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

In an instant, the chains hummed like waves of blood crashing on the shore, and the emerald light poured down like a torrential downpour. The boy's eyes flashed again—so fast that only a blur remained. Lin Daochen's fingertips curled slightly, his brows furrowed quietly, and his mind raced as he deduced the ins and outs of this bizarre turn of events.

The boy's body trembled slightly, and a wisp of blue light burst forth from his heart, quickly spreading throughout the ruins.

Yang Kai's hair stood on end, and he staggered backward, his pupils shrinking, his face filled with horror. Lin Daochen, however, had already taken the initiative and unleashed the Heaven-Turning Seal. The Exquisite Pagoda had long been put away, and the seal in his palm hummed and trembled, ready for battle.

The three crimson dots on the Spirit-Seeking Compass suddenly blazed brightly, their halos swirling like guiding stars. Behind them, the ancestor pursued with overwhelming force. Lin Daochen grabbed the Heavenly Water Immortal by the waist and leaped towards the blood-red palace gate.

But the moment their feet stepped inside, they found themselves on slippery, cold stone steps—a chilling atmosphere pervaded the surroundings, with severed limbs lying everywhere, piles of rotting corpses, and wailing spirits sobbing in the shadows. This was not an illusion, but a real, tangible scene of the underworld, enough to send shivers down one's spine.

Lin Daochen's heart sank: this place was very likely the Netherworld Rift or the edge of the Ghost Realm. Danger lurked everywhere, every step fraught with peril. He held his breath, his body slightly lowered, protecting the Heavenly Water Immortal, his knuckles taut, ready to strike at any moment.

Suddenly, the Heaven-Turning Seal trembled violently, as if crushed by a mountain of immense weight, almost flying out of his hand. The Ancestor Guang'an appeared out of thin air, a smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were like a viper's hiss. Lin Daochen's heart sank—this old man's methods were indeed insidious and slippery, making them impossible to guard against.

"Lin Daochen, where do you think you're going?" Guang'an Patriarch's voice was like sandpaper scraping bone.

Lin Daochen didn't loosen his grip, his gaze sharp as a blade: "Run? I'm just looking for a way to survive. No matter how evil this place is, it can't suppress the fire in people's hearts."

The Celestial Immortal suddenly broke free from his embrace, raised his head to stare directly at the Ancestor Guang'an, and said in a voice as sharp as tearing silk, "You scoundrel! A dignified Ancestor, how dare you chase and bite the weak like a dog? The filthy things you've done should have rotted in the Yellow Springs long ago!"

Guang An Ancestor's face twitched, his smile freezing on his lips. Tian Shui Immortal's words were like nails, each sentence barbed, specifically targeting his most taboo old grievances, striking relentlessly and leaving no room for compromise.

"You tyrannical old geezer, bullying the younger generation just because you're more powerful? Heaven has eyes, you'll be struck by lightning and reduced to ashes sooner or later!"

Guang An Ancestor sneered, but was so choked up that his brows furrowed and he gritted his teeth inwardly: This female cultivator's mouth is too sharp, harder to deal with than a sword.

Lin Daochen remained silent, knowing that further words would be of no use at this moment. He could only observe the situation and wait for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

He leaned against the stone steps, meeting the mocking gaze of the Ancestor Guang'an, yet two eerie flames burned in his eyes. A cold laugh erupted from his lips: "Ancestor Guang'an, do you really think brute force can crush everything? How laughable."

The patriarch of Guang'an was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Young man, you have guts! Unfortunately, ignorance is more fatal. Below the Heavenly Sensing Realm, you can't even touch the hem of my clothes."

Lin Daochen stood there, unmoved as a mountain, yet his gaze was unfathomable: "Great strength doesn't guarantee victory. That ancestor of Guanghan Palace is far stronger than you—yet she and I still didn't kneel."

Before he finished speaking, the magical artifact in his hand trembled and reformed, but he did not rush to activate it. His brows furrowed slightly, his mind racing as he searched for a way out—how to dismantle the overwhelming power of the Ancestor Guang'an.

The Celestial Immortal of Tianshui stood quietly to one side, her clear eyes reflecting Lin Daochen's profile. There was no hesitation in her gaze, only certainty. She had long known that this man was composed and planned his actions carefully. Since he dared to face the Ancestor of Guang'an directly, he was not recklessly going to his death, but rather had a well-thought-out plan.

Seeing that he remained motionless, the Ancestor Guang'an's heart sank. He slowly exhaled and spoke in a cold voice: "Fool who acts rashly will ultimately perish due to miscalculation. Your life hangs by a thread; kneeling and surrendering may save you a whole corpse."

Lin Daochen remained unmoved, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He suddenly sprang up, like an arrow released from a bow, and grabbed Tianshui Immortal's wrist: "Go!"

Immortal Tianshui reacted swiftly, his toes barely touching the ground as he retreated rapidly. The two moved with the speed of shuttles, narrowly avoiding the black flame palm strike from Ancestor Guang'an. Enraged, Ancestor rolled up his sleeves, unleashing a surge of black energy, attempting to create a cage to trap and kill the two.

Lin Daochen's footwork was unpredictable, seemingly real yet elusive, always slipping past just as the force was about to arrive. He no longer engaged in direct combat, but instead used hit-and-run tactics, taking advantage of the terrain, the light and shadow, and the changes in the airflow to gradually increase the distance between them, subtly turning the tide of the battle.

Guang'an Ancestor's pupils contracted, and his killing intent surged. He grabbed at the sky with his five fingers, and instantly the dark clouds collapsed, and countless strands of black miasma rushed in from all directions, causing the world to lose its color.

"Youngster, where do you think you can escape to?" he sneered, his voice hoarse as if scraping bone with a rusty blade.

Lin Daochen gripped Tianshui Immortal's wrist tightly with his five fingers, his gaze burning, his voice like metal and stone: "Ancestor Guang'an, don't underestimate me—this game of chess has only just begun."

He abruptly stopped and turned around, standing tall against the churning black tide. The magical artifact in his hand suddenly blazed brightly, bursting forth with light, like a rising sun suspended in his palm.

Guang An Ancestor's expression hardened as he sensed that the aura suddenly became as deep and stagnant as an abyss, yet as vast and boundless as the sea. An invisible pressure swept over him, causing his robes to flutter loudly.

"What killer move are you hiding?" His voice tightened slightly.

Lin Daochen smiled slightly: "Ancestor, you seem to have forgotten—this thing in my hand was originally created to draw upon the heavens. No matter how strong you are, you can't be stronger than the entire sky."

Having said that, he raised his weapon to the sky, and a clear, resounding dragon roar tore through the heavens. The sky trembled violently, thunderclouds surged, and boundless primordial energy poured down from the nine heavens, all flowing into the magical artifact.

Guang An Ancestor's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down his spine—the energy was turbulent and boiling, seemingly capable of shattering the universe. His throat tightened, and his gaze was fixed on Lin Daochen.

"What is this thing called?" he blurted out.

Lin Daochen did not answer, but focused his mind and guided his energy. The black mist, as if startled by insects, surged up wildly, layer upon layer, rushing towards him, trying to engulf the light.

He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead swung his weapon horizontally. Wherever the wave of light reached, the black miasma shattered like paper. His aura rose steadily, as if he were resonating with the heavens and earth.

……

The old ancestor Guang'an's fingertips trembled slightly. He had originally thought this young man was nothing more than a scoundrel, but now he felt as if he had stepped into a net that had already been laid out. The light of the sky grew brighter, the sea of ​​clouds churned, and finally condensed into a dazzling golden pillar, splitting the chaos and illuminating the mountains and rivers, as if day had fallen.

Lin Daochen took a deep breath, raised his magic weapon high above his head, and revealed a sharp glint in his eyes: "Ancestor Guang'an—your time has come."

Before the words were finished, the golden pillar shot out with a roar, like a divine sword cleaving through the eternal night, piercing straight into the heart of the ancestor.

Guang'an Ancestor's face turned deathly pale, his blood surging, and a suffocating pressure pressed down hard, almost breaking his knees. He roared, his spiritual power surging out, and he thrust out his palms to meet the golden light head-on.

But the beam of light was unstoppable. Wherever it passed, the black mist wailed and dissipated, and even the void hummed under its unbearable weight. The ancestor gritted his teeth and endured it, his temples bulging with veins, but he felt as if his arms were being lifted by a thousand mountains, sinking inch by inch.

Lin Daochen stood outside the pillar of light, his expression calm, but his eyes held a cold, sharp light. This strike was not a matter of victory or defeat, but a matter of life and death—win, and he would break free and be reborn; lose, and he would be forever condemned to the underworld.

A giant hand covered in golden scales tore through the air, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, and pressed down on Lin Daochen.

His expression remained unchanged, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Ancestor, I am grateful for your palm strike!" he said loudly, his tone tinged with a playful respect. Before he finished speaking, he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string by the golden giant palm, but the corners of his lips were raised high, his smile chilling.

The Heavenly Water Immortal's brow twitched, and he blurted out, "Lin Daochen, can you hold on?"

Lin Daochen knelt on one knee, steadily supporting his body, one hand pressed against his heaving chest, his knuckles turning white, but his face remained calm as iron: "Immortal Tianshui, this is a trivial matter, less serious than being kicked by a wild dog."

Tianshui Xianren's heart tightened. Her gaze swept over his dusty clothes and trembling wrist, her eyes filled with anxiety. Lin Daochen, however, raised his hand and patted her shoulder lightly, the movement crisp and clean, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

Guang'an Ancestor's eyes turned bloodshot, and a low growl rolled from his throat—he had actually been made a fool of by a young man! His figure suddenly tore through the air, turning into a dark afterimage that rushed straight at Lin Daochen, determined to crush this madman into dust.

But as soon as he entered the area where golden light surged and shadows flickered, his steps froze, and his pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints—this scene was exactly the same as the illusion Lin Daochen had been trapped in earlier!

"How...how could this be?" he exclaimed in a low voice, veins bulging on his forehead, finally recognizing that this was a living formation, which had already quietly set up its trap.

Lin Daochen stood a hundred paces away, hands behind his back, laughing: "Ancestor, do you really think you can step on my head with such confidence? Ridiculous!"

Guang'an Ancestor gritted his teeth, his anger surging, and charged at Lin Daochen with all his might, trying to break through this damned confinement.

But the golden cage remained motionless, tightening with each struggle, as if a thousand-pound chain were binding its limbs and bones.

Lin Daochen raised his voice from afar, his tone sharp: "Ancestor, how does it taste? Didn't expect I had some real tricks up my sleeve, did you?"

Guang An Lao Zu's chest heaved violently as he suppressed his anger and tried to find an opening, but suddenly he saw a trembling little flower floating on Lin Dao Chen's sleeve—pure white petals and tender yellow stamens, swaying gently in the wind.

"Xiao Hua..." His throat tightened, his voice hoarse, as if some old story had gripped his heart tightly.

Lin Daochen turned his head to look at the Celestial Immortal, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Celestial Immortal, who exactly is this little flower you mentioned earlier?"

The Celestial Immortal covered his mouth and chuckled: "Hmph, Little Flower is the Ancestor's Achilles' heel—it bit my fingertip back then, and ever since then I've been weak and panicked at the sight of flowers."

Lin Daochen's eyes flashed, and he raised his chin at Ancestor Guang'an: "Ancestor, your infatuation seems to be quite severe. How about you try its teeth?"

The veins on Guang'an Old Ancestor's forehead throbbed as he was trapped in the formation, unable to move. His heart was filled with mixed emotions of shame, anger, and unease, stirred by that little flower.

Seeing his eyes relax, Lin Daochen's smile deepened: "Ancestor, I can remove the formation at any time—but you must agree to one thing."

The Ancestor Guang An sneered, "Speak."

Lin Daochen said loudly, "Let us go, and we will stop here and never pursue us again."

After a moment of silence, the Ancestor Guang'an glanced at Lin Daochen's composed posture and Tianshui Immortal's wary yet resolute gaze before finally nodding: "Alright."

The array of lights vanished abruptly, the golden radiance receding like the tide. Ancestor Guang'an stepped out of the barrier, his robes fluttering, his eyes sharp as knives, wishing he could nail Lin Daochen to the spot.

Lin Daochen dusted off his robes and smiled at the Heavenly Water Immortal: "Let's go. Since the Ancestor has given his approval, we don't need to fight each other anymore."

Tianshui Immortal nodded slightly, and before leaving, he took a deep look at Guang'an Ancestor—in that look, there was probing, respect, and even more so, unwavering trust.