Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

It was an unopened jar of aged wine, originally prepared by Long Xiaoyun to welcome Master Xinmei. After all, the Shaolin name was still very useful, and it was worth celebrating since Master Xinmei was involved.

"Master Long, isn't this wine quite good?"

Qin Han broke open the seal, and a pungent aroma wafted out.

But hidden within this aroma of wine is a faint scent of herbs.

That's a muscle-relaxing powder.

Qin Han picked up the wine jar with one hand, flicked his wrist, and poured the entire jar of wine directly at Long Xiaoyun's feet.

"You've probably fed Li Xunhuan quite a bit of this spiked stuff before, haven't you?"

The wine flowed down Long Xiaoyun's boots and spread across the marble floor.

Long Xiaoyun's body trembled uncontrollably.

"Young Master Qin, listen to me... that was... that was to help Xunhuan quit drinking."

Qin Han laughed loudly, causing dust to fall from the ceiling of the hall.

"Give up alcohol?"

"I think you want him to never be able to hold a throwing knife properly for the rest of his life, right?"

Li Xunhuan looked down at the wine stains on the ground, and his expression slowly froze.

Although he is sentimental, he is not truly a fool.

He knew the taste of the muscle relaxant better than anyone else.

Qin Han turned his head and looked at Zhao Zhengyi, who was huddled in the corner.

"Chief Zhao, you've had quite a bit to drink, haven't you?"

Zhao Zhengyi was so frightened he almost fell off his chair. At this point, things were clear: Qin Han was a real killer. It was better to die for a friend than for himself. Sorry, Master Long.

"Young Master Qin... I was merely misled by Long Xiaoyun; this matter has nothing to do with me."

Qin Han ignored these small fry and turned his attention back to Li Xunhuan.

"Li Xunhuan, did you see that clearly?"

"The reputation you gave up became their excuse to frame you. The woman you gave up became their leverage against you."

"Are you planning to take this kind of relationship to your grave?"

Li Xunhuan remained silent for a long time, so long that the air in the hall seemed to thicken.

He slowly stood up, leaned against the pillar beside him, and looked at Long Xiaoyun.

"Brother, I just want to hear you say it yourself."

"Have you ever really thought about killing me?"

Long Xiaoyun lowered his head, not daring to look Li Xunhuan in the eye, and made strange gurgling sounds in his throat.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but looking into Qin Han's cold eyes, he felt he couldn't bring himself to tell any lie.

A suppressed sob came from behind the screen in the hall.

That was Lin Shiyin's voice.

Upon hearing the crying, Li Xunhuan's shoulders trembled, and he closed his eyes.

Qin Han stood up, walked to Li Xunhuan's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Stop being sentimental here. It's better to end this hypocritical scene sooner rather than later."

He pulled a black token from his pocket and casually tossed it onto the table.

That was a token of the Lingjiu Palace.

"From today onwards, Xingyun Manor will be renamed."

"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"

The hall was quiet; none of the dozens of martial arts heroes dared to raise their heads.

Master Xinmei was still lying in the courtyard, unable to get up. Who would dare to show their face at this time?

Long Xiaoyun suddenly knelt down and kowtowed frantically to Qin Han.

"Master Qin, I'll give you the house and all your property, please spare my life!"

Li Xunhuan looked at his former sworn brother, and his eyes darkened completely.

Qin Han sneered and slowly placed his right hand on the dragon pattern on his chest.

His internal energy began to circulate wildly, and the dragon tattoo under his clothes was faintly burning. Qin Han had been exploring the power of this tattoo, and he didn't know if it was due to the environment or his mindset, but a wicked thought rose from the deepest part of his heart!

A strange red light shone from the depths of Qin Han's pupils.

That desire to plunder fortune made him feel every cell in his body throb.

In ordinary times, Qin and Han dynasties tried their best to plan and strategize, but whether they were ordinary people or powerful people, everyone actually had a hidden evil in their hearts.

To put it simply, if an honest person is pushed to the limit, they might do things beyond their control. The person is still the same, but their behavior becomes reckless.

The Qin and Han dynasties had a smooth journey, and ten years of suppression had been too long. Now, with everything going smoothly without any obstacles, things are starting to look a bit...

He looked down at the lowly lives at his feet, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

Li Xunhuan sensed something was wrong, his expression changed, and he suddenly looked up at Qin Han.

That domineering aura is becoming increasingly unstable.

Qin Han's fingers gently rubbed the hilt of the knife, producing a harsh friction sound.

"Brother Li, watch the following scenes carefully and learn from them. A kind person is often bullied, and a good horse is often ridden! Kung Fu is not only for punishing evil and upholding justice, but also a killing technique!"

Qin Han's voice was deep and resonant, echoing throughout the hall.

Long Xiaoyun felt a deathly threat looming over him. He tried to shout for help, but found his throat tight and he couldn't utter a single word.

A faint fishy smell began to spread in the air.

Qin Han pressed his fingers to his chest.

The dragon pattern hidden beneath the skin began to heat up.

The heat flowed through his meridians and spread throughout his body.

Long Xiaoyun felt the air around him become thick and suffocating.

His knees couldn't support his body, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

An invisible pressure spread throughout the hall.

The martial arts practitioners and guards who were originally standing nearby were pushed back a few steps by this force.

The dragon pattern in Qin Han's eyes flickered with light, and his master aura pressed down on Long Xiaoyun alone!

Long Xiaoyun was horrified to discover that it felt like a piece of red-hot coal had been stuffed into his throat.

His mouth opened involuntarily, and saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth.

"Master Long, the most important thing at this time is to tell the truth."

Qin Han's voice echoed in the hall.

Long Xiaoyun gripped his throat tightly with both hands.

His face turned a deep purple, and his eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Help...no, I'll tell you..."

"The hero saving the damsel in distress back then was all... all fake."

As soon as he said those words, Li Xunhuan swayed three times; the thing he least wanted to hear had happened.

"Those bandits are outlaws I recruited from beyond the Great Wall."

"I gave them a thousand taels of silver and told them to pretend to besiege Li Tanhua."

"I timed it perfectly and jumped out at the most critical moment to take the blow."

Long Xiaoyun's voice was choked with sobs, but his words were clear.

Li Xunhuan's hands dug tightly into the mahogany pillar beside him.

Wood chips got stuck in his fingernails, but he didn't feel any pain.

"That strike was also planned in advance, avoiding my vital points."

"As long as I get injured, a fool like Li Xunhuan will definitely be grateful to me for the rest of his life."

Long Xiaoyun continued speaking, his tone revealing a twisted quality that had been suppressed for too long.

"I want to enter Li Garden, I want to be a superior person."

"Li the Great Scholar is famous throughout the land; the silver that slips through his fingers is enough for me to live several lifetimes."

The surrounding heroes all showed disgusted expressions. Originally, this group of people had been invited by Long Xiaoyun to witness Li Xunhuan's Plum Blossom Thief, but they never expected to witness his own despicable behavior.

The few martial arts practitioners who were just indignant and wanted to accuse Qin Han of bullying the weak now wished they could disappear into the ground.

Zhao Zhengyi's face was pale. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he quietly moved towards the door.

Qin Han didn't turn his head, and lightly tapped his right foot on the ground.

The blue bricks on the ground shook and he casually swept them away.

The brick flew out with a whooshing sound and struck Zhao Zhengyi's lumbar spine precisely.

Zhao Zhengyi screamed in agony, his body went limp, and he lay on the ground, unable to move.

"Master Zhao, the play isn't over yet, where are you going?"