Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han gave a cold laugh.

Zhao Min is quite ambitious.

But thinking about it carefully, this idea actually makes some sense. Didn't he also have this idea when he built "Lou Wai Lou" in the future?

Aside from top-tier martial arts like the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, which are difficult to learn, some first- or second-rate martial arts brought by Li Qingluo could be selected and taught to the soldiers, including some powerful and expansive techniques.

Mongol cavalry were already known for their bravery and skill in battle, and when combined with the martial arts techniques of the Central Plains, they became a truly terrifying combination.

But the problem is, how easy is it to teach superior martial arts?

Take the Nine Yang Divine Skill for example. Don't be fooled by how easily Zhang Wuji learned it. That's because he's the protagonist. Ordinary people can't even get a foothold in it without years of hard work.

Furthermore, regarding the 72 Shaolin Arts, those Mongol soldiers might not even be able to read all the characters, let alone learn the 72 Shaolin Arts.

Even if one manages to master it, they might go astray and become possessed.

Zhao Min's idea was good, but she was too naive. If superior martial arts were really that easy to learn, the Beggar Clan of the North and South wouldn't only have Guo Jing and Xiao Feng as its members.

The Xuanming Elders' Xuanming Divine Palm is also powerful, yet no one else in Mongolia has been seen to learn it. This is because they lack natural talent and comprehension.

Of course, Qin Han wouldn't say this out loud; let Zhao Min do her thing.

"Anything else?" Qin Han gestured for Lin Pingzhi to continue.

"My subordinates and disciples from the six major sects were imprisoned in Wan'an Temple. Zhao Min used various means to force each sect to hand over their martial arts manuals, employing both soft and hard tactics."

As Lin Pingzhi spoke, a dark look flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating that he too had been tormented.

"Some sects couldn't withstand the pressure and taught out some of their martial arts. But major sects like Shaolin and Wudang, with their profound foundations, only taught basic skills. The truly superior martial arts were something that Master Song and the Shaolin monks would rather die than give out."

Qin Han nodded; this was very much in line with the style of Shaolin and Wudang.

Zhao Min, a Mongol princess, was, to put it nicely, a junior, but to put it bluntly, a barbarian woman.

If pushed to the brink, I'd rather die than hand over my core martial arts techniques.

"Just over a month ago..."

Lin Pingzhi's tone changed.

"Zhao Min suddenly went out for a while, and when she came back, she said that she released the six major sects because of the king's sake."

Qin Han paused for a moment while drinking tea.

His expression was subtle; was he doing it for his own sake?

That woman is like a little fox; she actually gave me that much face?

"Heh, she does keep her word." Qin Han put down his teacup and said calmly.

Lin Pingzhi didn't reply, thinking to himself that his lord really did have some kind of relationship with that princess.

He then added, "My lord, although the six major sects have been released, but..."

Lin Pingzhi lowered his voice slightly.

"Some sect elders and leaders are no longer coming back."

Qin Han's expression remained unchanged, but his fingers paused on the teacup for a moment.

"continue."

"The Kongtong Sect suffered the greatest losses."

Lin Pingzhi began to gather from each sect one by one.

"Among the Five Elders of Kongtong, two elders were killed by the Xuanming Elders."

There was peace before the Qin and Han dynasties.

The Two Elders of Xuanming.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these two old men are no match for him; to outsiders, they are no pushovers, and their insidious methods are notorious.

Although the five elders of Kongtong were individually below the top level in strength, their combined Seven Injury Fist Formation was still formidable. Yet, two of them were killed by the Xuanming Elders.

It seems Zhao Min isn't exactly a saint; she wasn't so polite to the leaders and elders outside of Shaolin and Wudang.

The so-called "releasing the people out of respect for the King of Shu" was merely a convenient excuse after the deed was done.

"continue."

"Kunlun School—"

Lin Pingzhi paused for a moment, as if considering his words.

"Among the two elders of Kunlun, He Taichong's wife, Ban Shuxian, had her arms and legs broken by Zhao Min's subordinate, A Da."

"Break their arms and legs?" Qin Han frowned.

They didn't kill him, but they broke his arms and legs.

This is even more vicious than killing someone outright.

For a martial arts practitioner, especially a renowned one, the consequences of having their hands and feet crippled are self-evident. A lifetime of skills gone is worse than death.

"What's the reaction from Kunlun?"

"He Taichong took Ban Shuxian back to Kunlun Mountain and has been staying indoors ever since. According to my subordinates, he is searching everywhere for a renowned doctor to heal Ban Shuxian's injuries. But Ah Da's attack was extremely severe, and it will probably be difficult for her to recover with ordinary medical skills."

Qin Han felt a pang of regret, realizing that the Kunlun Sect was of little use to him. Otherwise, if he had sent Xue Muhua to take a look, and with Cheng Ying's elixirs, there might have been a way to help.

Unfortunately, the Kunlun School was too weak, too far away, and had only a reputation, which was of no use to him.

"What about the Huashan Sect?" Qin Han asked.

When his sect was mentioned, Lin Pingzhi's expression visibly relaxed.

"The Huashan Sect is mostly unharmed. Apart from some minor injuries, all the fellow disciples are safe and sound."

"That's good."

Qin Han knew that the reason why the Huashan Sect had not suffered a major loss was mostly due to Lin Pingzhi's intervention.

After all, Lin Pingzhi was still nominally a disciple of Mount Hua, so he could offer the Mount Hua sect some assistance.

"but……"

Lin Pingzhi sounded somewhat puzzled.

"Our eldest brother, Linghu Chong, escaped from Wan'an Temple shortly after we were captured and taken there. He hasn't been seen since. Everyone in Huashan is looking for him, but there's still no news."

Qin Han held the teacup steadily, and his expression remained unchanged.

Why didn't Linghu Chong appear?

Because he is already dead.

He laid bare his heart and soul, then utterly humiliated him, leaving nothing but ashes—a truly clean and efficient process.

Apart from Qin Han himself, no one else in the world knew Linghu Chong's whereabouts.

However, he would never say this aloud, not even to his loyal follower Lin Pingzhi.

"Linghu Chong..." Qin Han pretended to ponder for a moment, "This man is unrestrained and elusive. He might have gone off to drink somewhere else after learning that Mount Hua was out of danger. There's no need to worry about him."

Lin Pingzhi also agreed; his impression of this senior brother was neither good nor bad.

Linghu Chong is too carefree and doesn't seem like someone who can handle important matters.

For Lin Pingzhi, the only lord he recognized was the one standing before him.

Qin Han did not linger on the topic of Linghu Chong.

Dead people are not worth wasting time on.

They were more concerned about the other two sects.

"What about Emei?"

Lin Pingzhi's expression was somewhat grave.

"The Emei Sect... Abbess Miejue committed suicide at Wan'an Temple."

Qin Han put down his teacup.

Although I hadn't personally gone to rescue the six major sects this time, I had guessed that this might be the outcome. But when I actually heard the news from Lin Pingzhi, I still felt a moment of regret.

To put it nicely, Abbess Miejue was fierce and unyielding; to put it bluntly, she was stubborn and inflexible.

But no matter what, he can be considered a person with backbone.

We would rather die than surrender, we would rather break than bend.

In today's world where there are too many cunning people, this kind of toughness may not be wise, but it is indeed admirable.

"How did he die?" Qin Han asked.

"Refusing to master the Emei martial arts, he starved himself and shattered his heart meridian by circulating his internal energy."