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

Youming turned around abruptly, only to find the mountains and fields empty, with no trace of Lin Daochen. He hurriedly activated his divine sense to scan the surroundings, trying to use the wronged souls as his eyes and ears to search for the enemy's whereabouts—but those Yin spirits that were usually obedient to him were now like clay sculptures, and no matter how he roared and urged them, they did not respond at all.

What people fear most is never a powerful enemy in front of them, but an enemy who is silent and invisible. Unable to find Lin Daochen, he was like a blind man falling into an abyss, growing more and more afraid and more and more confused.

"Hmph! You think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding?" He sneered, biting his index finger hard until blood gushed out—this blood was the most potent catalyst to awaken the vengeful spirit. If it didn't have this effect, why would the person behind the scenes have chosen him?

Sure enough, the moment the blood droplets fell, all the wronged souls looked up and let out a deafening, shrill wail! The entire mountain trembled, birds flew away in fright within ten miles, villagers covered their ears and screamed, and children's cries stopped abruptly.

Amidst the mournful cries, Youming slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

This was his true trump card—vengeful spirits were his power, and slaughter was his nourishment. His hasty confrontation earlier had resulted in him having too few vengeful spirits to summon, which was why Lin Daochen had overwhelmed him. But as long as he wanted, he would always have enough blood and enough people to kill.

The more he kills, the stronger his soul becomes; the stronger his soul becomes, the stronger he grows. Dealing with Lin Daochen? It's only a matter of time.

The previous attack wasn't aimed at Lin Daochen at all; instead, it was aimed directly at the villagers within a few miles—he wanted to massacre the Netherworld Village and use the wronged souls scattered across the land to nourish himself. The more people died, the stronger the resentment became, the more he would devour, and the faster his cultivation would grow.

Once the power reaches its peak, dealing with Lin Daochen will be as easy as crushing an ant.

Having finished his calculations, he immediately urged the spirits within him to scatter and charge, unleashing piercing screams. But what truly ignited the frenzy of these spirits was his own gushing blood—the mysterious figure who had found him had asserted that his blood was the key to unlocking the ferocious nature of these spirits.

That's why the adults chose him.

Even more coincidentally, he had always lived on the edge of a knife—he and the entire village had been trampled in the mud for years, enduring scorn, beatings, and cold stares. This scarred body was exactly what that adult wanted.

"Lin Daochen! You refuse to teach us immortal techniques or pull us out of this sea of ​​suffering, fine as it may—but now you dare to ruin my grand plan? You won't leave this village alive today!"

Before the words were even finished, the hatred that had been building up for decades exploded outwards, the roar tearing through the sky and causing crows and sparrows to fall from the branches.

Lin Daochen's pupils contracted, and he instantly drew his Qingfeng Sword, its blade flashing with a cold light, ready to sever the root of the disaster with a single strike. But the moment the sword left its sheath, his heart sank—it was too late.

The ghosts had spread like a tide, their bodies turning from dark purple to crimson, with two clusters of scarlet fire burning in their eye sockets, so violent they were almost dripping blood.

In the distance, the Netherworld laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. Having been tempered by his blood, these spirits had long since been transformed, and now he controlled them with the ease of breathing.

Lin Daochen frowned – this kid was prepared all along, he's definitely not a fool.

"He has some skill, but unfortunately he's gone astray." His voice was cold and steady. "In the eyes of orthodox cultivators, no matter how well one masters unorthodox methods, they are nothing more than castles in the air."

"You think you can raise your cultivation level by slaughtering all the villagers and devouring the wronged souls?"

"Too bad, you underestimate me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the Great Dao surged out from his dantian, transforming into a vast barrier that instantly covered the entire Netherworld Village, darkening the sky and obscuring the mountain shadows.

At first, the underworld was completely unaware, and continued to frantically drive the spirits to rush towards the neighboring village, ordering them to tear, gnaw, and drag the living into pools of blood.

But the next moment, he froze—all the ghosts crashed into the barrier as if they had hit a scorching iron wall, instantly losing control! The weaker ones collapsed on the spot, leaving not even ashes; the stronger ones fell to the dust like puppets with broken strings.

He had never experienced the fear of being completely cut off from contact before. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and for the first time, he felt the urge to retreat: Lin Daochen probably had a method specifically designed to counter him... he simply couldn't win.

The thought had barely formed when it felt like an ice pick piercing his spine—cold sweat poured down his back. He couldn't back down! That powerful figure was lurking in the shadows, watching! If he showed any weakness, his abilities would be drained on the spot, and he wouldn't even be able to save his life.

That person was always ruthless and never treated living people as human beings.

Youming knew perfectly well: in his eyes, he was nothing more than a dog that could be replaced at any time; if one died, there would be a thousand more waiting to wag their tails by the roadside.

"Damn it! I won't let you ruin all this! I'll avenge this today! And I must finish what I started, sir!"

His rage completely consumed his reason. He drew his dagger and slashed his wrists open—blood gushed out like a crimson fountain, shooting into the air, only to be swept and stirred by an invisible force, instantly condensing into a cloud of blood mist, surging like snow.

The surrounding spirits swarmed forward like hungry wolves, licking up every last drop of the blood spurted from Youming. Just as Lin Daochen was about to raise his hand, the wronged spirits had already drained most of Youming's life essence—Youming's face was ashen, his breath faint, and he was on the verge of death.

Lin Daochen was shocked: The Netherworld was willing to burn its own life force to defend its mission? Just what kind of ruthless force was the organization behind them?

Is that "adult" who always hides in the shadows and guides him only with whispers, a human, a ghost, a god, or a demon?

But there was no time for him to think it through. The arrow had already left the bowstring, and there was no turning back. The most urgent task was to quickly slay Youming and cut off his backup plan.

Just as the blood of the Netherworld was exhausted, a strange change occurred—those originally ethereal and intangible wronged souls actually solidified into real forms! Crimson wedding gowns fluttered, blue faces and bared fangs, hundreds and thousands of fierce ghosts appeared at once, and a cold wind carrying a stench swept over them.

Lin Daochen subconsciously probed the aura, and his fingertips trembled: they were all at the Ghost God Realm!

"Hiss... Absurd!" He gasped. "The blood of a mere cultivator can actually elevate a vengeful ghost to the level of a deity?!"

Having cultivated for decades, he had never witnessed such a bizarre event. But then he thought, the wonders of the world are inherently unpredictable—what ironclad rules are there that dictate everything?

He shook his head with a wry smile. Things had come to this point; he had no choice but to tough it out. These vengeful spirits, though not likely to take his life, were certainly not to be trifled with.

Seeing the myriad ghosts roaring and charging towards him, Lin Daochen uttered a golden light incantation with a thunderous roar. Although he was not a disciple of the orthodox Taoist sect, he had long since mastered these basic incantations.

A flash of golden light appeared, and the vengeful ghost indeed staggered and retreated—but in the blink of an eye, it roared and crashed back!

He immediately swung his sleeve and unleashed a sharp sword aura, which pierced straight through the ghost's body as if cutting through a phantom, without any hindrance.

Lin Daochen's gaze darkened: As expected, ordinary weapons and spells were useless against this kind of Yin Sha body. Only immortal techniques and true power could tear open their ghostly shell.

Fortunately, after years of arduous cultivation, his dantian was filled with a vast and boundless immortal energy. He laughed loudly, and primordial energy surged from his entire body, transforming into wisps of chaotic light—this was the power of the Great Dao, far surpassing immortal energy and even exceeding divine power.

Using such power to suppress a group of fierce ghosts at the Ghost God Realm is indeed like using a dragon-slaying knife to kill a chicken.

But he had no time to waste. A swift and decisive battle was necessary to prevent them from breaking through the boundaries and harming ordinary people.

He had to maintain the barrier to trap the ghosts while also clearing them out. With his deep foundation, he was so busy that even he broke out in a cold sweat.

It wasn't that he lacked the strength, but rather that Youming had used some forbidden technique to forcibly push these vengeful ghosts to the early stage of the Golden Core realm—though inferior to him, they were not far off.

With the game so close, he couldn't muster all his strength. His mind raced, and Lin Daochen simply dismissed all distractions: Now that he was in the game, why hesitate?

At this moment, the barrier he had erected with the power of the Great Dao was as solid as an impregnable fortress, locking all the ghosts within. Lin Daochen knew perfectly well that within the barrier lay the world in his hands, and life and death were decided by him.

The first thing he did was to tighten the barrier. The space suddenly contracted, and the ghosts, who had been roaming freely in mid-air, were caught off guard and were swept by an invisible force, crashing into the inner wall. They immediately flew into a rage and frantically tried to tear at the barrier—but how could they possibly shake the barrier formed by the power of the Great Dao?

In the blink of an eye, Lin Daochen had activated the power of the Great Dao, condensing an indestructible barrier around himself, sealing those fierce ghosts within it.

……

In normal circumstances, he could crush these evil spirits into dust with the power of the Great Dao with just a thought—but right now, he himself is trapped inside the barrier.

These vengeful ghosts are quite powerful. If he forcibly tears open a gap, the barrier will immediately loosen: at best, it will be smashed by them together, and at worst, it will take advantage of the gap to escape to the human world.

After escaping, Lin Daochen would still have some room to maneuver; but the people in the city would be powerless to resist and would instantly become victims under their claws. He knew this better than anyone else.

……

Therefore, he would rather exhaust his true energy and fight until he was completely drained than let them go.

Meanwhile, Youming's face was already ashen, his life essence drained by the vengeful ghosts, clinging to life by a mere breath, unlikely to last more than an hour. But even that one or two hours would be enough for them to unleash a bloodbath.

Youming threw his head back and laughed wildly, his voice hoarse but extremely smug—he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the fleeting anxiety in Lin Daochen's eyes. Even if it was just an illusion, he was still ecstatic.

"You usually act arrogantly and domineeringly, indulging in the most extravagant pleasures of the world, but today I actually see fear on your face! Aren't you an immortal?"

"Weren't you supposed to be high above, looking down on all living beings? How come you're helpless now?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was already laughing so hard his whole body was convulsing, his mouth twisted, and his eyes were filled with madness. Lin Daochen stared at that distorted face, wishing he could kick his jaw to pieces, but he was trapped by layers of vengeful ghosts and couldn't move.

What a ferocious and malevolent ghost! It possesses such terrifying power to transform! If this stalemate continues, it may be difficult to even escape.

Lin Daochen frowned, alarm bells ringing in his mind—if he delayed any longer, the situation would spiral completely out of control. If they succeeded, even he would pay a heavy price.

He quickly scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for an opportunity to gain leverage, only to see Youming's body suddenly disintegrate, turning into a surging mass of black mist.

The mist swelled and spread like a living thing, swirling and rising, chilling to the bone. Lin Daochen held his breath, not daring to move an inch, his eyes fixed on the strange movement.