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

"This is...spiritual energy?"

Lin Daochen was filled with excitement.

He succeeded.

He took the most solid first step on his path to immortality.

More importantly—this world truly has a spirit!

Cultivating immortality is not a fantasy!

The next step is to absorb, refine, and control the spirits for use.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and he suppressed the turmoil in his heart, burying himself once again in the classics.

The first step has been taken; the rest is up to you to take each step steadily and surely.

Lin Daochen never considered researching any "drug-based ascension" formulas. It wasn't that he looked down on them, but he was very clear-headed—even if he could deduce the formula, he wouldn't be able to gather all the necessary ingredients in this world. Moreover, the path to immortality built upon external resources is ultimately unsustainable, unable to go far or stand firm.

The true path to immortality requires diligent self-cultivation, inch by inch, to achieve it.

……

On the other side, Yu Daiyan found Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes burning with anger.

"Master, the Sky-Splitting Star-Shattering Finger technique has been mastered. We can set off at any time."

His voice trembled slightly, unable to suppress the hatred and longing in his heart.

"Alright!" Zhang Sanfeng replied in a deep voice, "We'll set off tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and went alone to the library.

Upon seeing Lin Daochen, he bowed respectfully and said solemnly, "Senior Brother, I will be taking the Third Brother to the Great Yuan Dynasty tomorrow. As for matters in Wudang Mountain... I hope Senior Brother will take care of them."

Lin Daochen raised his eyes, his expression calm and indifferent.

"My ambition lies in seeking the truth; I have no intention of interfering in the chaos of the world."

He paused, then added, "After you leave, leave everything to Yuanqiao."

He refused decisively and without the slightest hesitation.

In this life, his only goal is to reach the pinnacle of immortality; everything else is insignificant. The position of Wudang Sect Leader? Worldly affairs? Insignificant. Time is precious; how can he waste it on such trivial matters?

Zhang Sanfeng tried to persuade him a few more times, but Lin Daochen remained unmoved, his heart as firm as a rock.

In the end, they had no choice but to give up.

Before leaving, Lin Daochen suddenly said, "Junior brother, after you've avenged your family, please take a detour to the Jing Shen Peak and Emerald Valley in the Kunlun Mountains of the Western Regions."

"There is a group of apes there, led by an old white ape. The complete copy of the Nine Yang Manual that Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi stole is hidden inside that white ape's belly. Go and retrieve it."

Zhang Sanfeng paused, his heart jolting.

The complete Nine Yang Manual?!

When he and Lin Daochen were young, the foundation they learned was a fragment of the Nine Yang Divine Skill orally transmitted by Master Jueyuan. At that time, they were young and ignorant, and what they learned was incomplete. Later, Jueyuan passed away, and the divine skill was divided into three parts, scattered among Wudang, Shaolin, and Emei.

His self-created Pure Yang Limitless Skill was originally derived from that small, incomplete section. If he could obtain the complete Nine Yang Manual, he could not only complete the Nine Yang Divine Skill, but also potentially elevate his own fighting techniques to a higher level!

This news is priceless!

"Senior brother, how did you find out about this?" he couldn't help but ask.

Lin Daochen's gaze remained calm as he casually replied, "I deduced this recently while studying the art of divination."

"The Heavenly Secrets Technique?!" Zhang Sanfeng's pupils shrank, utterly shocked.

That was a profound and mysterious art that even grandmasters struggled to comprehend; it was complex and difficult, and only those with great wisdom could enter its grasp. Yet Lin Daochen had mastered it without a teacher, using it effortlessly?

"Senior brother's talent is truly extraordinary, it's truly admirable!"

He was deeply moved.

Since his enlightenment, every time this senior brother speaks, it's like lifting a veil from the sky, inspiring awe and fear in those who look up to him.

Lin Daochen gently shook his head: "It's just a trivial skill."

His tone was flat and emotionless.

It wasn't out of modesty, but a genuine belief—before this vast immortal path, all other techniques were inferior.

He knew this secret only because of his precognitive abilities. But if he were to truly delve into the art of divination, with his extraordinary comprehension, it would be a natural progression.

Zhang Sanfeng gave him a deep look, then finally bowed and left.

The following day, on Mount Wudang, a storm was brewing.

Zhang Sanfeng entrusted the heavy responsibility of the mountain gate to Song Yuanqiao, and then took Yu Daiyan down the mountain, aiming their swords at the Yuan Dynasty, embarking on their journey.

……

Time flows like a river, ceaselessly.

Lin Daochen secluded himself in seclusion, ignoring all external affairs, immersing himself day and night in Daoist scriptures.

As he turned the pages of ancient books, his understanding of spiritual energy was quietly transforming.

"Preserving the spirit and nourishing the vital energy is called essence; when the vital energy is clear and swift, it is called health; when the vital energy is turbid and slow, it is called defense; and when the body governs all the spirits, it is called the body."

"The complete manifestation of all things is called form; the solid and obstructed is called substance; the observable shape is called body; the measured size is called form; the unfathomable thoughts are called spirit; the subtle and responsive sensations are called soul; the breath entering the body is called life."

……

Lin Daochen closed the "Taishang Laojun Neiguan Jing" in his hand, his eyes flashing slightly.

This statement echoes the previously mentioned "Tranquility and emptiness lead to the flow of true energy" and "Breathe in the essence of life, stand alone and guard your spirit" in the "Treatise on the Primordial Innocence of Antiquity," and is exactly the same.

You buried yourself in the secret scriptures of Taoism, comprehending the principles of the circulation of spiritual energy in heaven and earth. Combining this with your own inherent qualities, you actually managed to deduce a technique for drawing spiritual energy into your body—the Tai Su Spirit Drawing Technique.

Next, you will integrate the Mysterious Spirit Gathering Technique with the Primordial Spirit Guiding Technique to create your own immortal technique: the Mysterious Spirit Gathering Technique.

Lin Daochen sat cross-legged, his mind calm, and began to practice his newly created technique.

In an instant, the spiritual energy that had been drifting in the world flowed into his body like streams converging into a river.

The spiritual energy entered my body, making me feel completely comfortable, as if a long-awaited rain had come after a drought. My eight extraordinary meridians were quietly strengthened under the nourishment of the spiritual energy, and my muscles, bones, and skin were all tempered.

However, most of the spiritual energy dissipated in an instant and failed to remain.

Lin Daochen remained calm, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Perceiving, absorbing, intercepting, refining, controlling power... each step is a stepping stone to heaven.

The method he has created has only completed the first two steps; the road ahead is still long.

But it doesn't matter.

Accumulated soil forms mountains, where wind and rain arise; accumulated water forms deep pools, where dragons dwell.

Spiritual practice is like water dripping on a stone, gradually wearing it down. As long as you're on the right track, what's wrong with going a little slower?

Being able to draw spiritual energy into the body is already a qualitative leap. Even leaving just a trace is enough to nourish the body and meridians, laying a foundation for the future.

A balance between tension and relaxation is the way to achieve the great principles.

Lin Daochen no longer sat idly in the Sutra Repository. He got up and strolled out, walking slowly through the Wudang Mountains and forests, observing the natural flow of the world through the atmosphere.

As we approached the edge of the cliff, the clouds and mist surged and dispersed unpredictably.

"In the heavens it is qi (vital energy), on earth it takes form; form and qi interact, and all things are born..."

Suddenly, as if by lightning, a flash of inspiration struck my mind.

[You observe the ever-changing world, suddenly comprehend the true meaning of Tai Chi, and create your own unparalleled internal skill: Hunyuan Tai Chi Gong.]

Having grasped the meaning, Lin Daochen turned and headed towards Song Yuanqiao's residence.

"Greetings, Senior Master."

Upon seeing Lin Daochen arrive in person, Song Yuanqiao quickly stepped forward to pay his respects.

"No need for formalities," Lin Daochen said calmly. "I've come here today to teach you a technique of attack."

"Write this down first, then pass it on to your other junior brothers."

After saying that, he slowly began to speak, orally explaining the mental method of Hunyuan Taiji Gong.

After hearing only a few sentences, Song Yuanqiao's pupils contracted, his expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly interrupted:

"Uncle-Master, please wait! Let me get some paper and pen to take quick notes!"

As the senior disciple of Wudang, how sharp was his insight?

Even from just a few words, one can tell that this achievement is extraordinary; if even half a sentence is missed, it will be too late to regret!

He quickly took up pen and ink, copied down the contents he had just described, and checked them repeatedly to make sure they were correct before daring to ask Lin Daochen to continue.

After finishing writing the entire piece, Song Yuanqiao's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, his heart filled with turbulent emotions:

"Master Uncle... he's simply a god!"

This Hunyuan Taiji Gong governs Yin and Yang, achieving perfect harmony and unimpeded power, far surpassing the Chunyang Wuji Gong currently practiced by Wudang!

What's even more incredible is that—although it's stronger, it's also easier to learn!

Regardless of one's foundation or previous skills, one can seamlessly switch to other skills without any conflict!

Embracing all things, all laws return to their origin!

These attack methods have reached a state of perfection!

Song Yuanqiao's heart was in turmoil, a thousand words stuck in his throat, but in the end only one sentence remained:

That's incredible! Absolutely terrifying!

"Thank you so much, Master Uncle, for bestowing this teaching!" He kowtowed deeply, his tone almost devout.

Such an incredible attack method was passed down without reservation; how could one not be convinced?

Lin Daochen waved his hand: "It's nothing, no need to worry about it."

Having finished giving his instructions, he vanished in a flash.

"My master's heart is as firm as a rock in seeking the Dao, truly worthy of admiration!" Song Yuanqiao murmured, watching the departing figure.

He then summoned Yu Lianzhou and others and personally taught them Hunyuan Taiji Gong.

Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked and immediately rushed to the library to express their gratitude after copying it down.

From then on, the Seven Disciples of Wudang made rapid progress in their cultivation, advancing by leaps and bounds.

It is foreseeable that when Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Daiyan return to the mountain, they will be shocked.

At this time.

Zhang Sanfeng, along with Yu Daiyan, had infiltrated the fiefdom of the Prince of Ruyang of the Great Yuan Dynasty. They launched a surprise attack in the dead of night, storming straight into the prince's residence, a heavily guarded area.

The Ming Dynasty, where Wudang was located, had long been irreconcilably at odds with the Yuan Dynasty—to put it bluntly, their blood feud was immense. Zhang Sanfeng had no interest in playing any of those polite formalities with the Prince of Ruyang.

"Master Zhang, what is the meaning of this? Why have you trespassed into my residence?"

Upon hearing the news, Prince Chahantemur of Ruyang immediately led his men to the scene.

He dared not be disrespectful in the slightest to this renowned martial arts grandmaster.

Although he held significant military power, the Prince's residence was not a military camp; how could it be equipped with tens of thousands of armored soldiers at any time?

Moreover, for someone of Zhang Sanfeng's caliber, as long as he's not foolish enough to directly confront an army of thousands, ordinary weapons simply cannot harm him.

The only one who can subdue a Grandmaster is another Grandmaster, or... a legendary terrestrial immortal.

Behind Chahantemur, a middle-aged man with a sinister face suddenly narrowed his eyes and his pupils constricted—

Yu Daiyan? He actually stood up?!

"That's impossible! I personally did it back then, breaking my bones and shattering all eight extraordinary meridians. How could he possibly recover?!"

This man was none other than Ah San, the Vajra Sect master who ambushed Yu Daiyan back then.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's expression was calm, but his voice was as cold as ice:

"Prince Ruyang, you ordered your subordinate Ah San to harm my disciple back then. Today, this old Taoist priest has come to settle this old score in person."

Before he finished speaking, the Indian man's expression changed slightly, and he almost instinctively took a half step back.

He never dreamed that this matter would be exposed!

Back then, he disguised himself and went into hiding without making a sound. Who exactly leaked the news?

Although he quickly regained his composure, Zhang Sanfeng was no ordinary man. His eyes were sharp as knives, and he had already seen through Zhang Sanfeng's momentary wavering.

"You—are Indian."

Zhang Sanfeng slowly raised his eyes, his aura pressing down like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, his eyes like lightning piercing straight into his soul.

"Come out yourself."

"Master Zhang, there must be a misunderstanding!" Prince Ruyang hurriedly interjected. "I have no enmity with your sect, how could I possibly do such a despicable thing?"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered: "The evidence is conclusive, no further explanation needed."

"You don't need to make excuses."

"We'll settle our score later."

"Now—take care of this dog first."

Yu Daiyan's eyes were bloodshot, and years of suppressed rage exploded. He took a step forward, his finger pointing directly at the Indian, his voice like thunder:

"Indian! Come out and face your death!"

"Your Highness!" Ah San's heart pounded wildly, and he looked at Chahantemur for help.

He wasn't afraid of Yu Daiyan, but now standing in front of him was Zhang Sanfeng!

That was an existence whose very breath could crush heaven and earth; he didn't even have the courage to approach it.

"Quickly go and invite Master to come out of the pass to meet the enemy." Prince Ruyang lowered his voice and whispered the order to the attendant beside him.

He then stepped forward, forcing himself to remain calm, and said:

"Master Zhang, as a Grandmaster, isn't it going too far to coerce a junior like this?"

"Such behavior is contrary to the rules of the martial arts world. It is beneath one's dignity."

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, a slight sneer playing on his lips, his expression full of mockery:

"When he took advantage of my disciple's paralysis after he was poisoned to kill him, why didn't he talk about any of the rules of the martial arts world?"

"You're talking to me about rules now? That's utterly ridiculous."

"Given the old Taoist's temperament, he should have killed this man with a single palm strike today."

"But—I will take revenge myself."

"So, give him a chance to make a move."

A glint of light flashed in Ah San's eyes, and he immediately replied:

"Master Zhang, if I defeat Yu Sanxia, ​​will all past grievances be wiped clean?"

Since things had come to this point, there was no point in denying it, so he simply admitted it and took a gamble with his life.

Before Zhang Sanfeng could respond, Yu Daiyan coldly continued:

"That's right! If you can defeat me today, I'll accept my fate and let bygones be bygones!"

"Alright!" Ah San agreed loudly, afraid the other party might change their mind. "If Yu Sanxia is truly capable, what's wrong with giving you my life?!"

He turned to look at Zhang Sanfeng and tentatively asked:

"Master Zhang, you won't object to your disciple's decision, will you?"

Zhang Sanfeng snorted coldly, his tone indifferent:

"Hmph! No need to provoke me. I will not stop my disciple from speaking."

How could Ah San's little schemes escape his notice?

Ironically, this person actually believed that this would save his life.

Naive.