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

Da Yuan, a secluded mansion somewhere.

A blood-red phenomenon suddenly appeared in the night sky, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged like boiling water.

The stone door to the secret chamber swung open with a roar, and Meng Chixing, the leader of the Demon Sect, stepped out, his face beaming with undisguised elation.

Outside the door, Pang Ban immediately stepped forward, bowed, and offered his congratulations:

"Congratulations, Master, on reaching the realm of a terrestrial immortal!"

"Hahaha, good disciple, you've put your heart into it!" Meng Chixing laughed loudly, his gaze sweeping over Pang Ban, nodding in satisfaction, "Grandmaster? Not bad, you didn't embarrass me."

He always valued this disciple highly, and Pang Ban never disappointed him.

After a moment, he suddenly asked:

"In the Ming Dynasty, did Zhang Sanfeng ever reach the level of a terrestrial immortal?"

He still harbors resentment over the defeat at Lianshan Pass.

Pang Ban replied:

Five days ago, Master Zhang had already triggered a celestial phenomenon and successfully broken through.

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing's lips curled into a slight smile.

Not surprising at all.

Meng Chixing admired Zhang Sanfeng from the bottom of his heart.

"Ban'er, pack your gear, let's go—we're heading to Wudang Mountain. In this battle, I must personally defeat Master Zhang!"

Before he finished speaking, a fierce fighting spirit surged in his eyes, as sharp as a knife and as fiery as fire. The humiliation of that defeat was like a branding iron burned into his bones; today, he would carve it back inch by inch.

Having entered the realm of a terrestrial immortal, his blood and energy surged like a dragon soaring through the heavens, his meridians flowed like a surging river, and his power surged like never before. Now, he was confident that he could crush Zhang Sanfeng head-on!

The day after Meng Chixing and Pang Ban set off, a soaring aura suddenly rose above the Ruyang Prince's Mansion of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

boom!

The Hundred-Loss Taoist, the chief guest of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, has actually entered the ranks of terrestrial immortals!

On the day Zhang Sanfeng was attacked, he stood idly by, but afterwards, he used his silver tongue to persuade the Prince of Ruyang to continue supplying him with rare and precious medicines and resources. This was partly out of fear of Zhang Sanfeng, and partly out of shared hatred—as long as Zhang Sanfeng lived, none of them would have peace.

Upon learning that Meng Chixing of the Demonic Sect had gone to the Ming Dynasty to challenge Zhang Sanfeng to a duel, Bai Sun Dao Ren was moved and immediately entered the palace to secretly plot with the Prince of Ruyang.

The opportunity is coming!

If Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing fight to the death, he can take advantage of the situation and kill them with one blow!

The plan was finalized, and Prince Ruyang personally entered the palace to meet the Great Yuan Khan. Several parties secretly joined forces to lay a trap.

Subsequently, Bai Sun Dao Ren, along with his two disciples, He Bi Weng and Lu Zhang Ke, quietly left the Yuan Dynasty and headed straight for the Ming Dynasty.

The sword points at Wudang.

Shaolin Temple.

The bell tower stands silent, the meditation hall stands solemnly.

Abbot Kongwen and other high-ranking officials gathered in the council hall, the atmosphere heavy with solemnity.

There is only one issue: who should be sent to Wudang?

The original plan was to send only one Grandmaster to lead the team, but news came a few days ago that Zhang Sanfeng had broken through his cultivation level and become a terrestrial immortal!

This is troublesome.

If Zhang Cuishan refuses to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, the two sides will turn against each other. Faced with Zhang Sanfeng, a newly ascended immortal, who in Shaolin can hold their own?

"How about... we ask Master Tongming to come out of seclusion?" Kongzhi, the head of the Prajna Hall, said in a low voice.

Master Tongming was a living fossil of Shaolin Temple. He was also the only prodigy in the temple's history to have mastered more than 20 of the 72 unique skills. He was proficient in 23 unique skills and was known in the martial arts world as the "Monk of 23 Unique Skills".

"No," said Kongxing, the head of the Arhat Hall, shaking his head. "Our patriarch has been in seclusion for three years. Disturbing him rashly might disturb his mind."

Just as Kong Wen was about to speak, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, abruptly stood up, and rushed out of the hall.

Emptiness and wisdom changed color almost simultaneously, and followed closely behind.

The three stood on the high platform, gazing into the depths of Shaolin Temple—the sky was split by clouds, golden light fell, and strange phenomena appeared in the sky!

That's a sign of breaking through to a higher realm!

"That's the direction where Ancestor Xuancheng is in seclusion!" Kong Wen exclaimed in disbelief.

Xuan Cheng, a Shaolin martial arts fanatic, once suffered a qi deviation due to his obsession with martial arts and was forced into seclusion for a life-or-death retreat. Unexpectedly, fortune and misfortune intertwined, and he glimpsed a glimmer of hope in his desperate situation. Now… he is about to take that final step!

The three of them gasped for breath, then were overjoyed.

If Xuancheng succeeds, Shaolin will gain another terrestrial immortal!

"If the Patriarch breaks through to the next realm, why would we need to ask Tongming again for help on this trip to Wudang?" Kongzhi's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

Kongxing nodded: "Senior Brother is absolutely right! Patriarch Tongming once asserted that in the past two hundred years, the number one martial artist in our temple is none other than Xuancheng! As newly ascended terrestrial immortals, Patriarch Xuancheng may not be inferior to Zhang Sanfeng! With him taking the lead, how can we not control the situation?"

"This time," Kong Wen's gaze turned icy, "we must force Zhang Cuishan to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, to pay for this blood debt and appease the spirit of our senior brother Kong Jian in heaven!"

Kongzhi and Kongxing nodded in unison.

Xie Xun has been missing for more than ten years, and Shaolin has searched everywhere without success. Now that a clue has emerged, how can we let it go?

No matter what means we use, we must get Zhang Cuishan to talk!

"Let's go! To the secluded meditation chamber!" Kong Wen shouted in a low voice.

The three of them flew out and arrived at the outside of the secret chamber, where the stone door was slowly opening.

An old yet upright figure stepped out.

"Master!" the three exclaimed excitedly in unison.

"You...did it?"

Xuan Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes flashing with divine light.

"It's done."

In that instant, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

"Great!" The three of them almost jumped up.

Before the congratulatory voices had even faded, Kong Wen hurriedly asked Xuan Cheng to lead the team to Wudang.

Xuan Cheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll go."

The next morning.

Xuancheng led the Shaolin elites out of the temple in a grand procession, heading straight for Wudang.

……

the other side.

Wudang Mountain, Sutra Repository.

Lin Daochen closed the manual in his hand, a smile playing on his lips.

In that instant, he had a flash of inspiration and created a brand new attack technique – the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique".

Using this attack technique, his combat power can instantly break through two minor realms, soaring to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

With this strength, Lin Daochen believed he was capable of directly confronting those veteran land immortals.

Generally speaking, this kind of explosive attack will more or less have some aftereffects or backlash.

However, the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique" created by Lin Daochen with his extraordinary comprehension is an anomaly—it has no side effects, purely burns potential, and explodes to its limit.

The only limitation is that it lasts for half an incense stick's time at a time and can only be used once every half month.

However, this cooldown time is negligible compared to the terrifying leap in combat power it brings.

As Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday celebration drew ever closer, Lin Daochen's premonition of an impending storm grew stronger.

Now that he has his trump card in hand, with the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique" at his disposal, he feels even more secure.

No matter how turbulent the situation may be, he has the confidence to suppress it with a single punch!

……

Time flows.

Several days passed quickly.

Before we knew it, it was the eve of Zhang Sanfeng's birthday.

Outside Wudang Mountain.

A massive crowd surged forth, with heroes from all walks of life arriving in droves.

These people come from all over the world and have different purposes.

Some came to offer their sincere birthday wishes, while others came in search of Xie Xun's whereabouts, intending to interrogate Zhang Cuishan.

Many others, however, are simply there to see a great show.

Recently, the martial arts world has been in turmoil, with rumors spreading that the major sects that have grudges against Xie Xun will join forces to attack Wudang Mountain and force Zhang Wuxia to hand over Xie Xun.

Some even say that Zhang Cuishan not only married the daughter of the leader of the Eagle Sect, but also became sworn brothers with Xie Xun.

Under such circumstances, would he easily reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts?

If negotiations break down, it could very well escalate into a standoff between good and evil, resulting in a bloody battle.

As a result, countless busybodies, hearing the news, flocked to the scene.

Among the crowd, an old man and a young boy walked side by side.

The boy suddenly spoke in a low voice: "Master, this time Wudang of the Ming Dynasty is probably in big trouble... I heard that Shaolin is going to take the lead and have all the sects surround the mountain to interrogate Uncle Zhang."

The old man's face was solemn as he slowly nodded.

These two men were Yu Xingrui, a descendant of the Wudang lineage from the Liyang Dynasty, and his disciple Li Yufu.

They share the same roots and origins; if one falls, the other will be destitute. Seeing the impending crisis facing the Ming Dynasty's Wudang Sect, neither of them could remain idle.

Just then, someone suddenly whispered:

"The person who rode past on horseback just now looked like Zhang Wuxia of Wudang, along with his wife and children!"

"really?"

A startled exclamation instantly ignited an undercurrent of tension within the crowd.

Many martial arts practitioners' eyes flickered, and their hearts stirred.

If we can capture Zhang Cuishan... wouldn't that allow us to pry open his mouth and find out the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber?

Legend has it that the Dragon-Slaying Saber is not only a peerless divine weapon, but also contains clues to an unparalleled secret manual—whoever obtains the saber will rule the world!

Once greed takes hold, it spreads like wildfire.

Immediately, someone turned their horse around and quietly gave chase.

In a simple teahouse by the roadside, the Taoist priest Bai Sun's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly spoke:

"We'll split up. I'll go find the Demonic Sect master and his disciples. You two, go and capture Zhang Sanfeng's disciple and his family. Remember, leave them alive."

He was a terrestrial immortal, and had no interest in divine weapons or secret manuals.

He was thinking about a way out.

Even if they couldn't defeat Zhang Sanfeng, they could at least exchange Zhang Cuishan's family for their lives.

Although with Meng Chixing and the two immortals working together, theoretically there was no chance of failure, the world is dangerous, and it is always better to be safe than sorry.

The reason he's survived to this day is because of one word—caution.

"Yes, sir!"

Crane-Pen Elder and Deer-Staff Guest rose up in response, mounted their horses, and sped off in pursuit of Zhang Cuishan.

the other side.

Yu Xingrui's gaze sharpened, and he barked, "Go, follow them!"

When the Wudang Sect of the Ming Dynasty is in trouble, how can they, as members of the same lineage, stand idly by?

……

At the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Crane-pen Elder and Deer-staffed Guest finally intercepted Zhang Cuishan's family.

Upon arrival, Zhang Cuishan made his move, killing several bandits who were blocking the road with a single stroke.

"At the first rank of martial arts, he is nothing to fear."

The two exchanged a glance, and a slight smile appeared on their lips.

Zhang Cuishan was only at the first-grade level, while they were all martial arts masters.

With two against one, and the opponent being far inferior in skill level, victory is assured.

As for Zhang Cuishan's wife, Yin Susu, the two men didn't take her seriously at all. She was just a woman; her martial arts skills were inferior to Zhang Cuishan's, and he could easily crush her with a flick of his wrist.

"Zhang Cuishan, surrender obediently and you'll suffer less!"

Crane Pen Elder and Deer Staff Guest leaped into the air, blocking the three members of the Zhang family. Their voices were like thunder, their auras surged, and the pressure of a grandmaster swept over them, making the air tremble.

"Grandmaster?"

Zhang Cuishan's eyes narrowed, and he said in a low voice, "Susu, finish this quickly, kill them, and return to Wudang as soon as possible."

They had been extremely cautious and kept their identities hidden all along the way, but there were always people watching them. If it weren't for the divine talisman bestowed upon them by Lin Daochen, they would probably have been exposed long ago and would have been unable to escape the encirclement.

The closer they get to Wudang Mountain, the tighter the atmosphere becomes in the martial arts world, with various factions gathering and numerous informants. They dare not linger; they only want to step through the mountain gates and find complete peace of mind.

"Kill us? Hahaha—do you even deserve it?"

Crane-pen Elder and Deer-staffed Guest laughed wildly, their laughter still echoing—

boom!!!

boom!!!

Two blinding sword energies tore through the sky, like white rainbows piercing the sun, so fast that even their shadows could not be caught, and instantly swept past the throats of the two!

The laughter stopped abruptly.

His head flew into the air, his face still frozen with arrogance and astonishment, as if he couldn't believe that he would die so easily.

Just then, Yu Xingrui and his apprentice arrived and witnessed the scene; their pupils constricted.

Two martial arts masters were killed with a single blow, just like chickens being slaughtered.