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

Several hours later.

The shadow of a crane appears in the sky above the Ming Dynasty Imperial Palace.

The Imperial Guards were already used to it—Dao Chen Immortal Master's spirit pet delivering medicine was a common occurrence.

"Quickly! Inform the leader, the immortal master's spirit pet has arrived again!"

Just as a captain of the Imperial Guards uttered the order, the white crane landed, and Lin Daochen descended on the wind.

The tone immediately changed: "Urgent report to Your Majesty! Immortal Master Dao Chen has arrived in person!"

When the news reached the palace, Emperor Zhengde immediately rose to greet him without hesitation.

A moment later, inside the Imperial Study.

"What guidance do you have for me, Immortal Master?" Emperor Zhengde asked respectfully.

Lin Daochen said calmly, "I wish to make a trip to the capital of Qin to settle the conflict between the two countries once and for all."

He paused, then added, "By the way, I also brought a gift for His Majesty."

After saying that, he slightly moved his consciousness, and a jade bottle appeared from his storage ring.

The elixir in the bottle shone brightly.

"Your Majesty, please take this pill."

Emperor Zhengde took the jade bottle, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, and casually asked, "May I ask, Immortal Master, what kind of elixir is this?"

"The Elixir for Extending Life by Twenty Years"

"Oh, a... life-extending pill?!"

The emperor's pupils contracted sharply, and his voice changed tone.

Emperor Zhengde's voice suddenly rose, and the fingers holding the jade bottle trembled slightly.

"Immortal Master, is this... the legendary Longevity Pill?"

He blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement and hope, his eyes fixed intently on Lin Daochen.

Lin Daochen nodded slightly, his expression as calm as a breeze across a lake: "Indeed. Taking one will add twenty years to one's lifespan."

The words were spoken calmly, yet they struck Emperor Zhengde like a thunderbolt, leaving him utterly shaken.

"Longevity Pill!"

"A life-extending elixir that can truly extend one's life by twenty years!"

Even if one ascends the throne at a young age and is full of vigor, who can remain indifferent to the prospect of "living twenty more years"?

After a moment of stunned silence, Emperor Zhengde straightened his clothes and gathered his sleeves, bowed deeply, and said in a solemn and sincere voice, "Zhu Houzhao kowtows to thank the Immortal Master for bestowing the elixir!"

At this moment, ecstasy surged, and awe intensified.

He had no more doubts—this Dao Chen Zhenren was no ordinary martial artist, but a true immortal who had come from the clouds and transcended the mundane world!

Otherwise, who could concoct a miraculous elixir of life that defies fate out of thin air?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, his reliance on Lin Daochen reached its peak. His past efforts to gather resources for him, which had been an investment, now seemed like a perfect gamble!

"If I gain the favor of the immortal master... perhaps I can glimpse the gate to immortality!"

Ambition, like wildfire, blazed fiercely in my heart.

As a result, his attitude towards Lin Daochen became increasingly respectful, almost pious.

Lin Daochen saw it all and understood—this was exactly the result he wanted.

Humans are driven by self-interest, and emperors are no exception. Without tangible benefits, who would be willing to serve you faithfully?

Moreover, the medicinal materials used in this longevity pill were sent by Emperor Zhengde over the years; he only spent some time refining them into a pill.

"No need for such formalities."

"Your Majesty helped me gather the resources; this pill is merely a way of repaying a debt of karma."

"A mere longevity pill is nothing to worry about."

His tone was nonchalant, as if he were talking about a candy on the street.

But to Emperor Zhengde, it sounded like a raging storm.

Only a true immortal would dare to squander the elixir of life and death so casually!

After a brief pause, Lin Daochen mounted his white crane and soared into the sky, heading straight for Xianyang, the capital of the Qin Dynasty.

The journey from the capital of the Ming Dynasty to Xianyang was a long one. Even with a magical bird to carry you, you would still need to rest and recuperate along the way, and it would take two or three days to arrive.

After Lin Daochen left, Emperor Zhengde immediately summoned the Director of the Eastern Depot and the Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and coldly issued the following order:

"From this day forward, increase manpower and spare no expense to collect rare treasures and cultivation resources for the Immortal Master—quickly and comprehensively!"

……

The Royal Court of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

Khan Kublai Khan sat on the golden tent and summoned three great masters: the Demon Sect Master Meng Chixing, the Imperial Preceptor Ba Siba, and the strategist Si Hanfei. Prince Ruyang was also present.

After everyone was seated, he said in a deep voice, "I intend to raise an army to attack the Song Dynasty. What do you all think?"

"We second that proposal!" Meng Chixing and the others responded in unison.

The Yuan dynasty had long harbored ambitions to conquer the south. This generation's Khan, Kublai Khan, was a man of great talent and ambition, and his country was powerful and his army was elite. His desire to annex the Central Plains was obvious.

With the Song Dynasty confined to a corner of the country and its military defenses lax, it was the perfect prey.

After agreeing on the plan to attack the Song Dynasty, Kublai Khan posed another question: "Recently, the Great Qin and the Great Ming have been at war. What is your view on this?"

"The two nations are evenly matched; if war breaks out, it will inevitably result in rivers of blood and devastating losses," Prince Ruyang spoke first, his eyes gleaming. "At that time, our Great Yuan can first conquer the Great Song, and then seize the opportunity to annex one of them, reaping the benefits!"

The other three did not object.

Kublai Khan nodded and asked again, "If we were to choose one to attack, which country should we strike first?"

"Great Qin! It must be Great Qin!" Meng Chixing declared resolutely.

Kublai Khan frowned slightly: "Why did you make such a decision, teacher? The Qin ruler is far more wise than the Ming, isn't he even more difficult to deal with?"

Meng Chixing sighed deeply and uttered only three words:

"Wudang - Dao Chen Zhenren".

Silence fell over the tent for a moment.

Ba Siba lowered his head and remained silent, Si Hanfei's eyes were solemn, and even the usually confident Prince Ruyang fell silent.

They all understood.

That figure in white robes, ethereal and otherworldly, was no longer someone that even mortal emperors could contend with.

Wudang was the state religion of the Ming Dynasty. How could Wudang stand idly by when the Ming Dynasty was in trouble?

This means that once the Yuan army marches south, they will have to face one name directly: Dao Chen Zhenren.

This name is like a black mountain pressing down on your chest, so heavy it makes it hard to breathe.

A moment later, the Prince of Ruyang gritted his teeth and growled, "Lord of the Demonic Sect, so what if Lin Daochen is strong? He is still made of flesh and blood. Can he possibly withstand a million iron cavalry of my Great Yuan?"

His voice was filled with hatred. The pain and humiliation of Zhang Sanfeng crushing his bones with a single palm strike were etched into his very bones. He hated Zhang Sanfeng and Wudang to the core.

Meng Chixing's gaze was indifferent, but his tone was as piercing as an ice pick: "He can't stop a million iron cavalry, but killing you is as easy as turning his hand."

These words were spoken to the Prince of Ruyang, but his gaze fell on Kublai Khan, carrying a profound meaning.

Kublai Khan was startled—he understood what Meng Chixing meant: if Lin Daochen could kill the Prince of Ruyang, he could certainly kill him, the Great Khan.

If an emperor dies suddenly, the court will inevitably fall into chaos; if the army on the front lines collapses before the battle even begins, how can any conquest be achieved?

"Teacher," Kublai Khan spoke slowly, "even with the combined strength of the three of you, you still couldn't subdue him? The Imperial Preceptor has just entered the realm of a terrestrial immortal. You and I, along with my brother, are three top experts. Can't you even manage to restrain him?"

He no longer dared to hope to defeat Lin Daochen; he only hoped that someone could hold him off.

Meng Chixing shook his head, his voice heavy: "We can't stop it."

"This Dao Chen Zhenren has once slain a terrestrial celestial being. Even if the three of us joined forces, we would still be no match for him. Even if Xu Liewu were to enter the realm of terrestrial immortals, he would most likely still be no match for him."

Hulagu, whose Mongolian name is Sihanfei, was currently at the peak of the Grandmaster realm. Upon hearing this, his pupils constricted sharply: "Is he really that terrifying? Even with three terrestrial immortals attacking him, they couldn't defeat him?"

Meng Chixing smiled wryly: "It's not that I'm trying to boost their morale. People who haven't seen Lin Daochen in action have no idea how terrifying he is."

"With my current cultivation level, if I were to truly confront him... I'm afraid I would be killed with a single palm strike."

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was astonished.

Who is Meng Chixing? The number one expert in the Yuan Dynasty! Yet he couldn't even withstand a single palm strike from his opponent?

But they knew all too well that the people of Mengchi were people who never lied and were never afraid of battle.

Silence spread like a tide.

The mighty Yuan Dynasty, with its million iron cavalry, was forced to the point of not daring to make a move by a single person.

One person can govern an entire nation!

After a long silence, Kublai Khan finally spoke, his voice low but firm: "Then let's set a temporary decision—take the Song Dynasty first, and then decide what to do based on the situation of the Qin Dynasty."

"If the Qin Dynasty is severely weakened in its war with the Ming Dynasty, then we will turn our attention to attacking the Qin Dynasty."

"If their sharpness has not diminished, then we will only take the Song Dynasty."

"This time, our Great Yuan must establish a firm foothold in the Central Plains!"

His tone left no room for argument.

The harsh cold and boundless desert beyond the Great Wall cannot compare to the magnificent landscape of the Central Plains.

Meng Chixing and the others nodded in agreement, with no one objecting.

Having made his decision, Kublai Khan was still unwilling to give up. He turned to Meng Chixing and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, is there really no one in our Great Yuan Dynasty who can rival Lin Daochen?"

His ambitions were boundless; his target was not just the Song Dynasty, but the entire Central Plains! The Ming Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty were also among his ambitions!

How can we stop moving forward because of the power of one person?

"Yes," Meng Chixing finally uttered, "but it will take time."

Kublai Khan's eyes lit up, and he asked urgently, "Who? Speak quickly!"

"Pang Ban"

The two words, uttered from Meng Chixing's lips, seemed to carry the sound of thunder.

He continued, "If there is anyone in our Great Yuan Dynasty who can possibly restrain Lin Daochen, it is only this young man."

"He has found the ultimate path of the 'Great Demon Seed Cultivation Technique of the Dao Heart.' Once he succeeds, he will be able to pierce through the void and ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts!"

"At that time, Dao Chen Zhenren will be nothing more than an ant in the palm of your hand."

For the first time, a hint of sharpness and confidence appeared in Meng Chixing's tone.

This disciple is truly a prodigy.

In the past, on Mount Wudang, he was intimidated by Lin Daochen's power and his mental block was about to be formed. However, under his guidance, he broke through the adversity and pushed his demonic skills to an unprecedented height.

"Excellent!" Kublai Khan abruptly stood up and shouted, "Teacher! Whatever Pang Ban needs, whether it be precious treasures, secret manuals, or rare medicinal herbs, regardless of whether the Great Yuan Dynasty possesses them or not, you must do everything in your power to find them for me!"

"If he succeeds, the Ming Dynasty will be within reach!"

He would stop at nothing to subdue Dao Chen Zhenren!

a few days later.

Lin Daochen rode a white crane, soaring through the sky and descending over Xianyang, the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty.

"Just as the rumors said—this city of Xianyang has no outer city wall."

Lin Daochen looked down and immediately confirmed the widely circulated saying.

The Qin emperors, believing themselves to be invincible and supreme, never took precautions. They firmly believed that only the Qin's iron hooves could crush other countries, and no other country's army could possibly besiege their cities. So they simply didn't build outer walls, to demonstrate their domineering ambition and awe-inspiring power.

But this arrogance also meant that once the enemy army actually reached the city walls, Xianyang would be wide open, with no way out.

Lin Daochen glanced around and immediately locked onto his target—the magnificent, walled complex of buildings was none other than the Qin Imperial Palace. In the entire city of Xianyang, only the Imperial City was walled; it would be difficult to mistake it.

He lightly spurred the white crane and headed straight for the central square of the palace.

As they drew closer, the defenders on the city wall suddenly noticed that a giant crane was descending from the sky with the force of wind and thunder!

"What is that?!"

"Fire the arrows! Fire them now!!"

With a roar, the general unleashed a volley of arrows, raining down like a storm, relentlessly striking the figure in mid-air.