Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han was dressed in casual black clothes tonight.

Why look at Jia Zhen, who is lying on the ground barely clinging to life? Why bother looking at such a brainless idiot?

He walked up to Jia Rong, who had been awakened by the smell of urine and was shivering on the ground.

Seeing Qin Han's expressionless face, Jia Rong desperately moved her body backward, begging for mercy incoherently.

"Your Highness, spare me! Your Highness, spare me! It's not my fault... It's all my father's fault! My father forced me to come! I don't know anything!"

To save his own life, he didn't hesitate to push his elderly father out.

Looking at the terrified Jia Rong, he smiled gently: "Oh? You mean, your father forced you to assassinate me?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Jia Rong nodded frantically, tears streaming down his face, as if grasping at a lifeline.

"My father... he has long coveted Lady Qin's beauty. This time he came to Shuzhou to... to snatch her back!"

He even said that if he killed Your Highness, he could seize power in Sichuan. Your Highness, please understand, I… I have been trying to persuade him, but he simply won't listen to me!

These words were like a bolt from the blue!

Jia Zhen looked at his own son in disbelief.

"You...you unfilial son!!" Jia Zhen was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

He never imagined that his son would say such things in public to save his own life, shattering his last shred of dignity.

Jia Rong, however, didn't care about anything else. He kowtowed desperately to Qin Han, revealing Jia Zhen's despicable thoughts and even embellishing the story to portray himself as a filial son who was forced into a corner and understood the greater good.

"Your Highness! Everything I've said is true! I can even testify against him! I'm willing to put righteousness above family ties!"

Listening to his son's accusations, Jia Zhen gave a bitter laugh, his heart filled with endless sorrow and regret.

Qin Han listened quietly, his smile unchanged, but his eyes grew colder and colder.

"Drag it down."

Qin Han's voice was icy.

"He was sentenced to death by slow slicing for treason, and the news was sent to all prefectures and counties in Sichuan as a warning to others."

With just a few simple sentences, Jia Zhen's cruelest fate was sealed.

"No! Qin Han! You can't kill me! I am a descendant of a duke!!"

Jia Rong watched helplessly as his father was dragged away, collapsing to the ground with a pool of yellowish-white substance beneath him, emitting a foul stench.

"You are a 'filial son' who puts the greater good before his own family."

To Jia Rong, Qin Han's smile was more terrifying than the devil's.

"Since that's the case, do something for me. If you do it well, I'll release you."

"I'll do it! I'll do it! Whatever Your Highness asks me to do, I'll do it!" Jia Rong dared not refuse and readily agreed.

Qin Han's smile turned playful.

He extended a finger, condensed his energy into ice, and a thin sheet of ice struck Jia Rong between the eyebrows.

This seemingly casual touch was placed on Jia Rong's forehead.

Jia Rong felt a chilling current enter through his brow and flow rapidly throughout his body along his meridians.

Before anyone could even utter a cry of surprise, the current of air vanished without a trace, as if it had all been an illusion.

"Your Highness... what... what is this?" A sense of foreboding rose in Jia Rong's heart.

"Just a little trick." Qin Han withdrew his finger. "It can guarantee your future loyalty."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Rong felt an intense itch all over his body, as if it were bursting out from the deepest part of his body, from his very marrow!

"Ah...it itches! It's so itchy!"

Jia Rong couldn't help but reach out and frantically scratch herself.

The itch wasn't just a superficial itch on the skin; it was an itch that felt like millions of ants were gnawing at your bones and tearing at your veins, penetrating deep into your soul and impossible to resist.

Soon, the itching turned into pain.

First came numbness and itching, then aching and itching, and finally, excruciating pain.

Sometimes it feels like a sharp needle piercing the bone, sometimes like a raging fire burning the body, and sometimes like ice freezing the blood vessels.

Various kinds of pain intertwined, progressing layer by layer, each wave stronger than the last.

"Ah—! Kill me! Kill me!"

Jia Rong rolled wildly on the ground, banging her head against the hard stone slab.

He tore his clothes to shreds and scratched his skin until deep, bone-revealing gashes appeared, but the pain that came from the depths of his soul did not lessen in the slightest.

He, who was afraid of dying, now only wanted a quick death.

Seeing Jia Rong's miserable state, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng showed expressions of awe.

The Talisman of Life and Death!

This is precisely the ruthless skill that Lingjiu Palace is famous for, and it is also one of the most effective means for the master to control his subordinates.

Those afflicted by this talisman are unable to live or die; only the master's unique methods can alleviate their suffering.

Looking at Jia Rong, who was nearly unconscious, Qin Han then asked, "How did it taste?"

"I was wrong... I was wrong... Your Highness... Please... Please forgive me..." Jia Rong could only manage to squeeze out these words from his throat.

Qin Han then flicked his finger, sending a burst of energy into Jia Rong's body.

The intense, bone-deep pain and itching subsided instantly.

Jia Rong collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. His entire body was soaked in cold sweat and blood, looking as if he had been pulled out of the water.

The brief torment he had just experienced was more terrifying than a trip to hell for him.

"Tomorrow, take your father's... ashes back to the capital to report," Qin Han said leisurely.

Jia Rong was stunned, and then fear rose from his body. Ashes—this was tonight's fate: to grind Jia Zhen's bones to dust!

"After you return, tell Jia Sidao that your father is blinded by greed and intends to murder me, the Prince of Shu appointed by the Emperor himself. His crime is unforgivable."

However, out of respect for Lord Jia and considering your act of sacrificing family for the greater good, I have spared your life.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"You have two tasks to complete when you return."

"First, keep a close eye on Jia Sidao's every move. Who he meets, what he says, what plans he has—you must find a way to send me a message immediately."

"Second..." Qin Han smiled knowingly.

"Your Jia family must have many beauties, right? Help me find a way to collect information on the unmarried women in your Jia family, the more detailed the better, and then send it over."

Jia Rong was stunned when he heard this.

The first task was to make him a spy to monitor his great-grandfather.

The second task was to...

Ask him to find a sister from his own family for Qin Han?

But the thought of the excruciating pain she had just experienced immediately dissipated the resistance that had arisen in Jia Rong's heart.

Family honor and blood ties are worthless in the face of the Life and Death Talisman.

"What? You seem unwilling?" Qin Han's voice turned cold.

"Yes! I'm willing! I'm more than willing!" Jia Rong trembled with fear and quickly pledged his loyalty, "Your Highness, rest assured, when I return to the capital, I will handle these two matters perfectly! I will not let Your Highness down!"

Qin Han then smiled.

This is not simply because he is lustful.

From the smooth sailing he experienced in pacifying Sichuan, he learned the benefits of having a confidante's "luck" boost.

For an ordinary person, countless messy and chaotic things would have happened in Sichuan during this period; it wouldn't have been so easy.