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

On the way out of Tingchao Pavilion, Xu Xiao cautiously probed, hoping that Xu Fengnian would become Lin Daochen's disciple. However, as soon as he uttered the words, Lin Daochen coldly rejected him, leaving no room for negotiation.

Xu Xiao's heart tightened, how could he dare to insist any further? He immediately dismissed the idea and instead pondered—he had to find a master from Wudang to connect with for his two sons, even if they didn't become disciples of Lin Daochen, just getting in touch would be a good opportunity.

But all these complicated thoughts were nothing but fleeting clouds in Lin Daochen's eyes, and he couldn't be bothered to care. Before leaving, he casually tossed out a sentence: "If you were the emperor of Liyang, you might be able to negotiate some terms with me."

His words were laced with hidden meaning and carried profound implications.

He casually mentioned that both Emperor Zhengde and Qin Shi Huang had received considerable benefits from him. As for whether Xu Xiao would be tempted? He didn't care. It was just a casual move; whether it would be useful in the future was up to fate.

After leaving the Northern Liang Prince's Mansion, Lin Daochen mounted a crane, his green robes fluttering in the wind, and alone he returned to Wudang Mountain in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang Sanfeng and the others walked slowly and unhurriedly.

……

At the same time.

The Liyang Dynasty, on the shore of the East Sea, in the city of Emperor Wu.

As Li Chungang and Xu Fengnian's group stepped through the city gate, a figure arrived like a whirlwind—it was none other than the city lord, Wang Xianzhi.

"Old Li, you've finally shown your face?" Wang Xianzhi grinned, his tone playful. "I heard you challenged Dao Chen Zhenren of Wudang to a duel at Longhu Mountain, but got humiliated?"

"Hmm." Li Chungang responded indifferently, but his eyes suddenly lit up and he said urgently, "Stop talking nonsense, take me to see the little girl in the green robe who is next to the groom, your eldest disciple."

"Green Fish?" Wang Xianzhi raised an eyebrow. "What do you want with her?"

"Don't ask any more questions." Li Chungang flicked his sleeve and strode forward. "Lead the way."

Xu Fengnian and the others were left standing there in a daze, while he followed Wang Xianzhi straight to the Yu residence.

Upon seeing the green-robed boy, Li Chungang stopped in his tracks, his eyes swirling with turmoil, as if a long-sealed sword case had been suddenly opened.

In an instant, all mental barriers shattered, and the sword intent soared to the heavens.

The shackles that he had been unable to break through for many years of seclusion crumbled at this moment—he returned to the pinnacle of swordsmanship!

Wang Xianzhi's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his fighting spirit soaring, and he immediately challenged her to a duel.

Li Chungang raised his hand to stop him, his tone resolute: "I won't fight. You're not qualified right now."

He gazed into the distance, his voice cold as frost: "I'm going to Wudang in the Ming Dynasty to meet Lin Daochen. Before him, I won't fight anyone—I need to nurture my sword."

Wang Xianzhi remained silent for a moment, then finally stopped and ceased to press the matter.

Outside the city gate, Li Chungang parted ways with the others, alone with his sword, and headed towards Wudang.

The news spread like wildfire—the Sword God in Green Robes is heading to Wudang Mountain in the Ming Dynasty to challenge Dao Chen Zhenren!

The earthquake shook the capital, drawing the attention of all dynasties. Warriors from all over the land set off, flocking to Wudang Mountain.

……

Deep in the Wudang Mountains, beside the Sutra Repository, inside the weapon-refining room.

Lin Daochen sat cross-legged in meditation, his aura as deep and boundless as the ocean.

Floating before his eyes was the Yellow-grade high-quality magic weapon—the Heavenly Prison Sword.

boom!

With a flick of his fingertips and a flurry of hand seals, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the sword like a river flowing backward.

During the battle at Longhu Mountain that day, he comprehended the "Tai Xu Yun Ling Fa" in his duel with Sun En—a method that can imbue magical artifacts with spirit and soul, transforming them from mortal objects into finished products.

Since returning to Wudang, he has secluded himself to study this art.

He first tested his skills with the Primordial Sword and the Five Elements Spirit Sword, refining them repeatedly until he achieved mastery. Today, it is finally the Heavenly Prison Sword's turn.

As time passed, the hand seals became increasingly complex and mysterious.

A massive amount of spiritual energy was compressed, shaped, and poured into the sword.

Gradually, the Heavenly Prison Sword began to glow, its light growing from faint to intense, until it finally illuminated the entire weapon-refining room, as if daylight had arrived.

The critical moment has arrived—Soul Shaping!

Lin Daochen slightly opened his eyes, his divine sense as fine as silk, manipulating spiritual energy to outline the shape of the sword.

After an incense stick had burned, a smile quietly appeared on his lips.

Become!

The spiritual energy within the sword condensed into a form—a boy in black, with a cold and stern expression, exuding a chilling killing intent.

This was his deliberate act. The Heavenly Prison belongs to the metal element, which governs killing and warfare; how could its spirit be gentle and soft? It should be this fierce and ruthless.

At this moment, although the child has the physical form, his eyes are empty and dull, and he has not yet developed any spiritual awareness.

Lin Daochen changed his hand seals again.

Streams of spiritual light shot out from his fingertips and entered the boy's head.

A moment later, those eyes slowly turned, gleaming with spiritual light.

Alive.

The final step – imbuing the spirit.

Blade & Soul, complete!

Imbuing the sword with sentience is the true finishing touch.

Once the spirit is imbued into the sword, it truly comes to life.

After a while.

The blank expression on the black-clad child's face completely vanished, and his eyes became clear and bright.

"Black Boy greets Master."

He stood atop the Heavenly Prison Sword, his figure ethereal, bowing respectfully to Lin Daochen, his tone humble and submissive.

Lin Daochen's lips curled slightly: "Go, take good care of yourself."

The black boy nodded, transformed into a dark stream of light, and suddenly disappeared into the sword, returning to silence.

Lin Daochen was in high spirits as he strode out of the weapon-refining room.

Today's move not only transformed the Heavenly Prison Sword, but also gave it the ability to defend itself.

The Black Child is formed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and is born in harmony with heaven and earth, able to draw energy into blades and control spirits into sharp edges.

From now on, Kurodoji will be able to simultaneously comprehend any sword technique he uses. Given time, even without anyone wielding the sword, the sword spirit alone will be able to slay ordinary terrestrial immortals.

Back in the quiet room of the library, he casually picked up a book on formations and continued studying it.

The calculation of the Spirit Gathering Array has reached a critical point, and only the final step to break through is needed.

Once the foundation is laid out, spiritual energy will flood the body like a tide, and the path to foundation building will be completed naturally.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Sanfeng, along with Song Yuanqiao and others, returned to Wudang, bringing news that shook the martial arts world—

Li Chungang has regained the pinnacle of swordsmanship in Wudi City and has stepped into the territory of the Ming Dynasty from the Liyang Dynasty, all for the purpose of going up Wudang Mountain and challenging Lin Daochen!

When this news spread, the heroes were in an uproar.

Upon hearing this, Lin Daochen merely raised an eyebrow in a show of defiance.

He wasn't surprised that Li Chungang wanted to fight him, but rather a hint of astonishment crossed his mind:

Is there really such a thing as reincarnation in this martial arts world?

However, he quickly changed his mind and felt relieved.

Perhaps it's just a matter of mindset and self-suggestion.

Now that Li Chungang has regained his peak form, what's wrong with a friendly spar?

It might even trigger an extraordinary level of comprehension, allowing you to advance even further.

Time passed quietly.

Before Li Chungang arrived, Wudang received good news—

After many days of seclusion, Yu Lianzhou finally broke through his cultivation level and officially entered the ranks of terrestrial immortals!

Wudang has gained another terrestrial immortal!

The news caused a sensation in the martial arts world, and his reputation soared.

Three days later, Li Chungang finally reached Wudang Mountain.

Accompanying him was a vast horde of martial arts heroes, flocking from various dynasties, numbering over ten thousand.

"Thank you, Dao Chen Zhenren!"

Upon meeting, Li Chungang clasped his hands in a deep bow, his tone extremely sincere.

"This time, I was able to break free from my obsession and return to my peak, all thanks to the guidance of the master."

I, Li Chungang, owe you a favor. I will serve you faithfully, even unto death, in the future!

He would be content to see the green-robed figure again, even if it was a reincarnated body, and would have no regrets in this life.

Lin Daochen smiled and waved his hand: "Don't worry about it."

"If you really want to thank me..." His eyes flickered slightly, "today you will display your peak swordsmanship and let me see it for myself."

Li Chungang laughed loudly: "Even without the real person saying so, I will do my utmost."

"To be honest, since returning to my peak, I haven't drawn my sword even once. The sword intent within me has been accumulating and nurturing until now, precisely so that I can face a true master in my strongest form!"

"Very good."

Lin Daochen nodded with a smile.

The two exchanged few words, but their hearts were already in sync.

They then decided to continue their duel on the cliff face at the summit of Tianzhu Peak.

It was both a battle and a record.

He carved his sword intent into the mountain rock, leaving a glimmer of hope for future generations of sword cultivators.

Upon hearing this, all the swordsmen among the onlookers were deeply moved and moved to tears.

After a while.

At the summit of Tianzhu Peak, atop a giant cliff.

Lin Daochen and Li Chungang stood facing each other in the open space in the center.

The cliff edges were already packed with people, filled with chivalrous heroes from all over the world.

Among them are many sword masters, including Deng Tai'a, the land sword immortal of the Liyang Dynasty, and Sui Xiegu, the sword-eating ancestor.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, grandmasters of swordsmanship in the Ming Dynasty...

Besides sword cultivators, countless top experts were present, including many reclusive powerhouses at the realm of terrestrial immortals.

Zhang Sanfeng and his disciples from Wudang also came to watch the battle.

Such a sword duel is a once-in-a-century event; who would want to miss it?

now.

The room was completely silent.

The two masters of swordsmanship have begun to gather their strength.

boom--!

In an instant, a domineering sword intent that could tear the sky apart surged up from Li Chungang's thin and withered body!

As the sword intent arose, countless cyan sword energies suddenly erupted from Li Chungang's body, churning in the void like waves and surging like a tide, as if the heavens and earth were being torn apart by this sharpness.

The sword's cry pierced the air, its domineering intent soaring to the heavens.

In an instant, the short, withered old man with a broken arm and a cane transformed into a peerless sword god with overwhelming killing intent.

"This is the true Li Jianshen, who has dominated the entire Jianghu of Liyang for an entire era!"

Those watching from the sidelines in the Li Yang martial arts world were all deeply shocked and whispered among themselves.

Especially for those elderly seniors, the image of that invincible figure who swept across the land and whose edge no one dared to challenge him reappeared before their eyes.

The other martial arts heroes from the other dynasties were also shaken to their core by this overwhelming power.

Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder he was able to dominate Liyang for decades—such sword intent is truly terrifying!"

Based solely on their exchange of auras, Zhang Sanfeng knew that there was still a considerable gap between him and Li Chungang.

But he didn't panic.

Because his senior brother, Lin Daochen, is invincible.

He wasn't the only one who thought this way; Song Yuanqiao and other Wudang disciples all felt the same way.

They looked calm, as if the outcome was already decided.

"good."

In the center of the arena, Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke calmly.

He truly deserves to be called a sword prodigy; this mere wisp of sword intent is enough to warrant his personal challenge to a sword duel today.

Before the words were finished—

boom!

A fierce sword aura that shot straight to the sky exploded from Lin Daochen's body. His upright body was like a sharp blade piercing through the Milky Way. The sword energy soared up and stirred up the wind and clouds!

The waves crashed, their sharp edges fully revealed.

The refined and otherworldly aura of a Taoist master was instantly replaced by boundless killing intent. His eyes, when they opened and closed, resembled a sword-wielding emperor surveying all living beings, dominating the world and brooking no resistance.

The entire hall fell into a sudden, deathly silence.

Even though many people had witnessed Lin Daochen's moves firsthand, they still couldn't help but tremble and feel a sense of submission upon feeling his true sword intent being unleashed.

At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the two people in the arena.

An earth-shattering battle is about to erupt.

A moment later.

When the two sword intents reached their peak, Li Chungang made the first move.

"Master Dao Chen, please enlighten me!"

A clear shout echoed across the mountaintop.

He stepped into the void, his broken arm waving, and the broken ancient sword "Wooden Horse Ox" in his hand was lightly raised, unleashing a shocking sword light!