Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The next day.

As dawn broke.

The morning mist over Mount Hua has not yet dissipated.

Zhang Sanfeng, along with Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and several Wudang disciples, were already preparing to depart at the mountain gate.

Zhang Wuji's coffin was carried onto a horse-drawn carriage.

Zhang Sanfeng stood beside the carriage, his gaze lingering on the coffin for a long time before turning to Yue Buqun and the others.

"Sect Leader Yue, we won't disturb you any longer. We'll discuss everything once we bring Wuji's body back to Wudang."

Yue Buqun bowed in return, his refined face bearing a perfectly measured expression of sorrow: "Master Zhang, you flatter me. These are all things I should do. The journey to Wudang is long, and I hope you will take heart in your grief."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Han, who was standing not far away.

Qin Han then walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and gave him a deep bow.

"Master, I will never forget the grudge against Brother Wuji, even if it costs me my life."

His voice carried a deliberately restrained hatred, and no one would have guessed that he was the mastermind behind it all.

Zhang Sanfeng stared at Qin and Han for a long time, then sighed.

He reached out and patted Qin Han on the shoulder.

The hand lingered on Qin Han's shoulder for two breaths, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy.

"We can talk about revenge after we send Wuji back to Wudang. There's no rush."

Qin Han nodded, bowed, and took a half-step back.

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his hand, and Song Yuanqiao stepped forward to help his master into the carriage.

The wheels rolled over the gravel on the ground, and the Wudang procession gradually disappeared into the distance.

Before leaving, Song Yuanqiao glanced back at Qin Han, hesitated, and finally just clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Yu Lianzhou remained silent throughout, finally saying to Qin Han, "Lord Qin, please accept my condolences. Wuji can rest in peace knowing that you are his elder brother who is grieving for him."

After saying that, Yu Lianzhou mounted his horse and followed.

Qin Han stood there watching them go, feeling a little strange. If Zhang Wuji were really watching all this from the afterlife, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life.

He maintained a good facade, and as the Wudang group left, his shoulders slumped slightly, as if he were enduring immense pain.

……

No sooner had the Wudang people left than Abbess Miejue began making preparations for her own departure.

Some Emei disciples were packing their belongings in a side courtyard.

Abbess Miejue held the Heaven-Slaying Sword in her waist and hand, her face, which looked like everyone owed her "eight million," was filled with an unyielding ferocity.

"Upon returning to the mountain, this humble nun will first reorganize the disciples within the sect. After the Green Robe Pavilion is completely destroyed, I will then issue a notice to arrange the specific time for all sects to gather and besiege Bright Peak."

When she said this to Yue Buqun, her gaze was fixed on Qin Han.

"I will forever remember the kindness of Lord Qin in rescuing Zhiruo and in retrieving the Heaven-Slaying Sword for Emei. Emei will never refuse if needed in the future."

Qin Han cupped his hands in a very humble manner: "Master, you are too kind. It was only right to save Miss Zhiruo, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword originally belonged to Emei. If I ever pass through Emei in the future, I hope you will not find it a bother."

Extinction hummed in response, a rare hint of gentleness appearing on her face.

He turned around and beckoned his disciples to set off.

Zhou Zhiruo stood behind Miejue, turned to look at Qin Han, her eyes reddened, her lips slightly pursed, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

A thin layer of moisture shimmered in her clear eyes, and anyone who saw them would feel that this girl must have some special feelings for the Qin Lord who saved her.

However, love between men and women is perfectly normal. Qin Han was a handsome man with unparalleled martial arts skills, and he was also the ruler of a palace.

"Lord Qin...Lord Qin, you must take care of your health."

Her voice trembled. This was all part of her and Qin Han's plan: a hero saves a beauty, and the beauty falls in love. Only then would it all make sense.

As long as you maintain a proper balance, not only will you avoid arousing suspicion from people like Miejue, but you might even gain something unexpected.

Qin Han smiled slightly and said gently, "Miss Zhiruo, please be careful on your journey."

With just that simple sentence, Zhou Zhiruo's eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lower lip, wishing she could stay by her master's side forever.

Fortunately, knowing that Qin and Han still had important things to do, he had no choice but to turn around and quickly follow Miejue.

Ding Minjun then stepped forward, carrying the Bloodthirsty Blade.

She had kept this knife for Qin Han for several days and knew that it was a divine weapon that was no less powerful than the Heaven-Slaying Sword. Now that she had to return it, she was really reluctant to part with it.

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with the knife, but rather...

"Lord Qin, here's your sword back."

Ding Minjun's tone was somewhat stiff as she handed over the mad knife with both hands, but her gaze was somewhat unfocused, and she dared not look directly at Qin Han's handsome face.

Qin Han reached out and took it, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against Ding Minjun's hand.

He smiled at Ding Minjun.

It wasn't a perfunctory, polite smile, but rather one with genuine warmth, as if saying, "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Ding Minjun's face flushed red instantly.

Although this woman is portrayed as very despicable in the original work, that's just a matter of perspective. If you stand in Ding Minjun's shoes...

She had been the eldest sister since childhood and was deeply loved by her master. But then Zhou Zhiruo suddenly appeared and took away all of her master's affection.

At this moment, even you, who are proud, are probably also jealous.

As a teenager, Ding Minjun felt this subtle touch, and a blush spread from her ears to her neck.

She herself didn't know what was going on, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, saying, "No, don't mention it, I... I have to go."

After saying that, he turned and left, walking three steps faster than usual.

Zhou Zhiruo had already walked more than ten steps away, but it was as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

His gaze, as he turned around, landed squarely on Ding Minjun's reddened ear tips.

The light in those eyes turned cold, like a still pond in winter, calm on the surface but chilling to the bone beneath.

The current Zhou Zhiruo is no longer an innocent girl. Facing Ding Minjun, who seems to be deliberately getting close to her master, she now has many tricks up her sleeve.

However, with Miejue urging her on from ahead, Zhou Zhiruo quickly composed herself, put on her obedient expression again, and followed with her head down.

Qin Han gripped the Bloodthirsty Blade, but he hadn't really used it much since reaching the Grandmaster level.

As he watched the group from Emei walk further and further away, the smile on his lips slowly faded.

"Lord Qin!" Linghu Chong strode over.

"Are you also heading back to Lingjiu Palace? If you're not in a hurry, why don't you stay on Mount Hua for a few more days? I'll drink a couple of jars of good wine with you."

"No need to call me Lord Qin. You and Wuji are good friends, just call me Brother Qin. Thank you for your kindness, Brother Linghu, but there are many matters to attend to at Lingjiu Palace, so I must set off early tomorrow morning."

Qin Han patted Linghu Chong on the shoulder, giving the impression of a reliable and trustworthy older brother.

Linghu Chong thought to himself, 'As expected of Wuji's sworn brother, despite being a Palace Master, he's still so easygoing.'