Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Midnight, the Forbidden City.

The moon was completely obscured by the clouds, and the red walls and yellow tiles were all blended into the night.

Qin Han did not indulge in the gentle embrace of the two women tonight, but instead came to the Forbidden City, his whole body brushing against the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Three zhang below, a group of imperial guards walked by carrying lanterns.

This was the seventh patrol that Qin and Han had avoided.

"Ao Bai sealed off the nine gates, and Kangxi was not idle in this palace; the defenses were indeed very strict."

Qin Han sneered inwardly. He hadn't brought anyone with him tonight, not even Wei Xiaobao, who was familiar with the palace.

In a place like the palace, it's far better to sneak in alone than to bring a burden along.

With his current Grandmaster cultivation level and superb lightness skill, there are very few places in the world that can stop him.

The only problem is that the palace is too big.

The three main halls, the three rear palaces, and the six eastern and western palaces.

After going around in circles, I couldn't even tell which way was the Cining Palace.

With a swift movement, Qin Han slid from the rooftop into a narrow passageway.

Not far ahead, a palace maid carrying a palace lantern was hurrying towards the imperial kitchen.

Qin Han pressed himself against her like a ghost, covering her mouth with one hand and gently touching the back of her neck with the other.

The palace maid's body went limp, and before she could even struggle, she was dragged behind the nearby artificial hill.

The palace maid stared wide-eyed in terror, wondering if she had encountered some flower thief, but no sound came out of her throat.

Qin Han didn't waste any words and met the palace maid's gaze directly.

Soul-capturing technique.

The Grandmaster's spiritual power poured in instantly, and the palace maid's eyes only struggled for half a breath before fading away.

Where is the Cining Palace?

Qin Han asked in a low voice.

The palace maid's voice sounded like a dream: "Turn left after exiting the gate, pass through Yongshou Gate, go west across two long streets, and you'll reach Cining Palace..."

Qin Han nodded, raised his hand to press the palace maid's sleeping acupoint, and stuffed her into the crevice deep in the rockery.

This person won't wake up until tomorrow morning.

Having determined the direction, Qin Han sprang up again and headed straight for the Cining Palace in the west.

The Empress Dowager's palace should have been the most solemn place in this deep palace.

But tonight, the atmosphere in the bedchamber was rather strange.

The palace maids and eunuchs on night watch outside had long been sent away.

Only two red candles were lit in the vast hall.

Qin Han hung upside down on the pillars outside the hall, circulating his true energy and suppressing his breathing and heartbeat to the lowest possible level.

Peek through a thin crack in the window paper.

Behind layers of bright yellow gauze curtains, faint sounds of suppressed breathing and the creaking of the bed could be heard.

"You've got some nerve."

Qin Han thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."

Although the "cheap mother" of Emperor Kangxi was a fake, outsiders only knew that she was the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty.

She was having an affair with a man in this palace in the middle of the night.

If Emperor Kangxi were to witness this, the scene would be quite a spectacle.

However, Qin Han had no interest in this trivial matter. He lightly traced a line on the window paper with his finger, and his energy penetrated through it, causing the wooden door to break silently.

Qin Han slipped into the bedchamber like a ghost.

The hall was filled with a strong scent of cosmetics, mixed with a strange, sweet, and fishy smell.

The noise inside the bed curtains stopped.

No matter how much a grandmaster conceals his aura, even top experts will sense danger when someone gets within ten steps of him.

"Who?!"

A sharp, angry shout rang out from inside the bed curtains.

Then, with a "rip," the bright yellow gauze curtain was violently torn apart from the inside.

A disheveled woman, completely naked, rushed out; she was none other than the current fake Empress Dowager, Mao Dongzhu.

However, her eyes now revealed a murderous intent, and her right palm was covered with a chilling bluish-black color.

Bone-Melting Palm.

This palm strike was silent and without any wind, but it was extremely vicious. As soon as it touched the skin, the poison would immediately seep into the meridians and cause the bones to fester.

"court death!"

Mao Dongzhu didn't care who the other party was and struck Qin Han's heart with a palm.

Qin Han stood still, showing no intention of dodging.

Is that all you've got?

Raise your right hand, put your index and middle fingers together, and casually tap the palm of Mao Dongzhu's hand that is slapping towards you.

Fingertips touch the palm.

The two collided with a dull "plop" sound.

Mao Dongzhu let out a muffled groan, and his entire right arm sprang back as if he had been electrocuted.

The bluish-black poison gas rolled back up her wrist, and a clear popping sound of dislocation came from her wrist bone.

"That's impossible!"

Mao Dongzhu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

My Bone-Melting Palm technique, which I've practiced diligently for many years, was broken just like that?

Before she could back away, a short, fat man pounced out of the bed curtains.

The skinny monk.

This person was also naked, but he held three plum blossom darts that glowed with blue light in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist, three poisoned darts, arranged in a triangular pattern, hurtled straight toward Qin Han's face, throat, and groin.

If this teamwork were done by a master of innate talent, they would probably be in a complete mess.

Qin Han remained expressionless and reached forward with his left hand.

With fingers spread wide, he grabs in mid-air!

A powerful surge of true energy instantly formed an invisible vortex in front of him.

The three extremely fast plum blossom darts seemed to have hit a wall of cotton, their speed suddenly decreased, and then they were sucked into Qin Han's palm.

"Click-clack".

Qin Han clenched his fist tightly with all five fingers!

The steel plum blossom dart was crushed into iron shards, which fell to the ground between his fingers.

The thin monk turned pale with fright.

"Kill him! We can't let this get out!"

Mao Dongzhu shouted hoarsely.

If this person were allowed to leave Cining Palace alive today, the two of them would be executed by being cut into a thousand pieces.

Mao Dongzhu and the skinny monk exchanged a glance, and then attacked simultaneously!

Mao Dongzhu's body seemed to lose its bones in an instant, like a strange snake, wrapping around Qin Han's legs at an incredible angle, close to the ground.

The skinny monk then leaped into the air, his arms swinging like iron rods, smashing down on Qin Han's skull from above.

With a combination of up and down movements, their deadly moves were fully revealed.

"Fancy and overly complicated."

Qin Han snorted coldly.

He slightly raised his right leg, completely ignoring Mao Dongzhu who was wrapping around him on the ground, and aimed at the skinny monk in mid-air, then unleashed a large handprint formed from true energy.

"Snapped!"

The slap landed squarely on the skinny monk's face.

How terrifying is the power of a Grandmaster?

Moreover, it also carries the powerful true energy of the Dragon God Technique.

Before the skinny monk could even scream, he was sent flying backwards, spinning in mid-air.

He crashed into the vase and screen behind him, and when he landed, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, even spitting out two teeth. He lay on the ground, unable to get up again.

At the same time, Mao Dongzhu's hands had already grabbed Qin Han's ankles.

He unleashed the Bone-Melting Palm technique once more, intending to turn his opponent into a pus-filled mess with a single blow.

Qin Han's leg energy surged, shattering her palm strike.

Then, he lifted his leg and kicked Mao Dongzhu in the lower abdomen.

Mao Dongzhu crashed into the edge of the bed, curling up like a shrimp, sweating profusely from the pain.

The battle lasted no more than five breaths from start to finish.

Qin Han looked at the two naked lovers and glanced disdainfully at the two old men; it was truly an eyesore.

They kicked the clothes on the ground at the two of them.

"You two, put your clothes on first. You're an eyesore to me."