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

The sedan curtain was lifted, and a man stepped out—his silver hair cascaded down his back, his long beard reached past his shoulders, his figure was imposing, and his aura was overwhelming.

It was none other than the Starry Sky Old Monster, Ding Chunqiu.

His gaze swept over Su Xinghe, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Senior brother, what exactly is this opportunity to unlock the secrets of the Precious Scroll? Why don't you tell me about it?"

Su Xinghe stared at him, a cold glint flashing in her eyes, but remained silent with a cold expression.

Ding Chunqiu's eyes flashed sharply, and he coldly snorted:

"Stop pretending! You've broken your vow from years ago, and there's no turning back. I'm here only to send you on your way!"

"If you tell me honestly whether that old man left you anything before he died, I might be able to spare you some suffering."

"Shut up!" Su Xinghe roared, "You are not allowed to be so disrespectful to your master!"

"Ha!" Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly, his face full of contempt. "Old man? I'll call him an old man, what can you do about it? He wasn't even my match back then, so what trouble can you, this good-for-nothing senior brother, cause?"

"Shameless!" Su Xinghe's eyes were bloodshot. "If you hadn't betrayed us and taken advantage of Master's momentary lapse in attention to launch a sneak attack, would you be allowed to act so arrogantly today?"

"Today, I will cleanse the house on behalf of my master!"

With a furious shout, he burst forth, charging straight at Ding Chunqiu!

The treasure has been broken, his mission is complete, and he no longer needs to endure humiliation and live on—this battle will be fought to the death!

"court death!"

Ding Chunqiu's eyes flashed with killing intent, and his palms flew as he charged forward.

The two instantly engaged in a fierce battle, with strong winds sweeping through and leaves flying everywhere.

……

Inside the wooden house.

Mo Shenggu met Wuyazi, who was slumped in a wheelchair.

After a conversation, he understood what the so-called "opportunity" was.

After a moment's thought, he cupped his hands and said:

"I am grateful for your kindness, senior. However, I am a disciple of Wudang and have been loyal to my sect all my life. I cannot accept joining another sect."

Wu Yazi's gaze narrowed slightly: "Do you know that if you were to obtain all my life's work, you would surely become a grandmaster within three years? Are you willing to give up such an opportunity?"

Mo Shenggu smiled, his brows radiating confidence.

"Even without the inheritance of my predecessors, I will eventually reach the realm of Grandmaster."

He was confident—his senior brother Lin Daochen's creation of the "Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong" had already paved the way for his success.

Of course, with Wu Yazi's decades of accumulated skill, the path to the summit would be even faster.

Remembering what his senior uncle had said in his letter, he changed the subject and spoke in a low voice:

"However, senior, if you are willing to pass on your skills to me, I can take action today and kill Ding Chunqiu for you—he has already arrived outside the door."

Wu Yazi's pupils contracted, and a flame of hope suddenly ignited in his eyes, but it dimmed again in an instant.

"You are only at the second rank of martial arts. Even if I were to pass on my skills to you immediately, you would still be no match for that wicked disciple."

He sighed, his tone complex: "Although this person is wicked, he does possess astonishing talent in martial arts. According to Xinghe, he has already stepped into the realm of a half-step Grandmaster, and is only one step away from truly reaching the pinnacle."

If I could witness this traitor being executed with my own eyes, I could die in peace.

"Senior, although I am no match for Ding Chunqiu, I have a secret treasure bestowed upon me by my senior master—to kill a Grandmaster in one strike, as easily as slaughtering a chicken or a dog."

Mo Shenggu's tone was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable sharpness.

"Such a divine artifact exists in this world? It can kill a Grandmaster in a single move?"

Wu Yazi's pupils contracted, and his heart trembled violently.

If that's the case, revenge will no longer be a dream!

But this young man is unwilling to join my Xiaoyao Sect...

Seeing Wuyazi hesitate, Mo Shenggu sighed inwardly: his master's prediction was indeed accurate; he had already foreseen even such a reaction from his senior.

He paused for a moment, then, following the instructions in his senior apprentice's letter, slowly began to speak:

"My senior master asked me to pass on a message to you: 'Just follow your heart, don't be bound by external things; where your heart leads, there lies true freedom.'"

Wu Yazi was taken aback, then burst into laughter, his laughter echoing through the valleys like thunder.

"Wonderful! What a perfect phrase: 'Unfettered by external things, following the heart's desire'!"

"Your senior master is truly a wise and insightful person! It's a pity my life is about to end, otherwise I would definitely go to Wudang Mountain and discuss the Dao with him for three days!"

The laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes sharpened, and he said in a low voice:

"Very well, today... I will truly enjoy myself for once."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed it against Mo Shenggu's vest.

The transmission of skills begins.

In an instant, a vast amount of internal energy surged into Mo Shenggu's body like a river flowing backward, rushing along the eight extraordinary meridians and converging into his dantian.

Mo Shenggu's aura rose steadily, breaking through from the second rank of martial arts to the first rank. His momentum continued unabated, approaching the threshold of the grandmaster!

Just as they were about to break through that line—

Deep within his dantian, a dark Tai Chi diagram suddenly appeared, slowly rotating with flowing black lines, completely sealing off the surging internal energy!

His aura stabilized abruptly, stopping at the peak of the first rank, and he made no further progress.

"Why not break through to the next level?"

Wu Yazi's voice was weak, almost as faint as a whisper.

"My master has given orders," Mo Shenggu said in a deep voice, "If one suddenly gains great power but lacks the support of a Dao heart, it is nothing but a castle in the air. Even if one enters the Grandmaster realm, it is a false realm. Only when I find my own Dao can I truly reach the top."

Wu Yazi closed his eyes, and after a moment sighed softly:

"Your senior master... is truly a master."

"It is your good fortune to have such an elder."

He paused, then asked, "The internal energy you just circulated was extremely profound. Was it created by Master Zhang?"

"No, it was made by my senior master."

Mo Shenggu answered decisively.

Wu Yazi was moved once again, and murmured:

"A prodigy! A genius beyond compare! To not be able to meet him in person, to discuss martial arts and philosophy with him, is truly a lifelong regret..."

His voice grew weaker, and his breathing became like a candle flickering in the wind.

Mo Shenggu immediately channeled a stream of true energy into him to stabilize his life force.

"Senior, I will take you out now—to witness Ding Chunqiu's execution with your own eyes."

"good……"

A glimmer of light suddenly ignited in Wu Yazi's eyes, as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death, and his spirits were instantly lifted.

As long as I can see that traitor die before my eyes, what is there to fear in death?

Mo Shenggu carried Wuyazi on his back and had just stepped out of the wooden house—

boom!

A person crashed heavily in front of him, raising a cloud of dust.

It was Su Xinghe who was blasted away by Ding Chunqiu.

"Old man...you're still alive?!"

Ding Chunqiu's gaze swept over the white-haired old man on Mo Shenggu's shoulder, and his expression changed drastically.

"Hmph!" Wu Yazi stared coldly at him, his eyes filled with boundless hatred. "While you, a traitor, are still alive, how could I possibly be the first to leave this world!"

The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the room was stunned.

No one expected that the withered and frail old man was actually the once-renowned leader of the Xiaoyao Sect—Wu Yazi!

"Sect Leader Su, I'm entrusting the reins of the senior to you."

Mo Shenggu's voice was cold and stern, his murderous intent already evident.

He knew that Wuyazi wouldn't last much longer, clinging to life only by his unwavering will. At this moment, the only option was to finish the battle quickly.

After handing the person over to Su Xinghe, he turned around, his gaze fixed on Ding Chunqiu, chilling him to the bone.

He was hot-tempered and hated evil as if it were his enemy. As for Ding Chunqiu, a traitor who betrayed his master and killed his lord, the only thing he could do was to kill him!

Ding Chunqiu.

He slowly took a step forward, his voice sharp as a double-edged sword:

"I promised you, senior, that I would take your life today. Now, it's your turn."

No need for a sneak attack, no need for scheming.

He was a disciple of Wudang, upright and honest, and never held back when he used his skills.

Moreover—

Even a grandmaster like Iron-Blooded Marquis couldn't withstand this divine talisman. You, Ding Chunqiu, are just a peak grandmaster. How many breaths can you last?

Ding Chunqiu was ruthless and arrogant, and upon hearing this, he was immediately enraged.

"You arrogant little Taoist priest! Even if your master Zhang Sanfeng himself came, he wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous!"

He sneered, standing with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind: "Come on, I'm standing right here—I'll see what you're capable of doing to kill me!"

Although he suspected that Mo Shenggu might have inherited Wu Yazi's legacy, he didn't care at all. How much progress could he have made in such a short time? He was just a junior.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shenggu said no more. He raised his hand and took out a talisman from his pocket—the Nine Heavens Thunder Killing Talisman. With a pinch of his fingertips, the talisman shattered!

boom--!

Snap!

The sky exploded, and lightning tore through the air!

A bolt of purple lightning, as thick as a giant pillar, crashed down from the heavens at such a speed that there was no time to even think about dodging it.

In the blink of an eye, a bolt of lightning pierced straight into Ding Chunqiu's spirit!

In an instant, his flesh turned charred black, his body reduced to bones. A gentle breeze swept by, and his entire body disintegrated with a crash, turning into charcoal dust that drifted away in the wind, leaving not a trace of ash behind.

The entire room fell silent; everyone's expression changed.

Even though Old Monster Ding was despicable and shameless, he was still a true master at the peak of his field! Just like that... he was killed in one move?

Countless gazes fell upon Mo Shenggu, filled with shock and apprehension.

"What...what kind of method is this? It's utterly unpredictable!"

The Tibetan National Preceptor, Kumārajīva, had a piercing gaze, his pupils slightly constricted.

This man was a martial arts fanatic, obsessed with the world's most powerful techniques. The attack before him was unlike anything he had ever seen before, strange and domineering beyond compare, instantly igniting a burning desire within him.

"Hahaha! That's great! Absolutely great!"

Wu Yazi laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face. The resentment that had been building up for decades was finally avenged, and all the knots in his heart were untied. Before his laughter had even subsided, his breath had ceased, and he passed away peacefully with a smile on his face.

Mo Shenggu looked around and said loudly, "The legacy of Senior Wuyazi is now entirely in my hands. If anyone is dissatisfied, feel free to come and find me."

Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes fell silent.

The lightning punishment from just now was still etched in everyone's minds—a peak grandmaster was reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, who would dare to make a rash move?

Moreover, this person was backed by the Wudang Sect, Zhang Sanfeng's seventh disciple, with a powerful background and profound strength.

The martial arts practitioners looked at each other in bewilderment and then retreated.

Before leaving, Mo Shenggu turned to Su Xinghe and said, "Sect Leader Su, if you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, send someone to Wudang to report to me, and I will definitely lend a helping hand."

Su Xinghe understood immediately, knowing that he was remembering Wu Yazi's kindness in passing on his skills. He cupped his hands and replied, "Seventh Hero Mo is unparalleled in benevolence and righteousness. Now that the traitor Ding has been executed, avenging our late master, the Xiaoyao Sect has repaid what it owed you."

"The personal favor may be gone, but the friendship remains." Mo Shenggu smiled. "Sect Leader Su, don't you think so?"

A warm feeling flashed in Su Xinghe's eyes, and he solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "What Seven Hero Mo said is absolutely right."

Subsequently, Su Xinghe led the group to bury Wuyazi.

Mo Shenggu burned incense, kowtowed, and took his leave.

From then on, the story of the Zhenlong Chess Game quickly spread throughout the martial arts world.

Mo Shenggu's name is widely known.

With a single move, he slew a grandmaster, seized the inheritance, and gained divine favor—countless martial artists were amazed and filled with envy.

however.

Behind the glamour, Mo Shenggu's life is getting harder and harder.

From the day the game ended, he was entangled with Kumārajīva.

"Master, you've chased me for eight hundred li, but your speed is inferior to mine, and your lightness skill can't keep up either. Why are you so persistent in pursuing me?"

On the official road, Mo Shenggu turned around with a helpless expression and shouted, "How many times have I told you? I killed Ding Chunqiu with a divine talisman bestowed by my sect, not with martial arts! Why won't you believe me?"

But the old monk was unyielding, and no matter how much he pleaded, he wouldn't budge.

If he hadn't had enough lightning talismans in his pocket, he would have been captured and skinned alive by this mad dog-like grandmaster long ago.

After all, Kumārajīva was a true top-tier grandmaster.

When questioned, Kumārajīva only smiled defiantly and remained silent.

These days, he keeps following closely, and the more he sees, the more itchy he becomes.

Mo Shenggu's footwork, body movements, and rhythm of attacks... were all unprecedented and exquisite techniques.

He already had a guess in his mind—could it be that this kid has mastered the secret of the "Longevity Manual"? Rumor has it that the legendary martial arts treasure is in Wudang Mountain.

The person in front of me is clearly a living treasure.

Once the thought was made up, Kumārajīva stomped the ground and sprang up, his palm strike as sharp as a knife, aiming straight for Mo Shenggu's back!