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

The feeling wasn't one of being spied on, but rather as if one's entire being was being quietly enveloped by something invisible, as if caught in a vortex of fate. Lin Daochen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately activated his Great Qi Luck Technique to examine himself.

When I saw it, I was so scared I almost lost my soul.

He didn't know when it started, but a pair of unseen giant hands were firmly supporting his body—it wasn't a restraint, but a push, as if heaven and earth were clearing a path for him and helping him move forward, and everything went smoothly with a traceable path.

He followed the arm upwards, only to see its end reaching straight into the sky. Looking around, countless pillars of fortune surrounded him, like a galaxy guarding the imperial star, the most dazzling of which clearly came from Zhang Sanfeng.

The Way of Heaven?!

Lin Daochen gazed up at the void, his heart churning with astonishment. This matter was likely closely related to the position of the Lord of the Nine Provinces Realm. That brief moment of insight had made him realize that his fortune was surging at an incredible speed.

While this is certainly welcome, if one's cultivation level cannot keep up, the backlash from the luck will eventually cause one to explode and die. Indeed, borrowing power from heaven must ultimately be repaid.

But there's no time to worry about that now. The most urgent task is to completely seal off the teleportation array, giving the Nine Provinces Realm a chance to breathe. As long as the world's coordinates are severed, the enemies from the Spirit Realm will find it much harder to descend.

How long can they hold out? No one knows. But even a moment's resistance is a glimmer of hope. He needs time to grow, and all living beings in the land need time to transform.

Lin Daochen exhaled lightly, and flames spontaneously ignited, burning fiercely like a dragon. Seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeve, signaling everyone to step back.

The next instant, Lin Daochen threw all the spoils of war into the fire, including the Hungry Ghost Linglong Flag on Wu Mahong's body, without any mercy.

With a swift change of hand seals, raging flames shot into the sky, swelling upon encountering the wind, melting away all the corpses and magical treasures, turning them into a pool of crimson spiritual liquid.

His fingers flew, forming hand seals in rapid succession. The ball of spiritual liquid slowly split, eventually condensing into seventy-two strands, each strand forming a palm-sized red flag.

Runes appeared, mysterious and unfathomable. As the inscription was completed, the laws of heaven and earth resonated with them, the trajectories of stars faintly echoed them, and the seventy-two-colored exquisite flag resonated with the celestial phenomena!

Lin Daochen's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly roared:

"The Seventy-Two-Colored Exquisite Flag is complete!"

As the light faded, seventy-two small flags floated in mid-air, their yellow backgrounds adorned with red patterns. The runes faded and the spiritual energy flowed, emanating an aura that suppressed the universe.

With a thought, the flag array transformed into streams of light, instantly suppressing the surrounding world and enveloping the entire Hall of Reception.

An invisible barrier quietly formed, covering the core of the teleportation array, completely disrupting spatial coordinates and making it impossible to locate.

Lin Daochen breathed a sigh of relief, a great weight lifted from his heart. With this barrier, the Nine Provinces at least had a glimmer of hope. Once he broke through, once all living beings rose up, a counterattack against the Spirit Realm might not be hopeless.

Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward slowly, his brows slightly furrowed: "Senior brother, what's wrong...?"

"We've cut off their path," Lin Daochen said calmly. "Now they can't find us. Rather than waiting to die, we'd rather hunt them down."

He lightly tapped the barrier with his fingertips, his gaze growing cold: "Since they can't come, then—we will go."

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils contracted: "You mean... voluntarily enter the Spirit Realm? But that's too dangerous!"

He paused, his expression complex. To sit and wait for death was to be nothing more than lambs to the slaughter; but to rashly venture into enemy territory could lead to the annihilation of the entire army with the slightest mistake.

Lin Daochen turned to look at the vast land of Kyushu behind him, his voice low but firm:

"Although the spiritual energy of the Nine Provinces has recovered, resources are scarce, making it difficult to advance in cultivation levels. If this impasse isn't broken, there will be no hope of advancement. In that case, why not storm the enemy's lair? Seize their resources, conquer their mountains—that's the true way to defy fate!"

With this in mind, he immediately began to make arrangements for his affairs. In the days that followed, he devoted himself to studying the formation day and night, imparting all his cultivation insights, and taking care of all the trivial matters before finally standing on the teleportation array.

After these days of exploration, he has a clear understanding of the operating rules of the teleportation array—the array contains the coordinates of the Spirit Realm and the Nine Provinces Realm, and the two realms are used for positioning to achieve back-and-forth travel.

On this day, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lin Daochen activated the great formation, his figure flashed and disappeared into the spatial ripples, heading straight for the Spirit Realm.

Subsequently, Zhang Sanfeng and other powerful cultivators also embarked on their journeys and left Kyushu one after another.

The coordinates of Kyushu were lost in an instant. The Taishu clan did everything in their power to find clues, but they never found anything and all their efforts were in vain.

Meanwhile, relations with the Wuma clan were becoming increasingly tense, and news from Kyushu had spread like wildfire. Various forces in the spirit world had already heard rumors of unusual activity and were stirring up trouble.

At the same moment, in the Spirit Realm, Space Mountain Fire Cloud Cave.

The space trembled violently, and a figure suddenly stepped out from it—it was Lin Daochen!

As soon as he appeared, the world changed drastically. A fierce wind howled, and spiritual energy gathered wildly like a tide, forming a huge vortex around him and continuously pouring into his body.

Lin Daochen frowned, as if his meridians were being cleansed by a clear spring, and his originally turbid and stagnant spiritual energy instantly became clear and transparent.

Like a fish trapped in a swamp, suddenly leaping into a clear mountain stream, feeling completely refreshed, every inch of its flesh and blood rejoicing.

Sure enough, the concentration of spiritual energy in the Spirit Realm was far superior to that of the resource-depleted Nine Provinces, being more than ten times stronger!

Because he had slightly adjusted his coordinates before setting off, he was now unable to determine exactly where he had landed.

However, the general location can still be determined—it should be in the northeastern region of the spirit realm. The vegetation here is lush, yet it faintly exudes a scorching aura, and a restless fire elemental power permeates the mountains and forests.

After a short while, Lin Daochen immediately activated his spiritual vision to scan a hundred miles away. There was no one around. Just as he was about to investigate further, a beast roar suddenly came from afar!

A white wolf burst out of the forest, moving with lightning speed, and pounced straight at them!

A wolf demon at the peak of Foundation Establishment!

Lin Daochen's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his wrist, he had already killed him. What might have been a life-or-death struggle for others was, to him, merely the casual elimination of an eyesore of a wild beast.

The white wolf lay dead on the spot, blood splattered everywhere. Just as he was about to leave, his peripheral vision suddenly caught his eye—a golden arrow was stuck in the wolf's rump, with a bright red heart-shaped ornament attached to its tail.

It's clearly not something an ordinary cultivator would use.

Sure enough, a short while later, a flying boat sped over from a hundred miles away, cutting through the sky.

A woman, around forty years old, stood on the boat. She was dressed scantily, revealing her curves, and held an exaggeratedly large bow in her hand, exuding an imposing aura.

Lin Daochen sensed that his opponent was only at the peak of Qi Refining, far inferior to him in cultivation. Yet, for some reason, a sense of unease arose in his heart.

"Stop it right now!!!"

With a sharp shout, the woman leaped off the airship, landing in a cloud of dust.

Instead of retreating, Lin Daochen observed carefully, his gaze slightly narrowed as he scrutinized the man.

Although his cultivation level was low, the longbow in his hand shone with spiritual light and exuded a subtle aura, clearly indicating that it was a powerful magic weapon of great value.

If she were to actually fight, her unleashed combat power would likely far exceed her cultivation level limits, and ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators might not be a match for her.

"Who gave you permission to touch it? This is my prey! Do you know that? I've been chasing this wolf for three months, and I was about to succeed, but you slapped it to death. Aren't you going to compensate me?"

After confirming that the wolf demon was completely dead, the woman sneered, pulled out the arrow, and pointed her angry eyes directly at Lin Daochen.

"Young lady, how can you prove that this demon belongs to you? I am a newcomer here, and was attacked by it. I killed it in self-defense. What wrong have I done?"

The woman weighed the golden arrow in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips, and pointed it at the corpse on the ground: "Old Taoist, can't you see the mark on its rear end?"

She paused, then her tone suddenly turned stern: "Moreover, this is a forbidden area of ​​our Five Elements Sect! Every blade of grass and every tree on this mountain is under our sect's jurisdiction. You have trespassed without permission, and you still won't admit your crime?"

The territory of the Five Elements Sect?

Lin Daochen frowned. Could it be that his randomly shifted coordinates had landed him in someone else's sect's forbidden area?

This is just too unlucky.

"If you don't give me an explanation today, don't expect to leave here unscathed!"

This woman is clearly using this as an excuse to bully and extort money.

Lin Daochen snorted coldly, his true energy quietly circulating within him, preparing to teach her a lesson.

But in that instant, a white rope, as white as frost, had quietly wrapped around his waist and tightened suddenly!

The rope was covered with obscure runes and unfamiliar array patterns. In an instant, it sealed his cultivation, and all his extraordinary abilities vanished. He was as if he had been dragged off his pedestal and reduced to a mortal body, unable to move.

Seeing this, the woman's lips curled into a cool smile. Holding one end of the rope in one hand, she deftly lifted Lin Daochen into the air like a puppet with broken strings. The flying boat beneath them sped through the wind, clouds brushing past their faces, and in an instant, they were already a thousand feet above the ground.

"You old Taoist have some skills, why don't you come work for my Five Elements Sect to pay off your debts? Once you've made enough compensation for that wolf demon's losses, I'll let you go."

Lin Daochen, who was about to break free, paused upon hearing this and quietly stopped his movements. He had just arrived in this world and was feeling lost and helpless, wondering where he could find a place to stay. If he could take this opportunity to delve deeper into the Five Elements Sect, it would actually make it easier for him to understand the ins and outs of this world.

On the way back, the woman continued to speak. Only then did Lin Daochen realize that this person's Daoist name was Qingluan, and she was actually one of the elders of the Five Elements Sect. Although her cultivation was only at the Qi Refining stage, far below the level of ordinary elders, which was puzzling, the aura of her magical treasures was undeniable, and every move she made had the demeanor of a senior minister of the sect.

The Azure Phoenix rode the boat extremely fast, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the mountain gate appeared before them.

The Five Elements Sect, though not vast in size, is fortified with a powerful protective array, its spiritual energy condensed and its defenses impregnable. Each disciple possesses a solid foundation and a steady aura, clearly indicating that their offensive techniques are extraordinary and undoubtedly superior.

As soon as they arrived at the mountain gate, several young disciples came forward to greet them, smiling and bowing.

"Elder Qingluan, you... brought back a 'treasure'?"

Qingluan shrugged and smiled, then casually tossed the rope away.

"This old man accidentally wandered into the dangerous area behind the mountain and almost died there. I was kind enough to take advantage of him, but I never do business at a loss—you guys take him to register him first, and send him to the Refining Peak tomorrow morning to add charcoal to my furnace, as a way of repaying his kindness."

The two chuckled and agreed, then helped Lin Daochen away. Normally, outer disciples, being of low status, shouldn't chat so casually with elders. However, Qingluan was always easygoing and approachable, pleasing to everyone, so no one felt constrained.

Upon arriving at the registration desk, before the two could even speak, the steward had already taken out a silver needle and precisely pierced Lin Daochen's brow, drawing a drop of blood which was then injected into the stone pillar behind him.

A flash of blood-red light appeared, ripples spread across the stone pillar, and then a soft exclamation rang out.

"Bone age over 100? That's beyond the limit! The clan rules explicitly state that you're not accepted. Are you two asking for trouble?"

The two disciples exchanged a glance, and one of them, a male disciple in his early twenties, quickly cupped his hands in response:

"Uncle-Master, please calm down. This person was brought here personally by Elder Qingluan. He was rescued for trespassing into a forbidden area. As you know, the elder has instructed us to complete the registration and send him to the Weapon Refining Peak tomorrow to do odd jobs as atonement."

Upon hearing this, the elder deacon's expression softened slightly, and he lightly tapped his fingertip. The binding ropes vanished instantly.

"Since she brought them, it's okay to make an exception this time."

He glanced up and swept his gaze over, his tone indifferent:

"Where do you live? What is your place of origin? What is your name? Have you ever practiced any sect's cultivation techniques?"

Lin Daochen remained silent. He was not a person of this world, and these questions were meaningless to him, leaving him with no answer.