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

Time flies.

The aftershocks of Zhang Sanfeng's battle with Meng Chixing are still reverberating throughout the martial arts world.

Wudang's reputation was at its zenith, attracting heroes from all directions and visitors from far and wide. Those seeking to become disciples, meet with the emperor, or simply sightseeing practically wore down the threshold of Wudang Mountain, making the entire mountain as bustling as a marketplace.

But all this noise didn't bother Lin Daochen at all.

He remained seated deep within the Sutra Repository, holding the "Nine Yang Manual" brought back by Zhang Sanfeng, reading it page by page and comprehending it chapter by chapter, surrounded by piles of Taoist classics treasured by Wudang throughout the ages.

Song Yuanqiao had made arrangements in advance, directly designating the area around the Sutra Repository as a restricted area, prohibiting unauthorized personnel from entering, just to protect his peace and quiet.

"First, let your mind guide your body, following others rather than your own; then let your body follow your mind, being in control of yourself yet responding to others. Following your own will lead to stagnation, while following others will bring vitality. When you can follow others, you will know the measure of force in your hands, judging the lightness or heaviness of their strength with the utmost accuracy; you will weigh the length or shortness of their momentum with the slightest error. In advancing and retreating, everything will be in perfect harmony, and the longer you practice, the more refined your skills will become."

"..."

"Breathe in and out, harmonize with the nine yang energies, embrace oneness and guard the origin, nurture the source..."

Lin Daochen read aloud in a low voice, his eyes piercing.

This "Nine Yang Manual" is indeed a top-tier divine skill in the world of Jin Yong's martial arts novels. Every word is precious and every sentence contains profound meaning. After pondering it for a while, one will feel a clear mind.

[You have deeply studied the "Nine Yang Manual," comprehended the ultimate Yang principle, and created your own martial art: the Great Sun Burning Heaven Palm.]

With a slight thought, Lin Daochen picked up his brush and quickly wrote down the newly created palm technique, then summoned his young disciple Qingfeng:

"Give this to my junior apprentice, Yuanqiao."

"Yes, sir." Qingfeng accepted the gift with both hands and quickly left.

After Xiaotong left, Lin Daochen picked up the Nine Yang Manual again and continued to immerse himself in it.

A set of palm techniques? It was just a byproduct of doing it casually.

His goal was never to become the supreme martial arts master, but rather the ethereal yet real path to immortality.

Time slips away quietly.

Several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

As his understanding of the Nine Yang Manual deepened, Lin Daochen's grasp of the "Ultimate Yang" principle became increasingly thorough.

At the same time, he also immersed himself in the vast collection of books in the Wudang Sutra Repository, reading them one by one day and night.

"The primordial spirit is the essence, the master of vital energy. Because it is formless and without appearance, unpredictable and ever-changing, and spiritually unimpeded, it is called spirit. When the spirit is at peace, the essence is solidified; when the essence is solidified, the vital energy gathers; when the vital energy gathers, the elixir is formed—these are all the wondrous functions of the innate nature..."

On this day, he slowly closed the book "Xuanfu Lun: Yuanjing Yuanqi Yuanshen Lun" in his hand, his eyes flashing slightly.

[You have thoroughly studied fifty volumes of the Daoist Canon, gaining insight into the laws governing the flow of spiritual energy in heaven and earth. Combining this with your understanding of the ultimate Yang principle, you have successfully deduced a new technique based on the "Gathering Mysterious Spirit and Guiding Spirit Technique": the Pure Yang Spirit Transformation and Qi Refining Technique.]

With a thought, Lin Daochen activated a new technique.

In an instant, the energy around his body circulated, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void flowed into his body like rivers flowing into the sea.

More importantly, he was able to intercept this spiritual energy and refine it into pure spiritual power, which he stored in his meridians!

At this point, he had truly laid the foundation to embark on the path of cultivation.

However, after a moment, he gently shook his head and withdrew his attack.

The Daoist Canon states: "Isolated Yin cannot produce anything, and solitary Yang cannot grow. All things in the universe are nurtured through the interaction of Yin and Yang."

The current "Pure Yang Spirit Refining Technique" is powerful, but it is too extreme and not perfect.

There is still plenty of time; there's no need to rush.

Rather than hastily setting off, it's better to wait—wait for more insights to emerge, wait for the extraordinary comprehension to erupt once more, and deduce a supreme immortal technique that better suits one's true nature.

The only way to trigger that sudden flash of insight is—

Continue reading.

Lin Daochen calmed his mind and pulled out another book, turning to the first page and immersing himself in the words.

the other side.

Deep within the main hall of Wudang Mountain.

Apart from Zhang Cuishan, the fifth brother who has been missing for a long time, the other six heroes were all present.

Song Yuanqiao's gaze swept over the crowd as he slowly spoke: "Fellow disciples, the martial world is abuzz with rumors that the Daoist treasure, the 'Longevity Manual,' has appeared and is hidden in Yangzhou City of the Sui Dynasty. Powerful figures from all walks of life have already set off south. Shouldn't our Wudang sect also send someone there?"

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall suddenly froze.

The three words "The Secret of Longevity" are as resounding as thunder – the supreme secret of Taoism, one of the four great books of the Sui Dynasty, said to have been left by Guang Chengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor, containing the true meaning of longevity, who wouldn't be tempted?

After a moment of silence, Zhang Songxi spoke first: "Senior Brother, in my opinion, it's not wise to get involved in this matter. So-called immortality is an illusion, hard to fathom, mostly just rumors to mislead people. With so many heroes gathered here, Yangzhou is bound to become a bloodbath. Wudang has maintained its reputation for many years; why get involved in this mess?"

He paused, his tone growing even more somber: "Even if we manage to seize it, it will be a red-hot iron, something we can't hold onto or let go of, and it will only bring endless trouble."

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly.

He was always steady and composed, and he deeply agreed with what Zhang Songxi said.

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Lianzhou coldly retorted, "Second Senior Brother believes it's time to act. If we can bring the 'Longevity Manual' back to Wudang, the sect's reputation will surely reach new heights!"

"Yes! Second Brother speaks frankly!" Mo Shenggu suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "With Master here, what is there to fear in conflict? Anyone who dares to cause trouble at Wudang, we'll break their legs!"

Young and impetuous, his words were like knives.

Following that, Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting each held their own views, one advocating for the argument and the other for avoiding it, their opinions clearly distinct.

Of the seven, they were now divided into four or five groups.

Song Yuanqiao frowned slightly as he weighed the pros and cons. Suddenly, Yu Daiyan suggested, "Senior Brother, why don't we ask our Uncle Lin Daochen what he thinks? Uncle Lin studies the Daoist Canon every day and tries to understand the secrets of heaven. If the 'Longevity Manual' really has profound secrets, it might be helpful to him as well."

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made sense.

They had received many favors from Lin Daochen. Although he never asked for anything in return, who wouldn't do their best to help him if they could?

Once the thought was formed, Song Yuanqiao immediately got up and went straight to the Sutra Repository.

The lights in the pavilion were still on.

Lin Daochen was leaning against the table, flipping through a book, when he saw Song Yuanqiao enter. He looked up and smiled, "Have you come for the 'Longevity Manual'?"

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback, then bowed: "Indeed. I wonder what kind of item this is, Master Uncle..."

"This book is interesting." Lin Daochen took a sip of tea, his eyes flashing slightly. "It may help me understand the mechanism of Yin and Yang's transformation. Since it is what I need, let Lianzhou go down the mountain and retrieve it for me."

He spoke in a flat tone, as if he were simply asking someone to buy a bag of tea.

He then added, "The book is in the hands of Shi Long, the owner of the Shi Long Martial Arts Arena in Yangzhou. Just have Lian Zhou go directly to him to get it."

Song Yuanqiao understood.

After Zhang Sanfeng went into seclusion, Yu Lianzhou had become the number one expert in Wudang. Sending him out was the safest course of action.

As for why Lin Daochen knew the whereabouts of the "Longevity Manual," he was not surprised.

Zhang Sanfeng once mentioned that his senior brother was proficient in divination and could see through the changes in the world. How could he not see through the traces of a mere secret manual?

Before long, Song Yuanqiao found Yu Lianzhou and conveyed the order.

Upon hearing this, Yu Lianzhou's eyes sharpened. Without uttering a word, he turned and prepared himself. That very night, he stepped out of the mountain gate and headed straight for the Great Sui Dynasty.

a few days later.

Under a dark and windy night, the gates of Yangzhou quietly closed.

Yu Lianzhou traveled swiftly, his robes dusty, but he did not stop. He entered the city in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and was already speeding towards the Shilong Martial Arts Arena.

at this time--

Inside the training room at Shilong Martial Arts Arena.

The candlelight flickered, and a murderous aura surged beneath the surface.

Yuwen Huaji, the chief of the Imperial Guards, stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Shi Long opposite him. His voice was as cold as ice: "Brother Shi, out of consideration for our shared background in the martial world, I will give you one more chance. Hand over the 'Longevity Manual,' and I will spare your life. If you remain obstinate... tonight will be your death night."

His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

In his eyes, this so-called "number one master in Yangzhou" was nothing but a piece of trash.

Faced with the threat, Shi Long sneered, showing no fear whatsoever: "Lord Yuwen, you're being too aggressive. Aren't you afraid I'll burn this 'Longevity Manual' to the ground, leaving you with nothing?"

Yuwen Huaji chuckled lightly, his tone laced with sarcasm:

"The Longevity Manual is woven from mysterious gold threads, so it is unaffected by water and inextinguishable by fire. If Brother Shi could truly destroy it, then it wouldn't be called the Longevity Manual."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Long's face turned ashen.

He knew this was absolutely true—that secret manual was something that no human could destroy.

"What do we do now?"

In the blink of an eye, the killing intent arrived.

Just as his mind was slightly stirred, Yuwen Huaji suddenly made his move!

A punch was thrown out of the air without warning!

boom--!

The chilling intent of the punch tore through the air and pierced straight through. The originally unbearably hot summer day suddenly cooled down because of this punch, and the air was filled with cold air, making the room seem like an ice cave.

"The Yuwen Clan's ultimate technique—Ice Profound Force."

Shi Long's pupils contracted, and his expression became extremely solemn.

He had long heard that Yuwen Huaji was the second person after Yuwen Shang to master the Ice Profound Force. Now, having witnessed its power firsthand, he realized that the rumors were not exaggerated at all.

His mind raced, but his hands moved without hesitation. Shi Long unleashed a torrent of internal energy, combining his palms in a powerful backhand punch!

boom! ! !

The two streams of true energy collided in mid-air, unleashing a deafening roar.

But in the next instant, Yuwen Huaji's fist force was like a cold tide breaking through the dam, crushing his defense with overwhelming force, and the remaining momentum was still strong, heading straight for his chest!

Too fast! Too fast to avoid!

Shi Long gritted his teeth and channeled all his inner strength, forcefully pouring his true energy into his body.

boom!!!

His robes instantly swelled up like a ball, and he felt as if he had been struck by an invisible giant hammer.

boom! ! !

The force of the punch struck, and the ground exploded with a deafening roar, centered on the spot where he stood! Tables and chairs were completely shattered, and wood chips flew everywhere like rain.

But he remained standing, unmoved.

Yuwen Huaji gave a cold laugh, his tone indifferent:

"Brother Shi, why force yourself to keep going?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Shi Long felt a sweet taste in his throat and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Ice Profound Force... truly lives up to its reputation." He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face ashen.

With a single exchange, the outcome was decided. He knew—he was far from being a match for him.

We can't fight any longer, we have to escape!

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, a mixture of killing intent and a desire to retreat.

Yuwen Huaji's gaze swept over, seemingly knowing everything, his voice calm yet like a judge's pronouncement:

"Don't even think about it. The outside is already surrounded by the Imperial Guards of the Sui Dynasty. You can't leave."

Shi Long's heart sank.

Although those guards were not a threat, if they joined forces and formed a formation, they could hold him off for a moment—and that would be the fatal moment.

The opportunity to win a battle is fleeting.

Yuwen Huaji leaped into the air, his figure like an eagle soaring through the sky, heading straight for the stone dragon!