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

Wudang Mountain.

The library was as quiet as a deep pool.

Lin Daochen stood in front of several old wooden boxes, opening them one by one. His divine sense swept across them like a hawk soaring through the sky, precisely selecting those items containing spiritual energy that could be used by him, and storing them all in his storage ring.

The cultivation resources sent by Shaolin were vast and varied, but only one or two out of ten truly caught his eye. The rest of the classic texts had been neatly arranged by Wudang disciples on the bookshelves of the Sutra Repository, their ink fragrance faintly present, containing a thousand years of heritage.

As expected of a Buddhist giant that has stood for thousands of years, its profound heritage is truly remarkable.

After about half an incense stick's time, the selection was completed.

Lin Daochen waved his sleeve, ordering his disciples to move the remaining resources to the Wudang Treasury for safekeeping. Although this batch of outer sect resources was ordinary, it was enough to transform an ordinary disciple.

What's even more amazing is that this batch of medicinal herbs actually contained all the ingredients needed for a pill formula he had created earlier.

This pill is called the "Centennial Pill," and its effects are straightforward and powerful: taking one pill can add a hundred years' worth of internal energy to a martial artist!

It was of little value to him, but to Song Yuanqiao and the others, it was an incredible opportunity.

With this pill, their combat power will achieve a qualitative leap.

Of course, hoping to use this to ascend to the realm of mortal immortals in one step? That's wishful thinking.

The journey from Grandmaster to Immortal on Earth is not achieved simply by accumulating power; the key lies in comprehending one's own true martial arts essence.

Back then, Zhang Sanfeng was stuck at the peak of the Grandmaster level for many years. It was only because the Way of Tai Chi suddenly appeared that he was able to glimpse the crack in the Heavenly Gate and take that final step.

Having made up his mind, Lin Daochen turned and entered the alchemy room.

The fire in the stove was lit, and the aroma of medicine gradually intensified.

In addition to the Hundred-Year Pill, he also casually refined several Great Rejuvenation Pills—healing treasures that could save lives in critical moments.

Half an hour later, the elixir was completed.

The seven Hundred-Year Pills gleamed with a warm, jade-like light, while the two Great Rejuvenating Pills subtly emitted a swirling aura of rosy clouds.

He stepped out of the alchemy room, and with a thought, summoned Song Yuanqiao and six others via telepathy.

Shortly after, footsteps were heard.

Seven figures filed in, their expressions respectful.

Lin Daochen didn't waste any time. He flipped his palm, and seven hundred-year pills quietly appeared. He handed one to each person and briefly explained the effects of the pills.

Before the words were even finished, the seven people's expressions changed drastically, they all gasped and their pupils dilated violently!

A single elixir can increase one's cultivation level by a hundred years?!

This is beyond precious; it's a treasure that could shake up the entire martial arts world!

During the Song Dynasty, a bloody battle raged in Wuyi Mountain. Heroes frantically fought for a "Limitless Elixir"—rumored to grant sixty years of internal energy. The battle resulted in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the world lost its color!

But this pill is far more potent! It's practically a miracle cure!

After the initial shock, the seven people almost instinctively put the pills back on the table, repeatedly waving their hands in refusal:

"Senior Uncle, this item is far too valuable; we dare not accept it! Please take it back!"

"Yes, we will always remember your kindness, but this pill... it's truly astonishing!"

"We have already received so much kindness from you; we absolutely cannot accept such a generous gift!"

"..."

It wasn't just empty politeness; I genuinely felt it was too much to accept and was unworthy of it.

Lin Daochen remained unmoved and said calmly, "Take them all back. These things are useless to me; they were originally made for you."

"this……"

The seven people looked at each other, and finally stopped refusing.

They stepped forward in unison, retrieved the pills, and then knelt down and kowtowed in unison, their voices booming like bells:

"Thank you so much, Master Uncle, for bestowing this treasure!"

Lin Daochen accepted the greeting with composure, nodded slightly, and waved for them to leave.

After everyone left, the pavilion returned to silence.

He casually pulled out a book, his fingertips lightly tracing the cover, his gaze calm.

In the days to come, besides continuing the top priority of deducing the Foundation Establishment chapter of the "Yin Yang Creation Technique," there was another matter that had to be accomplished—

Improve the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique".

On that day, during his life-or-death duel with the Sweeper Monk at Shaoshi Mountain, he unleashed his potential in the midst of the crisis and completed the initial optimization of this attack method. However, the new version still has flaws.

The most obvious problem is the insufficient increase in combat power: although the pseudo-Foundation Establishment stage is above the ninth level of Qi Refining, it is still a step behind when fighting against a true Foundation Establishment stage.

Therefore, Lin Daochen had an idea—could he make some improvements to his attack methods so that when he used secret techniques, his combat power would truly be comparable to that of a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator?

However, he also knew in his heart that this matter was unlikely to succeed. The threshold of a great realm was there, and it was not something that could be crossed easily. He was just trying it out casually, and he wouldn't dwell on it if it didn't work out.

What truly concerned him were two other directions.

Firstly, there's the duration of the "Burning Spirit Explosion Technique." Currently, this secret technique can only last for a quarter of an hour at most; pseudo-Foundation Establishment combat power dissipates in the blink of an eye, making it utterly ineffective.

Secondly, there's the cooldown limitation. The new Arcane Art can only be used once every three months. This cooldown is too long, making it impossible to use in crucial moments. A shorter cooldown would be much more practical.

Of course, these optimizations are ultimately just side hustles. Compared to delving into the foundational chapters of the "Yin Yang Creation Technique," they're merely scraps. I just tinker with them casually when I have some free time.

The next few days.

On Mount Wudang, powerful auras rose one after another into the sky.

Besides Yu Lianzhou, who was already a Grandmaster, Song Yuanqiao and the others also broke through their cultivation levels and entered the ranks of Grandmasters.

As for Yu Lianzhou, although the Hundred-Year Pill failed to help him ascend to the realm of a terrestrial immortal, it did propel him to the peak of Grandmaster. He only needs to gain enlightenment about his own martial arts to ascend to immortality.

Below him, the most promising candidates to reach the status of a terrestrial immortal are Mo Shenggu and Zhang Cuishan.

Mo Shenggu still possessed Wu Yazi's lifelong true essence within his body, giving him a solid foundation and allowing him to naturally surpass everyone else in progress.

Zhang Cuishan, on the other hand, was exceptionally gifted, possessed extraordinary comprehension, and cultivated at a speed that could be described as monstrous.

The news that Wudang had gained six grandmasters overnight caused a stir in the martial arts world. Various sects discussed the matter extensively, and Wudang's prestige soared once again, seemingly poised to take the lead.

Despite the changing circumstances in the outside world, Lin Daochen remained oblivious.

He continued to seclude himself in the library every day, immersing himself in the profound mysteries of Taoism.

Time flies, and another period of time has passed in the blink of an eye.

This day.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen held a scroll of Daoist scriptures, reading it intently.

"...It is essential to refine the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit together, replenishing essence with essence, energy with energy, and spirit with spirit. Only when the three are unified can the foundation be established. If they can be unified, the foundation is established; if they cannot be unified, the foundation is destroyed. This is what is meant by 'becoming one.'"

Upon reading this, a burst of inspiration struck me!

Previously scattered insights suddenly connected, like rivers flowing into the sea, leading to a sudden and comprehensive understanding.

You have deeply studied the Daoist canon, thoroughly comprehended the principles of foundation building for cultivators, and created the immortal technique: "The Yin-Yang Creation Technique (Foundation Building Chapter)".

Lin Daochen's lips curled up, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Become!

The attack technique is complete!

Next, all that's needed is to obtain the spiritual items and spiritual energy required for Foundation Establishment before you can officially attempt to reach the Foundation Establishment realm!

How could I not be happy about such a momentous occasion?

The path to immortality is long and arduous, but the journey never ends.

After a brief moment of joy, just as he was about to continue reading the Daoist canon, he suddenly saw his spirit pet, a white crane, fly swiftly in through the window, carrying a string of glistening fruits in its beak.

"What good stuff has this guy found this time?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Lin Daochen's eyes.

The white crane landed in front of him and offered him fruit.

"Bizhen fruit?"

Having immersed himself in classical texts for many years and possessing extensive knowledge, Lin Daochen recognized him at a glance.

"You're in luck. This fruit is useless to me, but it's a great tonic for you."

He smiled and rubbed the white crane's head.

This fruit is specifically designed to cultivate the meridians and physical body of animals, and can greatly enhance physical strength.

After a moment's thought, Lin Daochen took the fruit into the alchemy room, added several auxiliary medicines, and refined it into a pill.

After being refined again by alchemical fire, the medicinal effects are purer and the absorption is easier.

After feeding the white crane one pill, he took out a jade bottle, carefully put away the remaining pills, and hung it around the white crane's neck.

"Let the gentle breeze feed you one pill every day."

He gave it a brief explanation and then let it go.

Having served by his side year-round and nourished by spiritual energy, the white crane was already extraordinary. Now, with the aid of elixirs, its physical strength is probably no less than that of the so-called demonic beasts in the cultivation world.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Lin Daochen picked up the Daoist canon again, continuing to immerse himself in it.

……

The Imperial Palace of the Ming Dynasty.

The Grand Secretary, accompanied by the Minister of War, rushed into the inner palace to request an audience with Emperor Zhengde.

"Your Majesty, urgent report from the front!"

"The Qin army is pressing in, their offensive like a raging storm. Our army is suffering repeated defeats. We request the court to send reinforcements immediately!"

The Grand Secretary, with a solemn expression, strode into the hall and bowed to Emperor Zhengde to report.

Emperor Zhengde frowned, his voice low and slow but leaving no room for argument: "Explain yourself."

Immediately afterwards, the Grand Secretary and the Minister of War stood side by side on the steps and explained the battle situation in detail.

Emperor Zhengde quickly understood the crux of the problem.

The Qin soldiers were indeed slightly superior in combat strength, but what was truly fatal was that the number of martial arts experts in their ranks far exceeded that of the Ming Dynasty—not only were there a large number of innate masters roaming the battlefield, but there were also top grandmasters hidden among them!

Although these men could not single-handedly annihilate an army, they appeared and disappeared like ghosts, specializing in killing generals without leaving a trace. Several Ming generals had already died from assassination attempts, and morale within the army was wavering.

"Your Majesty," the Grand Secretary said in a deep voice, "the most urgent matter is to request Wudang to take action."

Emperor Zhengde nodded slowly, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

The situation is now extremely precarious, and the only option left is to seek help from that reclusive master.

"You will personally make a trip to Wudang," he ordered.

"My lord, I obey your order."

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Wudang Mountain, Tianzhu Peak.

A vast cliffside plain stretches across the sea of ​​clouds, with mist surging like a tide, resembling a fairyland.

Today, Lin Daochen did not sit cross-legged in the Sutra Repository to study the classics, but stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly observing the changes in the world.

As far as the eye can see, the vast expanse of clouds surges endlessly, gathering and dispersing unpredictably, as if the great Dao itself were flowing.

[As you gaze upon the undulating sea of ​​clouds, you suddenly comprehend the mechanism of the gathering and dispersing of mist, and grasp the subtleties of the interplay between reality and illusion—thus, the immortal sword technique "Smoke and Cloud Sword Manual" is born!]

"It was an unexpected gain." Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly, his expression indifferent.

Originally, I was just tired of reading and casually went for a walk to enjoy the scenery. I never expected that this would lead me to create a new skill.

Having mastered the sword technique, he was in no hurry to leave. He remained standing with his hands behind his back, letting the mountain wind blow through his robes.

Innovation is commendable, but appreciating the scenery should not be neglected either.

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at the same time.

The stone steps leading to the gate of Wudang Mountain were bustling with noise.

That ancient pavilion, imbued with Lin Daochen's sword intent, remains a sacred place in the hearts of swordsmen of the martial world.

Since the battle at Shaoshi Mountain, Dao Chen Zhenren's name has resounded throughout the world, and this place has become a bustling hub of activity, with a constant stream of people coming to admire him.

Even if one cannot pass the sword intent trial and meet the true master, one can still hone oneself and improve one's understanding through this sword intent. Everyone says: "We will not leave empty-handed after coming here."

On this day, a burly figure strode in.

This man came from the Song Dynasty. He was physically imposing, with an aura as deep as an abyss, and his eyes were unfathomable.

He glanced at the ancient pavilion, and after the previous swordsman was defeated and left, he stepped inside.

In an instant, all around fell silent.

However, in just a moment, the person had calmly crossed the pavilion and stepped out from the other end.

The next instant, he roared to the sky, his voice echoing through the mountain peaks:

"The Great Song Dynasty, Dugu Qiubai—has come to challenge the Sword Daoist Master Chen!"

The sound was as loud as thunder, echoing endlessly through thousands of mountains and valleys.

The moment the words left his lips, a clear and peaceful voice drifted down from the mountaintop:

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you on the mountain."

It was Lin Daochen, who was at the cliffside of Tianzhu Peak, who answered.