Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han took each step steadily, the sound of his boots hitting the ground was not loud, but it struck Li Xunhuan's heart with each step.

Li Xunhuan struggled to raise his head.

Those eyes that once seemed to see into people's hearts were now clouded, filled only with numbness and lifelessness.

He looked at Qin Han, his lips moved a few times, and the sound he made was dry and hoarse.

"Shion..."

"She...she is innocent."

"Can...can you please let her go?"

Having reached this point, Li Xunhuan could see through Qin Han's intentions. Taking control of the former Li Garden and supporting Lin Shiyin's rise to power were all for his own benefit, not out of genuine concern for saving his brother Li.

He saw through it but didn't say it. At this moment, Li Xunhuan's thoughts were still on the woman for whom he had devoted his life.

Qin Han chuckled softly upon hearing this.

The laughter echoed in the woodshed, sounding quite jarring.

Qin Han had indeed considered using Li Xunhuan's identity before, after all, his family had produced three top scholars, and the Southern Song court might need his connections.

only……

Li Xunhuan is too useless now. How much of his former strength can he still have?

The key issue is that this person is very sanctimonious. Qin Han has many things to do in the future that cannot be done in the light of day. In addition, Li Xunhuan is currently depressed, and his martial arts skills have probably reached their lowest point.

There was no need for Qin and Han to waste their time on a pawn that was of no use to them.

"Let her go?"

Qin Han's tone was playful, yet he expressed some regret for the former Li Tan Hua (a high-ranking scholar in the imperial examinations).

Don't blame me, blame Lin Shiyin for being too alluring, and for you being useless to me now...

"Li Xunhuan, have you been drinking for thirty years and turned your brain into a complete mess?"

"Do you still think of your cousin as a weak woman who needs your protection?"

Li Xunhuan coughed violently. He struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall, but he couldn't.

Li Xunhuan is a very strange person. His level of cultivation is so high that even Qin Han can't understand it. He seems to be a grandmaster, or even a great grandmaster.

But the ordinary throwing knife in his hand can kill a grandmaster; it can only be launched by gathering all his essence, energy, and spirit into one!

Thirty years of depression had long since rendered him unable to unleash his once world-renowned throwing knife skills.

"What...what did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything to her."

Qin Han, too lazy to waste any more words, tossed the scroll he was carrying over.

The scroll fell onto the withered grass.

"See for yourself."

Li Xunhuan reached out with trembling hands and used great strength to unfurl the scroll.

The first painting.

In the painting, Lin Shiyin is dressed in red and stands in the hall of Li Garden.

The sorrow that used to grace her face was gone, and the resolute look in her eyes was something he had never seen before.

Before her, several servants were begging for mercy and beating a man to death with sticks.

Blood splattered on her red skirt, but she didn't even blink.

Li Xunhuan's breath hitched.

He recognized the man who had been beaten to death; he was a distant nephew of Long Xiaoyun, who often bullied others and cut back on the servants' monthly wages.

"This...this can't be real...she was so kind during the audition..."

"Was it...was it you who forced her?!"

Li Xunhuan's voice was choked with sobs. He couldn't accept that his cousin, who would be heartbroken even if she stepped on an ant, had become so cold-hearted.

"Force her?"

Qin Han laughed again, this time with a look of utter contempt.

"Then take a look at this one."

With a gentle flick of his toe, the scroll unfurled a little more.

The second painting.

The scene changed to Li Yuan's study, which used to be his favorite place to stay.

Lin Shiyin sat behind the desk he had used.

What she held in her hand was not a collection of poems, but Zhuangzi's land deeds and account books.

Her fingertip lightly tapped a spot, and the several local gentry and wealthy people standing opposite her didn't dare to breathe, bowing and scraping, their faces full of obsequious fear.

It was a demeanor he had never seen in Lin Shiyin before, the demeanor of someone in power.

Li Xunhuan's body began to tremble.

Why...?

Why did this happen...?

Qin Han lost interest in Li Xunhuan.

He crouched down, grabbed Li Xunhuan by the collar, lifted his half-dead body, and forced him to stare intently at the painting.

Why?

Qin Han's voice was very low.

"Because she discovered that being feared was much more pleasant than being pitied."

"Do you think she can't live without you?"

"You think that giving her to Long Xiaoyun is an act of fulfillment, an act of protection?"

Every word Qin Han uttered pierced Li Xunhuan's heart.

"I'm telling you, Li Xunhuan."

"She is now the helmsman of Lingjiu Palace in Guanzhong, controlling both finances and personnel."

"She's living a more glamorous and comfortable life now than she ever did with you!"

"Your so-called sacrifice, your so-called selflessness, is nothing but a joke to me!"

Li Xunhuan's pupils contracted sharply, then dilated instantly.

"No……"

"No……"

He kept repeating those two words to himself, exhaling breath tinged with blood.

Qin Han looked at him like this, and the coldness in his eyes deepened.

He released his grip, letting Li Xunhuan fall to the ground, and then stepped on the painting.

"Look at her, then look at yourself."

"You're locked up here, you're just a dog, does she even know that?"

"She knows."

Does she care?

Qin Han's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"She doesn't care."

"She's very busy, busy killing people, busy making money, busy being the queen of the woods."

"Who would have time to think that there's a dying dog locked up in this woodshed?"

"puff--"

Li Xunhuan could no longer hold on, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the withered grass.

His beliefs about chivalry and love were shattered by Qin Han's reality at this moment.

He always thought he was Lin Shiyin's everything, her only support.

He thought that letting go was a great sacrifice.

In the end, he was just a self-righteous fool.

His sacrifice, his suffering, and the ten years he lived in a state between life and death were, in the eyes of others, nothing more than a one-man show.

It turns out, she was better off without him.

"Ah... Ahhh..."

Li Xunhuan roared, tearing at his hair with both hands as he rolled on the ground.

My belief has completely collapsed.

Li Xunhuan, a renowned scholar who ranked third in the imperial examinations and whose fame spread throughout the land, has gone mad.

Qin Han watched this scene quietly, his face expressionless.

A surge of heat emanated from the dragon pattern on his chest, devouring the pure aura of regret and despair emanating from this martial arts legend.

He could feel that the Northern Darkness True Qi within his body had become even more abundant.

To kill someone, you must also destroy their spirit!

Li Xunhuan's reputation, his pride, his women, everything about him...

From this day forward, they will all become nourishment for his own hegemony.

Qin Han dusted off imaginary dust from his sleeves. It wasn't that he was ruthless; if Li Xunhuan could get out of this predicament, he might be able to use him in the future.

If he were truly devastated and succumbed to despair, he wouldn't bother to even glance at the madman on the ground.

He turned around and walked towards the open space outside the woodshed.

Behind him, only the end of a legend and the lament of a madman remain.