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

One was a newly enlightened terrestrial immortal, radiating boundless light;

The other is the most hidden and mysterious existence—no one knows its limits, and no one dares to speak lightly of victory or defeat.

Lin Daochen never concerned himself with worldly affairs, but every Wudang disciple knew that the attack methods practiced by everyone in the sect today were all created by his grandmaster.

Not to mention those few fleeting moments of brilliance in action. Even the rumors surrounding them were enough to shake the minds of all the disciples. The most vivid example was the Tibetan national teacher, Kumārajīva, who swept the grounds of the mountain gate square every day.

"Tell me, who is stronger, Grandmaster or Grandmaster Uncle?"

"It should be our grandmaster, right? After all, he's someone who has stepped into the realm of terrestrial immortals."

"Not necessarily... Have you heard? My grandmaster never used a second move to kill a Grandmaster."

"..."

Groups of disciples huddled in a corner, whispering amongst themselves.

Song Yuanqiao and the others were also discussing this matter, but no matter how much they talked, they couldn't reach a conclusion. This level of confrontation was far beyond their comprehension. Even a grandmaster like Yu Lianzhou could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

Only Kumārajīva had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

Zhang Sanfeng had just broken through to become a terrestrial immortal today, his power and prestige overwhelming. But he still felt that Lin Daochen was even more terrifying.

The scene of their battle that day was still etched into his mind like a knife cut—the dignified Tibetan national teacher, a grandmaster of his generation, was as powerless as a child in front of Lin Daochen, unable even to muster the thought of resistance.

On the training ground.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at Lin Daochen, his heart trembling slightly.

It was truly unexpected that, with his current status as a terrestrial immortal, he could not see through the other party's strength at all.

With a slight thought, he said aloud:

"Senior brother, please consider what I just said about the grand scheme of things."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's aura suddenly surged, no longer a simple outward release of internal energy, but a subtle resonance with heaven and earth!

boom--!

The winds and clouds surged, and the air currents reversed.

A vast and boundless oppressive force, seemingly originating from the ends of the sky, instantly enveloped the entire training ground.

The air was stagnant and leaden. The expressions of the onlookers changed, and they instinctively retreated, wanting only to escape this dead zone.

They knew that the one truly targeted was Lin Daochen, who was in the center of the arena. They, on the other hand, were merely caught in the aftershocks and were already nearly suffocating.

If I were the target... I'm afraid my courage to even lift a finger would be crushed.

Is this the power of a terrestrial deity?

Without making a single move, his mere aura is enough to captivate and crush one's will—truly terrifying!

All eyes turned to the person in the center.

Immediately, everyone's pupils contracted sharply.

Lin Daochen remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, as if the overwhelming pressure before him was nothing more than a gentle spring breeze.

Immovable as a mountain, calm and composed.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but marvel.

He had imagined how Lin Daochen would resolve the situation—by using skill to overcome force? By borrowing momentum to deflect the force? Or by similarly manipulating the heavens and earth?

But to my utter surprise, the other party simply ignored me.

That devastating force was as insignificant as dust in his eyes.

"My senior brother... is indeed extraordinary."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, his blood boiling. This was exactly what he wanted! He needed a battle of equal strength to hone the power of this newly born terrestrial immortal.

At this moment, Lin Daochen spoke calmly:

"Junior brother, such feints are useless against me. There's no need to hold back. Show me your true skills. Let me see how much you've truly grasped the essence of Tai Chi."

"Haha, alright! Then please enlighten me, senior brother!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, his arms tracing a path that resembled the arc of the stars.

In an instant, yin and yang seemed to flow and black and white intertwined in the void. A huge Tai Chi diagram slowly emerged behind him, rotating endlessly, infusing his fist technique with boundless power.

"Senior brother, take this!"

With a roar, his fist flew out like a dragon!

A fist-shaped aura, intertwined with black and white energy, tore through the void, like a meteor falling to earth, carrying the force to shatter mountains and split seas, and struck Lin Daochen's chest directly!

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, intentionally testing the strength of his true essence. He neither dodged nor avoided, but instead unleashed his own spiritual power and met the attack with a punch!

boom--!

A cyan fist-shaped aura tore through the sky and crashed fiercely into the Yin-Yang Qi Fist Force unleashed by Zhang Sanfeng!

boom! ! !

The heavens and earth seemed to tremble as two vast and unparalleled forces clashed head-on, unleashing a deafening roar.

There were no shortcuts, no detours, just a pure clash of peak power!

The void crumbled inch by inch, and the aftershocks swept outwards like a raging tide.

Soaring into the sky, it shattered the clouds and stirred up violent spatial turbulence;

It crashed to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust that instantly turned the surrounding area into ruins.

"This...this is the power a human can unleash?"

The onlookers all paled, their hearts pounded, and cold sweat poured down their backs.

Such power has long surpassed the limits of ordinary martial artists, approaching the legendary realm of terrestrial immortals.

As grandmasters of their time, both Kumārajīva and Yu Lianzhou's pupils constricted sharply and their expressions changed drastically.

From this strike, they clearly sensed the insurmountable barrier separating the mortal world from the extraordinary—Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Daochen had already stepped into a realm beyond their reach.

In an instant, both fist energies vanished into the void, as if neither had gained the upper hand.

But in the instant the energy dissipated, Zhang Sanfeng moved!

With a swift movement, he was right in front of Lin Daochen in the next instant, and his right fist slammed down with a force like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, blocking all escape routes!

Lin Daochen did not take the blow head-on. He moved his feet lightly and his figure drifted away like smoke. He then pushed out a palm with his backhand, and the sharp palm wind was aimed directly at Zhang Sanfeng's weakness.

The two immediately launched into an attack, their fists and palms striking each other with lightning speed.

Amidst the billowing dust, their movements were far beyond the limits of what the naked eye could perceive.

To onlookers, all they could see were two afterimages frantically clashing in the arena, sometimes colliding and exploding, sometimes separating and rising again, like a battle between gods and demons.

Each move contained earth-shattering power, causing everyone to hold their breath and tremble with fear.

After another fierce exchange, the two suddenly separated and stood facing each other.

"Senior brother, take another one of my moves!"

Zhang Sanfeng shouted loudly, drawing circles with his arms, his movements fluid and graceful, drawing upon the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Om-!

The void trembled, and an enormous black Tai Chi diagram slowly emerged, enveloping the entire battlefield. Yin and Yang flowed, and the aura was chilling.

In an instant, Lin Daochen felt the surrounding space become as sticky as mud, and all his movements were suppressed, making him slow down by three points.

"Using the principles of Tai Chi to condense a force field, bind the enemy's momentum, and strengthen oneself... This little guy has indeed forged a new path."

Lin Daochen secretly praised him.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts style originated from the attack methods he passed down, it had developed into its own unique system, demonstrating his unparalleled talent in martial arts.

Before the thought had even finished, a small Tai Chi pattern appeared beneath Zhang Sanfeng's feet. He took a step forward and instantly teleported to Lin Daochen's side, unleashing a punch!

Faster! More powerful! Far more imposing than before!

This Tai Chi force field not only traps the enemy, but also helps him break through his limits!

If it were an ordinary expert, they probably wouldn't even have time to react before being blasted into dust.

but--

Lin Daochen is no ordinary person.

Click!

A bolt of silvery-white lightning suddenly exploded!

His figure vanished instantly, so fast that not even a shadow remained.

Sumeru Lightning Escape!

When he reappeared, he had already formed a sword with his fingers together and slashed through the air!

The Great Freedom Geng Metal Sword!

A snow-white sword aura pierced the air, sharp to the extreme, its killing intent as chilling as frost, seemingly capable of severing the threads of fate. Where the sword light passed, a bottomless rift was cleaved in the void, aimed directly at Zhang Sanfeng's head!

The binding force of the Tai Chi force field was useless against this sword energy, offering no resistance whatsoever.

The sword's cry was piercing, and the killing intent was overwhelming!

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed, and his fists swung again, instantly forming a black and white Tai Chi diagram in front of his chest, intending to use soft force to guide and neutralize it.

At the same time, a powerful suction force surged out, attempting to deflect the trajectory of the sword energy.

however--

invalid!

The sword energy went straight ahead, completely unmoved, still locking onto Zhang Sanfeng, determined to kill the enemy with one blow!

At the critical moment, Zhang Sanfeng's true energy surged like a river overflowing its banks, the black Tai Chi diagram suddenly swelled, and the Yin and Yang energies spun wildly, forcefully meeting the sword energy head-on!

boom--!!!

A deafening explosion resounded through the heavens, and even the air trembled!

Bang bang bang bang—!

The two forces collided fiercely, and the aftershocks swept across the entire arena like a storm, with smoke and dust billowing, the glow of the sunset shattering, and the entire martial arts arena being completely engulfed.

"What's the outcome?!"

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the chaotic expanse.

This strike will surely determine the victor!

finally--

The roar subsided, and the smoke and dust gradually settled.

The scene was recreated.

Zhang Sanfeng and Lin Daochen stood side by side, their breathing calm, the battle already over.

The two appeared flawless, their breathing steady, and their clothes perfectly in place.

For a moment, the onlookers looked at each other in bewilderment, completely unable to tell who had won or lost.

Is that... the end?

Many people were wondering if it was a draw.

Judging from the aftershocks of that final clash of energies, most people are more inclined to believe that it was indeed a draw.

Of course, some seasoned veterans secretly speculated: Zhang Sanfeng was a terrestrial immortal, and even if it wasn't apparent on the surface, he most likely had the upper hand.

The problem is, in a fight of this level, who would dare to step forward and ask, "Which of you two won?"

The scene was eerily quiet for a moment.

After their sparring session, Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng didn't linger and turned to return to the Sutra Repository together.

The room was quiet and still, with only the flickering candlelight.

Zhang Sanfeng finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked:

"Senior brother, did you... hold back just now?"

He had been holding this question in all the way. He knew clearly that during their final clash, their true essence dissipated simultaneously. Although they seemed evenly matched, he distinctly sensed that Lin Daochen's sword strike could have broken through his black and white Tai Chi diagram.

However, just as it was about to cleave through, the sword intent suddenly receded, silently withdrawing like the receding tide.

Lin Daochen smiled and said calmly:

"When fellow disciples spar, it's not a life-or-death struggle; they stop when they've made their move."

A single sentence, spoken casually, sent a jolt through Zhang Sanfeng's heart.

I understand instantly.

This senior brother is extremely unfathomable!

Even though he was already a terrestrial immortal, he still couldn't force the other to unleash a full-force attack.

He couldn't help but ask again, his tone now filled with respect:

"Senior brother, is there anything lacking in my Taiji Dao?"

He was genuinely seeking advice.

Lin Daochen looked at him and slowly said:

"Tai Chi is formless, and all things arise from the mind. You walk your path, and I walk my way. There is no right or wrong, nor is there superiority or inferiority."

"Although I created this path, it doesn't mean that what I've realized is the only true solution. You've already formed your own system; you just need to stay true to yourself and move forward without having many doubts."

These words struck Zhang Sanfeng like a thunderbolt.

He did waver.

Even though I have already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, I always wonder: Is my interpretation of Tai Chi deviating from the original meaning taught by my senior brother?

The root cause is that he regards Lin Daochen as the source of the Taiji Dao, as if everything must be measured by his senior brother.

Now, Lin Daochen has personally broken through this constraint.

Zhang Sanfeng rose solemnly and bowed deeply:

"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother. Junior brother... understands."

Lin Daochen nodded slightly.

When Zhang Sanfeng left, his steps were much more steady than when he arrived.

Today's battle is not just a fight, but also a search for answers.

He decided to go into seclusion for a period of time before his 100th birthday celebration to thoroughly solidify his realm and integrate what he had learned.

After Zhang Sanfeng left, Lin Daochen sat alone, his brows slightly furrowed.

This match proved his judgment correct.

He was absolutely confident that he could defeat a newly ascended terrestrial immortal like Zhang Sanfeng.

But if the opponent is one of those veteran land immortals who have cultivated in seclusion for decades... the outcome is unpredictable.

He cultivates the path of immortality, which undoubtedly surpasses the path of martial arts in terms of level, but he is currently only in the early stage of Qi Refining, far from being able to sweep across the eight wastelands.

Facing the impending turmoil, relying solely on our current strength is not enough to ensure stability.

Thinking of this, he got up and walked to the depths of the library. After searching among the bookshelves, he took out a few secret texts and began to study them attentively.

Meanwhile, news of Zhang Sanfeng's breakthrough to become a terrestrial immortal had already spread far and wide.

People within a hundred miles of Wudang Mountain witnessed the sky breaking through the clouds and auspicious clouds coming from the east, and Wudang did not cover it up, so the news spread quickly.

The news that Zhang Zhenren, the head of Wudang Sect in the Ming Dynasty, had attained immortality as a terrestrial deity spread like wildfire to the ears of all the major dynasties.