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

The next day.

Lin Daochen sat upright in the Sutra Repository, continuing to deduce the final structure of the Spirit Gathering Array.

With flowing strokes and fluttering patterns, the entire formation is gradually approaching perfection.

Just then, Yu Lianzhou and the others completed their journey and returned to Wudang.

The next day, the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty, surrounded by elite guards, ascended the gate of Wudang Mountain.

Their intention was clear—to ask for help.

The Song Dynasty had been repeatedly defeated by the Yuan Dynasty, its borders had fallen, and its capital was in imminent danger.

When faced with a life-or-death situation, they thought of Wudang.

There are two reasons:

Firstly, Wudang was the state religion of the Ming Dynasty, and its influence was unfathomable. If Wudang asked the Ming Dynasty to send troops, the Ming emperor would find it extremely difficult to refuse.

Secondly, Dao Chen Zhenren once single-handedly quelled the war between the Great Qin and the Great Ming, and his prestige has shaken all nations. If he were willing to step forward to intimidate the Great Yuan, the other side might not dare to continue its invasion.

Upon learning the purpose of the visit, Song Yuanqiao dared not make a decision on his own and immediately led the Crown Prince to the Sutra Repository to meet Lin Daochen.

……

Inside the library, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

The Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty stood below the hall, looking tense, his palms slightly sweaty.

He had already made it clear: as long as Dao Chen Zhenren was willing to help, the Great Song Dynasty would agree to any conditions.

This is a national consensus.

To continue the nation's prosperity, we will spare no expense.

Lin Daochen sat quietly for a long time, his eyes flickered slightly, and finally he nodded.

He decided to help.

It wasn't that they had great pity for the common people, but rather that—although the Song Dynasty was weak, it was extremely wealthy.

Such a country, if managed properly, would be an excellent resource-collecting machine.

This will greatly benefit his future spiritual practice.

On the other hand, he was unwilling to stand by and watch the Yuan Dynasty, this foreign tribe from beyond the Great Wall, trample the Central Plains.

"I agree to this," Lin Daochen said, his voice calm yet thunderous.

"Thank you so much, Master!" The Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty was overjoyed and almost knelt down on the spot.

As for the conditions proposed by Lin Daochen—collecting rare and precious materials, and establishing Wudang as the state religion… the Crown Prince agreed to them without even blinking. As long as the Song Dynasty could be preserved, he would accept any hardship, let alone these conditions.

"Master, when will you depart for the Great Yuan?" the Crown Prince asked respectfully.

Lin Daochen chuckled lightly: "Me? No need."

"Writing a letter will suffice. Just send someone to deliver it to the Great Yuan Khan."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up his brush and wrote with great strokes. The ink flowed like dragons and snakes, and he sealed the brush and handed it over in a moment.

He is currently focused on researching the Spirit Gathering Array, so how could he have the time to make a personal trip? Besides, with his current reputation, he doesn't need to show his face at all.

Unless the Great Khan of the Yuan Dynasty is a fool, upon seeing this letter, he should know that no one can afford the consequences of disobeying him.

Meng Chixing, the number one expert of the Great Yuan Dynasty and a member of the Demonic Sect, was nothing more than an ant that could be crushed with a flick of his wrist. If he were to personally take the Khan's life, who could stop him?

"Real person... this... is it really going to work?" The prince clutched the letter, his eyes full of doubt.

Lin Daochen's eyes flickered slightly, and he said calmly, "Don't worry. If the Great Yuan Khan doesn't know what's good for him, I don't mind personally visiting him and having a 'deep talk' with him for one night."

His tone was flat, yet it carried a chilling undertone.

The crown prince was startled, but immediately felt reassured.

Immediately, carrying the seemingly ordinary but actually murderous letter, he led his men away from the mountains and headed straight back to the Song Dynasty.

Lin Daochen, on the other hand, returned to the depths of the Scripture Pavilion to continue his final sprint toward his foundation-building plan.

……

a few days later.

The Royal Court of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

After reading the letter, Kublai Khan remained silent for a long time, his face ashen. After a moment, he ordered in a deep voice: "Summon Mongchixing, Basiba, and Sihanfei to an audience."

The three who entered the hall were all top experts of the Great Yuan Dynasty, the likes of terrestrial immortals.

"See for yourselves," Kublai Khan said, handing out the letter.

Meng Chixing glanced at it, his pupils shrinking sharply: "The Song people actually managed to get Dao Chen Zhenren involved?!"

He read intently, scrutinizing each word. Suddenly, he let out a muffled groan, his eyes closed tightly, and blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.

"Teacher!" Kublai Khan asked in surprise.

"It's alright." Meng Chixing opened his eyes, his expression solemn. "This letter is indeed in the handwriting of the real person. I just tried to probe the handwriting with my true energy, but I was attacked by the residual sword intent."

He handed the letter to Phagpa and whispered, "Do not touch it with your internal energy—it contains a chilling sword aura; the slightest carelessness will harm your spirit."

To be able to harm someone like him based solely on the lingering meaning of a letter—only one person in the world could do that—Dao Chen Zhenren.

Phagpa and Sihanfei finished reading it one after the other, and their expressions changed simultaneously.

"Great Khan! Dao Chen Zhenren is far too arrogant! What business is it of his that my Great Yuan is conquering the Song? How dare he interfere?" Si Hanfei was furious, his breath rippling.

Kublai Khan coldly replied, "It's useless to be competitive. He's already made his move. My question now is, what should we do—agree, or stand our ground?"

His heart was already burning with rage, and he wished he could burn down Wudang Mountain. But as the ruler of a country, he did not show his emotions.

"Absolutely not!" Si Hanfei roared. "We're almost at Lin'an, and now we're retreating? All our previous efforts will be wasted! With three of us terrestrial immortals here, are we afraid of a mere Taoist priest?"

He had just broken through to a higher realm and was at his peak, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

"I'm afraid." Phagpa interrupted coldly, "Even if the three of us join forces, we are no match for him."

He slowly said, "Half a month ago, Dao Chen Zhenren of the Great Wu Dynasty killed Cihang Jingzhai nun and Jingnian Chan sect celestial monk with a single sword strike. Both were terrestrial celestial beings, and even they were beheaded when they joined forces. What makes you think we can win?"

Words as cold as ice extinguished the raging flames in Si Hanfei's heart.

Kublai Khan turned his gaze to Mongchixing: "Teacher, what do you mean?"

This is the sound he cares about most.

Meng Chixing sighed and uttered five words: "A small lack of forbearance can ruin a great plan."

Kublai Khan remained silent for a long time before finally nodding slowly.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the raging anger in his chest, and whispered, "I understand."

Before Pang Ban's Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique was fully perfected, the Great Yuan Dynasty could only choose to avoid the sharp edge of Dao Chen Zhenren of Wudang—unless Kublai Khan was truly unafraid of death.

Clearly, this Great Khan of the Yuan Dynasty was not foolish enough to risk his life to confront divine intervention.

"retreat."

Kublai Khan uttered only two words, yet they carried immense weight.

The Song army is weak and easily defeated; it will be theirs sooner or later. Once we deal with Dao Chen, the elusive and powerful figure entrenched in Wudang, the destruction of Song will be as easy as snapping our fingers.

By then, the Yuan Dynasty's goal would have long since expanded beyond just half of Jiangnan to encompass the entire Central Plains!

The imperial decree was issued, and the cavalry withdrew. The sudden withdrawal of the army just before it reached the capital of the Song Dynasty caused an uproar throughout the land.

Speculation arose from all sides, and discussions swept through the imperial court and the martial arts world.

Just then, the Song Dynasty court took the initiative to reveal the truth.

It turns out that a single letter, with just a few words, was enough to repel a million-strong army. And the writer was none other than Lin Daochen from Mount Wudang.

The news spread, causing a stir in all directions.

People in the martial arts world already held Lin Daochen in the highest esteem, but now they revere him even more, with everyone saying, "In the current martial arts world, only Daochen is supreme!"

In the eyes of ordinary people, Lin Daochen was no longer a being of flesh and blood, but a living immortal descended to earth.

Without revealing their presence or wielding weapons, a single letter was enough to make the mighty Yuan dynasty flee in terror—this is something no ordinary person could accomplish.

In an instant, people from all over the world flocked to Wudang. Word spread among the people: Only Wudang has true immortals!

The people of the Great Song Dynasty are especially grateful. If it weren't for Lin Daochen's letter, the capital would have already fallen, and the people would have been slaughtered. They are now able to save their lives and families entirely thanks to Daochen Zhenren's compassionate thought.

Gratitude flowed like a river bursting its banks. Public demand surged, with many petitioning for the establishment of Wudang branch temples in various locations.

When the Song emperor officially designated Wudang as the state religion, its incense offerings nearly spread like wildfire.

Seeing Wudang's reputation soaring and seemingly poised to dominate the faiths of the Central Plains, the major Taoist sects such as Zhengyi and Quanzhen had mixed feelings.

Jealousy? Of course. But Lin Daochen was ultimately a member of the same Daoist lineage; his glory was also the glory of the Daoist sect. Like lips and teeth, they shared both honor and disgrace, and it was inevitable that they felt a sense of shared pride.

As for Buddhism, their attitude was not so pleasant.

The destruction of Shaolin, the collapse of Cihang Jingzhai, the disappearance of Jingnian Chan Sect... behind each and every one of these events, there is the shadow of Wudang and Lin Daochen.

Countless monks harbored deep resentment, regarding Wudang as an enemy and Lin Daochen as a calamity for Buddhism.

But how?

Unable to defeat them, unable to win, they didn't even have the confidence to utter a rebuttal. In the end, they could only grit their teeth and remain silent, watching helplessly as the Taoist sect's fortune soared to new heights.

……

Time flows on, but the turmoil continues.

While the outside world remained noisy, Wudang Mountain was as still as water.

Inside the Sutra Repository, Lin Daochen had been in seclusion for a long time, his mind completely absorbed in the Dao of Array Formations.

On this day, as he closed the ancient scroll in his hand, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him:

[You have read one hundred classic texts on formations, deepening your understanding of the Dao of Formations. Combined with your own comprehension of the essence of spiritual energy circulation, you have successfully deduced and created a large-scale spirit-gathering formation—the Mountain and River Spirit-Gathering Formation!]

Become!

Lin Daochen's lips curled up, unable to suppress his smile.

After many days of arduous practice, the dawn finally broke.

Thus, the path to foundation building has been paved.

With the attack method in place and the spiritual items ready, all that remains is for the Mountain and River Spirit Gathering Array to be set up, drawing spiritual energy from all over the world to Wudang, before we can officially attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm!

After his initial elation subsided, he immediately closed his eyes and focused his mind, probing his storage ring with his divine sense to take stock of the materials needed to set up the formation.

The array base, array flags, and array source are all indispensable. Especially for this kind of large-scale spirit-gathering array that covers thousands of miles, the requirements for materials are almost demanding.

Regarding the source of the array, he had long been prepared—the twelve spirit stones he obtained from the Great Qin were just right to serve as the core.

As for the array base and array flags, they need to be crafted by hand, relying on various rare spiritual materials.

"We're still missing Heavenly Silkworm Golden Thread and Crimson Profound Gold..."

Lin Daochen quickly finished taking stock and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he had decisively ordered the Ming, Qin, Wu, and Song dynasties to gather resources for him. Otherwise, relying solely on Wudang's limited manpower and resources, it would have taken countless years to collect all these materials.

Whether it's martial arts or immortal cultivation, secular dynasties are never just for show. They are the foundation, the wings, and the fulcrum that moves the world.

He picked up a pen and drew a picture, clearly marking the shape and characteristics of the silkworm's golden silk and the red and black gold.

Then, he called out in a low voice, "Song Yuanqiao."

Before the words had even faded, the person was already there.

"Send this item to the major dynasties and order them to find these two spiritual materials as soon as possible at all costs."

Once the order was given, the Wudang disciples set off immediately.

A treasure hunt spanning multiple countries has quietly begun.

While waiting for the Heavenly Silkworm Golden Thread and the Crimson Profound Gold, Lin Daochen continued to immerse himself in the Wudang Sutra Repository, perusing the Daoist scriptures and comprehending attack techniques.

A gentle breeze stirs the air, and he sits alone in quiet contemplation. He does not strive for the passing of time, but only seeks to further advance his Daoist heart.

But man proposes, God disposes; before the rare materials arrived, a challenge was sent first.

On this day, Song Yuanqiao stepped into the Sutra Repository with a solemn expression.

"Master Uncle, Wang Xianzhi, the number one expert of the Liyang Dynasty and the city lord of Wudi City, has publicly challenged you to a duel and has already sent someone to deliver the challenge letter."

After saying this, he presented a letter with gold lettering with both hands.

Lin Daochen's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he showed no surprise whatsoever.

Long before he had a duel with Li Chungang, the other party had mentioned that Wang Xianzhi would come knocking on his door sooner or later.

He took the challenge letter, glanced at it briefly, and smiled slightly: "You tell the people of Martial Emperor City for me—I accept the challenge."

"I will personally visit Martial Emperor City in half a month."

In his letter of challenge, Wang Xianzhi wrote with candor.

Firstly, Lin Daochen had a spirit horse to travel between Daming and Liyang as if it were a flat road, saving him time and effort.

Secondly, he stated frankly: only when he was stationed in Martial Emperor City was he truly himself. His undefeated reputation for sixty years and his aura of suppressing the martial world were all rooted in this city.

Only here can he face Lin Daochen in his strongest form.

These words moved Lin Daochen.

In martial arts competitions, it's not just about skill and techniques, but also about mindset and spirit.

Wang Xianzhi guarded Wudi City for sixty years without ever suffering a defeat, and had long since cultivated an "invincible heart" and condensed an "invincible aura" within him.

That is not an empty reputation, but a martial will forged through countless trials and tribulations.

Lin Daochen's opponent was precisely this kind of Wang Xianzhi—at his peak, unmatched.

Although his previous battle with Li Chungang was exhilarating, there was still a slight regret.

Li Chungang may seem to have returned to his peak, but in reality, he had lost his hand and fallen from his level for many years. Even if he regains his level, he will find it difficult to recapture the unparalleled brilliance of his past when he swept across the Jianghu of Liyang with a single sword and soared to the heavens.

This time, he was unwilling to leave any regrets.

He wants to fight the true masters who stand at the pinnacle of martial arts.

"Alright, Uncle-Master, I'll go and reply to the envoy from Wudi City right away," Song Yuanqiao replied.

He paused, then added, "Uncle-Master, news came from Liyang Wudang a few days ago that Senior Brother Wang has already entered the realm of a terrestrial immortal."

"Furthermore, the second son of the King of Beiliang has already become a disciple of Senior Brother Wang. According to Senior Brother Wang, the King of Beiliang intends to have his heir, Xu Fengnian, become a disciple of our master, and has come to consult your opinion."

Lin Daochen smiled faintly, his tone as light as a cloud passing over a mountain: "You can ask your master about this matter after he comes out of seclusion. If he wants to accept it, then accept it; if he doesn't, then forget it."

But in his heart he already knew.

Xu Xiao, the King of Northern Liang, had a clever plan.