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

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A gust of wind pierced her shoulder, and Abbess Miejue was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood as she crashed heavily onto the bluestone floor of Zixiao Palace. The Heaven-Slaying Sword flew out of her hand and clattered to the side.

"The Abbess Miejue has been defeated!"

"My God! Yu Erxia has only just entered the Grandmaster realm, yet he's already defeated a veteran expert like Miejue?"

"The key is that it was bare-handed against a sword! The opponent was wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword, yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow!"

"This Grandmaster title sounds intimidating, but is this all the skill he has in actual combat?"

"They're so bad, they really don't deserve the title."

The mocking words felt like needles pricking her eardrums. The Abbess Miejue was consumed by rage, and a sweet taste rose in her throat as she spat out another mouthful of blood.

"I've heard that my master has a fondness for rare and exotic weapons, so I'm offering this sword to you."

With a flick of his sleeve, Yu Lianzhou brought the Heaven-Slaying Sword into his palm.

He looked up at the disheveled Abbess Miejue, his tone calm yet undeniable: "You lost. As agreed, ten slaps as an apology. Surely the dignified head of the Emei Sect wouldn't break her word?"

"Second Master Yu!" Abbess Jingxuan stepped forward, her voice tense. "The sect leader has been defeated, and the sword is yours. Why force him further? After all, Lady Guo and Master Zhang had a past..."

"If it weren't for the old friendship between my master and your sect's founder," Yu Lianzhou's gaze turned cold, "she would already be dead by now, just for the words she used to insult my fifth brother and his wife."

Abbess Miejue abruptly shoved away the disciple who was trying to help her up, and coldly snorted, "This humble nun has always kept her word. Today, though my skills are inferior, I have lost decisively!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A series of crisp slaps rang out as she slapped herself across the face with her left hand.

"Zhang Wuxia, Madam Zhang... it was this humble nun who uttered malicious words and made false accusations. Today I admit my mistake and apologize to you!"

Each slap is both a punishment and the sound of dignity collapsing.

After the ten strikes were finished, she had no face to stay any longer. She turned up, led the Emei group away in haste, her back view desolate.

"Thank you, Second Senior Brother!"

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu stepped forward and sincerely thanked them.

He secretly vowed in his heart: from now on, he would work hard to cultivate himself, and if he encountered any more troubles, he would no longer rely on others to help him.

Yu Lianzhou smiled and waved his hand: "We're brothers, no need to thank me. Don't worry, with us here, no one can touch you."

Although the storm has subsided at Mount Emei, the turmoil has not yet subsided.

The other sects remained silent, no one daring to speak out, placing their last hope in Shaolin.

In the martial arts world today, the only one that can still directly rival Wudang is that ancient temple with a history of thousands of years—Shaolin Temple.

As expected, Shaolin did not disappoint the other sects. A gaunt old monk slowly stepped forward, his eyes sharp as lightning, and stared directly at Song Yuanqiao: "Hero Song, does Wudang truly intend to protect this demon Xie Xun today?"

He was not tall, but his voice was as loud as a bell, shaking the pillars of Zixiao Palace and the echo lingered for a long time.

Song Yuanqiao remained unmoved, his tone indifferent: "Master Kongzhi is mistaken. Xie Xun is neither a disciple of Wudang nor on Wudang Mountain. How can you claim to be protecting him? If you wish to seek revenge, you are free to investigate yourselves—if you catch him, kill him. It has nothing to do with Wudang."

"But among all the people in the world, only Zhang Wuxia knows Xie Xun's whereabouts! If he refuses to tell us, how can we find him?" Kongzhi pressed in a deep voice, each word as firm as iron.

Song Yuanqiao remained calm: "That has nothing to do with my fifth junior brother. He knows it's his business, whether he speaks or not is entirely up to him. He doesn't owe you any explanation."

"Outrageous!" Kongzhi's eyes widened in fury. "Xie Xun killed my senior brother Kongjian, this is an irreconcilable feud! How can Shaolin let this go? Zhang Wuxia, today—you have to tell me, whether you like it or not!"

"If you don't hand over Xie Xun's whereabouts, our various sects will never let things go peacefully with Wudang!"

Before the words were even finished, the crowd was enraged. Shouts erupted from all sides:

"Yes! We absolutely cannot let them get away!"

"To force Wudang to speak up, they must do so!"

Amidst the commotion, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out: "Great Hero Song, your sect's insistence on concealing this... could it be that you intend to monopolize the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in a scholar's robe, none other than Sect Leader Xianyu. Upon hearing this, countless gazes instantly focused on the Wudang disciples, their meaning shifting dramatically.

Zhang Songxi sneered, retorting, "Ha, Sect Leader Xianyu is quite the scapegoat. You're all jumping around higher than anyone else, truly seeking revenge? More likely, you're after the Dragon-Slaying Saber. As far as I know, many of you have absolutely no connection to Xie Xun, so what deep-seated hatred could you possibly have?"

The various factions were furious upon hearing this and refuted it one after another, and it looked like it was about to turn into a chaotic battle.

Just then, a soft chant of Buddhist sutras pierced the sky like an ancient bell—

hum!

The entire Zixiao Palace fell silent for a moment, as if even breathing was suppressed.

Xuan Cheng looked calmly at Zhang Sanfeng: "Master Zhang, today's matter ultimately requires your word."

Noisy arguments are pointless; the only ones who can truly decide the outcome are the two of them—two beings who have reached the realm of terrestrial immortals.

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the assembled heroes in the hall, his tone resolute:

"My disciples' will is my will."

"Your feud with Xie Xun has nothing to do with Wudang. If you want to find out, go find it yourselves."

"My fifth disciple is unwilling to speak, and no one will force him to utter a single word today!"

"If anyone wants to make a move—this humble Taoist will accompany them to the end."

"I've lived to be a hundred years old, and in fights, I've never been afraid of anyone!"

Each word and phrase was like a knife cleaving a mountain, its momentum overwhelming.

Those aged yet sharp, sword-like eyes swept across the crowd, and the previously boisterous martial arts heroes all lowered their heads and fell silent.

Everyone knew in their hearts that this kind-looking old Taoist priest was no benevolent master at all. Of those who had opposed him back then, nine out of ten were now in their coffins, and the remaining one had broken his bones.

Moreover—he has now reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal, and can overturn rivers and seas with every move he makes.

The only one who could remain calm throughout the entire event was probably Shaolin Xuancheng.

Deep within the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen silently observed everything with his divine sense, and couldn't help but smile. This junior brother, even at a hundred years old, hasn't changed his temper in the slightest; he's easily angered.

As he pondered, a sudden thought struck him, as if he sensed something, and his gaze abruptly turned to the plaza outside the Purple Cloud Palace—

There, a new atmosphere quietly descended.

A terrestrial deity!

If he hadn't been focused on the situation inside the hall the whole time, he would have almost failed to notice this person approaching.

At this moment.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, Meng Chixing and his disciples stood in front of a man.

The man held a large broom, wore a simple monk's robe, and had an indifferent expression.

"Ming King... what is this?" Meng Chixing stared at the person in front of him, his shock barely concealed.

Both being top-tier masters from beyond the realm, he had met Kumārajīva several times in his younger days. Now, seeing him again, the other was sweeping the ground at the Wudang Mountain gate, acting like a menial servant—

How could a grandmaster of martial arts have fallen to such a state?

Kumārajīva shook his head with a wry smile, only sighing, "Don't mention it... I had no choice in the matter."

Kumārajīva raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a bitter smile, but said nothing more. Such matters were best left unsaid.

"Is the Demonic Sect also after Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

He spoke softly, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

Upon hearing this, Meng Chixing chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Xie Xun? The Dragon-Slaying Saber? I have no interest in that. I'm here only to meet Master Zhang again—that battle isn't over yet."

"Oh?" Kumārajīva's eyes lit up, slightly surprised. "You've actually stepped into the realm of terrestrial immortals? That's truly something to celebrate."

As he spoke, a hint of undisguised envy flashed in his eyes.

He then lowered his voice and said, "However, things may not go as you wish today. All the sects are gathering at Zixiao Palace to launch an attack on Wudang. Leading them is Shaolin Xuancheng—he has also become a terrestrial immortal."

With so many people around, he deliberately concealed himself. After all, his status was what it was; as the dignified Great Wheel King and the National Preceptor of Tibet, he had to maintain some decorum.

But as soon as those prestigious sects arrived, he secretly observed them. He felt Xuan Cheng's aura was as deep and boundless as the sea, and a sense of oppression washed over him. With his Grandmaster's instincts, he immediately concluded: this person had broken through the shackles and reached the pinnacle.

"Xuancheng? The Xuancheng who is known as the number one person in Shaolin for two hundred years?" Meng Chixing's pupils shrank slightly, then his expression turned serious. He cupped his hands to Kumārajīva, "Thank you for the warning, Your Majesty. We'll talk another day."

He turned and called out, "Ban'er, let's go to the palace!"

He had to fight Zhang Sanfeng before Xuancheng. Otherwise, if the old monk fought first, regardless of the outcome, Zhang Sanfeng would be severely weakened. Even if he won then, it wouldn't be a glorious victory.

What he wanted was a fair and square duel.

The defeat at Lianshan Pass was etched into his heart like a brand. Only by personally defeating Zhang Sanfeng could he wash away the shame and sever his inner demons. It was this obsession that helped him open the door to becoming a terrestrial immortal; yet, it was also this obsession that became the shackles binding his path.

Only by breaking it with his own hands can his martial arts continue to progress.

Therefore, when Bai Sun Dao Ren invited him to join forces to attack Zhang Sanfeng yesterday, he refused without hesitation. Even though it was an order from the Crown Prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty, it was not as important as the battle in his heart.

……

at the same time.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hearing Zhang Sanfeng's cold and hard response, Xuan Cheng didn't waste any words and said loudly, "Since that's the case, let's see who's the real deal with their skills."

"It is said in the martial arts world that Master Zhang's martial arts originated from Shaolin, yet he surpassed his master. Today, this humble monk will see whether this claim is true or false!"

Behind these words lies a long-standing grudge within Shaolin.

In the eyes of many Shaolin monks, Zhang Sanfeng was once a disciple abandoned by the temple, and his knowledge was originally from Shaolin. Now he has established his own school and his reputation has surpassed that of the ancestral temple, which is a traitorous act.

What's even more infuriating is that Zhang Sanfeng has been famous throughout the world and enjoyed unparalleled fame in recent years, making Shaolin pale in comparison. Some people have been holding back their anger for a long time, and today they finally seized the opportunity to launch an attack.

Faced with provocation, Zhang Sanfeng would not back down an inch.

Just as they were about to engage in battle, a familiar voice suddenly rang out, piercing through the palace:

"Today is my junior brother's 100th birthday, and it is not appropriate to fight. But since you have come to challenge me, no one in Wudang can back down—so I will take your blow on behalf of my junior brother."

Before the words were finished, a lightning-like beam of light tore through the air.

Lin Daochen appeared beside Zhang Sanfeng, his face cold and his gaze sharp as a knife, piercing Xuan Cheng.

He had already sensed the unusual movement with his divine sense while in the library, and instantly activated the Sumeru Lightning Escape to rush over.

His appearance stunned everyone present.

"Who is this old Taoist priest? Did you see how he appeared? He was so fast!"

"I didn't see it clearly, I just saw a flash of white light, and then I was standing there... without any warning!"

"He just called Master Zhang 'junior brother'? Could he be a hidden old monster from Wudang?"

"I've never heard of this person in the martial arts world. How strong could he be?"

"Hmph, being fast in light footwork doesn't mean you're good in actual combat. There are plenty of fancy moves that can run faster than anyone else."

While everyone was discussing, Xuan Cheng was already intently observing Lin Daochen.

This person exuded a strange aura, not the imposing presence of a terrestrial immortal, but rather a profound and unfathomable presence that commanded respect.

Just then, another sound exploded, causing the beams in the hall to tremble slightly:

"Master Zhang! Meng Chixing—I've come specifically to seek your guidance! The battle at Lianshan Pass back then wasn't enough; today, let's have another satisfying fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chixing strode in with Pang Ban, their momentum overwhelming the entire scene.

"It's Meng Chixing, a top expert of the Great Yuan Dynasty! He's actually come to challenge Master Zhang. It seems he's also entered the realm of a terrestrial immortal!"

"That's right, I heard from my friends in the martial arts world up north a couple of days ago that Meng Chixing recently broke through to a higher level, and his strength has increased dramatically!"

"He's here for the Battle of Lianshan Pass, clearly seeking revenge! Today, the political landscape of Wudang is about to change dramatically."