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

at the same time.

In the Golden Palace of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Zhengde received an envoy from the Qin Dynasty.

After hearing the purpose of the visit, he rejected Ying Zheng's request without hesitation and coldly ordered the envoys to be expelled from the palace.

He then secretly ordered his cavalry to send a message to Wudang—Daming—to stand with Wudang through thick and thin.

When the news reached Wudang, Song Yuanqiao immediately reported it to Lin Daochen.

Lin Daochen simply said, "Ignore it, everything is as usual."

He was quite satisfied with Zhengde's attitude and casually created a method for nourishing health and longevity, which he then bestowed upon the emperor.

This method has no killing power, but only one effect: strengthening the body and prolonging life.

Emperor Zhengde was overjoyed to receive it, and his resolve only grew stronger—it wasn't enough to cling to Wudang's coattails; he had to hold on tightly to Lin Daochen, this true god!

He immediately issued an imperial edict, ordering the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern and Western Depots to devote all their efforts to searching for rare and precious treasures from all over the world, just to please Lin Daochen.

……

Time flies.

Inside the Wudang Sutra Repository.

Lin Daochen put down the Daoist scriptures in his hand and slowly walked to the window.

The key to spiritual practice lies in striking a balance between exertion and relaxation. At this moment, he paused to calm his mind and intended to quietly appreciate the mountain scenery for a while.

My gaze swept across the window and a familiar figure came into view.

His beloved white crane.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, it spread its wings, twisted its neck and flapped its wings, sometimes tiptoeing and raising its head, sometimes bending low and swaying its waist. Its movements were strange, like dancing but not dancing, as if it was training its muscles and bones on its own.

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly as he began to watch with great interest.

After a while.

[You intently observed the white crane's body-forging process, and suddenly realized the profound meaning, drawing parallels to its application, and created your own body-refining technique: the Azure Crane Body Forging Technique.]

"It was an unexpected bonus."

Lin Daochen's lips curled up slightly, a smile appearing on his face.

A true powerhouse needs magic, soul, and physical body—all three are indispensable.

He possesses the Yin-Yang Creation Technique for cultivation and the Chaos Myriad Transformations Divine Refining Technique for cultivating the spirit, but the path of physical body cultivation has been lacking for a long time.

Now, by creating the "Azure Crane Body Forging Technique," I can make up for my shortcomings.

Once the physical body is strengthened, the overall combat power will surely reach a new level.

"We should give this little guy some good fortune in the future."

His gaze fell gently on the white crane that was still focused on "practicing its skills".

Immediately, Lin Daochen calmed his mind, restored his energy, and assumed a fighting stance to begin practicing his newly created "Azure Crane Body Forging Technique".

……

Time flows.

Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday is approaching.

Although he is still in seclusion, the Wudang sect has been busy making preparations, and various factions in the martial arts world have also received word of the situation.

At this critical juncture, Wudang broke a sensational piece of news—Zhang Cuishan, the fifth of the Seven Heroes of Wudang who had been missing for many years, had returned.

Moreover, he wasn't alone; he brought his whole family, including his wife and children, back to Wudang!

Upon hearing the news, Song Yuanqiao and his group immediately set off for the mountain gate.

Before Zhang Cuishan could even step across the threshold, Mo Shenggu shouted from afar, "Fifth Senior Brother!"

Seeing his fellow disciples hurrying towards him, Zhang Cuishan's eyes welled up with tears, and a long-lost radiant smile bloomed on his face.

After being stranded on a deserted island overseas for more than ten years, he finally embarked on his journey home.

"Fifth Senior Brother! You're finally back!"

Mo Shenggu rushed forward and pounced on Zhang Cuishan, hugging him tightly while repeatedly saying, "I've missed you so much!"

Among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Cuishan and Yin Liting were the closest in age to Mo Shenggu. In their early years, the three were inseparable and like brothers. Mo Shenggu was straightforward by nature, and at this moment he made no attempt to hide his feelings.

"Seventh Junior Brother, I've always thought about you all too."

Zhang Cuishan patted his shoulder gently, his voice slightly hoarse, but his eyes were warm.

"Alright, alright," Song Yuanqiao shook his head with a smile, "Seventh Junior Brother, watch your manners. How old are you to still be throwing a tantrum?"

Mo Shenggu grinned, loosened his arms, and scratched his head: "Hehe, I got excited just now."

Zhang Cuishan looked around at everyone and greeted them one by one:

"Eldest brother, second brother, third brother..."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

"Third Senior Brother? You...you're better?!"

When his gaze fell on Yu Daiyan, Zhang Cuishan's pupils shrank and his voice trembled.

Years ago, Yu Daiyan was ambushed and paralyzed, a deep, raw wound in his heart. He had descended the mountain to hunt down the culprit, solely to uncover the truth. Now, returning to find his third senior brother upright as a pine tree, brimming with vitality, how could he not be astonished?

Yin Susu behind him was also taken aback, her eyes instantly brightening as the huge weight that had been pressing on her heart for many years quietly lifted.

Yu Daiyan nodded with a smile: "I'm fully recovered."

"I was saved entirely by my senior brother."

"Uncle Dao Chen?" Zhang Cuishan was taken aback.

When did that usually low-key and silent senior master acquire such extraordinary abilities?

Without time to think it over, he exchanged a few more pleasantries with Zhang Songxi and Yin Liting, then turned around and took his wife and children's hands.

"Fellow disciples, this is my wife, Yin Susu, and this is my son, Zhang Wuji."

Yin Susu curtsied and said gently, "Greetings, fellow senior brothers."

He then bowed his head and gently called to the child beside him, "Wuji, quickly pay your respects to your Grand Uncle and other uncles."

The little child stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and with delicate features and well-behaved manners, drew nods of praise from everyone.

After catching up, Song Yuanqiao began to speak:

"Fifth Junior Brother, Master is still in seclusion. Now that you have returned, go to the Scripture Pavilion to pay your respects to your Senior Uncle."

"Yes, Senior Brother," Zhang Cuishan replied.

The group then set off for the library.

Hearing on the way that Wudang had been revitalized in recent years, especially the story of Yu Daiyan personally going to the Yuan Dynasty and killing Ah San, made him feel very happy and he wanted to applaud.

When he mentioned that Yin Susu was the daughter of the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect, everyone was shocked.

Before long, the doors of the Sutra Repository came into view.

"Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu pay their respects to their senior master!"

"Zhang Wuji greets Grandmaster Uncle!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the family of three knelt down and kowtowed in respect.

Lin Daochen sat behind his desk, his expression gentle.

Zhang Cuishan had been cared for by him since childhood. Even when he was still unaware of the truth, Zhang Cuishan received clothes from him in the cold winter and medicine from him when he was sick. This kindness was etched in his heart.

"Rise, all of you. We are of the same blood; there is no need for formalities."

Lin Daochen raised his hand in a gesture of support, then took out two jade-colored pills from his robes and handed them over.

"One for you, and one for Wuji."

"I wasted many years overseas, and my martial arts skills suffered a lot. Now that I'm back, I should seize the time to train."

Upon seeing this, Song Yuanqiao was immediately stunned:

"Master Uncle, didn't you already give one to Fifth Junior Brother last time? I even kept it for him."

As he spoke, he took out a pre-prepared Marrow Cleansing Pill from his pocket.

Lin Daochen smiled faintly: "That one is for Qing Shu."

"what?"

Song Yuanqiao was dumbfounded.

So he saved it all up for nothing? If he had known this would happen, his son would have swallowed and refined it long ago. Why would he be regretting it now?

Even he, usually so composed, couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache—what a missed opportunity! He should have asked one more question earlier!

Mo Shenggu and the others immediately began to explain the miraculous effects of the Marrow Cleansing Pill, which stirred Zhang Cuishan's emotions.

"Thank you so much, Senior Master!"

He knelt down again, his eyes slightly red, gratitude welling up in his heart like a tide.

He then recounted all his experiences over the years—his identity as Yin Susu, his sworn brotherhood with Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King, overseas—without concealing anything.

Lin Daochen listened and simply smiled:

"These are all mundane matters of the world. If you think it's right, then there's no need to worry about them."

His tone was nonchalant, as if the turmoil of the martial world, the grudges and affections, were nothing more than dust on his fingertips.

Zhang Cuishan was about to speak when he said, "Uncle-Master, news of our return has spread throughout the martial world. Those people, searching for my sworn brother Xie Xun, will likely cause trouble at Wudang. I am willing to bear the consequences alone..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Daochen spoke, his voice not loud, yet as resounding as a bell tolling through the heavens, leaving no room for doubt—

"Don't be afraid. Who would dare to act recklessly on Wudang Mountain? Now that you're back, just live a peaceful life."

"You may all leave now. I have a few words to say to my nephew's wife privately."

Although everyone was puzzled, they dared not say anything and all left the room.

Only the two remained in the room. Lin Daochen's gaze darkened slightly, and his tone was unhurried:

"Now that you've married Cuishan, you're part of the Wudang family. The matter of injuring Daiyan with a poisoned needle back then is no longer a concern, and there's no need to bring it up again."

"But there is one condition—if there is any act that harms Wudang in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless in enforcing the law."

His words, spoken casually, were like a chilling blade pressed against her throat. Yin Susu's heart trembled, a chill ran down her spine, and she quickly lowered her head in response:

"Uncle Master, rest assured, I will certainly keep to my duty and never dare to disobey your teachings."

The weight on my heart finally lifted. Only after Lin Daochen personally said it was over did the matter truly come to an end.

Having heard Song Yuanqiao and others mention it along the way, she finally understood how revered this old Taoist priest was—his seniority was unparalleled, his martial arts were divine, and he held the Scripture Pavilion as if it held the secrets of heaven.

Seeing him bestow a stack of lightning escape talismans as a greeting gift, a hint of emotion flashed across Yin Susu's eyes.

This is not just a formality; it's acknowledging her as a "daughter-in-law" and accepting her, a woman who once came from the demonic path, into the Wudang sect.

……

Shaolin Temple, Mahavira Hall.

High-ranking monks gathered, and incense smoke swirled around them.

In this world of martial arts where all realms converge, Shaolin is no longer an ordinary Buddhist sect. Spanning the Northern and Southern Song Dynasties, the Ming Dynasty, and the Yuan Dynasty, it gathers top masters from each era, making it a true giant in the martial arts world.

Today's meeting is for only one person—

Zhang Cuishan, one of the Five Heroes of Wudang, returns with the secret of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King.

Xie Xun was the murderer of the monk Kongjian. Shaolin had investigated for years, but the trail had gone cold. Now, with a sudden turn of events, how could they let him go?

After a secret discussion, the monks decided that on the occasion of Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday, they would go to Wudang Mountain under the pretext of celebrating his birthday and question Xie Xun about his whereabouts in person.

It wasn't just Shaolin who was moved.

Undercurrents are swirling among the various sects of the martial arts world.

Some people harbored a blood feud with Xie Xun and wished they could devour his flesh alive; many more coveted the Dragon-Slaying Saber in his hand, hoping that "whoever possesses the saber will rule the world."

Previously, Wudang had become the target of public criticism due to the controversy surrounding the "Longevity Manual"; now, with the addition of Xie Xun, it has been pushed to the forefront of the storm.

It is foreseeable that Zhang Sanfeng's birthday banquet will be a bloody battle, with heroes gathering together.

……

There are no impervious walls in the world.

Lin Daochen had long since taken in the slightest rustling of winds and whispers in the martial world.

He remained calm and composed, continuing his daily meditation and spiritual practice.

Whether it's a battle of martial arts or a life-or-death struggle on the path to immortality, in the end—if your fist is strong enough, everything will fall into place.

The turbulent world outside was nothing more than a gentle breeze caressing the mountainside to him.

"Uncle-Master, these are supplies just sent by the Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty."

Song Yuanqiao led several disciples in, carrying in a batch of medicinal herbs, and respectfully reported the arrival.

As Lin Daochen had previously instructed, all royal offerings were to be sent directly to the Imperial Library.

After everyone left, Lin Daochen got up and took inventory. His fingers swept over a pile of spiritual herbs, quickly sifting out the usable ones, and putting the rest into his storage ring.

He picked up the selected medicinal herbs and turned to enter the alchemy room.