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

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly spoke:

"First, I want to read all the books in the Ming Dynasty's collection—Taoist secret scrolls, martial arts manuals, and even the teachings of the Hundred Schools of Thought. You must send people up the mountain regularly without interruption."

"Second, gather all the rare treasures in the world for me—natural materials, ancient jade and spiritual minerals, exotic artifacts and precious materials. All items used for cultivating immortality shall be included in the requisition list."

These two points directly address the fundamentals of spiritual practice.

The former filled the gaps in his knowledge, while the latter paved the way for his success.

He had already thoroughly explored the Taoist canon of Wudang Mountain, comprehending most of it. To further stimulate his extraordinary comprehension, he needed more scriptures to ignite his inspiration.

The Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, a vast collection of books, and countless secret texts, which is exactly the resource treasure trove he needs right now.

The second thing—to collect spiritually rich items—requires leveraging existing resources.

Searching for spirits and treasures by the Wudang sect alone is like finding a needle in a haystack; but if the entire power of the Ming Dynasty is mobilized, the situation is entirely different. At the order of the imperial court, thousands of troops are mobilized, and no mountain or river can escape the search.

With a dynasty as an ally, efficiency more than doubles.

That's why Lin Daochen nodded in agreement and agreed to help Emperor Zhengde.

As for his opponent? He was nothing more than the Iron-Blooded Marquis who had just stepped into the threshold of Grandmaster.

With his current cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining, suppressing this person is more than enough.

He has that confidence.

Upon hearing the two conditions proposed by Lin Daochen, Cao Zhengchun felt relieved.

They were initially worried that this expert would make exorbitant demands, asking for some heaven-defying opportunity or elixir of immortality, but it turned out he only wanted books and other items—it was just a matter of sending more people, not a problem at all.

The Ming Dynasty had no shortage of people.

"No problem. I can grant His Majesty's request."

Cao Zhengchun responded in a deep voice, his tone resolute.

"good."

With the deal finalized, Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, a secret joy in his heart.

From then on, with a dynasty standing behind him, his path to immortality would be as smooth as a sailing boat, making rapid progress day by day.

No wonder in those cultivation novels I read in my previous life, the strong always supported the dynasty and controlled the power—in the end, resources are the foundation of cultivation.

At this moment, Cao Zhengchun frowned and asked:

"I understand your first request. But the second... what exactly are the characteristics of what you desire? Please specify, so that we don't waste our efforts."

This is indeed the key.

Lin Daochen can sense spiritual energy, but ordinary people cannot.

He could tell at a glance which stone had absorbed moonlight and which piece of wood had been touched by the earth's veins, while others were completely clueless.

After a moment's thought, he had an idea—the Way of the Talisman.

He can create a sensory talisman specifically for detecting residual spiritual energy.

With his understanding of the laws governing the universe, creating a few functional talismans would not be difficult.

Once he made up his mind, he spoke softly:

"No need for further words. I will send over a batch of talismans later. Anything that can make the talismans react is what I need."

"That's excellent." Cao Zhengchun nodded.

The method is simple and crude, yet extremely practical.

After settling everything, Cao Zhengchun felt relieved. He exchanged a few casual words with Lin Daochen and Song Yuanqiao before taking his leave.

He had to return to the palace immediately to report the good news to Emperor Zhengde.

At the same time, they must also assist the emperor in setting up a net to hunt down the Iron-Blooded Marquis.

In his view, as long as Zhang Sanfeng was willing to take action and make careful plans, wiping out Tie Dan Shen Hou and his henchmen would be a natural outcome.

Little did he know that Lin Daochen had never intended to alarm Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master, Master's current seclusion is in order to break through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal."

After Cao Zhengchun left, Song Yuanqiao whispered a reminder.

The implication was clear—this was a grand plan for Wudang for a thousand years, and could not be disturbed in the slightest.

"Don't worry, there's no need for you to get involved."

Lin Daochen remained calm.

How could he not know the importance of Zhang Sanfeng's seclusion? From the very beginning, he never intended to ask him for help.

Song Yuanqiao was slightly taken aback, and hesitated before saying:

"But Cao Zhengchun just said that the Iron-Blooded Marquis has already entered the Grandmaster realm. Now, in Wudang, besides my master, who can suppress this person?"

In Song Yuanqiao's eyes, Wudang currently has only three grandmasters: Yu Lianzhou, himself, and the senior master in front of him.

All three of them only reached the Grandmaster level this year, and their foundations are still shallow. Even if they join forces, they would probably be no match for a true Grandmaster.

If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't intervened, this battle would almost certainly have been lost.

"A mere newly promoted Grandmaster is nothing to worry about. I alone am enough."

Lin Daochen spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

Song Yuanqiao was stunned.

Master Uncle's words... are a bit too arrogant!

Having only broken through to the Grandmaster level a few days ago, how dare he spout such arrogant words, claiming he can fight a Grandmaster all by himself?

In his view, although his senior brother was exceptionally talented and had amazing comprehension, he had almost no practical combat experience and had started learning the trade later than him. His actual combat strength was probably not even as good as his own.

Even he himself couldn't do anything to a Grandmaster, let alone his senior master.

"Perhaps my master has been living in seclusion for many years and lacks awareness of the gaps in strength between different realms, which is why he overestimates himself. No, I must remind my master that if he rashly challenges a Grandmaster, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Song Yuanqiao's heart stirred slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind.

After a moment's hesitation, he immediately cupped his hands in greeting, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of probing:

"Senior Uncle, I have recently encountered obstacles in my cultivation, and my progress has been slow. I am quite perplexed. Could you please offer some guidance?"

Lin Daochen chuckled inwardly upon hearing this.

How could such a little thought escape his notice?

Clearly, the intention was to use the guise of a friendly exchange to issue a warning, fearing that he might unknowingly provoke a powerful enemy.

But how could he understand that the power of a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining was something that ordinary martial artists could not fathom?

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, a smile playing on his lips, and he said calmly:

"Very well, this will be a good opportunity to see if your cultivation has declined over the years."

"Then...shall we go to the training ground?" Song Yuanqiao asked tentatively.

"No need," Lin Daochen waved his hand. "It won't be long before we find an empty space in the Scripture Pavilion."

Then, the two entered a spacious hall deep within the library and stood facing each other.

"You come here." Lin Daochen stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as calm as still water. "No need to hold back, attack with all your might."

Song Yuanqiao nodded solemnly and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect:

"Master Uncle, please forgive me."

Before he finished speaking, the Hunyuan Taiji Gong within his body suddenly erupted, and a powerful aura surged like a tide, sweeping across the surrounding area.

"Hmm? The aura of the senior brother—is he about to make a move?"

In a courtyard in Wudang Mountain, Yu Lianzhou suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight in the direction of the Sutra Repository.

As a grandmaster, he had keen senses and noticed Song Yuanqiao's momentary aggression.

With a change of heart, he stood up and strode out of the courtyard, heading swiftly towards the Sutra Repository.

At this moment, inside the main hall of the Sutra Repository, Song Yuanqiao had reached his peak performance.

He took a deep breath and gave a low shout:

"Master Uncle, be careful!"

In an instant, the Hunyuan Tai Chi Chuan was unleashed!

boom--!!

The force of the punch tore through the air, and the black and white energies intertwined like a dragon, surging forth wildly!

Wherever the fist struck, it seemed as if a deep gash had been plowed open in the void, the buzzing sound deafening and the momentum terrifying!

Although this attack was not delivered with full force, it still used eighty percent of its power, enough to repel an ordinary grandmaster!

However, Lin Daochen remained unmoved in the face of this earth-shattering punch.

There were no moves, no actions, just a slight shift of spiritual energy, and a casual flick of the finger.

That seemingly casual gesture contained immense power, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing down upon it.

Song Yuanqiao felt that the moment his fist struck the finger wind, it was like ice and snow meeting the sun, crumbling inch by inch and vanishing into thin air!

Even more terrifying was that the lingering force followed him like a shadow, making his chest feel tight and his breathing almost stop!

He hurriedly circulated his internal energy to resist, but suddenly felt a chill in his throat—

Looking down, I broke out in a cold sweat!

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Daochen's finger strikes had become like a sharp blade hovering over his throat, hovering just inches away from his neck. With just one more step, it could pierce his throat!

Seeing Song Yuanqiao come back to his senses, Lin Daochen lightly withdrew his fingertips, and the chilling aura instantly dissipated.

Song Yuanqiao stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.

No wonder my senior uncle said there was no need to go to the training ground, saying "it will be soon".

It's really fast.

He was defeated in one move.

They were utterly defeated, with no chance of resistance whatsoever.

Just now I had doubts about my master's strength, but now that I think about it, it was utterly absurd.

The one who truly has a limited perspective is himself!

While his mind was still reeling, Lin Daochen spoke calmly:

"Junior Nephew Yuanqiao, your mind is burdened with worries and distractions, and your heart for martial arts is not pure enough, which is why you find it difficult to break through the bottleneck."

"Just follow your heart; there's no need for repeated weighing of options. A martial artist makes decisive decisions when necessary."

Song Yuanqiao was steady and reliable. To put it kindly, he was prudent; to put it bluntly, he was indecisive and hesitant.

In contrast, Yu Lianzhou was decisive and single-minded, and his combat strength actually surpassed that of his senior brother.

"I have learned a great deal from your teachings, Master Uncle." Song Yuanqiao took a deep breath, cupped his hands again, and spoke sincerely.

He was well aware of this, but Wudang was a complex place with countless affairs to manage, and he had to worry about everything. If he didn't think things through carefully, who could take responsibility if something went wrong?

Even if Wudang Mountain is prosperous, it is not an impregnable mountain gate.

Although Master Zhang Sanfeng was an unparalleled expert, no matter how strong one person is, he cannot control the storms of the entire martial arts world.

The slightest mistake could lead to the extermination of the entire family.

Song Yuanqiao's heart sank, and he sighed silently.

Lin Daochen knew that personality traits couldn't be changed in a few words, so he stopped there and didn't offer any more advice. Instead, he spoke calmly:

"You held back just now, want to try again?"

Song Yuanqiao shook his head with a wry smile.

The gap is there; whether you go all out or not, the outcome will be the same.

"Senior Uncle, you... have already reached the Grandmaster realm?"

He changed the subject, his tone revealing his undisguised curiosity.

He was a grandmaster, yet he couldn't even make half a move against his senior master—only a grandmaster could explain such overwhelming strength.

Lin Daochen replied casually:

"More or less."

In terms of cultivation level, the fifth level of Qi Refining is at most considered a Grandmaster. But when it comes to actual combat strength, no one would dare to question that he is a Great Grandmaster.

"My senior master is truly a genius!"

Song Yuanqiao was genuinely impressed.

How long has it been? He just stepped into the threshold of Grandmaster, and in the blink of an eye, he has stepped into the realm of Great Grandmaster—this speed is simply outrageous, utterly outrageous!

However... such a rapid breakthrough, won't it weaken your foundation?

The thought had barely formed when Song Yuanqiao immediately extinguished it.

What right does he have to judge his senior's path?

Upon learning that Lin Daochen had indeed become a Grandmaster, the last trace of hesitation in his heart vanished.

As fellow newly promoted Grandmasters, he didn't believe his own senior master was weaker than the Iron-Blooded Marquis.

"Senior Uncle, I won't disturb your meditation any longer."

After saying this, he bowed and took his leave.

They hadn't gone far when they bumped into Yu Lianzhou.