Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

"That pole the hero used, it's mine, it's mine!!"

The old boatman was so excited that his face turned red, and he felt like he had reached the pinnacle of his life!

"Old Li, did you see that? That martial arts master was using my pole vaulting pole! I've had this pole for thirty years!"

"Young man, stop drawing! That hero used my pole to cross the river! He even gave me ten taels of silver! See that? Ten taels! Snowflake silver!"

The old boatman laughed heartily. At that moment, his ordinary bamboo pole seemed to become the greatest glory of his life. The boatmen and porters around him also cast envious and jealous glances. Those ten taels of silver were enough for them, these poor folks, to work for more than half a year, but no one had any designs on the silver.

The entire ferry crossing was abuzz with excitement because of the Qin and Han dynasty's "crossing the river with a single pole".

Just as the crowd on the shore was exclaiming and in an uproar, Mu Wanqing arrived at the ferry, reined in her horse, and looked up.

Just as the bamboo pole's momentum was about to wane, Qin Han lightly touched the bamboo pole, rising higher once more. He then stomped three times on the river surface, each step creating ripples, yet his figure seemed unaffected, propelling him forward several meters.

Her figure was as nimble as a swallow, and she quickly landed on the deck of the huge merchant ship.

Mu Wanqing stared blankly at this scene, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in her heart. She knew that no matter what, she could not catch up. This kind of unpredictable lightness skill was beyond her comprehension. Her master, Qin Hongmian, would never have it.

The river breeze ruffled Mu Wanqing's black veil, and two small flames ignited in her clear, cold eyes. She had rushed over without even caring about her injuries, and this jerk had just run away. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth.

"That stinking Qin and Han dynasty!"

A low, angry, and resentful sound escaped from between her teeth.

His gaze swept across the bustling crowd and quickly settled on the old boatman who was still loudly boasting.

Mu Wanqing's eyes turned cold, and she squeezed her legs against the horse's belly. Black Rose understood and took a few steps forward to the old boatman.

Clang!

A crisp sword rang out, and the longsword in his hand was already drawn, its cold tip pressed against the old boatman's throat.

The old boatman was still immersed in great excitement and pride one second, but the next second he was terrified by the sudden appearance of the cold sword.

"Tell me, what did that man just say to you? Where is that merchant ship going?" Mu Wanqing's voice was as cold as ice, showing no emotion towards anyone.

The boatmen and porters who had been gathered around the old boatman watching the commotion scattered immediately when they saw the masked woman draw her sword without warning, and the sword emanating a terrifying aura. They were afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

The old boatman felt the cold blade of a sword pressed against his throat, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably. The silver ingot in his arms, which he had just thought was incredibly precious, now felt burning hot. He wondered if this female knight-errant was the enemy of that great hero.

"Mercy...motherly hero, spare me! Spare me!" His voice trembled, tears welling in his eyes. "That...that hero...he...he asked me...asked me if there were any...merchant ships going to Sichuan...that...that ship is going to Sichuan..."

He told everything he knew, afraid that if he spoke even half a word too slowly, he would have a hole in his throat.

"Sichuan..."

Mu Wanqing, her face veiled, frowned slightly, gave a cold snort, and sheathed her longsword.

The chill that had enveloped the old boatman dissipated, and he nearly collapsed to the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat.

Fortunately, this female knight-errant doesn't seem to be the great hero's enemy. She vowed never to show off again in this life, it was too scary!

Mu Wanqing ignored him and looked towards the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, her eyes becoming resolute.

"Qin Han! I will definitely find you!" he silently vowed in his heart. Looking at her face felt like ruining her innocence. No matter where he was, he was determined to find her!

Just then, a clear voice, tinged with anxiety, came from not far away.

"Sister Mu!"

Mu Wanqing turned around and saw Zhong Ling running over, slightly out of breath, her face already flushed.

Upon seeing Zhong Ling, Mu Wanqing's icy gaze softened considerably. She had a very good relationship with Zhong Ling and had long regarded her as her younger sister.

After thinking it over, he realized that his next destination was Sichuan, where he was to search for Qin Han. It would be too dangerous to have Ling'er by his side on the journey.

The plan is to send Zhong Ling back to Wanjie Valley so she can heal her injuries there before heading to Sichuan...

"Ling'er," Mu Wanqing said softly, "I'll take you back to Wanjie Valley first."

As he spoke, he bent down and easily pulled Zhong Ling, who had run to the front of the horse, onto its back, letting her sit in front of him.

"Miss Mu, where...where is that hero? I...I want to thank him..."

A somewhat disheveled voice rang out; it was Duan Yu, who had arrived late. He was dressed in disarray and his hair was a bit messy from being chased these past few days.

He was asking Mu Wanqing about Qin Han's whereabouts, wanting to thank Qin Han in person for saving his life, but before he could even say the word "thank you," he was met only by Mu Wanqing.

"drive!"

Mu Wanqing completely ignored Duan Yu's meaning, squeezed her legs against the horse's belly, and Black Rose neighed, carrying the two of them away in the direction they came from, heading straight for Wanjie Valley.

"Pfft...cough...cough cough cough..."

Duan Yu was choked by the dust kicked up by the black rose, his mouth full of ash. He fanned himself with his sleeve and watched Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling's departing figures with a blank and helpless expression.

He sighed and muttered to himself, "This Miss Mu... seems to dislike me a lot? I don't think I've offended her in any way these past few days, have I?"

Duan Yu was truly baffled. He was clearly very polite, so why did he always receive such cold treatment?

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Yu suddenly felt a strange emptiness and loss in his chest, as if something extremely important in his life had been quietly lost without him realizing it. This feeling came so strangely and inexplicably that he subconsciously touched his chest.

Watching Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling disappear into the direction at the end of the road, he could only shake his head with a wry smile and console himself, "Sigh, Confucius said: 'Women and petty men are the most difficult to deal with. If you get too close to them, they become disrespectful; if you keep them at a distance, they resent you.' Oh well, I won't argue with her. I've been away for so long, my parents must be worried. I should go back to Dali first and let them know I'm safe."

……

Meanwhile, on the Yangtze River.

On the deck of the Chai family's merchant ship.

Qin Han's figure landed lightly, his feet landing on the wooden deck with a barely audible thud.