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

"If I were still in the mortal realm, I would definitely meet that assassin and see who dared to slaughter the future master of my Holy Sect!"

A murderous intent was brewing, and a chill suddenly descended.

These two people were none other than the two generations of evil emperors of the Demonic Sect.

The one who spoke next was Xie Tiao, the first Evil Emperor and the creator of the "Great Demon Seed Technique of the Dao Heart".

The first to speak was Xiang Yutian, whose successor, having mastered the art of attack, succeeded him as the Evil Emperor.

They knew better than anyone how difficult it was to cultivate the "Great Method of Planting Demons in the Heart of the Dao," requiring a combination of talent, comprehension, and opportunity, with only one person emerging from this path in a hundred years.

The fall of such a genius is tantamount to severing a lifeline. If he doesn't pay for this debt with blood, how can he be worthy of the title "Evil Emperor"?

If they were to learn that the Great Wu Dynasty, with the support of Wudang, had already exterminated my Demonic Sect, they would probably tear through the void on the spot and rush back to the lower realm.

"Unfortunately... we can't get out."

Xiang Yutian sighed deeply, his eyes filled with resentment.

Xie Tiao remained silent.

I thought that once I shattered and ascended to immortality, I could reach the path of immortality and enjoy the Great Dao forever.

Unexpectedly, they were trapped here, unable to go to heaven or return to earth, like prisoners.

If I had known this would happen, why did I even attempt to break through to higher realms?

Right now—

With Pang Ban's death, the guiding light pillar suddenly lost its master, retracted like a snake, and instantly disappeared into the depths of the palace.

Followed by.

The void rift suddenly closed, and the colossal palace that stretched across the sky vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

Lin Daochen looked up at the empty sky, his gaze slightly darkening, but his mind was already in turmoil.

Others only saw the world tear apart and then mend, but he used his divine sense to see something deeper—the magnificent palace, and the figures standing there like statues.

"Breaking through the void doesn't mean ascending to another realm... but rather leading to that palace? What kind of place is that? Could the people in that palace be powerful figures from this realm who have traversed the void in the past, yet never truly disappeared?"

The thought flashed through my mind, but I didn't dwell on it.

Now is not the time to get to the bottom of things. These mysteries can be left for further investigation later.

He withdrew his gaze, his expression indifferent as he swept over the remaining forces of the Great Yuan Dynasty, and casually raised his fingertip, making two points.

puff!puff!

Phagpa and Sihanfei's heads exploded, their bodies fell to the ground, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Then he turned to the other side—Meng Chixing was kneeling on the ground, holding Pang Ban's corpse, his expression calm to the point of being cold.

Just as Lin Daochen was about to finish off this man, Meng Chixing suddenly looked up, his voice low but clear:

"Master, may I challenge Master Zhang to a duel?"

"I have been defeated by him twice. Today, as I am about to die, I only wish to have one last, satisfying battle with this old rival. I will die without regret."

There was no anger or resentment on his face.

It wasn't that he didn't want to avenge Pang Ban, but he knew perfectly well that he was powerless against Lin Daochen. He also knew that he would die today without a doubt.

Rather than be crushed like an ant, it is better to meet a glorious end at the hands of one's nemesis and die like a warrior.

Before Lin Daochen could respond, Zhang Sanfeng slowly stepped out from the Wudang camp, cupped his hands and said, "Senior brother, since the Demonic Sect has made a request, how can I refuse? I will see them off on their final journey."

"it is good."

Lin Daochen nodded, turned around and returned to his ranks, leaving the battlefield entirely to Zhang Sanfeng and Meng Chixing.

With him present, Zhang Sanfeng was in no danger.

Moreover, in terms of pure strength, Zhang Sanfeng was already far superior to Meng Chixing, so the outcome was already predetermined.

as predicted.

After dozens of moves, Meng Chixing was finally defeated by Hunyuan Taijiquan, his body collapsed and his breath dissipated.

After the battle, Song Yuanqiao led his Wudang disciples forward and killed all the people from the three dynasties who had come on this mission.

Although Lin Daochen and Zhang Sanfeng did not personally take action, Wudang still had two terrestrial immortals, Zhang Cuishan and Mo Shenggu, to oversee the situation. Dealing with a group of martial artists whose highest level was no more than Grandmaster was just a piece of cake.

After this battle, almost all the top experts from the three dynasties were wiped out.

It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, the imperial court will have no control over the martial arts world.

This is not surprising, though—because Lin Daochen's purge has only just begun. Whether the three dynasties can continue is now uncertain.

But that's all in the future.

The matter in front of Wudang Mountain is not yet over.

After annihilating all the enemies, Wudang did not stop there.

Many heroes from the martial arts world stepped forward to help today, and Wudang will remember their kindness.

All those who are injured will be given miraculous medicines to heal their wounds and prolong their lives; in addition, generous rewards will be offered without any hesitation.

As for those who died in battle, Zhang Sanfeng personally promised that Wudang would support their families for life. If their children wished to learn martial arts, regardless of their natural talent or aptitude, they could all become disciples of the Seven Heroes of Wudang and be personally taught their unique skills.

This promise was made with utmost sincerity.

Since Lin Daochen helped Wudang rise to prominence, Wudang is now undoubtedly the number one sect in the world.

Being able to enter Wudang is an honor that countless martial arts practitioners dream of;

Becoming a disciple of the Seven Heroes? That's an opportunity that even many renowned masters wouldn't dare to dream of.

Repaying kindness is a rule of Wudang.

However, those who fail to repay kindness or even forget kindness should not expect to continue to enjoy the protection of Wudang.

It was Zhang Sanfeng who made the announcement:

Anyone who stands idly by today shall never again set foot on the back cliff of Wudang Mountain—a sacred place for observing sword intent and advancing in enlightenment.

Anyone who disobeys orders and trespasses will be killed on sight.

Upon hearing this, those who had offered their assistance were all delighted. They had always looked down on those who retreated in the face of battle.

Those martial arts practitioners who hadn't yet made a move, even if they were dissatisfied, could only grit their teeth and endure it, daring not to utter a sound.

After all, Wudang is no longer a force that anyone can easily offend.

The corpses of the three great dynasties still lie before Wudang Mountain, their blood still wet and their souls still lingering—this is the loudest warning: Wudang shows no mercy.

After that battle, no one dared to utter a single word of dissent. Even those who miraculously survived only dared to grit their teeth and regret in secret: Why did I hesitate? Why didn't I charge?

Except for those seriously injured who needed to stay in the mountains to recuperate, all the other martial artists dispersed. But how could such a world-shaking battle end in silence? The news spread like wildfire, with one fast horse after another galloping out, tearing through the morning mist and breaking through the long night.

The Great Yuan, Northern Mang, and Li Yang—three great dynasties—sent out their entire forces, and nine terrestrial immortals pressed their attack, only to be annihilated, their bodies never to be returned!

The news spread, shaking the world as if the heavens had been ripped open, causing the hearts of all forces to pound wildly.

The first to ignite a storm of public opinion was the Ming Dynasty itself—after all, Wudang was rooted there.

Even faster than the rumors of the martial arts world came the secret messages from the Embroidered Uniform Guard via carrier pigeons. Black feathers streaked across the sky, carrying the secret messages straight into the palace.

When Emperor Zhengde read the letter, his hand trembled, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered into dust.

"Summon the Grand Secretary! Bring him to me immediately!"

A moment later, after the emperor and his ministers finished their secret meeting, the chief minister left the palace and, without stopping, led his elite cavalry straight to Wudang Mountain—not to watch the spectacle, but to take sides and make a statement.

Meanwhile, the streets were already in an uproar.

In a certain city of the Ming Dynasty, a tavern was bustling with noise.

Rough bowls clattered on the table, strong liquor went down their throats, and a group of江湖客 (jianghu ke, a term referring to people from the martial arts world) had their eyes shining, their voices low but unable to hide their excitement:

"Have you heard? The Yuan, Northern Mang, and Li Yang joined forces to attack Wudang, and what happened? They're all dead! Nine terrestrial immortals, not one of them escaped!"

"More than that! I heard it with my own ears: Dao Chen Zhenren can kill anyone with a single finger! Like crushing an ant!"

"Hahaha, you're being conservative! Let me tell you, even a powerful expert who could shatter the void came that day! Demon Master Pang Ban! He tried to escape by ascending, but what happened? He was cleaved in two by Dao Chen Zhenren in mid-air, his soul didn't even escape!"

"Hiss—he can even shatter the void? Just what realm is Dao Chen Zhenren at? Legend has it he pierced through that layer of heaven, didn't he?"

"Practicing martial arts? I think he's cultivating immortality! Otherwise, how come he's not even afraid of heavenly tribulations?"

Laugh out loud.

They laughed heartily, unaware that their joke had hit the nail on the head.

Such discussions were not confined to a single tavern or a single city. Throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, from the streets and alleys to the mansions of noble families, everyone talked about Wudang and Lin Daochen.

The Wudang sect, which was already as noble as a god, became almost a religion after this battle.

But the wind eventually crossed the great rivers and blew beyond the borders.

Spies from various countries are spread all over the world, and any news that even begins to emerge is intercepted.

The emperors of various countries were the first to know.

The Qin Dynasty, Xianyang Palace.

Inside the imperial study, Ying Zheng sat behind his dragon desk, discussing in hushed tones with Yu Lianzhou the matter of the Wudang sect's branch within the Qin territory.

Suddenly the palace doors were pushed open, and Zhang Han strode in, still in his armor, his breathing slightly disordered.

"Your Majesty! Urgent report from the Secret Guard: Something has changed!"

He presented the secret letter with both hands.

Ying Zheng swept his hand across the area, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"...It's come to this?"

He slowly raised his head and handed the secret letter to Yu Lianzhou: "Mr. Yu, take a look for yourself."

Yu Lianzhou took the paper, his gaze falling upon it. His expression changed drastically upon seeing only the first line of text.

"Three great dynasties besieging Wudang?"

He continued reading, his breathing becoming heavier, a chill spreading through him. After finishing the last sentence, he closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, his eyes blazed with fury.

"Your Majesty, I want to return to the Ming Dynasty."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve.

He knew his senior martial brother Lin Daochen's temperament—a blood debt must be repaid in blood. A storm was brewing.

He had to be there.

Ying Zheng looked at him and nodded slightly.

He neither stopped nor tried to dissuade him from going.

Because he also understood—

After this battle, the world was never the same again.

"Mr. Yu, please convey my message to your esteemed senior master, Dao Chen Zhenren—as soon as Wudang gives the order, hundreds of thousands of Qin cavalry will immediately crush the three great dynasties!"

Ying Zheng's voice was deep, yet every word struck Yu Lianzhou's heart like a hammer blow.

He had already believed that Lin Daochen was a celestial being descended to earth, and now that he had witnessed a peerless expert who had shattered the void being easily killed by Lin Daochen, all his doubts had vanished.

In this world, besides truly enlightened immortals, who else could possess such heaven-defying power?

Therefore, Ying Zheng would never miss any opportunity to get closer to Lin Daochen.

He harbored a secret hope—that one day, Dao Chenzi, a being as lofty and ethereal as a celestial being beyond the clouds, would grant him the secret to immortality.

In fact, since choosing to side with Wudang, the benefits he received from Lin Daochen, besides the pill that extended his life by three years, went far beyond that.

"Very well! Then I will thank His Majesty on behalf of Wudang."

Yu Lianzhou bowed respectfully, turned and left, decisively and cleanly.

The news spread like wildfire, shaking not only the Qin Dynasty but also the Song and Wu Dynasties, who immediately dispatched envoys to Wudang Mountain.

Ostensibly it was a gesture of condolence and respect, but in reality everyone had the same plan in mind—to show their loyalty to Wudang and be ready to be dispatched at any time, waiting only for a command to send the whole country to conquer the three great dynasties.

Meanwhile, the emperors of the three great dynasties of Yuan, Northern Mang, and Liyang turned deathly pale upon learning the outcome of the battle at Wudang.

The failed raid means that reckoning is imminent.

What awaits them next is the furious backlash from Lin Daochen and the entire Wudang sect.

Now that almost all of their top warriors have been wiped out, and they have no more capable generals, how should they face such a godlike being?