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

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng sat upright on the dragon throne, his gaze sharp as a blade, and summoned Zhao Gao, the Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office.

This person appears to be in charge of the imperial carriages, but in reality, he is the leader of the infamous assassin organization "Luo Wang".

"Zhao Gao, are you aware of the matter of the 'Longevity Manual'?" Ying Zheng slowly asked. "Is it truly as mysterious as the legends say? Can it really allow one to defy fate and attain immortality?"

Zhao Gao lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then respectfully replied:

"Your Majesty, I have secretly ordered a thorough investigation. It is said that the 'Longevity Manual' was personally written by the ancient immortal Guang Chengzi. Since it came from the hand of an immortal, it is very likely to be a genuine immortal cultivation method, containing the secrets of prolonging life and communicating with the divine."

"The Path to Immortality, written by immortals!"

Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up, and a blazing flame ignited deep within his pupils.

His obsession with immortality ran deep. In his early years, he sent Xu Fu with a thousand children to the east to search for immortals, all in order to obtain a legendary elixir of immortality.

Now that the "Longevity Secret" has appeared in the world, how can one possibly remain unrestrained?

"Zhao Gao, I order you to depart immediately and travel to the Wudang Sect of the Ming Dynasty to retrieve the 'Longevity Manual' and present it to me—can you accomplish this?"

His voice was deep, yet carried an irresistible pressure.

He was determined to get this!

"As you command!"

Zhao Gao knelt on one knee, his tone resolute, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will not fail in my duty and will personally present the 'Secret of Longevity' before you!"

He had been in charge of the Luo Wang organization for many years, with his elite assassins spread throughout the land and hundreds of top-tier masters under his command. In his eyes, the Wudang Sect was nothing more than a pawn to be taken.

Just then, a steady voice rang out from behind the dragon throne:

"Your Majesty, Master Zhang, the leader of Wudang, is a top grandmaster of our time, whose martial arts are unfathomable. I believe we should try diplomacy first, and strive to obtain the 'Longevity Manual' peacefully through negotiation."

The speaker was the middle-aged man standing behind Ying Zheng—Gai Nie.

The Great Qin Sword Saint, the greatest swordsman in the world, and Ying Zheng's most trusted bodyguard, had single-handedly killed countless assassins who had infiltrated the palace.

Ying Zheng was slightly surprised: "Oh? Even Mr. Gai is so wary of this person?"

Gai Nie said solemnly, "Master Zhang has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, and is a rare talent in the world."

"Then... how does it compare to you?" Ying Zheng couldn't help but ask.

After a long silence, Gai Nie finally uttered, "I dare not make any predictions before the battle."

Ying Zheng understood—even Gai Nie wasn't absolutely certain of victory.

He pondered for a moment, then turned to Zhao Gao, his tone softening slightly: "Let's follow Mr. Gai's plan and send someone to negotiate. As long as Wudang is willing to hand over the 'Longevity Manual,' I'm open to discussing any conditions."

"As you command," Zhao Gao acknowledged, then quickly changed the subject, whispering a reminder, "But I dare to speak frankly, the chances of the deal succeeding are extremely low. If the 'Longevity Manual' were truly a priceless treasure of the immortals, would Wudang so easily relinquish it?"

Ying Zheng's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent arose instantly.

"If they don't know what's good for them, then make them know what's good for them."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice cold as he ordered, "In short, the 'Longevity Manual' must be brought back! No matter the means, I only care about the result!"

Anyone who blocks his path to immortality is doomed!

"Your subject obeys the decree!"

Zhao Gao bowed deeply and said, "Immediately withdraw and gather your men. We should set off for the Ming Dynasty as early as tomorrow."

He sneered inwardly: A celestial treasure? What kind of deal is this?

The law of the jungle prevails; it is the only rule in this chaotic world.

The Wudang Sect is the orthodox sect of the Ming Dynasty, not a vassal of the Qin Dynasty. Why would it easily give in to the Qin Dynasty's demands?

When it really comes down to it, we'll probably have to resort to another killer move.

After Zhao Gao left the palace, he immediately summoned the elite of the Luo Wang organization, and undercurrents were brewing.

Meanwhile, after Zhao Gao left, Ying Zheng immediately summoned Zhang Han, the leader of the Secret Guard.

"Zhang Han, lead men to infiltrate the Ming Dynasty and keep a close eye on the Luo Wang's every move."

The secret arts of immortals are no small matter. Since Ying Zheng did not trust Zhao Gao and his group of treacherous people, he naturally had to keep a secret.

……

The Ming Dynasty, Wudang Mountain.

Inside the library, Lin Daochen sat quietly at his desk, holding an ancient scroll in his hands, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

"Once the true spirit descends to the Qian Palace, it splits into the soul and the spirit. The soul resides in the heart of heaven, belongs to Yang, is light and pure, and rises upward. It is a gift from the Great Void and is of the same form as the Primordial Beginning. The spirit belongs to Yin, is turbid and sinks downward, and is attached to the mortal heart. The soul governs life, and the spirit governs death. All greed and restlessness are driven by the spirit, which is the consciousness..."

This explanation of "consciousness" was like a thunderbolt cleaving through the fog, striking directly at what he sought in his heart.

The moment he closed the Daoist canon, a torrent of information exploded in his mind—

[You have deeply studied the Daoist canon, comprehended the origin of divine consciousness, and combined it with the ultimate principles of the Great Dao to create a method for cultivating divine consciousness: the Chaos Transformation Divine Refining Technique! (Beginner Level)]

Lin Daochen's lips curled up slightly, and his eyes flashed.

After many days of arduous practice, he finally achieved enlightenment.

With this technique, one's divine sense can be continuously refined and elevated, truly embarking on the path to spiritual enlightenment.

……

The Northern Song Dynasty, outside Leigu Mountain.

A snow-white figure streaked across the sky, wings spread, surrounded by spiritual energy—it was Lin Daochen's spirit pet white crane, which landed steadily in front of Mo Shenggu.

"Little White? What brings you here!"

Mo Shenggu's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise.

Which Wudang disciple doesn't recognize the divine bird beside this senior master? With its otherworldly air and flawless body, it has long been a legend in the mountains.

The white crane lowered its head and stretched its long neck slightly, indicating the cloth bag around its neck.

Mo Shenggu quickly took it down and opened the letter to read it carefully. After a moment, an excited look appeared on his face.

"Xiao Bai, go back and tell your master that the letter has been received, and thank you for your guidance!"

"唳——"

A clear cry echoed through the valley, and the white crane spread its wings and soared into the sky, transforming into a streak of white light as it flew towards Wudang.

Mo Shenggu gazed at the lingering shadows on the horizon, his heart still reeling.

"My senior master is truly a genius! He understands the state of the world without ever leaving his house."

In the letter, Lin Daochen explained in detail the key to solving the Zhenlong Chess Game, each word like a pearl, pointing directly to the core.

"Hehe, this time it's my turn to shine!"

How could a young person not be filled with passion and excitement?

Overwhelmed with excitement, Mo Shenggu straightened his robes and strode forward with his head held high.

Deep in the mountains ahead lies the Deaf and Mute Sect.

The Precious Chess Game Tournament is about to begin.

……

Meanwhile, at Wudang Mountain.

Today, the mountain gates are wide open, bells and drums resound, and auspicious energy rises.

Because the Ming Dynasty Emperor Zhengde visited this place.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Song Yuanqiao and his disciples greeted them at the mountain gate, bowing respectfully.

"No need for such formalities, Master Song."

Emperor Zhengde smiled and raised his hand, his expression gentle.

He is now full of vigor and high spirits.

The rebellion of the Iron-Blooded Marquis has been quelled, and he now holds the reins of power in the court. The Wudang Sect helped him turn the tide at a crucial moment, and he remembers this kindness in his heart.

Once the situation stabilized, he personally led the imperial guards on a tour of Wudang Mountain.

What's even more remarkable is that everything they brought on this trip consisted of rare treasures from heaven and earth, including precious jade and minerals; not a single item was ordinary.

With the spiritual talisman given by Lin Daochen as a guide, the resources delivered this time were all perfectly suited to the needs of cultivation and contained abundant spiritual energy.

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Yuanqiao respectfully began to speak:

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. My master is in seclusion, attempting to break through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal, and was unable to personally welcome me. My senior master, Dao Chen, is also deeply devoted to cultivation and has not yet emerged from seclusion. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

The proper etiquette must be observed in every way.

Emperor Zhengde, however, paid no attention; instead, his smile deepened.

"Master Zhang's attainment of enlightenment is of utmost importance; how can it be disturbed? Although I am not proficient in martial arts, I know that such a momentous matter concerns the interaction between heaven and earth, and must not be lightly disturbed."

"As for Dao Chen Zhenren, he is devoted to the Dao and is pure and inactive, which I admire even more."

He paused, a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes:

"May I ask if, esteemed Master Song, you could show me the way and allow me to pay my respects to Master Dao Chen?"

My real purpose in coming to Wudang today is simply to see that person.

In his mind, even if Zhang Sanfeng had the potential to become a terrestrial immortal, he was ultimately just the pinnacle of martial arts—the ultimate mortal.

And Lin Daochen...

Those are truly extraordinary and saintly, seemingly on the path to immortality.

This Dao Chen Zhenren is very likely a true immortal who has attained enlightenment.

Emperor Zhengde's eyes widened, and a fierce flame ignited in them.

If one could climb the social ladder to become an immortal, wouldn't the Ming Dynasty's prosperity last for ten thousand generations? A thousand-year legacy would be within one's grasp!

Before the words had even finished, a distant and magnificent sound suddenly resounded from the void, as if descending from the heavens:

"Nephew Yuanqiao, bring His Majesty to the Sutra Repository."

Song Yuanqiao paused slightly, then respectfully replied:

"Yes, Senior Uncle."

My heart was in turmoil.

His senior brother's methods were becoming increasingly unpredictable and mysterious.

From the gate of Wudang Mountain to the Sutra Repository, a distance of several miles, Lin Daochen was able to accurately pinpoint the location of the two people and transmit his voice clearly across the distance—such supernatural power was already beyond the ordinary.

Inside the Sutra Repository.

Lin Daochen remained seated cross-legged on the futon, gently stroking the futon in his hand, his aura calm and deep.

Having just practiced the Chaos Transformation Divine Refining Technique, his divine sense had surged, allowing him to perceive every rustle of grass and wind within a radius of several miles. Naturally, he could take in every movement in front of the mountain gate.

At the gate of Wudang Mountain.

Song Yuanqiao looked at Emperor Zhengde, who was still in shock, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, please come with me."

"Oh... okay, okay."

Emperor Zhengde snapped out of his daze and quickly followed.

As they walked, one couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Master Song, that voice just now... was it Dao Chen, the master of your sect?"

Song Yuanqiao nodded:

"It is indeed my senior uncle."

"Amazing! Truly amazing!" Emperor Zhengde murmured in amazement. "Such skills are beyond the reach of mortals; they are truly the work of a deity!"

His heart pounded, and his belief grew stronger—this person must be a true immortal descended to earth!

After passing through numerous halls and climbing long stone steps, the group finally arrived at the Sutra Repository.

"You all stay outside and await further orders."

At Emperor Zhengde's command, the accompanying guards all stopped.

He straightened his robes, took a deep breath, and followed Song Yuanqiao up the steps.

The moment I stepped onto the second floor, I saw a person sitting quietly in the center.

He wore a plain white Taoist robe, his face was serene, and there was a spiritual light flowing between his brows. His aura was ethereal, as if he were riding the wind and not tainted by worldly affairs.

With just one glance, Emperor Zhengde's heart trembled violently, and he almost knelt down and kowtowed.

"Hmm? Why does my senior master seem so different today?"

Song Yuanqiao muttered to himself.

Little did they know that Lin Daochen had always kept a low profile in front of his disciples, appearing unremarkable.

Today, in order to awe the emperor, we deliberately display our majesty and use secret methods to create an aura of otherworldly power, thus establishing a realm of extraordinary sages.

"Master Uncle, the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty has arrived."

Song Yuanqiao stepped forward and bowed to report.

Emperor Zhengde also hurriedly stepped forward, bowing with great respect:

"Zhu Houzhao pays respects to Dao Chen Zhenren."

At this moment, where is even a trace of imperial pride? Only awe remains.

There is a distinction between immortals and mortals; I dare not act rashly.

"Your Majesty, there's no need for such formalities. Please have a seat."

Lin Daochen remained motionless, only slightly raising the corners of his lips and flicking his sleeves, pointing to a prayer mat in front of him.

Song Yuanqiao then withdrew—there were still many attendants to settle and countless tributes to be counted, so it was not advisable to stay any longer.

Only two people remained in the pavilion.