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

"Senior Brother, were you sparring with Senior Uncle just now?"

Song Yuanqiao nodded: "Mm."

"What's the outcome?"

"Master Uncle won."

Every word was clear and concise.

Yu Lianzhou was taken aback, and a fighting spirit immediately ignited in his eyes.

His senior uncle, who always secluded himself for arduous cultivation, actually possessed such combat power.

"Then I'll have to go and learn from them!"

Song Yuanqiao saw through his thoughts at a glance and immediately poured cold water on them:

"Second junior brother, don't go and humiliate yourself. Your senior master has already entered the realm of Grandmaster."

"What?! A Grandmaster?!"

Yu Lianzhou's pupils shrank suddenly, his face filled with disbelief.

He knew his senior brother-in-law was incredibly talented, but this was happening way too fast!

Lin Daochen has only been a Grandmaster for a few days? And he's already broken through to another realm?

Grandmaster! So many people spend their entire lives trying to even get close to the threshold, how come my master crossed it so easily, like drinking water and eating rice?

This is absolutely incredible!

"Senior Brother, you're not kidding me, are you?"

He stared at Song Yuanqiao and asked tentatively.

Song Yuanqiao remained calm: "You know I never joke."

"This...this..."

Yu Lianzhou was speechless for a moment, and could only click his tongue in amazement—his senior master was truly too extraordinary.

But he's stubborn to the core, and he's not so easy to back down.

After a moment's thought, my resolve only strengthened:

"Perfect timing! My senior master has just entered the Grandmaster realm. I'll go test the waters and experience the true difference in realms."

Ever since he reached the Grandmaster level, he has been filled with curiosity about the power of a Grandmaster and has long wanted to find an opportunity to spar with someone to verify it.

Of course, you have to choose a "normal" grandmaster.

To encounter a top-tier being like Master Zhang Sanfeng, who is at the level of a half-step terrestrial immortal, would be to be crushed and utterly meaningless.

But Lin Daochen is different—he has just broken through, making him the most suitable candidate for "testing his skills".

Song Yuanqiao glanced at him, his tone grave:

"You really shouldn't go."

"My master's strength is far beyond that of ordinary grandmasters. Even if he is not as good as my master, he is still far superior to ordinary grandmasters."

He paused, then slowly said:

"Do you know how many moves he used to beat me?"

Without waiting for an answer, he revealed the answer himself:

"One move."

"I was defeated with just a light touch of his finger."

"Hiss—my senior master is actually this strong?"

Yu Lianzhou's pupils contracted, and his heart trembled violently.

He knew Song Yuanqiao's skills very well; although slightly inferior to his own, he was still considered a top expert in the grandmaster circle. Yet, this formidable character couldn't even withstand a single move from Lin Daochen?

This is no newly promoted Grandmaster, it's clearly an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years making a move!

That's terrifying.

Yu Lianzhou immediately abandoned the idea of ​​sparring—he wasn't stupid, why would he willingly offer himself up to be beaten?

"Senior Brother, now our Wudang Sect has more than one Grandmaster! It's like a double buff! This is truly a momentous occasion!"

He immediately put on an excited expression, and his tone became lighter.

Song Yuanqiao nodded with a smile: "Perhaps, when Master comes out of seclusion, he will not only be a Grandmaster, but a terrestrial immortal descended to earth."

"Haha, you're right! When that happens, our Wudang sect will be greatly honored, and who in the world will dare to underestimate us?"

The two chatted and laughed as they walked away, their figures disappearing into the depths of the mountain mist.

the other side.

The library is quiet and serene.

After Song Yuanqiao left, Lin Daochen pulled out an ancient book from the towering bookshelf—"The Supreme Limitless Great Dao Natural True One Five-Character Talisman Scripture"—and gently stroked the yellowed pages with his fingertips, his gaze slightly narrowed.

He was studying the Dao of Talismans.

The most urgent task is to refine talismans that can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and hand them over to the Ming Dynasty court to search for spiritual objects. The sooner the better.

……

The Imperial Palace of the Ming Dynasty.

Cao Zhengchun strode into the hall, still covered in dust from his journey.

After returning from Wudang, he led his men on a whirlwind journey day and night, arriving in the capital in just two days.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

After bowing, he could not hide his excitement, and his voice trembled:

"It's done! Wudang has agreed to help His Majesty deal with the Iron-Blooded Marquis!"

"good!"

Emperor Zhengde suddenly stood up, his gloomy expression vanishing, replaced by a beaming smile.

The huge weight that had been pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe, finally lifted off his feet.

As long as someone can restrain that martial arts grandmaster, with his imperial power and resources, it's only a matter of time before he wipes out his followers.

After a moment of ecstasy, he calmed down and asked in a deep voice:

"What conditions did Master Zhang propose?"

"Your Majesty, this old servant was unable to meet Master Zhang, as he had entered seclusion. However, I did meet his senior brother..."

Cao Zhengchun recounted his entire experience on this trip.

"Is Master Zhang about to break through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal?"

Emperor Zhengde's eyes lit up, and he instantly grasped the key point.

After a few moments of silence, his tone turned serious, and he gave the order:

"Immediately arrange for personnel to select a batch of classic texts and rare treasures and send them to Wudang Mountain at top speed!"

"It must be done quickly, and more importantly, it must demonstrate my sincerity."

The Wudang Sect, which is about to possess a terrestrial immortal, has doubled in value. If he can successfully win them over, his throne will be as secure as Mount Tai.

"As you command!"

Cao Zhengchun acknowledged the order, then hesitated before speaking:

"Your Majesty, the classic texts are easy to choose from, but the rare and precious materials... True Master Dao Chen has not yet sent over the spirit-identifying talismans. We don't know which ones are suitable, and how should we choose?"

Emperor Zhengde smiled faintly: "The key is attitude. Can't decide? Then just choose anyone."

"I've heard that Taoist priests love to refine elixirs and draw talismans, so pick the most expensive medicinal herbs, elixirs, jade artifacts, and precious materials—pile them up to show your sincerity!"

He paused, then his voice suddenly became more forceful:

"I possess the entire world, why would I fear lacking such a small thing? Don't be stingy, be more generous! Otherwise, you'll offend people's hearts and ruin things!"

"This old servant understands!" Cao Zhengchun replied with his head bowed, already having made his decision.

Subsequently, the emperor and his ministers secretly discussed how to bring down the Iron-Blooded Marquis.

This man is, after all, the emperor's uncle, holding the "Iron Certificate" and "Imperial Sword" bestowed by the late emperor. With such a title, any action against him must be taken with a legitimate reason and proceed with extreme caution.

Don't rush.

Once action is taken, it is essential to eradicate the problem completely and prevent any future troubles.

After the agreement was reached, Cao Zhengchun withdrew.

The next morning.

The elite forces of the Eastern Depot were mobilized in full force, with a large convoy laden with books, rare medicines, jade and precious artifacts, heading straight for Wudang Mountain.

……

Seasons change, and time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, another period of time has passed.

Wudang Mountain.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen held the "Essentials of Talismans" in his hand, his gaze slightly darkened, as if lightning was flowing in his eyes.

"The talisman takes its form from clouds and stars; the script interprets the meaning of sounds, sentences, and chapters; the illustration depicts the ever-changing nature of things. Yet the talisman contains the meaning of the script, and the script contains the power of the illustration; the text and illustration complement each other, and sound and form go hand in hand. Thus, there are eight styles and six scripts, which complement and enhance each other..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already put down the book, picked up the talisman brush, spread out the yellow paper, lightly touched the cinnabar with his fingertips, and with a turn of the brush, the paper flowed like a dragon or snake.

Just as his mind was focused and his pen moved with effortless grace, a torrent of information suddenly exploded in his mind—

[You have deeply studied the profound principles of Taoist talismans, and after thousands of attempts to draw talismans with spiritual power, you have finally glimpsed the origin of the Dao of Talismans and comprehended the supreme method of talisman creation: the Supreme Talisman True Scripture!]

In an instant, the tip of the pen moved, and runes formed spontaneously, faintly echoing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A moment later, an ancient yet extraordinary talisman lay quietly on the table, its edges shimmering with barely perceptible spiritual light.

Lin Daochen stared for a long time, a slight smile playing on his lips.

It became.

This talisman can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on its own, and can identify the location of spiritual objects without being activated.

He picked up his pen and named it: Spirit-Inspiring Talisman.

The next morning, Song Yuanqiao arrived through the morning mist, knocked on the door, and entered the pavilion.

"Master Uncle, the imperial envoy has arrived, bringing a large number of ancient books and rare treasures. Would you like to see him?"

"No need." Lin Daochen didn't even look up. "Send the books to the Scripture Pavilion for filing, and store the rest in the sect's treasury for now. I'll go and choose for myself."

He paused, then took out a stack of talismans and handed them to Song Yuanqiao: "Give these to the messenger and have them take them back to Cao Zhengchun. Include this note: Anything that can be sensed by this talisman is what I need. Once you have collected them all, send them to Wudang regularly."

That stack of spirit-sensing talismans was made during his seclusion last night, each one imbued with spiritual energy.

"Yes, Senior Uncle." Song Yuanqiao respectfully accepted it and turned to leave.

After everyone left, Lin Daochen entered the training room, sat cross-legged, and began circulating his internal energy.

An hour later, the practice was completed.

He got up and went straight to the treasure vault. With a sweep of his divine sense, he immediately understood all the spiritually imbued items.

Medicinal herbs, jade, ritual implements... a dazzling array, brimming with spiritual energy.

The quantity is satisfactory.

He also began to view the Zhengde Emperor in a different light—this emperor knew the rules and was good at handling affairs.

But there are too many things to choose from, so it's impossible to personally select them every time.

He frowned slightly, already having a plan in mind: why not take some time to study the art of weapon crafting? If he could craft a storage ring, wouldn't that save him a lot of trouble?

Once the thought arose, it was never put aside.

He returned to the library with the few items he needed, went straight to the alchemy room, and lit the fire to start the furnace.

Half an hour later, six Spirit Gathering Pills were produced, their medicinal fragrance faintly emanating, their spiritual energy contained within.

After a short rest to dispel the fatigue from alchemy, he tilted his head back and swallowed one.

When one sits in meditation and refines the energy, spiritual energy flows into the body like a river, causing the meridians to expand.

The medicine was almost worn off, but there was no rush to take another dose.

He circulated the "Great Dao Scripture of Tempering Spirit and Bringing Fire," and the remaining poison in his body evaporated and was expelled like ice and snow meeting the sun.

Wait until your meridians are clear before swallowing the second pill.

This process was repeated until all six pills were refined.

As his aura reached its peak, Lin Daochen opened his eyes, a fleeting glint of light flashing within them.

Peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining!

It's just a hair's breadth away from the sixth level of Qi Refining.

After absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for a few more days, one can break through to the next realm.

"As expected, the amount of spiritual energy required increases exponentially as you progress."

He understood.

Last time, with nine Spirit Gathering Pills, we jumped two levels, from the third to the fifth.

This time, even six pills failed to break through the barrier, demonstrating the vast difference in their levels.

Every step forward will be a dual test of resources and mindset.

"No rush," Lin Daochen said calmly.

The path to immortality is inherently fraught with peril.

Before the imperial court and Wudang send the next batch of materials, he can cultivate his inner energy while studying magic, talismans, weapon crafting, and formations.

Only by accumulating a solid foundation can we achieve steady and long-term progress.

While pondering—

Suddenly, it got dark.

Outside the window, dark clouds had gathered, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Thick, dark clouds, like ink staining the sky, pressed down on the entire Wudang Mountain, making it seem as if the mountain was holding its breath.

A deafening roar tore through the sky, and Lin Daochen's pupils contracted slightly as he felt a jolt in his heart—a thunderstorm was approaching.