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

Just as I rounded the first bend, I heard a soft rustling sound under my feet—three shimmering blue eggs rolled to my feet.

Each one was rounder and fuller than an ostrich egg, glowing with a cold phosphorescence in the thick darkness, like three clusters of will-o'-the-wisps that would never go out.

Upon closer inspection, slender black shadows could be seen slowly swimming inside the eggshell; they were clearly three small snakes with their eyes still closed, stretching their bodies in the liquid amniotic membrane.

Lin Daochen's fingertips felt slightly cool. He picked one up and weighed it in his hand. It was heavy and exuded a damp, cold vitality.

It's probably true—the great demon outside is a snake cultivator in the Tribulation Transcending stage, and these eggs are the bloodline it produced at the cost of greatly damaging its vital energy.

He couldn't afford to mess with them, he really couldn't afford to mess with them. He carefully put the three eggs back in their place, then took out a small packet of pepper and rubbed it all over his ten fingers.

Whether it works or not is another matter, but at least it gives me peace of mind—if a demonic beast follows him by scent, with his current cultivation level, he probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single sneeze from it.

Just as he turned to leave, one of the blue eggs suddenly trembled, rolled to the toe of his boot, and cracked open with a crisp "crack" sound, revealing spiderweb-like fine lines.

The eggshell peeled away with a soft rustling sound, and a wet little head struggled to push open the last barrier...

Lin Daochen's neck hairs stood on end—the first living creature a baby animal sees when it hatches and opens its eyes is the one it recognizes as its mother!

Unfortunately, this little thing's mother is a powerful demon who has undergone tribulation and can swallow an entire ice peak whole!

Without hesitation, he swiftly grabbed the pinkish tip of the snake's tail and swung it around—the snake transformed into a streak of blue light, tearing through the air with a "whoosh" and shooting straight out of the cave!

At this moment, who cares about the force used? Saving one's life is the priority!

He dashed into the depths of the cave, his mind focused on only one thing: quickly retrieve the items and get out of there!

How long can Qingluan hold out? Who can say for sure? If that giant demon comes back, he won't even qualify as a snack.

But the further you go in, the more biting the cold becomes.

Later, even their breath turned to frost, their fingernails turned bluish-purple, and their limbs and bones became like frozen, withered branches, brittle at the slightest touch.

His once soft clothes had frozen solid, forcing him to use his Golden Core stage spiritual power to protect his body and barely maintain his body temperature. However, the chill still cut in like a blade, and in the end, even when he used all his strength to unleash his attack techniques, the biting cold still penetrated straight into his bone marrow.

At this critical moment of life and death, a burst of intense white light suddenly exploded in front of them—at the center of the light, a stone platform stood silently, with a dusty wooden box on it.

The box looked unremarkable, yet it was incredibly heavy, as if it contained an entire mountain. Lin Daochen held his breath and approached, his fingertips just about to touch it when the lid suddenly burst forth with a blinding golden light!

The light sent a shiver down his spine; it seemed strangely familiar. The lid of the box popped open, and a blurry stream of light flashed into his brow.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, an ancient scroll covered in golden patterns floated silently. Before it was even unrolled, the entire cave trembled violently—the demonic beast outside had sensed the disturbance and was rapidly turning back!

Qingluan couldn't stop it at all. She only had time to leap into the cave entrance, grab Lin Daochen's wrist, and pull him tightly into her arms.

"It's too late, come with me!"

Before she finished speaking, she slammed her right fist into the cave ceiling, sending debris flying and cleaving a gap in the sunlight. She transformed into a silver rainbow, carrying Lin Daochen as she soared through the air.

It wasn't until he was halfway up in the air that he saw the monster's true form for the first time: it resembled a dragon's head, but had no claws or limbs, its entire body was as black as ink, and it was as sinuous as a dragon, but even more ferocious and violent than a dragon.

The black dragon raised its head and spewed out a crimson wave of fire, scorching the air and causing it to crackle and explode. Suddenly, myriad runes lit up around the blue phoenix, and golden light surged, like a blazing sun rising into the sky.

"Who dares to lay a finger on what I've set my sights on?"

Before she finished speaking, she kicked out from mid-air, tearing the raging flames that could burn mountains and boil seas into dust!

This woman was terrifyingly strong—she kicked a black dragon hundreds of meters long, sending it tumbling over, its scales flying and its mournful cry echoing across the wilderness.

"My dear disciple, I can't hold on much longer! I'll send you away in a bit, then you can escape on your own—see you in Peach Blossom Town in three days!"

What?!

Lin Daochen's pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of astonishment. Why did this sound like a deathbed entrustment?

"roll!"

Qingluan grabbed him by the back of his collar and threw him with all her might—a golden thread instantly wrapped around his entire body, and his body transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the sky and disappearing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

As he flew, he couldn't help but glance back, and that one glance froze his blood:

The figure of the Azure Phoenix, wreathed in golden flames, was locked in a fierce battle with the thousand-foot-long black dragon in the sky!

The pressure of the Tribulation Transcending stage exploded out, the space shattered inch by inch, and chaotic turbulence surged out, which was then rapidly repaired by the self-healing power of heaven and earth—only to be torn apart again by an even stronger force!

That was no longer a battle; it was the roar of heaven and earth.

The violent shockwave crashed into his mind, making his internal organs tremble. He couldn't even imagine what kind of being could unleash such a world-destroying force... until even the two figures completely disappeared into the horizon, he finally crashed heavily onto the edge of the snowfield.

Even after escaping this far, the spiritual pressure emanating from afar still felt like a heavy hammer pounding on the chest, so oppressive it was suffocating.

He dared not catch his breath, and sprinted away, heading in the opposite direction from the battlefield.

At this moment, all notions of face, dignity, and the bond between master and disciple were cast aside—survival was the only thought on his mind. He even wished he could sprout wings, ride the wind and thunder, and grow two more legs!

Perhaps the earth-shattering battle was too terrifying, for all the monsters along the way had fled without a trace.

As the first rays of sunlight broke through the ice the next day, he finally staggered out of the ice field.

But before them lay an endless expanse of snow, chillingly white and bone-chillingly cold. In this desperate situation, let alone a Golden Core cultivator, even a Nascent Soul expert would be doomed to have their soul scattered if they were even slightly careless.

Lin Daochen was filled with bitterness: If he had known this would happen, he should never have listened to that crazy woman and stepped into this godforsaken place!

If I hadn't come here, how could I have ended up in this state?

Right now, the only thing to do is to survive and then slowly find out the whereabouts of Peach Blossom Town.

Having exhausted his spiritual energy from a night of running, he found a sheltered crevice in the rocks, sat down cross-legged, formed hand seals, and began to slowly regulate his breathing.

Only now did he have time to carefully explore the mystery hidden in that long-dormant foreign object deep in his mind.

With a sudden realization, the scroll appeared, its surface bearing two ancient seal characters that resonated like thunder: "The Way of Heaven."

Could it really be the legendary Heavenly Dao Scroll?

The moment the fingertip touched it, a familiar aura rushed over, faintly resonating with the several treasures it had encountered before.

The secrets hidden deep within the Nine Provinces Realm Lord are most likely locked in this scroll, and it is even very likely that the key itself is also locked within it.

Although it resided within his body, it was like an unshakeable deity. He couldn't even muster a shred of influence; he could only watch helplessly as it floated silently, without uttering a word.

But one thing is certain: the power flowing within the scroll is of the same origin as the "borrowed power of heaven" he activated in the Kyushu realm.

In other words, this thing is very likely to have direct access to the will of the world.

There is no other way but to wait for Qingluan—the woman who personally placed it in her hand—to give a plausible explanation.

After all, it was she who insisted that he take out this item; if it really involved a shocking secret, she couldn't possibly be completely unaware of it.

After meditating and regulating his breathing for several hours, Lin Daochen concentrated all his energy and spirit to the peak, and then put on the human skin mask that had been prepared in advance.

The moment he stepped onto the snowfield, he truly realized that this vast, boundless frozen land was a living hell.

After walking for only half a day, they encountered six waves of ambushes—mostly by ferocious demonic beasts, and a few groups of hunter-like cultivators who suddenly attacked.

Fortunately, they managed to get the location of Peach Blossom Town out of one of them.

It turns out that Peach Blossom Town was not an ordinary market town at all, but a supply hub that cultivators carved out of the snow sea.

Beneath this frozen land lie countless spiritual veins, rare medicines, and icy marrow, attracting cultivators from all walks of life to brave the snow in search of treasures.

Peach Blossom Town is their lifeline for unloading goods, exchanging treasures, and resting. The market is filled with a dazzling array of spiritual materials and magical artifacts.

It seems that Qingluan had thoroughly investigated the situation before daring to choose this location as the rendezvous point.

Based on his walking distance, he was still six hours away from Taoyuan Town.

With plenty of time to spare, he wasn't in a hurry to travel, so he simply slowed down and strolled leisurely across the ice field.

As expected of the Spirit Realm, the snow foxes flitting by in the wind, the ice lotuses emerging from the cliff crevices, and the frost-horned deer neighing in the distance are far more impressive than any of the legends on the Nine Provinces Continent.

In just half a day, Lin Daochen had already collected more than ten rare and cold medicinal herbs, planning to refine several batches of Breakthrough Pills on his way back to help his cultivation advance further.

What's even more remarkable is that during his last close encounter with Qingluan, the details of her subtle hand gestures and the flow of spiritual energy when she set up the formation became increasingly clear in his mind—his understanding of formations had quietly improved.

As they were walking slowly, the snow and fog ahead suddenly split open, and dozens of white wolves pounced on a caravan like silver arrows.

The convoy was already in ruins, with only a few guards desperately protecting a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy as they ran.

It was clear that this group was of mediocre strength; in the blink of an eye, the wolf pack tore through their defenses, and their blood stained the snow.

The boy had no cultivation level; he only knew to cower behind the guards, his face pale and his teeth chattering.

But as the wolf's claws approached, the guards suddenly took to the air and fled, leaving the boy all alone on the spot, to fend for himself.

Lin Daochen intended to take a detour, but his gaze inadvertently swept across the boy's neck—a pale blue birthmark suddenly caught his eye, and his heart skipped a beat, his steps faltering on the spot.

With a thought, the longsword was silently drawn from its sheath.

These white wolves, at their strongest, were no more than Golden Core cultivators. To him, they were as easy as brushing snow off his shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, sword light cascaded like a waterfall of frost. Before the wolves could even get close, they were already dismembered and sent flying, their corpses strewn across the field.

The boy fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead slamming into the snow, his voice trembling: "My benefactor, save me! I am Wang Donglai, the only son of Wang Sanpang of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce! I will surely inform my father upon returning and repay your great kindness!"

Looking at his delicately sculpted face, and then thinking of Wang Sanpang's round, ball-like figure, Lin Daochen couldn't help but chuckle—if the father and son stood together, even passersby would probably ask: Is this child really your biological son?

He never expected that his casual act of saving Wang Sanpang's child would actually save him from miscarriage.

"I know your father; we met just yesterday... But—are you really that fat man's son?"

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression was calm, almost as if he knew it well, and he simply lowered his eyes and replied:

"Young Wang Donglai is indeed Wang Sanpang's biological son, there is no lie. When my father first held me, he also thought he had taken the wrong baby. Later, he asked the Tianji Pavilion to test my spiritual bones three times and verify my bloodline twice, and the result was irrefutable - I am Wang Sanpang's son."

"Because of these things, my father's old friends often joked about him, saying that he had a bluish tinge on his head."

This young man had a straightforward and frank nature; he didn't dodge or evade the question, and was quite open and honest.

There was a hint of bitterness in his voice, and upon closer examination, it became clear—anyone who looks in the mirror and finds themselves not resembling their father would feel uneasy.

But Lin Daochen didn't think of that at all; instead, he brought up another matter.

Just because of a fleeting glance, she made a firm decision to save him.

At this moment, Lin Daochen placed one hand on Wang Donglai's back, his fingertips tracing along the joints, his fingertips tapping steadily and accurately over every inch of bone.

As expected, I wasn't wrong—this body is exactly the Heavenly Origin Overlord Body described in ancient books!

A martial arts prodigy, one in a million, born with the Ren and Du meridians flowing freely like spring water breaking through ice; once he enters the path, his progress is as rapid as a wildfire spreading across the land.

It's hard to say how high they can climb in the future, but they will definitely not stop at mediocrity.

Caught off guard, Wang Donglai was touched all over, his body stiffened, and the wry smile on his face instantly turned into a bitter expression.

"Sir, please stop investigating! I was born with blocked meridians and impaired spiritual energy; I can't even perform the most basic Qi cultivation—this is a defective constitution I was born with, and it can't be changed!"

He paused, then hurriedly cupped his hands in gratitude: "May I ask your honorable name, my benefactor? I will repay your great kindness with utmost loyalty!"

Lin Daochen didn't respond to that, but stared at him and said in a deep voice, word by word:

"In this life, you are truly destined to be without cultivation. All immortal techniques, alchemy methods, and talisman arrays are completely irrelevant to you..."

"but--"

Wang Donglai's heart skipped a beat, and he caught his breath. Wang Sanpang had consulted countless renowned doctors, eccentrics, and hermits from all over the country, even boiling down the dregs of medicine, but to no avail. Could this person before him truly be able to pry open this rusted door that had been sealed shut for so long?