Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

A woman dressed in a plain white gauze dress walked out. She was barefoot, with a red rope tied around her ankle, and stepped on the blood-stained blue bricks as if she didn't mind the dirt at all.

It was none other than Lin Xian'er, a famous beauty in the martial arts world.

She wasn't wearing makeup, her hair was loosely tied up, and a few strands fell over her collarbone.

At this moment, her face showed just the right amount of fear, but her eyes were seductive.

When Lin Shiyin saw this woman, she seemed to remember something, and her body stiffened instinctively. She subconsciously hid behind Qin Han.

Lin Xian'er didn't even look at Lin Shiyin, and stopped three steps away from Qin Han.

She looked up at Qin Han with her big, watery eyes, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye.

"Thanks to you just now, young master." Lin Xian'er patted her chest, causing the thin veil to move slightly. "If you hadn't killed that hypocrite Long Xiaoyun, I don't know how long I would have been bullied by that father and son."

As she spoke, she took a step forward, and the sweet, cloying fragrance became even stronger.

"Young master, your martial arts are unparalleled, and you are so handsome. You are a true hero." Lin Xian'er stretched out a hand, her fingertips white and delicate, wanting to tug at Qin Han's sleeve. "Xian'er has nothing to repay you with, except..."

Qin Han looked down at her.

His eyes were cold, lacking the infatuation Lin Xian'er had expected to see.

That's the "Ice Heart Manual." This manual isn't some common Taoist mental cultivation method; it's the authentic Nie family mental cultivation method, obtained through ten years of gambling on luck.

If your heart is pure and clear, you will not be alarmed even if the sky falls.

In Qin Han's eyes, the woman swaying her hips and twisting her waist in front of him did not arouse his interest in the slightest.

Just as Lin Xian'er's fingers were about to touch Qin Han's sleeve, Qin Han moved.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Lin Xian'er by the neck.

"Well--!"

Lin Xian'er let out a short cry. Before she could react, Qin Han lifted her up with one hand.

With both feet off the ground, the red rope swayed in the air.

The once pitiful beauty is now completely powerless to resist in his hands.

Lin Xian'er's face flushed instantly, and her hands instinctively reached for Qin Han's wrists. Her nails scratched across Qin Han's arm, but didn't even leave a white mark.

"you……"

She managed to squeeze out a single word, her eyes filled with disbelief.

No man has ever been able to resist her charm.

Even the cold-blooded swordsman Afei looked at her with burning passion.

But the man in front of her only looked at her with disgust.

Stop with your lewd tricks.

Qin Han's voice was cold.

He increased the pressure on her hand, and Lin Xian'er immediately rolled her eyes and almost stuck out her tongue.

"Lin Shiyin is Li Xunhuan's cousin, a lady from a respectable family." Qin Han turned his head, glanced at the trembling woman behind him, and then turned his gaze back to Lin Xian'er's face. "And you, you're nothing more than a courtesan here."

As soon as those two words were uttered, Lin Xian'er's body convulsed violently.

This is not just an insult, but a trampling of her most prized asset.

"Young Master Qin..."

Lin Xian'er was still struggling, trying to squeeze out a few tears to beg for mercy.

Qin Han sneered and suddenly swung his arm downwards.

boom!

Lin Xian'er was thrown heavily to the ground, her gauze dress soaked through with blood, instantly becoming filthy.

Before she could even get up, Qin Han had already stepped on her chest.

"Stop pretending." Qin Han looked down at her, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "It's rumored in the martial arts world that the Plum Blossom Thief has returned, committing crimes everywhere, especially targeting wealthy families. They say the Plum Blossom Thief has superb lightness skills, appearing and disappearing without a trace."

Qin Han applied a little force with his toes.

Lin Xian'er let out a scream, her ribs creaking.

"Actually, there's no such thing as a Plum Blossom Thief. Aren't all those people who were killed and those treasures that were stolen just to please you, the number one beauty? Just by snapping your fingers, countless foolish men would be willing to kill and set fires for you, even at the cost of their lives."

Lin Xian'er's face turned deathly pale. Ignoring the sharp pain in her chest, she stared at Qin Han with her pupils contracted.

She kept this secret very well; apart from those few men who were devoted to her, no one knew that she was the mastermind.

How did this man know?

"Wasn't the golden silk armor also bait you set out?" Qin Han bent down, reached out and pinched Lin Xian'er's chin, forcing her to raise her head.

"You want to see martial arts heroes fight tooth and nail for you, you want to see those so-called righteous sects tearing each other apart like dogs. You think that's interesting and fulfilling, right?"

Lin Xian'er's breath caught in her throat. She felt completely exposed in front of Qin Han, all her thoughts laid bare.

She felt cold all over; this was the first time in her life she had ever felt afraid.

"No...no..." Lin Xian'er shook her head desperately, tears mingling with the blood on the ground, making her beautiful face a mess. "Young master, spare me...Xian'er is willing to serve you...Xian'er can do anything..."

She tried to cling to Qin Han's leg, willing to do anything to survive, even as a servant.

Qin Han withdrew his foot in disgust, as if he had stepped on something dirty.

"Serve me?" Qin Han took the handkerchief from Lin Shiyin's hand, wiped his fingers that had just pinched her chin, and then casually threw the handkerchief at her face. "You think you're worthy? Only the beggars at the gates of Baoding City would like a body like yours."

Lin Xian'er lay on the ground, her body trembling violently.

Qin Han turned away, refusing to look at her again.

"Lan Jian".

Lan Jian, who had been guarding the door, strode in, his long sword drawn half an inch from its sheath, his eyes wary.

"Owner."

Qin Han pointed to Lin Xian'er on the ground. "Seal her acupoints and throw her into the woodshed. Don't let her die; this woman is still useful."

Lan Jian responded, a look of satisfaction on her face. She had long disliked this seductive woman; she had tried to seduce her master as soon as she came out, and deserved to be taught a lesson!

Lan Jian stepped forward, showing no mercy, and tapped Lin Xian'er's back a few times.

Lin Xian'er dared not resist. Her body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, too weak to even move a finger.

Lan Jian grabbed Lin Xian'er by the back of her collar and dragged her directly to the backyard.

Lin Xian'er watched Qin Han's retreating figure, making muffled sounds, but she couldn't even utter a word of begging for mercy.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the gate of Xingyun Manor.

The footsteps were very light and quick.

Qin Han raised his head and looked in the direction of the gate.

A thin figure appeared at the door.

That was a boy.

Although he hadn't fully grown up yet, his brows revealed a stubbornness and wildness. He wore a faded white shirt and carried an iron sword without a scabbard on his back.

The sword was rusted and looked like a piece of scrap metal, but the boy's hand was steady and his eyes were bright and piercing.

hooligan.