Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Wei Xiaobao had only one thought in his mind.

It hurt even more than when I was cut in the eunuch room!

But after the pain subsided.

I feel completely refreshed.

It's like being fished out of a stinking ditch and thrown into a hot spring.

That feeling of complete comfort, from his internal organs to his limbs, was something Wei Xiaobao had never experienced before in his life.

Liu Dahong was already close to a grandmaster, but because his martial arts skills weren't very good, he remained at the top.

His eyesight was better than others, but even so, he could only get a general idea.

That should be enough to terrify him.

Golden true energy flows through the meridians in mid-air.

Cleanse the internal organs through the skin.

It can neutralize two completely different poisons at the same time.

Any one of these three things would be considered unbelievable in the martial arts world.

Qin Han, with just one hand, accomplished these three things simultaneously.

Liu Dahong suddenly remembered a word.

Reborn.

It is not an adjective.

It means exactly what it says.

This King of Qin is giving Wei Xiaobao a complete makeover.

Qin Han sensed that the two poisons in Wei Xiaobao's body had been completely eliminated, and his meridians had been repaired and reinforced by the true energy of the Dragon God Technique.

More than just repairs.

Wei Xiaobao's meridians, which were originally as narrow as ditches, were widened considerably by the golden true energy.

If I practice again in the future, my foundation will be more than twice as good as before.

Of course, the premise is that this kid is willing to endure hardship and practice his skills.

Based on Qin Han's understanding of Wei Xiaobao, this premise itself is highly unreliable.

Collect power.

The golden light slowly dissipated.

Qin and Han dynasties let go.

Wei Xiaobao landed.

The moment his foot touched solid ground, his knee bent and his body lurched forward.

Qin Han reached out and grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifting him up like a chick.

Wei Xiaobao was bent over with his mouth wide open.

"vomit--"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered on the ground and emitted a foul stench.

Then the second bite.

The third bite.

By the fourth vomit, the blood had changed from pitch black to dark red, and by the fifth vomit, it had turned into a normal bright red.

Wei Xiaobao supported himself on his knees, panting heavily.

He was covered in sweat and soaked through, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

But his complexion gradually returned to normal.

The dark line on her neck had completely disappeared.

The faint bluish-black lines that were originally visible on his arms were completely gone, leaving no trace.

Wei Xiaobao wiped his mouth, looking at the pool of black blood on the ground, the stench still lingering in his throat.

"Holy crap..."

These two words were Qin Han's favorite phrase when he was in Yangzhou, and this kid has really learned the essence of it.

Wei Xiaobao straightened up, twisted his neck, and moved his wrists a couple of times.

Suddenly, I froze.

The body feels lighter, a sense of relaxation from the inside out.

That feeling that had been weighing on my chest for two years, a dull, heavy feeling, like a stone blocking my internal organs, is gone.

Breathing is smooth.

His muscles and bones are agile.

Even his mind was clearer than before, and he clenched his fist.

"Big brother."

Wei Xiaobao's voice trembled slightly.

"The poison in my body..."

"It's all cleaned up."

Qin Han also had some difficulty, mainly because the Leopard Embryo Yi Jing Pill was indeed hard to obtain.

"You won't need to take anyone's antidote anymore."

Wei Xiaobao's eyes reddened again.

During the two years he spent in the palace, what he feared most was not being beaten.

He could tolerate being hit a few times. Wei Xiaobao grew up in the brothel, and being beaten was a common occurrence for him.

What I fear most is the feeling of having my life in someone else's hands.

Despite his ability to get along with everyone, Wei Xiaobao still had to go to two different people each month to collect his medicine.

You have to act like a pushover when you get your medicine.

After pretending to be Hai Dafu's grandson, he went on to pretend to be the grandson of the fake Empress Dowager.

Sometimes his schedule would clash with the schedule of the two places, so he had to run between them, making him even busier than the errand runners at the government office.

Two years passed like this.

Two years.

Wei Xiaobao stood before Qin Han, his lips trembling for a long time, a thousand words stuck in his throat, finally turning into an extremely simple sentence.

"Big brother, Xiao Bao's life is yours."

After saying that, he straightened up and was about to kneel down.

Qin Han stretched out his foot to hold the other person back.

"We're family, so don't be so sentimental."

Wei Xiaobao stood up and chuckled.

As I laughed, tears started falling again.

He quickly turned his back to wipe it.

Afraid of losing face.

The young servants from the Mu family behind him stood there like wooden stakes, their eyes bulging out as if they didn't care about money.

Liu Dahong's lips moved slightly.

He came with the intention of testing the waters.

The Mu family and Qin Han's forces, one restored the Ming dynasty, and the other established themselves in the Southern Song dynasty.

Their goals are not entirely aligned; while they cooperate, they each have their own ulterior motives.

He wanted to see for himself just how capable this King of Qin from Shu really was.

Now we see it.

It's hard to say how much it weighs.

But one thing is certain: Qin Han is a person who is even more outrageous than all the rumors he has heard combined.

He is probably no less powerful than Dongfang Bubai, the legendary number one master of the cult.

Dong Tianbao led over two horses and harnessed them to an inconspicuous blue cloth-covered cart.

Zhang Junbao lifted the carriage curtain, laid out a thick quilt, and then stuffed two more blankets inside.

"Godmother, lean against something softer."

Liao Fang got into the car and glanced back at the small courtyard where she had lived most of her life.

His lips moved, but he said nothing.

Mu Nianci was the last to board the bus.

Qin Han grabbed her wrist.

Mu Nianci turned around.

Qin Han took out a jade pendant from his pocket and placed it in her palm. The jade pendant was warm and translucent, with a dragon pattern engraved on the front and the character "Qin" on the back.

"Take this, and no one will dare stop you when you enter Sichuan." Qin Han spoke calmly, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary. "Once you get to Chengdu, go to the Qin Prince's Mansion and find a woman named Cheng Ying. She will arrange everything."

Mu Nianci glanced down.

The five-clawed dragon pattern gleamed with a soft light in the morning sun.

Her eyes were a little red, but she didn't cry.

Be careful.

Qin Han patted the carriage shaft.

Dong Tianbao flicked the reins, and the carriage lurched out of the alley.

Zhang Junbao rode behind on horseback, a long sword hanging at his waist—the Biluo Hongchen Sword, the sword of that unlucky kid Dugu Ce, which he had just smuggled from the Giant Kun Gang.

The carriage turned the corner of the alley and disappeared into the crowds of Yangzhou.

Qin Han stood still, watching the carriage disappear from sight before turning his gaze away.

"Let's go."

Several horses had already been prepared at the entrance of the alley, followed by Liu Dahong and four attendants from the Mu family.

Qin Han mounted his horse.

Although Wei Xiaobao had only just recovered, his body was completely refreshed, as if he had been cleansed and his sickly appearance was long gone.

He led a few members of the Heaven and Earth Society onto their horses and followed closely behind.

The group left Yangzhou through the south gate and headed north along the official road.

It took about half a month to travel from Yangzhou to the capital by post road.

Wei Xiaobao clearly didn't intend to take the post road. Ten miles outside the city, he turned onto a dirt road and meandered into the country lanes.