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

He boasted that he would kill all the cultivators under Lin Daochen's command, and might even continue to devour innocent souls—at that time, rivers of blood would flow, corpses would litter the fields, and at least seven or eight hundred, or even more than a thousand, would die at his hands.

He is a festering sore in the cultivation world, a demonic cultivator despised by all.

They don't cultivate immortality; instead, they practice evil arts, using unpredictable and terrifying methods that make even ordinary cultivators turn pale at the mere mention of their names. Now, having absorbed so much soul power, his cultivation has already skyrocketed to a chilling level.

Lin Daochen knew in his heart that this person was no ordinary person. If he didn't have some real skills, how could he dare to break into the formation alone and attract dozens of cultivators to surround and kill him?

Dark clouds surged overhead, lightning bolts danced wildly, instantly shattering the mountain array Lin Daochen had set up into fragments and sending rocks flying. His gaze was deep and fixed on the white-robed old man opposite him, while secretly sensing the auras of Shen Gongbao and Senior Jiang Ziya in the distance—they should be arriving soon. As long as they appeared, the situation could be reversed.

But at this moment, a heavy, oppressive feeling pressed down on him, as if a pair of eyes were hiding in the shadows, coldly looking down.

Is it the Celestial Immortal of Tianshui who has arrived?

A powerful being at the Integration Realm shouldn't interfere in a battle of this level. But that person's thoughts are always unpredictable, and the old grudge between Lin Daochen and him shouldn't have escalated to this point...

The white-robed old man was too lazy to waste any more words. His purpose for this trip was clear—to stall Lin Daochen and force him to hand over the secrets of the "Light of the Great Dao".

This power is beyond anyone's comprehension and control.

Why was Lin Daochen the only one who could reach this level? It must be because he possessed some unique method that others did not know, but only he knew.

"Boys, hack them to death! Anyone who dares to resist, kill them on the spot, cripple their dantian, and sever their Dao foundation—how about that?"

Upon hearing this, the cultivators' eyes lit up and their hearts pounded. A golden opportunity! They immediately swarmed forward, assuming that Lin Daochen was only slightly stronger than themselves, and that with their superior numbers, taking him down would be a piece of cake.

Lin Daochen slowly shook his head: "Since you've chosen this path, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Before he finished speaking, an arrow pierced the air, a cold glint flashing as three cultivators screamed and fell to the ground, their arm bones broken at the root. The crowd was suddenly filled with fear and turned to retreat, but Lin Daochen had already plunged into the crowd like an arrow released from a bow.

In his eyes, these people were no longer opponents, but deadly blades—once they raised their blades, there was no need to speak; he would simply strike and kill them.

They fought relentlessly, trying to entangle him and prevent him from escaping. Right now, he had no time to keep an eye on the white-robed Ninth Elder, but a vague unease lingered in his heart—what exactly was that man plotting?

If he were to succeed, while he wouldn't die on the spot, he would certainly suffer severe injuries. Lin Daochen was absolutely unwilling to pay such a price.

"What a dirty trick! Too bad you think you can use this to escape? You underestimate me." He sneered. "My power is now far beyond what you can fathom."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless golden patterns suddenly appeared around his body, as dense as a spider web, instantly covering the entire void.

The ninth elder in white robes had his pupils shrink sharply, a look of horror flashing across his face, before he roared fiercely, "Retreat! Retreat now—!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was gripped by an invisible giant hand, his feet rooted to the spot, unable to even lift the hem of his clothes. When he could finally move again, he found himself in a strange space.

The place was perfectly round like an egg, its walls gleaming with a deep, dark golden light, like a living cage. He struggled left and right, but could never break through that invisible barrier. The more he struggled, the more he felt like he was sinking into a quagmire, and a feeling of suffocation crept up his spine inch by inch.

He suddenly accelerated and sped eastward, but after taking only three steps, a tremendous force slammed into him, throwing him violently to the ground. He tried again to the south, only to be met with another heavy blow; turning west, he was bounced back to square one—each attempt to break through felt like hitting an impenetrable wall, as if even the air itself was repelling him.

This was no ordinary restriction! His throat tightened, and his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked. The surroundings were eerily quiet, swallowing even his own breath, as if the entire world consisted only of this golden spherical cage, airtight and with no gaps to squeeze through.

How could this be?! His pupils shrank drastically. He was already at the peak of the Integration Stage, just one step away from the Great Ascension Stage, while Lin Daochen was only at the late Nascent Soul Stage. How could he possibly trap him?

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, and his fingertips trembled. But the scene before him was undeniable—golden light shimmered, and the fortifications stood firm. Everything was already set in stone, leaving him no room for doubt, resistance, or even the slightest bit of wishful thinking.

About three breaths later.

A gentle yet vast aura quietly spread out, familiar yet imposing, like the gentle vibration of an ancient bell, reaching deep into the soul...

He felt a chill run down his spine and instantly realized that it was Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya who had arrived.

"I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you two seniors properly!" He suppressed his shock and bowed, saying loudly, "We juniors were just exchanging pleasantries and joking around here, and had no intention of offending you. It was a complete surprise to see you two here. Please forgive us."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Jiang Ziya's hearty laughter rang out from outside: "Little fellow, you have a sweet tongue. Logically speaking, I shouldn't make things difficult for you juniors... but just now I clearly sensed that you didn't have the slightest bit of goodwill towards Lin Daochen."

"Since you've decided to kill us, don't blame me for being ruthless—how about playing a little game with us?"

"If we win, we'll stand by and watch; if we lose... I'll take control of this city."

Everyone's faces instantly turned ashen. These two were truly powerful beings, capable of overturning mountains and filling seas with a mere wave of their hands. They barely had the right to look up to them, let alone dare to talk about confronting them.

"Please give your orders, senior." The white-robed elder lowered his head and whispered, his voice hoarse. "We will obey your orders without question; we have no other choice."

Outside, Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya exchanged a smile: "You're quite sensible. But... you're trapped inside now, unable to even find the door. How can you compare to us? Think of a way to get out first."

"you--"

The old man felt a tightness in his chest, almost choking on blood. It was blatant favoritism! But the other party was Lin Daochen's master; he was an outsider, with no room to even interject.

With overwhelming power, Lin Daochen had already secured victory. The old man's knuckles turned white, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly—he wasn't afraid of suffering losses, but rather of enduring hardship and still gaining nothing.

Lin Daochen didn't even glance at him again. With two powerful figures backing him up, this old man was nothing but a paper tiger. Besides, he was already far superior to his opponent. Now that the pretense was over, he actually felt relieved—he had never intended to back down from the start in this contest.

Lin Daochen glanced around at the cultivators. Anyone whose gaze brushed against him immediately shrank back and retreated, as if a single glance would bring certain death. Seeing this, Lin Daochen felt a sense of relief, and the tension in his shoulders eased slightly.

Since no one dared to stop him, he simply leaped into the air, his robes fluttering like an eagle soaring through the sky, and in the blink of an eye, he landed within three steps of the white-robed old man.

His eyes were like blades, piercing straight to the other's brow, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Senior, you are older than me, but your cultivation has long been far surpassed by mine—you can see this clearly yourself. Since you are inferior in skill, don't put on airs and point fingers. Be sensible and admit defeat; that way you can save some dignity."

Before he could finish speaking, the white-robed old man was already so angry that his beard and hair trembled. He suddenly turned his head and stared at Lin Daochen, his eyes burning with two clusters of bluish-white fury.

"Hmph! The kid's got a tough exterior but a soft heart—does he really think that just because Shen Gongbao and the others are backing you up, you can trample on the rules and do whatever you want?"

"Deal with me? You're far from it. In terms of brains, I can crush you; in terms of foundation, I can overpower you; your slightly superior cultivation level is nothing more than a dazzling but useless piece in a real game of chess."

Seeing that he still stubbornly refused to back down, Lin Daochen merely scoffed. Submit or not? What did it matter to him? At that moment, only one thing occupied his mind: a swift resolution, drawing a clear line between them.

He didn't want to stand too close to such a stubborn old man who couldn't see things clearly, lest others mistakenly think that the leadership group was also confused.

"Stop with the small talk. The game the masters set must be played according to the rules. If you try to cheat, I'll see right through you; even if I don't lift a finger, the masters won't stand idly by."

The white-robed old man's face was ashen, his teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding. He wanted to lash out, but he was wary of the powerful figures behind Lin Daochen; he wanted to fight back, but this was the territory of the leadership group—he was just a lone cultivator, and even his words carried little weight.

Finally, he stomped his foot angrily, his Adam's apple bobbing, and bowed his head, saying, "Fine! You win today. But Lin Daochen, remember this—fortune's wheel turns, and if you run into my blade again, you'll be crying!"

Having said that, he abruptly turned to the side, clasped his hands in a fist salute towards the direction of the new bulletin, and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior, it's your turn to give the orders. Just tell me how the game is going to be played. I still have a quarter of an hour; after that, I'll have to excuse myself."

Shen Gongbao shook his head slightly. He and Jiang Ziya had rushed over to help Lin Daochen after hearing that he had been wronged, but they never expected to run into this person.

This white-robed old man was originally a disciple of the Heavenly Water Immortal who had completed his apprenticeship in his early years. He had been away from the mountain for hundreds of years, but now he had returned—most likely summoned back by the Heavenly Water Immortal himself.

Shen Gongbao's gaze swept over the crowd, his tone calm yet each word firm: "Many are present today, it seems you all care deeply for my little apprentice. But to judge my apprentice's worth with your limited skills... you haven't even touched the threshold. To be honest—you are not qualified."

Upon hearing this, the white-robed elder's temples bulged with veins: "Senior Shen Gongbao! It's been many years, but your ability to renege on debts hasn't diminished at all! We don't trust you—your words just now were clearly paving the way for Lin Daochen!"

Shen Gongbao's brows furrowed suddenly, and he took a step forward. In an instant, a burst of cold air exploded, the world darkened, and the entire space seemed to be dragged into an abyss of ice, where even breath condensed into frost.

Lin Daochen felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his inner shirt.

Jiang Ziya reacted swiftly, grabbing Shen Gongbao's wrist: "Junior brother, pull back a bit. Too much force; injuring a junior would be undesirable. By the way—I remember my junior apprentice also took on a disciple named Yang Kai?"

"His whereabouts are currently unknown. Why not send my apprentice to find him and bring him along so they can take the exam together? Wouldn't that be more sensible?"

"Oh? You can arrange it like this?" Shen Gongbao feigned surprise, glancing sideways at Jiang Ziya before turning his gaze to the white-robed old man in the distance—his lips curled slightly, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Well? You heard it yourself. I'm afraid this place isn't my place to make decisions. So—should we invite that little apprentice named Yang Kai over now?"

"Of course, since we've invited people, you're free to call as many as you like. The number is entirely up to you."

Shen Gongbao spoke calmly, as gentle as a breeze rustling willow branches, showing no sign of worry or fear. He knew perfectly well that this group was nothing but a disorganized mob; what real talent could they possibly have? They were nothing but blustering, incompetent fools.

The white-robed old man's face was ashen, anger surging in his eyes, but he forcefully suppressed it. He had no other choice but to nod and concede—what else could he do?