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

The wind howled softly before the Blood Gate. Ancestor Fuyun and Ancestor Mei watched Lin Daochen's retreating figure, a strange, unspoken unease rising in their hearts. The Lightning Leopard lay beside him, its fur crackling with lightning, like a bolt of lightning ready to cleave the stalemate at any moment.

Lin Daochen stood by the Blood Gate, facing the scrutiny of the two Heavenly Sensing experts, his expression calm. He knew that every step he took was fraught with danger; and that leopard was not just a trophy, but a silent declaration.

Ancestor Fuyun frowned, his voice extremely low: Lin Daochen? That leopard... you stole it?

Lin Daochen smiled faintly, unhurriedly: "Indeed, it is mine. It was once a demon beast under Guang'an's command, and now it belongs to me."

A fierce glint flashed in Ancestor Fuyun's eyes—who dared to snatch food right under his nose? Ancestor Mei, on the other hand, lowered his eyes and observed quietly, his gaze deep and unfathomable, a half-smile on his face.

Now that Guang'an is dead, his storage bag should rightfully be at our disposal. Hand it over. The voice of Ancestor Fuyun was deep and firm, brooking no argument.

Lin Daochen shook his head, his movements light yet resolute: "I'm sorry. It's already mine, and I won't sell it."

Ancestor Fuyun's temple throbbed with a vein, and he roared: How dare you! You dare to disobey my orders?

Lin Daochen's smile remained unchanged, but his spine was ramrod straight. He stood before the Blood Gate, unmoved by the overwhelming pressure that surged towards him.

Ancestor Fuyun, I have not come today to divide the spoils. I simply wish to ask—this sea of ​​blood, will you defend it or abandon it?

Before he could finish speaking, Ancestor Fuyun snorted coldly, his imposing aura surging once more, aimed directly at Lin Daochen's face: Mind your own business! Retreat immediately, or don't blame me for being ruthless!

Lin Daochen didn't move an inch, but the light in his eyes grew brighter, like two clusters of fire burning through the mist.

Old Master Mei had been observing silently until now, when he suddenly spoke, his voice like a stone thrown into an ancient well: Lin Daochen, you are right.

The matter of the Blood Sea has never been something that just the three of us can decide.

Lin Daochen slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight into Elder Mei's face. Elder Mei's lips curled slightly, his voice deep and slow yet laced with coldness: "You should understand that you alone can hardly shake the two of us at the Heavenly Sensing Realm."

Ancestor Fuyun chuckled, his brows furrowed with impatience—he was thoroughly fed up with wasting words with a mortal cultivator. With a flick of his sleeve, he leaped up like a hawk swooping down on its prey, aiming straight for Lin Daochen's throat.

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Lin Daochen's pupils contracted, his back straightened ramrod, his knuckles turned white, yet he didn't retreat a single step. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice, though not loud, was as firm as nails: "Then let's try it."

The oppressive aura of the two Heavenly Sensing experts poured down like a mountain. A vein throbbed slightly on his forehead, but his expression remained as steady as a still well. Only his eyes shone brightly, as if flames were surging beneath the ashes. In a flash, Yang Kai suddenly leaped up, his ghost banner fluttering wildly, black energy surging like waves of ink, shrieking as it descended upon Lin Daochen! But Elders Mei and Fuyun remained unmoved, merely observing coldly, as if this battle was nothing more than ants drawn to a flame. They only wanted to see how long this kid could survive in such a desperate situation.

Lin Daocheng arched his back, his toes barely touching the ground, and he shot out like an arrow. The ghost banner whistled past his ear, tearing a line of blood. Yang Kai's face was ashen, his eyes blazing with hatred, his teeth grinding together: "Lin Daocheng! You slaughtered the Ancestor Guang'an, today I will make sure your soul is scattered to the winds!"

Lin Daochen's lips twitched slightly, the smile almost imperceptible, without even lifting his eyelids. He turned to the two patriarchs, his tone as calm as if he were questioning the weather: "I am about to activate a forbidden technique; I hope you two will not interfere."

Old Ancestor Mei and Old Ancestor Fuyun remained expressionless, but their fingertips had already subtly tightened their cuffs—the jade slip, though not yet revealed, had already made their hearts sink slightly. Lin Daochen inhaled deeply, grabbed Old Ancestor Guang'an's corpse, dragged it to the depths of the blood pool, and deftly slit his wrist, letting the crimson blood gushed into the mud.

"A loyal dog protecting its master, he's quite a tough guy." Lin Daochen's voice was low and hoarse, revealing no praise or criticism, only a hint of cold sarcasm.

Yang Kai snorted heavily through his nose, his chest heaving like a bellows. The former power of the Old Ancestor Fuyun churned endlessly in his mind, and hatred almost burned through his reason. He only wanted to crush Lin Daochen into dust.

Lin Daochen's eyes suddenly sharpened. He reached into his storage bag and took out a warm, smooth jade slip—an old item he had seized from the Heavenly Ghost's lair, which he had once thought was nothing more than a worthless diagram. But now, it was slightly warm in his palm, as if a spirit resonated deep within his bloodline.

The jade slip shimmered with a vibrant light, as if it were alive. With a flick of his finger, he tore open the skin, drawing blood; then he poured down the remaining essence of the Guang'an Ancestor. The instant the blood soaked into the jade, the entire jade slip exploded with light, a blazing waterfall of brilliance, and an ancient, boundless aura surged into the sky!

Old Ancestor Mei's brows twitched violently, and Old Ancestor Fuyun's fingers in his sleeve suddenly tightened—this aura was unlike any other in this world, but rather seemed to be a living thing that had crawled out from a rift in time!

Lin Daochen's fingers flew across the paper, blood threads drawing out runes that rose from the jade slip, winding and mysterious. The air hummed and trembled, as if the entire sea of ​​blood held its breath for him. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, and eerie light seeped from the cracks, faintly outlining a broken blood array.

Yang Kai's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously took a half-inch back. He stared at the pulsating runes, his heart tightening: This was no ordinary human skill! It was clearly... a long-lost ancient ritual!

Lin Daochen's eyes suddenly lit up, his blood and qi surged, and he roared to the sky, the sound waves crashing against the blood waves! In an instant, his figure seemed to rise a thousand feet, the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet churned as if in submission, and the dark clouds above his head tore apart, revealing a sliver of pale white light—he was no longer an intruder, but the key holder recognized by the blood source of this world!

Old Ancestor Mei and Old Ancestor Fuyun were finally moved. They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt. They had thought he was just a lucky newcomer, but who knew that such a fierce aura lurked within him!

"Young man, state your lineage!" Ancestor Fuyun's voice was taut, showing no trace of disrespect.

Lin Daochen ignored him, and the jade slip in his hand suddenly shone brightly, so bright that it was blinding. Yang Kai froze on the spot, his limbs cold, as if an invisible giant mouth was choking him, and even his heartbeat skipped a beat.

He stood tall, his aura exploding like thunder through the heavens, his robes fluttering, like a god descending upon the mortal realm amidst blood. The blood array formed from the jade slip expanded with a roar, a pillar of light shooting skyward, and the blood gate slowly opened amidst the tremors—deep within the blood pool, the white jade skull suddenly paused, its empty eye sockets fixed on the imprint of the divine diagram, its skull slightly tilted, emitting a low, hoarse hiss, a familiar rage, yet also a long-awaited awakening. Its withered claws slowly rose, pointing at the opening blood gate, and the entire sea of ​​blood fell silent.

The array's spiritual light surged to its peak like a tidal wave, and the blood gate burst open, revealing a portal to a deep, mysterious realm. Ancestor Mei and Ancestor Fuyun immediately sensed the anomaly in the array, but Ancestor Fuyun remained still, staring intently at the slowly tearing blood-red crevice, his gaze deep and thoughtful, as if weighing some unspeakable variable.

Almost simultaneously, the blood-red gate before Lin Daochen suddenly split open, revealing a winding, crimson passageway. A chilling wind, carrying a rusty, metallic stench, rushed towards him, as if the abyss had opened its throat. Lin Daochen raised an eyebrow, his mind racing—this was no dead end, but rather a place where opportunity lay dormant. He lightly touched the ground with his toes and stepped inside without hesitation.

A hint of surprise flashed in Elder Mei's eyes, his gaze suddenly fixing on Lin Daochen's back, a playful glint in his eyes. Elder Fuyun, however, blocked his way, his voice deep and resonant: "Brother Mei, wait a moment. Let's see if this lad can stir up some trouble."

After a slight hesitation, Elder Mei finally nodded and took half a step back. The two powerful cultivators at the Heavenly Sensing Realm stood as still as pines, their gazes locked onto the figure that had disappeared into the blood mist.

Unexpectedly, a strange change occurred—the heavy stone door in front of the Blood Gate was smashed open by a brute force, and deep within the crack, a dark light surged, revealing a secret passage leading directly to another realm! While Mei and Fu were slightly taken aback, Lin Daochen had already leaped into the passage like an arrow released from a bow!

Ancestor Fuyun's brows furrowed sharply, alarm bells ringing in his mind. The next instant, a chill ran down his spine, and he spun around abruptly, only to see Lin Daochen had already bypassed the obstruction, closing in on Yang Kai's side, his five fingers forming a claw, aimed at Yang Kai's throat with immense force!

Lin Daochen's movements were so fast that he was just a blur, his eyes flashing with cold light, and beneath his calm exterior lay a murderous intent that was about to erupt. Before his fingertips even touched flesh, Yang Kai felt his throat tighten, as if his lifeline was being gripped by an invisible iron clamp.

Yang Kai's face turned deathly pale, and his pupils shrank—this power far exceeded all his expectations! His throat bobbed, and he took three steps back, but his heels were already against the stone wall.

"Traitors do not deserve to live past this day." Lin Daochen's voice was flat and emotionless, yet every word was like a blade.

Before he could finish speaking, his hand had already gripped Yang Kai's neck, and with a sudden pull, he yanked Yang Kai up and slammed him onto the back of the Lightning Leopard. Yang Kai staggered and fell, his limbs weak, struggling even to lift his hands.

"If you kill me, you will be struck by nine lightning bolts!" Yang Kai roared hoarsely, his voice splitting through the air.

Lin Daochen chuckled, grabbed Yang Kai's right wrist with his other hand, and with a crisp crack, the tendons and bones broke. Yang Kai convulsed in pain, his tongue barely touching the root of his teeth before he could bite down—that last resort for self-destruction had been nipped in the bud.

He shoved the limp Yang Kai onto the leopard's back and turned to face the two powerful experts at the Heavenly Sensing Realm. Mei and Fu were enraged and sprang into action, but just as they were about to condense their true essence at their fingertips, Yang Kai suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of crimson-gold blood mist!

The blood mist condensed as soon as it rose into the air, transforming into a wailing, ghostly mask-like restriction—"Heavenly Ghost's Cry".

Once this technique was activated, it was like a massive shackle falling. Elder Mei and Elder Fuyun froze, their true essence frozen as if by a frozen lake, unable even to bend their fingertips. Despite their extraordinary cultivation, they were now bound within a small space.

Without further hesitation, Lin Daochen grabbed Yang Kai by the collar and dragged him to the Blood Gate. Yang Kai's eyes darted around, but even his breathing was weak. Lin Daochen leaned down and stared at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then, he transformed into a blinding red light, enveloping the traitor, and crashed into the depths of the Blood Gate.

Veins bulged on the forehead of Elder Mei, and Elder Fuyun gritted his teeth. The two were furious, their anger almost reaching the heavens. They thought they had the turtle in a jar, but they were instead being tricked by a young man!

"Lin Daochen! If this grudge is not avenged, I will write my name Fuyun backwards!" Ancestor Fuyun said each word slowly and deliberately, his voice as sharp as a rock.

Old Ancestor Mei's face was ashen, and his sleeves fluttered even without wind. But when they tried to break the restriction by forcefully gathering their true energy, they suddenly felt their sea of ​​consciousness empty—the Soul Control Seal that had been planted in Yang Kai's consciousness earlier had silently dissipated.

Yang Kai slowly straightened his back, looked up at the two elders, and a mocking smile slowly spread across his lips. He should have realized long ago that Lin Daochen was never fish on a chopping board, but he himself was the pawn that was used and then discarded.

Within the Blood Gate, crimson light surged like a river. Lin Daochen rode the wind at breakneck speed, his figure flickering between the light and shadow. Ancestor Mei and Ancestor Fuyun, trapped within the barrier, gritted their teeth, their hatred boiling—if they encountered this person again, they would use swift and decisive methods to shatter his bones and burn his soul.