Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"First, Your Highness should know that the masters of the six major martial arts sects in the Central Plains are currently guests at Wan'an Temple in my capital. As long as Your Highness nods, I will immediately write a letter to my father, asking him to release them all safely."

This favor will bring you immense prestige throughout the entire Central Plains martial arts world, Your Highness.

"Second," Zhao Min's eyes turned solemn, "Your Highness is currently troubled by the battle at Iron Gate Pass, isn't he? The Jurchens are powerful, and the Iron Cavalry under Wanyan Zongbi are unparalleled in combat strength."

Although the prince's troops are elite, they are only initially established and integrated. Defeating the Jin army in a short time will likely come at a considerable cost, even with the assistance of the Liao Kingdom.

After a pause, he dropped a bombshell that surprised Qin Han.

"To be honest, Your Highness, the Grandmaster who is currently overseeing the Jin Kingdom's grain supply camp outside the Iron Gate Pass is actually... the master of these two gentlemen behind me."

"Your Highness may have heard of his name; he is known as—the Hundred-Loss Taoist!"

"What?!"

Zhou Dian, who had been standing behind Qin Han, exclaimed in surprise.

Clearly, they had heard rumors about this old Taoist priest.

The sinister and vicious Xuanming Divine Palm of the Xuanming Elders was created by this person!

This person had disappeared for decades, and everyone in the martial arts world thought he was dead. Unexpectedly, he had defected to the Mongols and even appeared in the Jin army!

Qin Han's expression also became playful.

So, where did Wanyan Zongbi find such a grandmaster? It turns out it was with that little vixen Zhao Min!

What are they trying to do?

On one hand, they sent people to help the Jin Kingdom, and on the other hand, they came to negotiate with me. They were two-faced and wanted to sell out the Jin Kingdom behind my back.

Tsk tsk tsk, this little vixen is playing really dirty games...

That's quite a skillful maneuver, playing both sides so adeptly.

That little vixen is really ruthless.

Zhao Min was very satisfied with Zhou Dian's reaction.

Seeing Qin Han continue to raise the stakes, she revealed her third bargaining chip.

"If Your Highness is willing to form an alliance with my Mongols, I can not only get Bai Sun Dao Ren to leave the Jin army camp, but even... I can get Bai Sun Dao Ren to turn against the Jin and cooperate with Your Highness's army to annihilate Wanyan Zongbi's more than 100,000 troops outside the Iron Gate Pass!"

"In this way, Your Highness, you can achieve the great feat of annihilating the main force of the Jin Kingdom's southern expedition without shedding a drop of blood! This reputation will be enough to shake the world!"

At that time, Your Highness, your prestige in the Southern Song Dynasty will reach its peak, and you will have given a satisfactory explanation to both the court in Lin'an and the people of the land.

"Is this sincerity... satisfactory, Your Highness?"

After Zhao Min finished speaking, she waited for his reply.

She believed that no one could resist such a temptation.

Releasing the six major sects of the Central Plains will enhance Qin Han's reputation in the martial arts world.

Turn the enemy's commander to the side and deliver an unparalleled feat.

These two generous gifts are enough to tempt even a ruthless and ambitious man.

Zhao Min could almost foresee that Qin Han would gladly accept her proposal after a brief moment of shock.

However, Qin Han's reaction disappointed her.

Qin Han was surprised, but only because the Grandmaster was actually the Hundred Losses Taoist, who had never appeared before.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at Zhao Min with an air of certainty, as if she were a cunning little fox.

"The Hundred-Loss Taoist? So that old Taoist is one of the young prince's men." Qin Han's tone was indifferent, not taking it too seriously.

Seeing Qin Han's nonchalant attitude, Zhao Min felt a sudden unease and a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

Could it be... that things have changed?

Looking at Qin Han's nonchalant, even somewhat mocking, expression, Zhao Min felt an increasingly strong sense of foreboding.

He originally thought that the offer he made would be enough to shock Qin Han and make him lose his composure, or at the very least make him think carefully and weigh the pros and cons.

What kind of reaction is this from Qin Han?

Don't they care about the lives of the six major sects?

Or is it that he has absolute confidence that he can defeat Wanyan Zongbi with his own strength, and doesn't even put Baisun Daoren in his eyes?

No, not possible!

Zhao Min quickly dismissed the idea.

Who is Bai Sun Dao Ren?

A veteran grandmaster who has been famous for decades, his self-created Xuanming Divine Palm is insidious and domineering. There are very few people in the world who can defeat him, and even the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains may not be his match.

Although Qin Han had a master-level expert like Xiao Feng under his command, Xiao Feng needed to be stationed in charge of the army, and there was a huge gap between a master and a grandmaster.

What makes him so confident?

Zhao Min's mind raced, thinking that Qin Han was dissatisfied with her arrangement of Bai Sun Dao Ren to help the Jin Kingdom, so she quickly explained, "Your Highness may have misunderstood. In fact, our Great Mongol Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom still maintain a good relationship on the surface."

The Hundred-Loss Taoist is not someone I, the young king, can command. His presence at the Jin army camp this time is due to an envoy personally sent by the Jin state to my father's residence, offering him a substantial reward.

"My father sent the Hundred Losses Taoist to maintain a semblance of peace between the Mongol and Jin dynasties, which was difficult to refuse. But this was by no means directed at Your Highness."

This explanation is only half true and half false.

Wanyan Zongbi did indeed ask the Jin state to seek help, but the reason why the Ruyang Prince's Mansion agreed was also to use the Jin state to test the strength of Qin Han Shuzhou City.

Now that the probing is complete, Shuzhou City is a tough nut to crack; even if the Mongols came, they would break their teeth.

It's not impossible to use Bai Sun Dao Ren to betray the Jin Kingdom now, as long as Qin Han agrees, even allies can be sold out.

As Zhao Min finished speaking, Hebi Weng, who was standing to the side, saw that Qin Han remained unmoved and snorted coldly.

He interjected, "Hmph! My master's fame may have been forgotten for too many years. But back then, Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School was a hero of unparalleled skill, founding a school and being hailed as a grandmaster of the martial arts world."

Even he, in his youth, suffered at the hands of my master! I advise the King of Qin to carefully consider our prince's suggestion, lest he make a mistake!

The intention behind these words was to increase their own deterrent power, elevate the status of the Hundred Losses Taoist, and thus increase their bargaining power in negotiations.

But Zhou Dian didn't like what he heard.

Hey! I'm telling you, you shorty!

Hebi Weng was actually just a little short, not fat. His words were purely meant to be an insult.

Zhou Dian had always disliked these two sinister old men, and now that one of them dared to spout nonsense in front of his prince, he immediately started criticizing him.

"Your master is speaking to my prince, do you have the right to interrupt, you old bastard? You even said that Master Zhang lost to your master, you old dog, you really know how to pat yourself on the back!"

Who is Master Zhang? A titan of the martial arts world! If your master is truly that powerful, why doesn't he roam freely in the Central Plains? Why has he disappeared for decades, becoming a coward in Mongolia?

Zhou Dian is notoriously sharp-tongued, showing no mercy when he curses people.

He continued, spittle flying everywhere, "I don't think it's Master Zhang who suffered a loss. It's probably your master, who was called either 'White Bamboo Shoot' or 'Black Bamboo Shoot,' who got humiliated in the Central Plains back then."

"Was it because he was slapped by Master Zhang of Wudang and developed a psychological trauma that he dared not set foot in the Central Plains again, and could only run to your Mongolia to be a watchdog?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After Zhou Dian finished speaking, he clapped his hands and laughed, looking extremely smug.