahou Wengui was consumed by rage, his eyes turning bloodshot.

His nephew Xiahou Ba, on whom he had placed great hopes, had died!

What he found even more unbelievable was that Xiahou Ba had brought an elite force, which had been completely wiped out shortly after being teleported to the Nine Provinces Realm.

How is that possible?

But he was ultimately a man of exceptional mental fortitude, and he suppressed his grief and anger, quickly calming down.

A moment later, he left his residence and went straight to the teleportation hall to find Taishu Min.

"Young master, something terrible has happened!"

"An urgent report just arrived from the Soul Lamp Hall—all the soul lamps belonging to Xiahou Ba and his group have gone out!"

Finding a quiet corner, Xiahou Wengui spoke in a deep voice, his face as solemn as iron.

"What?!"

Taishu Min suddenly looked up, his voice changing tone.

"Impossible! How could so many people all be dead? I dare say, there was no other team that entered the Nine Provinces Realm besides them. Who was behind this?"

He practically roared, his face contorted with shock and rage, unable to accept it.

Since the last defeat, he had Cang Qu keep a close eye on the teleportation hall, and this time he personally took charge to ensure that no one could interfere in secret.

Could it really have been done by someone from Kyushu?

But that kind of combat power... just doesn't make sense!

Taishumin lost his composure because he knew what it meant.

Grandfather Taishu Zhenyue had already made it clear that this was his last chance.

Now that Xiahou Ba's entire army has been wiped out, it means that his control over the Nine Provinces has completely collapsed, and the management rights will fall into the hands of Taishu Feng.

This defeat is not only a disgrace, but also a blow to the very foundation of our nation.

From then on, he lost all prestige in his uncle's family and could never recover.

"Xiahou Ba... what a piece of trash!" Taishu Min cursed through gritted teeth in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he was Xiahou Wengui's nephew, and Xiahou Wengui was his father Taishu Qingren's confidant, he would have already started cursing him.

But he also knew that Xiahou Wengui was equally angry and shocked at this moment.

This whole thing is too bizarre.

"Young Master," Xiahou Wengui said in a low voice, "I feel something is wrong with the Nine Provinces Realm. I'm afraid... it harbors an extremely terrifying expert."

"According to what you said, the strongest combat force that the Nine Provinces Realm can currently accommodate is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. But that time, Xiahou Ba and his group sent a total of eight late Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, ten mid Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, and sixteen early Foundation Establishment stage cultivators—a total of thirty-four Foundation Establishment cultivators."

"To be able to turn the tide against such a lineup, either the Nine Provinces Realm has an absurdly large number of people, or... there is a monstrous genius—the kind of ruthless character who has one foot in the Golden Core stage and whose combat power crushes those of the same level."

"But how long has it been since the spiritual energy of the Nine Provinces Realm began to recover? They haven't even established a solid foundation yet, so where would they get the resources to mass-produce Foundation Establishment cultivators? If you ask me, it's more likely the latter. Geniuses don't rely on their foundation, they rely on their destiny. One of them is enough to stir up a storm."

"We really should get all the intelligence before we start the next operation."

Xiahou Wengui spoke in a low voice, each word like a knife slowly being pushed into a bone crevice. He was Taishu Qingren's confidant, not only because of his late-stage Golden Core cultivation, but also because of his cold-bloodedness and accurate judgment.

This deduction has almost revealed a corner of the truth.

Taishu Min nodded repeatedly as he listened, but then a bitter laugh escaped his throat.

There won't be a next time.

He lowered his eyes, his voice dejected: "Grandpa said that if we fail again, control of the Nine Provinces Realm will be handed over to Taishu Feng."

"..."

Xiahou Wengui fell silent instantly.

As a core figure in Taishu Qingren's lineage, he understood better than anyone what this meant—complete elimination.

"Let's go back to the manor."

A moment later, Taishu Min stood up, his tone suddenly turning cold: "Keep those words to yourself. Don't let Taishu Feng hear them."

"I'd like to see what he's going to use to crack this tough nut."

What losers hate most is never the strength of their enemy, but the ease with which their opponents can do what they cannot.

If Taishu Feng also falls... then perhaps there is still room for maneuver in the power structure.

Even if the hope is slim, he is willing to take the gamble.

……

At the same time, deep within the Taishu Mansion.

Tai Shufeng practically rode the wind out of the house, his face beaming with undisguised excitement.

Just now, he heard his grandfather, Taishu Zhenyue, announce that the Nine Provinces were now under his jurisdiction.

His stage has finally arrived.

"Tai Shumin is a good-for-nothing. He can't even conquer a small world that has just been opened up. He has truly disgraced the family."

"Once I've conquered the entire land, I'll definitely invite him over as a guest—the kind where he kneels down."

He walked and laughed, his mind already conjuring up an image of himself standing high in the heavens, looking down upon all living beings.

Fifteen minutes later, just as he reached the gate of his own yard, he bumped into someone.

Lou Faming, the steward of his father, Taishu Qingming.

"Young master, the master summons you."

His voice was respectful, yet it couldn't suppress the subtle scrutiny in it.

"understood."

Tai Shufeng remained expressionless and turned to follow.

Inside the study, Taishu Qingming sat upright behind his desk, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.

"Father."

"sit."

He pointed to the seat in front of him, his tone indifferent.

After Taishu Feng sat down, Taishu Qingming finally spoke: "What are your thoughts on the affairs of the Nine Provinces Realm? How do you plan to fight?"

As soon as the question was raised, Tai Shufeng knew that today's meeting was no casual conversation.

After a moment's thought, he said frankly, "I have already sent people to check the records of the Teleportation Hall. I know the details of Taishu Min's several setbacks."

"I am certain that something is about to happen in the Nine Provinces Realm—a local cultivation force has risen up and its combat power should not be underestimated, otherwise it would be impossible to wipe out the elite forces one after another."

"Therefore, this time, I plan to deploy twenty late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators, thirty mid-stage cultivators, and forty early-stage cultivators—to crush all resistance with overwhelming force!"

Doubling his troop strength was his most resounding response to defeat.

In his view, this was no longer an attack, but a verdict.

Upon hearing this, Taishu Qingming remained expressionless, only asking a single question:

"What makes you so sure this lineup will win?"

Tai Shufeng opened his mouth to respond.

If a force of this caliber cannot even conquer a Kyushu Realm, then this small world is simply too outrageous.

Taishu Qingming gently shook his head: "One cannot rely on conjecture and fantasy to do things."

"Besides, your observations are not detailed enough."

Taishu Feng's expression hardened, and he quickly bowed and said in a low voice, "Please instruct me, Father."

Taishu Qingming's gaze darkened slightly as he slowly said, "First, Taishu Min's men all died instantly after each teleportation. What does that mean? It means that the Nine Provinces Realm has been keeping a close eye on every move of the Reception Hall."

"In fact, their people had been lying in wait around the Hall of Reception for a long time, which is why they could strike instantly and hunt down the enemy with precision."

"Secondly, the time of death was too short. From teleportation to annihilation, it was almost an instant. This means that the two sides were not even in the same league—the cultivators of the Nine Provinces Realm had an overwhelming advantage in combat power."

"As for just how terrifying this advantage is... it's impossible to estimate at the moment."

He paused, his tone indifferent yet chilling: "So, I ask you, what makes you so confident that your proposed lineup is foolproof?"

"If things go wrong, all the people you arranged will be buried in the Nine Provinces."

Taishu Qingming's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down Taishu Feng's spine.

In an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After hearing this analysis, he realized that he had made the same mistake as Taishu Min—deep down, he still regarded the Nine Provinces as an insignificant place, and his underestimation of the enemy was simply foolish.

He closed his eyes, quickly composed himself, and began to re-analyze the situation.

Seeing this, Taishu Qingming felt somewhat satisfied.

Why would a powerful cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage pay attention to a small realm for no reason?

My many words today are merely to offer guidance to my eldest son.

After a while.

Tai Shufeng opened his eyes and respectfully said, "Thank you for your guidance, Father. I understand."

"The most urgent task is to find out the true situation of the Nine Provinces Realm, then formulate a countermeasure to strike decisively."

"According to Father, the Hall of Reception must have a monitoring array. If we want to investigate, we must send out an elite soldier carrying a concealment artifact. This person must not only be strong, but also extremely astute."

As he was considering candidates, Taishu Qingming said indifferently, "No need for that. Just send a bunch of Foundation Establishment stage cannon fodder to test the waters."

"I will plant the mark of the Heaven-Illuminating Mirror on them. As long as they step into the Nine Provinces Realm, I will be able to see the real scene there through the mirror."

Taishu Feng's pupils contracted, then he was overjoyed. He stood up abruptly and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Father!"