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

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With a simple hand seal, the True Fire of the Sun burst forth from his palm, blazing as if the sun had fallen to earth.

The flames rolled into the bottom of the furnace, the furnace hummed, and the temperature rose sharply.

Lin Daochen was skilled and administered the medicine in sequence, without any error.

He then activated the Nine Revolutions Alchemy Technique, immersing himself in the process, controlling the fire and regulating his breath, proceeding step by step with great care.

About half an hour later, the elixir was completed.

The furnace lid was lifted, revealing six pale blue pills lying quietly inside.

Each surface is adorned with a fine, hair-like red pattern.

When the cinnabar pattern appears, it indicates a superior product.

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

This was his first time refining elixirs after obtaining the True Fire of the Sun, and the results far exceeded those of the past.

In the rank of elixirs he established, just like magic treasures, they were divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, and Yellow, with each level further divided into three grades: Upper, Middle, and Lower.

A single red vein indicates a superior grade.

Three appearing at once? That's a near-legendary perfect elixir, surpassing even the highest grade in quality. It's so rare that only one in a thousand batches can be produced, hence it's not classified.

What has been created is called the Minor Rejuvenation Pill.

As the name suggests, this elixir is specifically designed to replenish spiritual energy.

When ordinary cultivators' spiritual energy is depleted, they can only sit cross-legged and meditate, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to slowly refine it, relying on time to gradually fill their empty meridians. The speed of recovery depends entirely on the depth of their cultivation, the level of their attack techniques, the degree of depletion, and the density of the surrounding spiritual energy.

Take Lin Daochen's current Qi Refining Level 7 cultivation as an example. If his spiritual energy were completely depleted, even if he cultivated desperately in this martial arts world, it would take him two or three days to fully recover. In a life-or-death battle, could he afford to wait that long? By then, it would be too late.

But the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill is different.

Swallow it in one gulp, and your spiritual energy will be instantly replenished.

The six stones he had just refined were of excellent quality, top-grade yellow level, and each one could replenish a third of his spiritual sea. With them, Lin Daochen's endurance was dramatically improved, and he would have much more confidence in the face of tough battles.

This has increased our chances of resolving the current crisis facing Wudang.

He knew in his heart that this was no ordinary martial arts gathering—a comprehensive martial arts world that brought together countless top masters, coupled with the news of the birth of the "Longevity Manual," Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday banquet was destined to cause a huge uproar.

The people from the Qin Dynasty next time will definitely not be mere Grandmasters. The arrival of a terrestrial immortal is entirely expected.

The more cards you have up your sleeve, the better.

He would never allow the tragic ending of the original story to repeat itself.

"I need to get a decent pill-making furnace." Lin Daochen reached out and took the pills, a thought flashing through his mind.

With a good furnace, combined with the Nine Revolutions Alchemy Technique and the True Fire of the Sun, it is not impossible to refine pills of perfect quality, or even go further...

He put all six Lesser Rejuvenation Pills into a jade bottle, then into his storage ring. He turned and walked out of the alchemy room, then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to recover the spiritual energy consumed during the alchemy process.

-

The Liyang Dynasty, Wudang Mountain.

Sect leader Wang Chonglou summoned his junior brother Yu Xingrui.

"Junior brother, the 100th birthday of Master Zhang of Wudang in the Ming Dynasty is approaching. Please go and offer your congratulations on behalf of our Liyang Wudang."

"And bring the jade axe with you, so he can broaden his horizons."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

"Yes, senior brother." Yu Xingrui nodded in response.

The two Wudang schools share the same roots and origins. Their founding masters were once fellow disciples, a bond that remains unbroken to this day. They should rightfully attend Zhang Sanfeng's birthday celebration.

If Wang Chonglou hadn't been tied up with other matters, he would have gone there in person.

"There's one more thing," Wang Chonglou added. "The Northern Liang Prince's Mansion has sent a letter requesting several boxes of Huangting Pills. Please arrange for your disciples to deliver them."

Yu Xingrui frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes:

"Wasn't this year's quota already sent out? Why are you asking for it again?"

"The letter said that the Crown Prince of Beiliang has begun practicing martial arts, and his dosage has increased significantly."

"The Crown Prince of Beiliang... has started practicing martial arts?" Yu Xingrui's heart sank.

This news was by no means a good omen for Wang Chonglou.

All the high-ranking members of Liyang Wudang knew that the supreme internal skill that Wang Chonglou had been cultivating in seclusion—the Great Yellow Court—was not for his own benefit at all.

The pathways he used to circulate his meridians were all adjusted according to the constitution of the Crown Prince of Beiliang.

Decades of skill, accumulated for one person. When the time is right, he will impart all his knowledge.

However, once the transfer of power is complete, Wang Chonglou will be exhausted and his life will not last long.

After a moment of silence, Yu Xingrui finally couldn't help but speak:

"Senior brother, is this really the only way? Without aligning ourselves with the King of Beiliang, can't Wudang establish itself in Liyang? At worst… we can move to the Ming Dynasty and merge with them! Wudang is the state religion in the Ming Dynasty now, enjoying immense prestige!"

"Nonsense," Wang Chonglou interrupted calmly. "Their martial arts share the same origin, yet they are ultimately two separate entities. How can they possibly merge?"

He sighed softly, gazing into the distance, his voice lowering slightly:

"You are actually very clear about the sect's situation."

Of the three major Daoist sects of the Li Yang Dynasty, Longhu Mountain held the position of the state religion, wielding absolute power. The Nine Pecks of Rice sect, however, was destroyed by a single, casual remark from the old emperor, its gates torn down and it vanished without a trace. In recent years, Wudang has been suffocated by Longhu Mountain's oppression, its incense offerings growing increasingly scarce. If we do not wish to follow in the footsteps of the Nine Pecks of Rice sect, we must find a powerful patron.

We had no choice but to bet on the King of Northern Liang.

As long as it can help Wudang regain its former glory, everything I've done will be worthwhile.

Wang Chonglou's tone was firm and resolute.

This is his responsibility as the leader of Wudang Sect.

Yu Xingrui remained silent for a long time.

He understood these principles, but he was still seething with anger—had his senior brother spent decades cultivating diligently just to pave the way for others? And in the end, he even lost his life?

That's so humiliating! It's such a waste!

Why can't Wudang in Liyang be as powerful and respected as Wudang in the Ming Dynasty?

After much thought, it all boiled down to a long sigh.

-

Great Qin Dynasty.

In the depths of the boundless sea, a giant ship floats on the blue waves, resembling a sea city, majestic and imposing.

This ship is none other than the mirage, a sacred site of the Yin-Yang School.

At the highest point of the mirage, a dark palace stands silently amidst the clouds.

A man sat upright in the hall, covered in a black robe and wearing a mysterious mask, his aura unfathomable.

This person is none other than Donghuang Taiyi, the master of the Yin-Yang School and a terrestrial immortal.

At this moment, he was holding a secret letter from Xianyang in his hand.

The messenger was the Right Protector of the Yin-Yang School and the Grand Preceptor of the Qin Dynasty—the Moon Goddess.

The letter contained only one thing: Emperor Ying Zheng of the Great Qin Dynasty ordered Donghuang Taiyi to personally go to the Wudang Sect of the Great Ming Dynasty, slaughter the entire sect, and retrieve the Taoist treasure "The Longevity Manual" to present to Xianyang.

After reading it, Donghuang Taiyi's eyes flickered slightly. He pondered for a moment and then made his decision.

He decided to accept the offer.

Firstly, the Qin Dynasty had been a long-time ally of the Yin-Yang Clan, and the cultivation resources largely depended on their supply. Since Ying Zheng had spoken, he couldn't refuse.

Secondly, he was also quite interested in the book "The Secret of Longevity," which was said to have been written by the ancient immortal Guang Chengzi.

Having reached this level in martial arts, his only goal is to break through the realm—to shatter the void and ascend to the pinnacle.

But this step had troubled him for far too long. He had been in the realm of terrestrial immortals for many years, yet he had never been able to enter it.

Perhaps the "Longevity Manual" is just a name and may not actually contain any immortal techniques, but even the slightest clue can point him on the right path.

As for the Wudang Sect? It's nothing more than a third-rate force whose highest level is no more than Grandmaster.

In his eyes, annihilating them was as easy as crushing ants, a matter of a snap of the fingers.

After giving instructions to the high-ranking members of the Yin-Yang School, Donghuang Taiyi immediately stood up, took flight, and headed straight for the Ming Dynasty.

……

Wudang Mountain.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen held the Daoist Canon in his hand, reading it intently.

"Geng represents the harsh and killing energy of autumn, extremely vigorous. When it encounters Ren water, it becomes pure, its killing nature becomes unrestrained, and its sharpness arises naturally; when it encounters Ding fire, it becomes sharp, with yin and yang complementing each other, and a fine smithy is forged into a weapon. Forged in the great furnace, the sword emerges from the anvil."

Upon reading this, his eyes lit up slightly, as if he had gained some insight.

[You studied the Daoist scriptures, comprehended the true meaning of Geng Metal's killing intent, and created the immortal sword technique: the Great Freedom Geng Metal Sword.]

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly, another killer move added, brilliant.

Just as I put down my book, my mind was suddenly stirred, and my gaze turned to a certain spot in the mountains.

"Junior disciple Cuishan's talent is indeed the most outstanding among the seven disciples."

He gave a soft compliment.

Zhang Cuishan had been wandering overseas for more than ten years. Although he had a solid foundation, he was only at the second rank of martial arts when he returned.

But in just a few days, he has already broken through to the first rank.

While he certainly benefited from the Marrow Cleansing Pill and the Hunyuan Taiji Gong, his own aptitude should not be underestimated.

In Lin Daochen's view, as long as he focuses on cultivation, he will naturally advance to the level of Grandmaster, or even Great Grandmaster.

He withdrew his gaze, took out a stack of talisman papers, and concentrated on writing.

The newly created "Great Freedom Gengjin Sword" perfectly integrates with the Dao of Talismans, transforming into a deadly weapon.

……

On the other side.

In Zhang Cuishan's courtyard, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and others gathered to offer their congratulations.

Zhang Cuishan's face was beaming with joy, unable to hide his excitement.

"My senior master is truly a divine being!"

He sighed sincerely.

He knew very well that the rapid progress he had made was largely due to Lin Daochen.

Without the Marrow Cleansing Pill bestowed by Lin Daochen, and without the "Hun Yuan Tai Chi Gong" he created, Zhang Cuishan would never have achieved what he has today.

Song Yuanqiao and the others exchanged glances, and smiles involuntarily crept onto their lips.

The shocked and awe-inspiring look on Zhang Cuishan's face was just like how they looked when they first met Lin Daochen.

"Fifth Junior Brother, this is nothing compared to what your Master has achieved. You'll get used to it as you see more of the world."

Mo Shenggu chuckled softly, his tone brimming with undisguised pride.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the brothers left one after another.

After everyone had gone far away, Yin Susu quietly approached Zhang Cuishan and whispered:

"My dear husband, I want to go back to the Sky Eagle Sect to see my father. But don't worry, I will definitely be back before Master's 100th birthday."

Having not seen her family for more than a decade, her longing for them had already surged like a tidal wave.

However, a woman follows her husband after marriage. When she returned from the deserted island overseas, she followed Zhang Cuishan to Wudang Mountain without hesitation and paid respects to her elders first.

Now that Zhang Sanfeng is in seclusion, she wants to take advantage of this break to go home and visit her family.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cuishan nodded slightly, a hint of apology appearing in his eyes:

"It was my oversight."

"It is both reasonable and emotional that we should go and pay our respects to my father-in-law."

"Go as a family, and come back soon."

"Let's go and ask our senior master for permission first, then we'll set off immediately."

"it is good."

Yin Susu responded softly, her gaze towards him as gentle as water.

The two then went to the Sutra Repository to convey their feelings to Lin Daochen.

"We really should go."

Lin Daochen spoke calmly, and before he finished speaking, he had already taken out a stack of talismans from his sleeve and handed them over.

"This is the Great Freedom Gengjin Sword Talisman I just forged; it can slay a Grandmaster. Take it with you, just in case."

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu's involvement with Xie Xun has attracted the attention of many in the martial arts world, and there's no guarantee that this trip won't encounter any unexpected changes.

With this divine talisman protecting them, coupled with the lightning escape talisman previously bestowed, the two of them could be kept safe.

"Thank you very much, Senior Master!"

The two bowed and accepted the gift, their voices in unison, showing utmost respect.

After they left, Lin Daochen slowly picked up the book and continued to peruse it.