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

Lin Daochen fell silent. The clues he had were different from what she had described.

The Way of Heaven is not created by Heaven, but is transformed by the Way; now, it is man who holds the Way of Heaven, not the law itself.

He knew more than she did.

After that, life became more relaxed. Qingluan, an older figure, gradually came to terms with it—rather than living in constant fear, it was better to enjoy the present moment.

Xiao Wuyai had found a suitable sparring partner. With Qingluan in charge, he had no more reservations and put all his strength into every move.

After months of arduous training, his combat power soared to its peak.

Qingluan was also curious about this fighting style, so she took out a spirit-seeing artifact to examine the meridians and veins in his body.

Upon seeing this, my heart sank: a five- or four-year-old child had dozens of nested array patterns inside his body, each one operating at high speed and interlocking with the others—just to carve these arrays, one must have endured countless excruciating pains.

The child gritted his teeth and swallowed such a harsh dose, just to grasp the power as soon as possible.

A surge of anger welled up in Qingluan's chest, burning her fingertips.

"Lin Daochen! How could you be so cruel as to harm a child?!"

"Do you even know how old he is? With this, he'll never grow an inch taller in his entire life! Do you understand? What are you trying to achieve by destroying his very foundation!"

Qingluan's voice was strained, her fingertips almost digging into her palm.

Lin Daochen slowly spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said with an indifferent expression as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"He agreed to it himself, so what's it to me? If you really have a solution, show it now—otherwise, stop pointing fingers here."

"Open your eyes and look at reality! Ten years from now, it'll be mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Those who survive will be reduced to mere bone fragments. Without life, what future is there? What tomorrow will you have?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"etc--"

Qingluan suddenly stopped, her pupils shrinking sharply.

"How do you know it's ten years from now? He was already like this when I first stepped into this courtyard... You knew all along?!"

She immediately grasped the crux of the matter—the child had been transformed into this state before her arrival. In other words, Lin Daochen had foreseen the calamity that would befall him ten years later.

She suddenly turned her head, her gaze sharp as a knife, piercing the hunched old man in the corner.

Mo Chen was rubbing his sleeves with his head down, his face full of embarrassment. He coughed lightly and said, "It's been so many years, little girl, do you still remember me?"

"Who are you?"

"Mo Chen".

As soon as the name was announced, Qingluan froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

"Are you kidding me? How did the most handsome young man in the world end up like this?"

Her voice trembled, her eyes wide open, as if the person standing in front of her was not a person, but the ashes rising from the sky when her worldview collapsed.

"Mo Chen? My young master Mo? You... how could you have become so withered?"

She staggered half a step, her lips turning white, her mind churning—the boy who once held a fan in the wind, with handsome features, was now nothing but a bony skeleton, his breath carrying a faint, stagnant quality.

In that instant, a sense of relief washed over her, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her heart. Lin Daochen raised his eyes slightly and noticed a subtle ripple in her aura.

Six months later, he had thoroughly studied and mastered all the books in the Kunlun Library. Before leaving, they agreed to reunite in ten years.

He turned and headed south, straight for the legendary Heavenly Secrets Pavilion—a place where magic techniques were as vast as the sea and secret scrolls as numerous as the forest.

They searched for months but couldn't even find a trace of it.

That afternoon, he was dozing off by the cliff when he suddenly saw two streaks of light tear open the sky—the one fleeing in panic was Wang Sanpang of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce, and the black-robed man chasing behind him was blurry-faced, yet he made the entire cloud layer tremble.

They're familiar faces, after all; we can't just stand by and do nothing.

"Brother, don't panic, I, Lin, have arrived!"

He leaped into the air and gave chase. But as soon as he reached the top of the clouds, a sweep of his divine sense silenced him instantly—the man's cultivation had already reached the Integration Realm!

What kind of nonsense is this?!

Wang Sanpang is either getting beaten up or on his way to getting beaten up.

I ran into him twice, and each time I ran for my life—is this fat guy just naturally prone to attracting trouble?

But as soon as Wang Sanpang saw him, his face lit up with a wide smile, and he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Brother Lin, save me! Help me, please!"

save?

Help my ass!

Don't you know what kind of trash you've messed with? I was about to leave the moment I lifted my leg!

"Stop! Don't come any closer!"

"I don't know you! Get lost!"

Wang Sanpang almost burst into tears: Brother, we were drinking and carousing together last month!

"Since we're all on the same path, let's send you all to your deaths together."

"Kill them all...?"

Lin Daochen felt a chill run down his spine. He had just thought he had mastered some skills, only to run into a ruthless killer. Then he looked at Wang Sanpang—why did this guy always seem to be lurking near the King of Hell?

"My lord, spare my life! I really don't know him! I'll kill him for you, in exchange for my life!"

Those who are afraid of death should be chopped off first!

Before the words were even finished, a cold glint had already struck his neck!

"One hundred thousand spirit stones! That's enough to buy half my life!"

Wang Sanpang was desperate—if he lost his life, his money was just worthless paper.

"150,000!"

Lin Daochen didn't even blink, immediately raising the price. At this moment, Wang Sanpang was like a live fish on a chopping board, completely at Lin Daochen's mercy. Let alone 100,000, as long as he still had a million in his pocket, he would obediently hand over a million to save his life.

But one should always leave some room for maneuver; 150,000 spirit stones, enough to make a friend.

"Fine! 150,000 it is, just save me!"

The other party agreed so readily that his heart sank – the price was probably too low.

But the client's money had already arrived, and the work had to start immediately. Lin Daochen scooped up Wang Sanpang with one hand, his entire demeanor suddenly changing!

Golden runes appeared on his skin, flowing like molten gold; his aura, originally at the Golden Core stage, surged and broke through to the Nascent Soul stage—in an instant, his body radiated light, like the rising sun, dazzling and unbearable.

Nascent Soul?!

The assassin behind him narrowed his eyes and froze on the spot. He had seen breakthroughs in battle before, but he had never seen anything so bizarre—one second he was a shaky Golden Core cultivator, and the next he had become a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator who could control a region!

Has the world gone mad? Even if he is a Nascent Soul cultivator, so what? I am a Integration Stage Ancestor, why would I be afraid of a junior who has just emerged?

A thought flashed through his mind, and the assassin sneered, "Nascent Soul? I'll still send you to your death!"

"die--!"

Before the words were even finished, a colossal hand that blotted out the sky tore through the air and crashed down with the force of thunder!

At the critical moment, Lin Daochen kicked out and slammed Wang Sanpang hard into his buttocks.

"roll!"

A strong gust of wind swept through the air, and Wang Sanpang was sent flying like a meatball. Even in mid-air, he didn't forget to shout at the top of his lungs:

"Brother! I trusted the right person! I'll never forget your life-saving grace!"

Lin Daochen didn't even lift his eyelids. He knew very well that fighting this Nascent Soul stage assassin head-on would be certain death; only by outsmarting him could he survive.

"Fellow Daoist, please hold your hand! Let's be lenient when possible. How about I add another 100,000 spirit stones, and we can let bygones be bygones?"

But the other party ignored him completely, and the earth-shattering blow was already roaring in, about to smash down on his head.

With no hope of reaching an agreement, Lin Daochen sighed silently. He wasn't afraid to escape—once he used his escape technique, no one could stop him. But if he withdrew, Wang Sanpang would immediately be reduced to a pile of mud, which was not his original intention in taking on this deal.

"All things return to one!"

In an instant, countless icy blades appeared out of thin air, their edges radiating killing intent, as chilling as rain. Lin Daochen himself vanished in an instant, reappearing firmly behind Wang Sanpang.

"Brother, you're awesome!!"

"Why are you hiding, bro? Wasn't he dead?"

Bye?

How could a Nascent Soul cultivator be so easy to kill! This fatso can't even grasp this basic common sense? Isn't he supposed to be on very good terms with Qingluan?

Is this the quality of that woman's friend?

But he had no time to think about it now.

"He's not quite dead! Let's go—any later and we'll both be dead!"

"Brother, give him one more stab! Just one! That could really kill him!!"

Lin Daochen almost kicked him, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger—he hadn't even received the 150,000 spirit stones yet, so there was no need to argue with a fool.

The two fled for their lives, covering a thousand miles in an instant.

However, the pursuers behind them were powerful cultivators at the Integration Stage. In just a few breaths, they closed in again, their dark figures looming overhead, their killing intent surging like a tide.

Lin Daochen suddenly raised his hand, and his entire arm vanished into thin air; the next instant, his hand suddenly reappeared dozens of feet away, his five fingers flying and rapidly forming hand seals!

This was a skill he had honed over many years—using the power of space to defend against enemies from afar, capable of both injuring and saving his own life. From a distance, one could only see a lone hand moving swiftly and powerfully in mid-air, seemingly possessing its own sentience, yet its master was nowhere to be found.

Now, this is the only way he can buy time. As for how to break the deadlock later? He can't worry about that now.

Wang Sanpang is, after all, a member of the Wanbao Chamber of Commerce. If he can hold out long enough, help will come sooner or later.

"Fatty! Where's your helper? Go now!"

helper?

"No... I didn't bring any, bro! I snuck out this time, I didn't call anyone..."

Halfway through his sentence, Wang Sanpang himself deflated – was it all over, was this truly a dead end?

"Quickly, think! Do you have any tokens on you that can contact your family? If so, take them out right now!"

What precious keepsake did he have? He was practically invisible in the clan, not even worthy of a breastplate, let alone a life-saving talisman.

"If you still can't figure it out, I'll let go and let you land on your own!"

This worked. The fat man slapped his forehead and blurted out:

"I remember now! There really is one! My dad gave it to me himself! I'll get it out right now!"

Lin Daochen felt a sense of relief—at least, this fatso wasn't hopelessly stupid.

A moment later, he pulled a strange object out of his pocket.

The jade statue had a strange appearance, but the carving was exquisite. Its eyebrows and eyes were bright and lively, and the folds of its clothes seemed to move in the wind. It was clear at a glance that it was made by a master and was by no means an ordinary object.

"This is the trump card my father gave me to save my life, called 'Divine Concealment Image' - once activated, it can instantly pull a person into the crevices of another realm, and no matter how tight the net is outside, it will not be able to find a trace of them."

They should have revealed it a long time ago! It's driving me crazy!

"Brother, actually this thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Daochen snatched the statue away.

The moment the spiritual energy poured in, a burst of white light exploded like thunder, blinding everyone. The assassins chasing after them had just pounced close when the two figures vanished into thin air in broad daylight, leaving not even a trace.

At the same moment, deep within another dimension.

All around were raging spatial turbulence, tearing at the air and crushing sound; and wisps of hazy, chaotic power wandered through it, cold, violent, and lifeless—it was not a place for the living to set foot in!

If the chaotic energy hadn't been so incredibly thin, they would probably be nothing but ashes by now.

But right now... we can't get out.

"You... know how to get out?"

Lin Daochen's tone was low, but there was no trace of panic in his voice.

"I really don't know!"

do not know?

This chubby guy is a complete swindler—even his own master doesn't know how to use his own magic weapon.

"Brother, I was just about to speak, but you didn't give me a chance to open my mouth! This statue of the spirit has never had a proper use since it was made. Even my father only said that it will move when the time is right."

Wang Sanpang looked aggrieved; having just faced death, he had no time to argue about such things.

But we can't afford to delay any longer. If we keep dragging this out, the two corpses will eventually die in this void.

Just then, Lin Daochen suddenly felt a slight tremor in his dantian—the dormant chaotic power within his body was quietly resonating with the surrounding turbulent currents and slowly merging together!

A surge of immense power coursed through his limbs and bones, and his cultivation seemed poised to break through to a higher realm.

Wang Sanpang, who had been frantically calculating and trying to figure things out, suddenly paused: Why is the chaotic energy around us getting weaker and weaker?

"What are you doing?!"

What the hell!!

Is this old man swallowing chaos?!

That's a forbidden power that burns upon contact and crumbles upon touch! Ordinary cultivators would be reduced to ashes if they even got within three zhang of it, but Lin Daochen was inhaling it mouthful by mouthful?

Outrageous! Utterly outrageous!