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

As for the longevity pill, he did not reveal a single detail.

Even if the last one is of no use to him, he will never let it appear in the world.

It's not that I don't believe in Zhang Sanfeng, but rather that people's hearts are unpredictable, and the conflicts in the world are even more difficult to control.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng were a terrestrial immortal, he couldn't withstand the greedy gaze of the entire martial arts world.

Before one's own wings are fully grown, this secret must be kept sealed.

After everyone had finished offering their congratulations, Zhang Sanfeng finally spoke:

"Senior brother, the third brother asked me to convey his congratulations."

"Daiyan is very thoughtful."

Lin Daochen nodded, then asked, "Has his health improved?"

"Nothing has changed."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed softly, a trace of sorrow passing between his brows.

Lin Daochen pondered for a moment, then said calmly:

"Junior brother, I want to go see him."

"I've been studying many classic texts on alchemy lately, so perhaps... I can heal his injuries."

In fact, he already knew Yu Daiyan's fate when he merged the memories of the two lifetimes.

But at that time, his own life was hanging by a thread, and he was about to die; he was too busy to even take care of himself.

Now that the crisis has passed, we can naturally free up our resources to set things right.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao, and the others were all shocked, and their eyes suddenly blazed with hope!

If Yu Daiyan could truly be cured—

That is not only a testament to medical skill, but also a sign of the revival of martial arts!

Before long, the group arrived at Yu Daiyan's room.

"Master Uncle... please forgive me for not being able to rise and greet you."

Yu Daiyan struggled to sit up, but Lin Daochen pressed him down with one hand.

"Why bother with these formalities when we're family?"

Lin Daochen spoke gently, then sat on the edge of the bed, placed his right hand on Yu Daiyan's wrist, and quietly channeled a powerful stream of true energy into his meridians.

He examined it closely, his mind racing.

[You thoroughly analyzed the patient's injuries, combined with your knowledge of Daoist alchemy, and a flash of inspiration struck—the formula for the Heaven-Mending and Renewing Elixir is complete!]

[During your healing simulation, you glimpsed the profound mysteries of the Vajra Finger technique, and suddenly comprehended the power of the void—the Sky-Splitting Star-Shattering Finger, which you created yourself!]

Lin Daochen released Yu Daiyan's wrist and turned to Song Yuanqiao, saying, "Bring me pen and ink."

Song Yuanqiao immediately presented the writing implements. Lin Daochen dipped his brush in ink, flicked his wrist, and a prescription for an elixir was completed in an instant. He handed the paper to Zhang Sanfeng, his tone calm yet exuding an undeniable certainty:

"Junior brother, gather all the herbs as quickly as possible according to this prescription."

"Once I refine the Heaven-Mending and Renewing Pill, Daiyan will be able to reconnect his limbs and tendons, restore his meridians, and his martial arts will naturally return to their peak."

As soon as the words were spoken, the room fell silent, then erupted in an uncontrollable tremor.

Yu Daiyan's previously dim eyes suddenly lit up, like a spring gushing forth from a dry well. His voice trembled:

"Master Uncle...really?"

That wasn't just asking about the treatment's effectiveness; it was someone who had been crushed by fate for years finally hearing the clarion call to turn their life around.

Lin Daochen smiled faintly, his gaze as firm as iron:

"If I say it's possible, then it's definitely possible."

The Heaven-Mending and Meridian-Regenerating Pill he just created is no ordinary healing elixir. Reconnecting broken bones and regenerating meridians are just basic operations; its true power lies in its ability to reshape a martial artist's foundation—a world apart from the Black Jade Bone-Regenerating Ointment that barely prolonged life in the original story.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression turned solemn, and he immediately agreed:

"Don't worry, senior brother, I will gather the medicinal herbs as quickly as possible!"

Sure enough, in no time at all, all the necessary medicinal materials were prepared.

Lin Daochen personally lit the furnace, and purple flames rose, the fragrance of medicine lingering for three days. Once the furnace was fully heated, three pills entwined with dragon patterns lay quietly in the jade plate—the Heaven-Mending and Renewing Pill was complete!

Everyone gathered in Yu Daiyan's room, the atmosphere both solemn and passionate.

"Qingfeng, feed it to Daiyan."

The young Taoist boy presented the pill and gently helped Yu Daiyan up. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed through his limbs and bones.

In an instant, Yu Daiyan felt as if the tendons and bones in his body, which had been broken for many years, were slowly coming back together, as if spring vines were climbing and climbing; the damaged meridians seemed to be mended by spiritual threads, inch by inch, reviving. That long-lost rhythm of life made him tremble all over.

About fifteen minutes later, a strong impulse exploded from the bottom of my heart.

He suddenly stood up, his feet firmly planted on the ground!

"I...I can stand up! I'm really healed!!"

Tears streamed down her face, soaking her clothes. Years of being bedridden, needing assistance with everything from eating and drinking to using the toilet—only those who experienced it can truly understand the humiliation and despair.

He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily:

"I have no way to repay my master's great kindness!"

Lin Daochen flicked his sleeve, and a gentle force lifted him up:

"No need for formalities. You are a disciple of Wudang, and I am your senior uncle. Saving you is only natural."

Song Yuanqiao and the others had already gathered around, some holding his hand tightly, some patting his shoulder and choking with emotion, their eyes shining.

Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing to the side, also beamed with joy.

But at that moment, Lin Daochen's eyes turned cold, and his voice, deep and cold, was like a blade being drawn from its sheath:

"Junior brother, although Daiyan's injuries have healed, this grudge cannot be left unresolved."

Zhang Sanfeng's smile faded, and he nodded emphatically:

"Senior brother is right. How can such a deep-seated hatred be allowed to end so easily!"

He is a universally respected master, but also a master who is fiercely protective of his own.

However, over the years, the clues have been like smoke and fog, and the real culprit has never been caught.

He sighed, a hint of helplessness flashing across his brow:

"Judging from the wounds, they are very similar to those caused by the Shaolin Vajra Finger technique. However, Shaolin denies it and there is no concrete evidence. Even if I am furious, I cannot overturn the Golden Summit."

The Shaolin Temple in this world, deeply rooted and imbued with the spiritual energy of all Buddhist sects, boasts countless masters. To challenge them alone? That would be suicide.

Lin Daochen sneered:

"That's right, it was indeed caused by the Vajra Finger technique."

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes turned icy, and true energy gathered in his palm: "As expected, it was Shaolin's dirty trick! This old Taoist will immediately draw his sword and head up the mountain to demand an explanation!"

"Master is right!" Song Yuanqiao gritted his teeth. "Third brother has suffered for so many years, how can it all be in vain?"

Yu Daiyan's eyes were bloodshot as he spoke, each word deliberate and deliberate:

"Shaolin... I will remember this grudge!"

Lin Daochen raised his hand, suppressing the crowd's anger.

"Wait a minute. Let me finish."

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept across the crowd:

"The person who injured you was not a Shaolin monk, but a disciple of the Vajra Sect from the Western Regions named Ah San."

"This person is currently hiding in the residence of the Prince of Ruyang of the Great Yuan Dynasty. The attack on Daiyan back then was carried out under the secret orders of the Prince of Ruyang."

Upon hearing the words "Western Regions Vajra Sect," Zhang Sanfeng's pupils constricted slightly, and he instantly understood.

"It turns out that it was Prince Ruyang and that traitorous disciple of Shaolin, the Fire-Worker Monk, who did it."

"I'm going to storm the Prince of Ruyang's mansion right now to avenge my third brother!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes turned cold, and his killing intent flashed like a blade.

He didn't ask Lin Daochen any further questions—why did the Vajra Sect target Yu Daiyan?

Now that things have come to this, cause and effect are no longer important.

The important thing is that his disciple was seriously injured, and this blood debt must be repaid in blood.

Zhang Sanfeng and the others never doubted what Lin Daochen said.

Having spent decades together, they knew this senior brother's character all too well. He never spoke falsehoods or lies; everything he said was the truth.

Just then, Yu Daiyan suddenly spoke:

"Master, my martial arts have been restored. This grudge... I want to avenge myself."

If he were to avenge such a great humiliation by having someone else do it, he would find it difficult to remain at peace, and his resolve would be shaken.

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"it is good."

"Your senior uncle recently created two unparalleled martial arts techniques. You should master them first before seeking revenge."

"Yes!" Yu Daiyan replied loudly.

Song Yuanqiao and his group had mentioned Hunyuan Taijiquan and Hunyuan Taiji Sword during their visit. He knew that these were divine skills capable of shaking the martial arts world.

At this moment, Lin Daochen spoke calmly:

"He crippled you with his finger techniques, so you should return the favor with your own."

"I have a finger technique here, take it and practice it."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out an ancient and simple manual from his bosom and handed it to Yu Daiyan.

"Thank you very much, Senior Uncle!" Yu Daiyan accepted the gift with both hands, his tone respectful.

Lin Daochen nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

The path to immortality is long and arduous; even with ten years of lifespan, one dares not slacken in the slightest.

"Third Brother, let me see what earth-shattering skill our Martial Uncle has pulled off this time?" Mo Shenggu couldn't contain his curiosity and stepped forward to ask.

"Seventh Brother, Master is here. He should take a look first." Yu Daiyan shook his head and smiled, then presented the manual with both hands. "Master, please take a look first."

Zhang Sanfeng did not refuse and reached out to take it.

Having already impressed the martial arts world with his Hunyuan Tai Chi dual skills, he naturally has high expectations for Lin Daochen's new work.

The five large characters on the cover immediately catch the eye: "Sky-Splitting Star-Shattering Finger".

With just one glance, it's as if a violent energy rushes towards you, domineering and fierce, with the intent to tear through the void leaping off the page.

"It follows the path of extreme force and power," Zhang Sanfeng immediately realized.

After finishing reading, he couldn't help but clap his hands and sigh:

"Senior brother is truly a genius! This finger technique is incomparably fierce, and its name, 'Splitting the Sky and Shattering Stars,' is truly well-deserved!"

Zhang Sanfeng's respect for his late-blooming senior brother grew ever deeper.

After years of accumulation, he suddenly realized his martial arts talent, which shone like an inverted galaxy, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

"Third brother, train hard. When you reach mastery, I will personally lead you to raze the Prince of Ruyang's mansion to the ground."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his imposing aura was revealed.

His disciple sought revenge; how could he, as the master, stand idly by? If any villain dared to use their power to oppress others, he would suppress them with even greater power!

……

Time flies like an arrow, and the seasons change.

Deep within the Wudang Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen sat quietly amidst a mountain of books, holding a Taoist classic in his hands, his gaze deep and his thoughts as profound as an abyss.

"Qi is the mother of spirit, and spirit is the child of qi. When both spirit and qi are complete, one's form and spirit are both perfect, and one can attain the realm of longevity."

The first step in cultivating immortality is not about flying or disappearing into the earth, but about sensing the spirit.

After extending his lifespan by ten years, his first step in cultivation was to create a technique that could draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"To calm the spirit, one must cultivate the Qi. Qi resides in the Dantian, and the spirit guards the Qi Sea; when the Qi is full, the spirit is at peace; when the spirit is at peace, the mind is settled; when the mind is settled, all thoughts return to oneness, the body and mind are as solid as a rock, and one's lifespan is as long as heaven..."

As he murmured, Lin Daochen's eyes gradually brightened.

[You have thoroughly studied twenty volumes of Taoist scriptures, comprehended the principles of spiritual perception, and created a new immortal technique: the Art of Gathering Mysterious Spiritual Sensations.]

My heart skipped a beat, and joy welled up inside me.

He immediately activated the newly created technique.

In an instant—

The surrounding air seemed to come alive, with wisps of extremely subtle yet vibrant energy quietly drifting through the void.

Though invisible, it can be felt.

It was a kind of essential sublimation, a purity and power far surpassing ordinary inner strength.