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

After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"Master Song, your esteemed senior master... could it be that you have already attained enlightenment and ascended to immortality?"

Song Yuanqiao's expression slightly changed, a faint smile played on his lips, and his tone became ethereal:

"Your Majesty, this matter... cannot be discussed."

Unspeakable?

Emperor Zhengde's heart skipped a beat—the more he kept quiet, the more it proved to be true!

"Once I have pacified the court, I will personally visit Wudang Mountain to express my gratitude to Dao Chen Zhenren in person!"

His tone was solemn, almost like he was swearing.

"Wudang awaits Your Majesty's arrival," Song Yuanqiao replied with a smile.

Whether Lin Daochen has actually become an immortal is uncertain to him.

But this doesn't stop him from leveraging the situation to create momentum.

Making the emperor respect his senior brother not only ensures that promises are kept, but also mobilizes the court's resources to search for the rare and precious materials Lin Daochen needs.

Kill two birds with one stone.

"Your Majesty, Zhu Wushi has been eliminated, so we shall take our leave now."

After speaking, Song Yuanqiao led his men away.

No sooner had the man left than Emperor Zhengde secretly ordered the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot to:

"Act immediately! Search high and low for rare and precious materials and artifacts. Whatever Dao Chen Zhenren needs, spare no expense and deliver it to Wudang!"

the other side.

Wudang Mountain.

Next to the Sutra Repository, a new weapon-refining room has been added.

Inside the room, a small alchemy furnace quietly burned with a blue flame.

This is a refining furnace specially made by Lin Daochen.

These days, besides absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for cultivation, he devotes most of his energy to the art of weapon crafting.

Not only to refine storage rings, but also to forge magical artifacts and refine array flags, paving the way for future array formations.

At this moment, he sat upright in front of the stove, holding an ancient book in his hands, his eyes sharp as he studied it word by word.

a long time.

He slowly closed the book, flicked his finger, and a wisp of spiritual energy shot out and precisely entered the heart of the furnace.

boom--!

The flames inside the furnace suddenly shot up, turning blood red and crackling loudly.

Lin Daochen's gaze was calm. He raised his hand and tossed a piece of iron into the furnace. As his spiritual energy surged, his ten fingers flew, casting spells like lightning. In an instant, the furnace fire roared and surged, flames soaring into the sky. Under the high temperature, the iron quickly softened and melted, turning into a pool of silvery molten metal.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his hand seals suddenly changed—the ball of molten metal floated up out of thin air, slowly stretching and shaping, the spine of the sword first appearing, and a cold light gleaming.

At this crucial moment when he was focused on forging the sword—

Having read countless ancient texts on weapon crafting and undergone thousands of trials, you have finally mastered the art of weapon crafting. In a moment of enlightenment, you created your own unique secret technique: the Heavenly Crafting Creation Technique!

A vast and profound essence of weapon crafting surged into his mind, causing countless mysterious runes and fragments of laws to explode within him. Lin Daochen's fingertips suddenly shifted, the rhythm becoming faster and the cadence more precise.

A moment later, a long sword with flowing light and a soft hum of sword energy floated quietly in the center of the furnace.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the longsword burst from the furnace and landed steadily in his palm.

"Mid-grade Yellow level...not bad." Lin Daochen stroked the sword, a slight smile playing on his lips.

In his self-created system of magical artifact ranking, there are four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow, each tier further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. The sword he currently wields is at the middle level of the Yellow tier—which is already the limit for a low-level cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Only by reaching the Foundation Establishment stage can one hope to obtain a Xuan-level artifact.

"You are the first magical artifact I have personally forged, so I will call you the Primordial Sword."

As he finished speaking, he flicked his sleeve and stored the Primordial Sword in his storage bag. Turning to leave, his steps were unhurried, but he did not take the opportunity to attempt to refine the storage ring.

He knew that although the Heavenly Crafting Technique was complete, storage-type magical artifacts were extremely difficult to forge. Not only did they require rare materials, but one also needed to comprehend a trace of the laws of space. At present, his skill was still too shallow, and forcing it would only be futile.

But he showed no sign of disappointment.

What we have gained today has far exceeded our expectations.

With a skill in hand, one has nothing to worry about. From then on, the path of cultivation became filled with countless possibilities.

It can be used to rebuild the alchemy furnace, improving alchemy efficiency; it can be used to forge powerful weapons, enhancing combat strength; and it can even be used to set up the long-awaited spirit-gathering array, allowing cultivation speed to advance by leaps and bounds.

With this thought in mind, Lin Daochen walked briskly back to the training room.

Night had fallen, and a cool mountain breeze blew. He had just sat down cross-legged when a sudden sense of unease arose in his heart.

"Ha, you've got some nerve."

With a cold laugh, his figure instantly transformed into a lightning shadow, unleashing the Sumeru Lightning Escape to its limit, and he darted out of the house in an instant.

In the next instant, he was standing under the old pine tree in front of the library.

"Come out."

The voice was calm, yet carried an irresistible sense of pressure.

There was complete silence behind the tree.

Lin Daochen didn't even lift his eyelids, and his right hand made a grabbing motion in the air—

A giant hand formed from spiritual energy tore through the air, reaching deep into the shadows of the trees and pulling out a man in black!

The man was dressed in night clothes, his face was still covered with a veil, but his eyes were filled with horror.

It's absurd that a martial arts master couldn't even react before being captured by an unknown old Taoist priest!

Moreover, this old Taoist priest wasn't a legendary figure like Master Zhang...

Lin Daochen ignored the turmoil in the other person's heart, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and dragged him back to the Scripture Pavilion.

"Who are you?"

He stared directly into the other person's eyes, a deep, dark light swirling within their pupils, as if two dark vortexes were slowly rotating, captivating the soul.

This is a minor technique he recently mastered—the Minor Soul-Stealing Technique. Once struck, the victim loses their composure and answers any question without question, daring not to utter a single falsehood.

Sure enough, the man in black's eyes quickly became unfocused, and his expression became blank, as if his soul had been taken away.

"Who are you? Where do you come from? What brings you to Wudang?"

Lin Daochen spoke calmly, yet every word was sharp and clear.

"My name is Hui Tianyi, and I come from the Blood Pool Gang..."

The man in black spoke blankly, his voice dry and hoarse.

Lin Daochen listened attentively, asking several follow-up questions. In just a short while, the whole story became clear.

It turns out that rumors have been circulating in the martial arts world that "The Longevity Manual," one of the four great books of the Sui Dynasty and the supreme secret manual of Taoism, has fallen into the hands of Wudang.

People in the martial arts world were stirred up by the news, all because of the three words "The Longevity Manual".

This legendary book, said to reveal the secrets to immortality, has been highly sought after since its appearance, attracting countless experts eager to acquire it.

Although Wudang has Zhang Sanfeng in charge and is famous throughout the world, there is no shortage of desperate people in this world, nor is there a shortage of madmen who would risk everything.

For example, Hui Tianyi, who is kneeling in front of Lin Daochen with blood seeping from his forehead—a piece of trash whose strength is at the bottom and who barely squeezed into the threshold of the Grandmaster level—dared to be the first to run into the Wudang Mountain gate.

They're really tired of living.

His courage in coming wasn't based on sheer bravery, but rather on the rumor circulating in the martial arts world: although Zhang Sanfeng had slain Meng Chixing of the Demonic Sect, it was a Pyrrhic victory, and he was still severely injured and in seclusion. The fact that Song Yuanqiao was handling all the affairs of Wudang was proof of this.

Unfortunately, they only knew one side of the story.

Lin Daochen flicked his finger, and a burst of energy shot out like thunder, instantly piercing Hui Tianyi's brow. The corpse fell to the ground, without even a groan.

After summoning the Daoist boy Qingfeng to drag away the corpse, he sat cross-legged, focused his energy into his dantian, and continued his cultivation.

He didn't care about the leak of the "Longevity Manual".

Now that he is a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, mere turmoil in the martial world is not enough to stir even a shred of his clothes.

Does possessing treasure bring disaster? Wrong. Possessing treasure without real strength is the true path to death.

However, this incident also reminded him that he should create a method for forging the soul and refining the spirit. His divine sense spread like a net, covering hundreds of miles, and he could control every blade of grass and every movement on the mountain.

In the following days, several more groups of thieves broke into the library, attempting to steal books.

Those who came, all died.

After the massacre of several people, Wudang Mountain fell silent.

But Lin Daochen knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

The truly big fish never rush to bite. Those old monsters lurking in the shadows are waiting for the right moment to strike and kill.

His solution was simple—to train harder.

If you are strong enough, no matter how many schemes and tricks you have, they are nothing more than ants rushing to a flame.

Two days later, Song Yuanqiao and his party returned to the mountain.

Upon returning to Wudang, the fellow disciples went to the Sutra Repository to pay their respects to Lin Daochen, but Mo Shenggu was the only one missing.

"Where is Seventh Junior Brother?" Lin Daochen asked.

Song Yuanqiao respectfully replied, "Reporting to my senior master, on the way back, I encountered disciples of the Deaf-Mute Sect of the Northern Song Dynasty. They were ordered to invite my seventh junior brother to attend the Zhenlong Chess Tournament. My seventh junior brother was very interested and agreed on the spot. He has already set off north with them."

"But please rest assured, Master Uncle, before he left, I gave him the Nine Heavens Thunder Killing Talisman that you bestowed upon him, and I also prepared several Thunder Escape Talismans. Although the journey is long, his life is safe."

Song Yuanqiao is always prudent in his work.

Lin Daochen nodded slightly.

Mo Shenggu is young and needs experience.

Protected by divine talismans, ordinary experts cannot get close to him. Furthermore, given his status as a core disciple of Wudang, who would dare to easily harm him?

As for that rare chess game... since the opportunity has been presented to us, why let outsiders take advantage of it?

Just grab it while you're at it.

"Senior Uncle," Song Yuanqiao's expression turned slightly grave, "how should we deal with the leak of the 'Longevity Manual'? Rumors are already circulating in the martial world, and it seems that trouble will soon come knocking. Master is still in seclusion; if all the evil forces press in..."

He hadn't finished speaking when his brows furrowed.

They had already heard about this before even returning to the mountain, and one can imagine their anxiety.

Even though they knew the "Longevity Manual" was nothing special, the outside world didn't believe it. Even if Wudang themselves clarified it, no one would believe them.

"Don't worry," Lin Daochen said calmly. "I know what I'm doing. With me here, Wudang will be safe."

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

Yes, my senior master is most likely a cultivator, whose profound abilities are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

The group felt a great weight lifted off their shoulders and quickly reported on their assistance to Emperor Zhengde in suppressing the rebellion before taking their leave.

As for Emperor Zhengde's desire to personally visit Wudang, Lin Daochen did not refuse.

Come on then.

The last time Emperor Zhengde reached a cooperation agreement with Lin Daochen, he immediately sent over a pile of rare and precious materials and spiritual jade artifacts. His actions were so swift and decisive that they didn't seem like those of an ordinary emperor, but rather like those of a seasoned veteran of the cultivation world. Lin Daochen observed this and secretly praised him: This man knows the rules and knows when to advance and retreat; he's worth helping out.

After all, having a powerful dynasty backing them up will make it much easier to plunder cultivation resources in the future.

He walked to the desk, picked up his brush, and quickly wrote a letter. After finishing, he gently blew on the ink to dry it, rolled it up, and stuffed it into a cloth bag envelope with a handle.

Stepping out of the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen summoned his spirit pet, a white crane.

"Xiao Bai, take this letter to Wudang and give it to your junior disciple Sheng Gu."

He tied the letter bag to the white crane's neck, his tone gentle yet leaving no room for delay.

The white crane, which accompanied Lin Daochen day and night, was immersed in the rich spiritual energy of immortals and had long since transcended the nature of ordinary birds—its muscles and bones had become stronger and stronger, its eyes were bright and lively as if they contained starlight, and it seemed to be opening its mind and gaining wisdom.

"唳——"

A clear cry pierced the sky, and with a flap of its wings, it transformed into a white shadow and soared straight into the clouds.

Watching that receding figure, Lin Daochen sighed softly, "If we had a communication talisman, why would we need to trouble you with all this running around?"

The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly suppressed it. It wasn't urgent at the moment; he'd leave it aside for now.

He turned back to his chambers, secluded himself for meditation, and awaited a reply.