Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Deep within Li Garden, in an abandoned side room.

This place is perpetually shrouded in darkness, and the air is thick with the smells of rotting wood and dust.

Lin Xian'er was huddled in a corner, her ankles chained together.

Her white dress was now wrinkled and clung to her body, covered in dust.

In early spring in Guanzhong, the chill is still biting.

A cold wind blew in through the hole in the window, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Splash!

The chains made a faint sound in the deathly silent room as she trembled.

The voice reminded her that the once-beautiful woman who was the center of attention and manipulated men all over the world was now nothing more than a prisoner.

squeak-

The heavy wooden door was pushed open from the outside with a long and jarring sound.

A tall figure blocked the faint light coming in through the doorway, plunging the already dim room into complete shadow.

Lin Xian'er suddenly looked up.

It refers to the Qin and Han dynasties.

He carried a ceramic bowl and walked in slowly.

The bowl contained half a bowl of dark purple medicinal soup, and an indescribable, strange aroma forcefully entered Lin Xian'er's nostrils.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Fear crept up her spine.

"Young master..."

Lin Xian'er's voice was feigned weakness and trembling as she struggled to sit up, trying to make herself look less disheveled.

She habitually bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with tears, looking at Qin Han with a pitiful expression.

"Xian'er knows she was wrong..."

"I, Xian'er, will never dare to do it again. Please, young master, forgive me this time..."

Her voice was even lower, with a captivating huskiness.

"Xian'er is willing... willing to do anything for you, young master. You can do whatever you want..."

As she spoke, she tried to straighten her chest, attempting to use her prized asset to buy herself a chance at survival.

Qin Han walked up to her and stopped.

He looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any lust, only showing the indifference one might have for a lifeless object.

Stop with your cheap tricks.

His voice was calm.

"Your prized appearance is worthless in my presence."

Lin Xian'er's expression froze.

She had never seen such pure... indifference in a man's eyes before.

In the instant she was stunned, Qin Han moved.

He grabbed Lin Xian'er's chin with a strong grip, rendering her unable to move.

"what……"

Lin Xian'er cried out in pain and was forced to open her mouth.

Qin Han flicked his wrist, and a pill slipped from his sleeve, accurately flicking into her throat.

"Hmm!"

Lin Xian'er struggled desperately, trying to cough it up.

Qin Han suddenly lifted her chin and lightly patted the back of her neck with his other hand.

Gudong.

The pill slid down the esophagus.

"What...what did you give me to eat?"

Lin Xian'er stared wide-eyed in horror, her voice filled with despair.

Qin Han released his grip and placed the bowl of medicine in front of her.

"Something that allows you to survive."

He stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his hands.

"This pill is a variant of the Three Corpse Brain God Pill, a secret recipe of the Lingjiu Palace."

"Every year during the Dragon Boat Festival, without my specially made antidote, you will experience a taste a hundred times more painful than being fried in oil."

"It will give you a splitting headache, make you feel like you're living in agony, and leave you unable to live or die."

Lin Xian'er's face instantly turned pale, and her body trembled even more violently.

"However, it also has its advantages."

Qin Han's tone was completely calm and even. He had already secretly placed a life-or-death talisman on Lin Xian'er. As for whether the medicine was genuine or not, that was up to the wise to decide.

"It can keep you looking young, even better than you are now. As long as you follow its instructions, it's a miracle cure for eternal youth."

"If you don't obey, it's like a death warrant from the King of Hell."

Lin Xian'er collapsed to the ground, unsure whether Qin Han was lying to her or not. Her eyes became unfocused, and she muttered to herself.

"Why...why..."

Qin Han was too lazy to answer her question. This woman had already seen through him perfectly well. When she was in a good mood, she would do anything for him. Why was she pretending to be an innocent woman?

He pulled a thin booklet from his pocket and threw it in front of her.

Qin Han's voice was cold.

You have three days.

"Learn everything on this page."

"Someone will come to check in three days. You know the consequences if you don't learn it or don't learn it well."

Lin Xian'er's hands trembled as she opened the booklet.

She was stunned after just one glance.

It depicts various poses, with dense text next to it explaining in detail how to please men and how to use every part of the body to cater to the various fetishes of the powerful.

This is not a martial arts manual.

This is a... guide on how to be a house prostitute.

"you……"

Lin Xian'er looked up at Qin Han, and tears finally streamed down her face. This time, it wasn't acting; it was genuine humiliation and collapse.

"You're going to take me..."

"Grand Tutor Cai Jing in Bianjing seems to be quite interested in women from Jiangnan lately."

Qin Han interrupted her and began to speak on his own.

"I heard that he is quite old, but in some ways he is still as enthusiastic as ever."

"A beauty like you, he would probably like you."

Lin Xian'er was completely dumbfounded.

Cai Jing!

The Grand Tutor of the court, wielding immense power, was a figure even the emperor feared!

Qin Han wants to... give her to that old man as a plaything?

"I'm not going! I'd rather die than go!"

Lin Xian'er screamed hysterically.

Qin Han recently learned that Cai Jing was in power, so he decided to send Lin Xian'er, this cancerous tumor, to him.

Ignoring Lin Xian'er's cries, he immediately turned and walked towards the door.

"Lan Jian".

Lan Jian waited quietly at the door.

"Your Excellency."

"How are the preparations going?" Qin Han asked.

"Reporting to Your Majesty," Lan Jian bowed and said, "The carriage to Bianjing is ready. It is specially made and can travel a thousand miles a day. The six members of the Mei tribe who are accompanying us have also changed into the attire of caravan guards, so they will not attract any attention."

"very good."

Qin Han nodded.

"Give the order to keep a close watch on the road. This gift must not be compromised before it reaches Grand Tutor Cai."

"Yes."

Inside the room, Lin Xian'er listened to the conversation between the master and servant, and felt very scared.

She got it.

Qin Han never intended to kill her from the beginning.

Killing her would be such a waste.

He wanted to use a woman like Lin Xian'er as a pawn, nailing her into the heart of the Southern Song court. As for whether the cunning and treacherous Cai Jing would accept her or not?

Just a chess piece; once it's dead, it's dead.

Fear, an unprecedented fear, completely engulfed Lin Xian'er.

She didn't want to die, much less live a life worse than death.

She looked at the booklet on the ground, at the pictures on it that disgusted her.

Lin Xian'er's body was still trembling, but her hand, uncontrollably, reached for the booklet again.

She mechanically turned to the first page.

Tears mixed with snot dripped onto the yellowed paper, staining a small patch of ink.

Qin Han stopped at the door and looked back.

He saw the last trace of human spirit in Lin Xian'er's eyes completely extinguished.

Instead, it was the pure instinct for survival.

A slight, cold smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Lan Jian".

Lock it.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Clang.

The brass lock secured the wooden door to the side room, and it also locked away a woman's last vestige of dignity.