Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Linghu Chong nodded, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Having already lost Zhang Wuji as a friend, and now with Qin Han also leaving, he felt a sense of emptiness.

I seem to recall that Tian Boguang recently came to the vicinity of Mount Hua. Why don't we check out the brothels at the foot of the mountain tonight? Maybe we can run into Brother Tian.

Then there won't be a shortage of people to drink with.

Yue Buqun stood on the steps of the mountain gate, watching Qin Han and Linghu Chong talk, a gentle smile on his face.

"Lord Qin, I will arrange for my disciples to investigate all the locations of the Green Robe Pavilion afterward. Mount Hua will also certainly not be absent from the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects."

Qin Han turned to look at Yue Buqun, thinking to himself, "Why are you telling me this?"

He still bowed and said, "Sect Leader Yue is very righteous. Although Lingjiu Palace does not participate in the affairs of the six major sects, we in Lingjiu Palace will kill any Qingyi Tower member we encounter without hesitation."

These words drew admiring glances from the Huashan disciples present.

Yue Buqun smiled and nodded, but he was deep in thought.

Qin Han is truly shrewd. He refused to participate in the siege of Bright Peak unless invited by Emei, and he also politely but firmly rejected the marriage proposal he made last night.

This person is difficult to control.

For those who are difficult to control, you either need to win them over or keep them at bay.

Huashan's current position is awkward; for now, the priority is to win them over, and if that doesn't work...

Chong'er will have to make do for now.

The crowd dispersed.

……

late at night.

Just past midnight, Mount Hua was deserted.

Qin Han sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating the Northern Darkness True Qi within his body.

The 'dragon pattern' beneath his skin flowed slowly. The luck he gained after killing Zhang Wuji had seeped into every inch of the dragon pattern's scales, and it was already three-quarters full.

Linghu Chong's luck was just that last bit.

We've just left Emei and Wudang, so there's no need to create unnecessary trouble for now.

I was just about to close my eyes and meditate until dawn before leaving Mount Hua.

A figure suddenly flashed past the window, moving slowly, almost deliberately.

Qin Han opened his eyes. With his Grandmaster-level perception, he could tell that this person's internal strength was mediocre, not even second-rate.

It wasn't Yue Buqun; Yue Buqun wouldn't need to resort to such sneaky methods.

The figure did not linger, but instead scrambled over the roof ridge and sped towards the back mountain, its presence not fading far.

Is this an attempt to make me catch up?!

Qin Han is now highly skilled and daring, and he is not afraid of even Feng Qingyang behind the Cliff of Contemplation. He wants to see who this person is.

He climbed out of the window and followed them.

The moonlight was mostly obscured by clouds.

The woods behind the mountain were pitch black. The figure stopped under an old pine tree and turned around to see him.

The man was a young man with delicate features, but there was an undeniable fierceness between his brows.

Lin Pingzhi.

Qin Han recognized him.

During my time at Mount Hua, although I didn't deliberately observe each of Yue Buqun's disciples, Lin Pingzhi's face was too conspicuous.

Most of the disciples of the Huashan Sect knew that he used to be the young master of the Fuwei Escort Agency, but now he was a pitiful wretch living under someone else's roof, so naturally there would be gossip.

When Qin Han saw Lin Pingzhi at this moment, it was as if he were seeing a weapon that had not yet been sharpened.

A sliver of moonlight peeked through the clouds and shone directly on Lin Pingzhi's face.

Lin Pingzhi knelt down with a thud.

It wasn't a single-knee kneeling; both knees slammed into the ground, followed by his forehead hitting the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He kowtowed three times, each time harder than the last. After the third kowtow, blood seeped from his forehead.

"I am Lin Pingzhi of the Fuwei Escort Agency. I bear a deep-seated hatred and wish to avenge the massacre of my entire family. I humbly request that Lord Qin accept me as his disciple!"

Qin Han did not speak immediately.

Looking down at the young man kneeling on the ground, it was as if he were examining an unfinished tool.

"But you already have a master." Qin Han's tone was playful.

"Yue Buqun is a renowned swordsman of our time. Surely the Huashan Sect Leader, known as the 'Gentleman Sword,' can teach you? You kneel here begging me to take you as my disciple? What will people say if word gets out?"

Lin Pingzhi raised his head, his forehead stained with blood mixed with mud, and fresh blood trickling down his nose.

"Lord Qin, it is true that my master is Sect Leader Yue."

His voice was a little hoarse, and his lips twitched a few times, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"But what Yue Buqun is after by taking me as his disciple, I know better than anyone else."

Qin Han raised an eyebrow. Lin Pingzhi really had a good eye for people. Yue Buqun really did have other ideas.

"He's after the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual of my Lin family."

As Lin Pingzhi spoke, a deep hatred surged in his eyes, causing his handsome face to contort for a moment.

"Yu Canghai of the Qingcheng Sect wiped out my entire family, and Yue Buqun took me in, claiming it was out of righteousness, but these days..."

He had secretly questioned that scoundrel many times. Each time, he would probe indirectly, intentionally or unintentionally mentioning the Lin family's ancestral sword technique. I, Lin Pingzhi, am not stupid; how could I not notice anything?

Qin Han chuckled inwardly.

This kid realized it much earlier than in the original story.

No wonder, so many things have happened on Mount Hua these days that Yue Buqun has been too distracted and his disguise of Lin Pingzhi has not been as tight.

In addition to Qin Han's deeds during his stay at Mount Hua, Lin Pingzhi should be able to find out what Lingjiu Palace represents if he were to investigate Qin Han's past.

Let alone having Lingjiu Palace avenge him, if Qin Han were willing, he could simply give the order and the people of the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands could dismantle Yu Canghai's Qingcheng Sect without Lingjiu Palace even lifting a finger!

"So you think you can get revenge by following me?" Qin Han asked rhetorically.

The moonlight reflected in his eyes, carrying a cold indifference as if he were examining his prey.

Lin Pingzhi met Qin Han's gaze: "I don't just think, I'm certain. With Lord Qin's Lingjiu Palace's strength, it far surpasses the Qingcheng Sect by a hundred times."

"You see things quite clearly." Qin Han put his hands behind his back.

"However, I have little interest in taking on disciples."

These words made Lin Pingzhi's face turn pale.

Qin Han naturally saw this, and then added another interpretation: "However, what I lack is an obedient, sharp knife that won't turn against its master."

Lin Pingzhi naturally understood the implication: he had nothing left, and even the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual, his only possession, was probably beneath the notice of Lord Qin.

He moved his knee forward half an inch, without hesitation: "As long as I can wipe out the entire Qingcheng family, I'd rather die right now than be a knife to the enemy."

Qin Han was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Lin Pingzhi, I have a question for you."

"Please speak, Your Majesty."

"Do you know where the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is?"

Lin Pingzhi's body stiffened, and his lips moved. He had already searched the house, but still couldn't find the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual.

He honestly shook his head.

"My father never told me this. I only know that the sword manual is an heirloom, but I don't know where it is hidden."

"I know."

Three words, a simple and understated description.

Lin Pingzhi was stunned, his pupils contracted sharply, and he looked up in disbelief.