Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

boo.

A soft sound.

An indescribable fragrance instantly filled the air.

The fragrance wasn't strong, but it was incredibly powerful, as if it had a life of its own, actively entering one's nostrils, rushing straight to the head, cleansing the soul, and making every pore of one's body open up instantly.

Lan Jian, who was standing aside, only smelled a trace of it and felt his surging true energy calm down. He felt relaxed and comfortable all over, as if he had just taken a hot bath.

Her heart trembled violently.

What a divine object this is!

Qin Han tilted the bottle, and a pill the size of a longan rolled into his palm.

The pill was pale pink, its surface shrouded in a faint glow, the light swirling around it as if it contained a handful of living dawn.

Youth-preserving pill.

Lingjiu Palace has accumulated three hundred years of experience, using the heart of the Tianshan snow lotus, the marrow of the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu, and the tears of the East Sea mermaids as the main ingredients. They have spent a lot of manpower and resources to search for rare treasures from all over the world, and only managed to refine three pills.

This elixir can freeze a woman's unparalleled beauty for ten years.

Lan Jian's breathing stopped.

She had the good fortune to hear the former Venerable Master Li Canghai mention this pill. At that time, the Venerable Master showed a rare look of pride on his face. He had said that apart from the Xiaoyao Sect, there was no one else in the world who could refine such a divine medicine, which Lan Jian still remembers vividly.

But how did Li Canghai's sister's things end up in the owner's hands?

Qin Han, however, did not care about the value of this item. The more profound the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, the more youthful one could almost remain forever. Now, his first wife, Li Canghai, did not need it, and Lin Shiyin would have to wait and see how she performed later.

It would be better to use one of the flowers to present to Cheng Ying.

Lan Jian lowered her eyes, concealing the turmoil within them, and a trace of envy, which she herself was unwilling to admit, welled up deep within her heart.

She was used to the Lord's ruthless killing, as if slaughtering dogs, and also to his deep scheming in the world.

Only when facing Li Canghai's sister would he show this expression, as if he wanted to present her with the best things in the world.

This possessive tenderness is more deadly than any sword.

Qin Han carefully placed the Youth Preservation Pill back into the jade bottle, and put it together with the folded secret letter into a specially made letter tube, which was then sealed with sealing wax.

"Eagle."

His voice wasn't loud, but it penetrated the doors and windows of the study, carrying an air of authority.

"Your Majesty, we are waiting in the courtyard," came the respectful reply from outside the door.

Qin Han took the letter tube and strolled out.

In the courtyard, a white-feathered eagle, far larger than any ordinary bird of prey, stood proudly on the stone steps.

Its entire body was pure white, without a single feather of any other color, and when the moonlight shone down, it reflected a metallic sheen. Its golden eyes swept over, so sharp they chilled the air.

This is "Feixue" from Lingjiu Palace. It is fed with secret methods and rare medicinal herbs that are over a hundred years old. It is exceptionally strong and can fly from Tianshan to Jiangnan in a day and a night.

As Qin Han approached, the once arrogant "Flying Snow" lowered its head meekly and affectionately rubbed its softest downy feathers against his palm.

Qin Han carefully tied the letter tube to its leg, as if entrusting it to a trusted partner.

"Go."

"Take this to Cheng Ying."

The white-feathered eagle let out a clear cry that pierced through the clouds and split rocks, and then suddenly flapped its wings!

call--!

The gale whipped up the remaining snow and withered leaves on the ground. Like a white lightning bolt, it rose from the ground and in the blink of an eye turned into a black dot and disappeared into the southern horizon.

Qin Han stood with his hands behind his back, watching the white eagle fly away. The murderous intent that had accumulated in his heart due to days of killing was somewhat taken away by the eagle's cry.

He turned around, the warmth on his face gone, leaving only a deep-seated scheming.

"Lan Jian".

"Your Excellency."

"You will personally lead a group of disciples, disguised as a merchant caravan, and travel back to Sichuan by water. Contact Madam Ruan Xingzhu, and once she obtains the treasure of Tianning Temple, use that gold to forge a golden trade route for me, from Guanzhong to Sichuan, and then to Jiangnan!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as firm as iron.

"Within six months, I will have Lingjiu Palace's intelligence network and logistics lines spread like a spider web, covering half of the Southern Song Dynasty!"

"Yes!" Lan Jian bowed and accepted the order, his eyes filled with fervor.

This is the man she follows; the land of gentle pleasures is his haven, but the ambition to conquer the world is his true backbone.

Just as Lan Jian was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, paused slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke with undisguised disgust.

"My lord, that guy in the woodshed... that guy surnamed Li, he refuses to eat again today."

"Oh?"

Qin Han rubbed his temples, a cold smile curving his lips, as if admiring an interesting toy. Li Xunhuan hadn't left yet?

"Does he think that starving himself will hasten his death?"

Lan Jian's face showed a hint of disdain: "The guard said that he stares blankly at the moonlight outside the window all day long, repeatedly muttering something about 'poetry,' like a madman. He's completely ruined."

A chilling glint flashed in Qin Han's eyes.

That was the pleasure of seeing prey; Li Xunhuan was still useful.

"die?"

Qin Han smiled.

"That's too easy on him."

"Pass on my message: find a painter, the best painter in Baoding. Have him paint a complete picture of Lin Shiyin's daily life, from handling estate affairs and reviewing accounts to allocating funds and resources and wielding life and death power over her servants."

His voice became very soft, yet it sent a chill down Lan Jian's spine.

"Send him one every day."

"I want Li Xunhuan to see with his own eyes how his delicate cousin, who needed his protection and would die without him, was transformed step by step into a powerful and ruthless queen in my hands."

"I want every breath he takes to be filled with heart-wrenching remorse."

Qin Han dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, his voice eerily calm, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"The renowned Li Xunhuan, the 'Young Master Li,' cannot die such a pathetic death in the woodshed."

"His reputation, pride, women, everything... will become the foundation of my empire."

"This is the proper use of Li Xunhuan."

The woodshed deep within Li Garden.

Dark and damp.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of rotting wood and heavy medicinal residue, which pierced the nostrils and made people nauseous.

Instead of going to the comfortable room, Li Xunhuan chose this woodshed, where he curled up in a pile of withered grass in the corner.

The once-precious white robe he wore was now so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable, covered in mud and blackened bloodstains.

No one has come to visit this third-ranked scholar in recent days.

He was so thin he was unrecognizable, with sunken eyes, high cheekbones, and loose skin clinging to his bones, making him look like a walking skeleton.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

The violent coughing made him hunch over, curling up into a ball, and he leaned weakly against the wall.

It's okay to die.

If I die, I will never have to face Lin Shiyin's cold eyes again, and I will never have to feel that guilt that gnaws at my heart day and night again.

squeak-

The rotten wooden door of the woodshed was pushed open from the outside, making a sickeningly loud noise.

A tall figure blocked the only light source at the doorway, casting a shadow that instantly engulfed the entire woodshed, making the already dim space even more oppressive and abyss-like.

Qin Han walked in slowly.