Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"Deceived?"

Qin Han scoffed.

Zhao Zhengyi raised his head, still trying to force a flattering smile.

Qin Han casually swung out a palm strike.

He slapped Zhao Zhengyi across the face from a distance.

Zhao Zhengyi spun around three times on the ground and crashed into a mahogany pillar.

Half of his face swelled up instantly, and several bloody broken teeth spurted out.

"The words 'impartial and incorruptible' coming out of your mouth are truly nauseating."

Qin Han shook his hand, deciding not to use any evidence, and recalled the background of this guy.

"People like you use your reputation for impartiality to monopolize the discourse in the underworld and suppress dissent."

"By taking advantage of their reputation in the martial arts world and their status as a constable, they instigate feuds and reap the benefits. On the surface, they appear benevolent and righteous, but in reality, they are full of thievery and debauchery, only caring about fame, fortune and status."

"You dare call yourself incorruptible?!"

The hall was quiet, and everyone stared wide-eyed.

These are things that no one has ever dared to mention before.

Zhao Zhengyi's face turned from white to green, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Qin Han chuckled and stared down at him.

"If you can be on friendly terms with someone like Long Xiaoyun, what kind of good person can you be? Besides... why would I need to slander you?"

The martial arts practitioners who had originally come to watch the spectacle began to whisper among themselves, agreeing that it made sense; if Qin Han were truly a murderous maniac, he could have easily slaughtered them all.

Furthermore, since Long Xiaoyun personally confessed to all his crimes, Zhao Zhengyi is probably just like him.

Li Xunhuan closed his eyes in pain and let out a heavy sigh.

He used to regard these people as fellow martial arts practitioners.

Lin Shiyin's fingernails dug into her flesh.

She looked at Zhao Zhengyi with eyes full of disgust.

Zhao Zhengyi was still struggling, gripping the floor tiles with both hands.

"Qin Han, you're framing me! What evidence do you have, you demon?"

Without saying a word, Qin Han placed his right foot on Zhao Zhengyi's back.

A surge of Northern Darkness True Qi traveled down the sole of the shoe and into Zhao Zhengyi's meridians.

Zhao Zhengyi let out a scream.

This surge of energy penetrated his meridians, bringing with it a searing pain that burned his bones.

His body emitted a foul stench.

That was the smell of sweat and bodily excrement mixed together.

"evidence?"

Qin Han looked around and then at the silent martial arts practitioners.

"Some of you must have received a lot of help from Master Zhao, right?"

"Now that Master Zhao is in trouble, there's no need to worry about his status or strength anymore. Why isn't anyone standing up to say a few words of justice?"

A burly man with a full beard stepped forward and strode up to Zhao Zhengyi.

"I've suspected Zhao Zhengyi is suspicious for a long time. A mere constable earns less than two taels of silver a month; where would he get silk and satin from!"

The burly man spat, his saliva landing directly on Zhao Zhengyi's face.

Once the first person did it, the others became bolder.

These wandering martial arts practitioners value the wind direction most.

Now that Qin Han has won, even if no reason has been given, Zhao Zhengyi is still a worthless worm to be trampled on.

"What kind of impartiality is this? To be able to call someone like Long Xiaoyun 'brother' is just plain ruthless!"

"Does this kind of person deserve to have a place in the martial arts world? He's a disgrace to all martial artists!"

One of the bodyguards pulled out a tattered undergarment from his robes, which may have belonged to one of his lovers, and slammed it hard onto Zhao Zhengyi's head.

A strong stench filled the room, and Zhao Zhengyi, powerless to resist, could only lie on the ground trembling.

"Lord Qin... spare me... I confess..."

"I...I did embezzle some money...I did do wrong things..."

He began to beg for mercy frantically, banging his head against the floor tiles repeatedly.

Qin Han withdrew his foot and looked at this so-called hero whose dignity had been completely shattered.

"Killing you would be too easy for you."

Qin Han reached out and placed his hand on Zhao Zhengyi's crown.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art was activated within his body, and a powerful suction force instantly erupted.

Zhao Zhengyi's body jerked like a fish out of water.

His internal energy, cultivated for decades, flowed out through Qin Han's palm.

A surge of heat flowed into the dragon pattern on his chest, further strengthening the true energy within him.

Zhao Zhengyi's hair turned gray in a few breaths, and his skin quickly became loose.

His meridians are all shattered; he'll never be able to lift a chopstick again in his lifetime.

Qin Han casually tossed him into the center of the hall.

"Gentlemen, this piece of trash is now yours."

After saying that, he released Lin Shiyin and sat back in the main seat, picking up his teacup and taking a sip.

"Li Xunhuan, what do you think of this way of taking revenge?"

Li Xunhuan raised his head, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. He looked at the mess on the ground and how his former brothers and friends had become so ugly.

Lin Shiyin walked up to Li Xunhuan and looked at this incompetent man.

"Xunhuan, you should leave."

Lin Shiyin's voice was cold, devoid of its former gentleness.

"This Xingyun Manor already belongs to Young Master Qin."

"Your presence here is only an eyesore to Young Master Qin."

Li Xunhuan stared blankly at Lin Shiyin, the light in his eyes completely extinguished.

He took one last look at Qin Han, slowly stood up, and walked out while holding onto the wall.

His back was somewhat hunched, and his steps were slow; he had lost all the elegance of a former top scholar.

Qin Han watched Li Xunhuan walk out of the hall, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He decided to let Li Xunhuan heal his wounds on his own.

Only Zhao Zhengyi's weak groans and the breathing of the others remained in the hall.

Qin Han stood up and took Lin Shiyin's hand.

Lin Shiyin didn't dodge and obediently leaned on Qin Han's shoulder.

Qin Han felt that her body was still trembling slightly, whether from lingering fear or from the weight of years of burden being lifted.

Turning my head, I looked at the plum grove in the back garden.

The red plum blossoms swayed in the night's wind and snow, their color somewhat dazzling.

Qin Han raised the Bloodthirsty Blade.

"The show should come to an end."

Qin Han muttered to himself, glancing at Lan Jian, who had returned sometime earlier. He noticed she had several guards with her, who were probably from Lingjiu Palace.

He gave Lan Jian a wink and then led Lin Shiyin into the depths of the hall.

Lan Jian, accompanied by several guards, dragged Zhao Zhengyi by the leg and walked out.

The gates of Xingyun Manor were wide open, and a draft of blood from the ground blew in.

The hall was quiet; all the martial arts heroes had long since fled, leaving only a few pools of blood on the ground that hadn't dried yet.

Lin Shiyin leaned against Qin Han's chest, her body still trembling. She had been trapped in Xingyun Manor for ten years, and although she was now out, she didn't know what to do next.

Qin Han patted her shoulder, the warmth of his palm reaching her.

"Don't be afraid, no one will dare to bully you from now on."

Lin Shiyin raised her head, and her eyes, which were always filled with tears, finally showed some light.

She was about to speak when her nose suddenly twitched.

A sweet, cloying aroma mingled with the smell of blood and wafted over.

Qin Han raised an eyebrow.

A series of very light footsteps came from behind the screen in the back hall.

"Young Master Qin has such a fierce aura."

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of allure.