Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Mao Dongzhu grabbed some clothes scattered on the ground and wrapped them haphazardly around her body, her face turning pale and then flushed.

The skinny monk, clutching his chest, staggered out from behind the bed curtains, half his face sunken in, blood seeping from his gums. He barely managed to move to stand beside Mao Dongzhu.

Both of them were trembling.

Those few exchanges just now completely shattered all their confidence.

The Bone-Melting Palm technique was flicked away with two fingers, and the Steel Plum Blossom Poison Dart was crushed into iron slag.

The skinny monk's external martial arts skills were among the best in the Divine Dragon Sect; ordinary swords and knives were like tickles to him.

That one slap dented half of my cheekbone, and my ears are still ringing.

This kind of gap cannot be bridged no matter how hard you try.

"Who...who exactly are you?"

Mao Dongzhu's voice trembled as she forced herself to maintain her last bit of strength.

"Assassinating the Empress Dowager is a capital offense punishable by the extermination of nine generations of your family! Do you know how many imperial guards are around here? I only need to shout..."

"call."

Qin Han pulled up a chair and sat down, speaking casually.

"Let's see what the imperial guards do to me first, or what they do to you, Mao Dongzhu, the imposter empress dowager."

The name Mao Dongzhu was written.

Her breath hitched.

Qin Han's lips curled slightly. This sense of control, that "I know everything about you, while you know nothing about me," was truly exhilarating.

"What? Surprised to hear your real name?"

Mao Dongzhu's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"Daughter of Mao Wenlong, former Ming Dynasty General Who Pacified Liaodong."

"Black Dragon Envoy of the Divine Dragon Cult".

The last trace of color drained from Mao Dongzhu's face.

Qin Han turned his gaze to the thin monk.

"His nickname is 'Skinny Monk,' originally tall and thin, but after being given the Leopard Fetus Tendon-Changing Pill, he underwent a mutated effect and became short and fat, truly living up to his name. Fat Monk, on the other hand, is the opposite, the fat and thin have switched places. You two are quite interesting."

The skinny monk's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

The previous slap was a physical act of fear.

It's a chill deep in my soul.

The other party understands them better than they understand themselves.

The Qin and Han dynasties did not stop.

"You disguised yourself as the Empress Dowager of the Qing Dynasty and have been lurking in this palace for more than ten years."

"That arrogant and domineering Princess Jianning was not Emperor Kangxi's biological sister."

"It's your son with this skinny monk."

Mao Dongzhu's knee hit the floor tile.

He was completely paralyzed.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

More than ten years.

Everything that had been painstakingly built up over a decade was stripped bare in this man's words with a nonchalant air.

They know even the most private things.

Jianning's background.

Even Hong Antong was unaware of this.

"What...do you want?"

Mao Dongzhu raised her head, the murderous intent in her eyes completely gone.

Instead, there was pure fear, and beneath that fear, a faint sliver of reason.

The other party knew so much, yet they didn't kill him to silence him from the start.

They didn't alert the guards, nor did they go to Emperor Kangxi to report them.

He sneaked into the Cining Palace alone late at night.

What's the point?

"You're smart."

Qin Han leaned back in his chair, leisurely crossing his legs.

"I've come tonight to give you a way out."

"What road?"

The skinny monk had a dry, hoarse voice.

"Submit to me."

Mao Dongzhu gave a bitter smile.

"Young master's martial arts are divine, and we are indeed no match for him. But even if we wanted to submit, we have no choice."

She pointed to a spot on her wrist through her sleeve.

"Leopard Embryo Tendon-Changing Pill. Without the medicine, death is certain within a month."

"Leopard Fetus Tendon-Changing Pill?"

Qin Han scoffed.

He cleaned Wei Xiaobao of both poisons mixed together, and Hong Antong's tricks of controlling people were not even worthy of being presented in front of him.

"I can solve this problem with ease."

Mao Dongzhu was taken aback.

The skinny monk was also stunned.

The two looked at each other, disbelief and a hint of wavering flashing in their eyes.

Qin and Han observed this subtle change but did not give them time to process it.

"However," he stood up and walked to the two men, "you are disciples of the Dragon Cult. I don't believe in empty words of gratitude and selflessness."

"Since you're used to being controlled by drugs before you'll behave, then I'll have to hold back a bit."

Mao Dongzhu's expression changed drastically.

"You need to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, it was too late.

Qin Han raised both hands simultaneously and flicked his index fingers.

Two streams of icy true energy, as thin as cow's hair and as fast as lightning, entered the Jianjing acupoints of Mao Dongzhu and the thin monk respectively.

The moment they entered each other's bodies, they both froze.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

The third breath.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Mao Dongzhu screamed and fell to the ground.

The scream seemed to burst from the very marrow of her bones. Her hands clawed wildly at her shoulders, her nails digging into her flesh, and blood seeping through her clothes.

The skinny monk fared even worse, banging his head directly against the floor tiles.

He kept banging his forehead until it bled, as if only this pain could relieve the torment inside him that was worse than death.

Intense itching.

It surged out from the bone marrow, like thousands of worms crawling inside the bones.

Unable to catch it, unable to scratch it, the more one endures, the more intense the pain becomes.

"Kill me!"

The skinny monk roared, "Please kill me!!!!"

Qin Han stood there, expressionless.

The people of the Divine Dragon Cult are best at feigning submission and then stabbing each other in the back.

From the moment they entered the door until now, these two have never stopped harboring rebellious intentions.

Simply exposing their past won't control this kind of person.

Only by letting them truly experience what it's like to be worse than dead, and etching that experience into their very bones, will they truly become honest.

About half an incense stick's time.

Qin Han subtly moved his fingertips, sealing the acupoints with his inner energy.

Pain suddenly stopped.

Mao Dongzhu and the skinny monk lay on the ground, soaked to the bone, panting heavily, too weak to even turn over.

The way he looked at Qin Han was completely different from what he had done half an incense stick ago.

A fear ingrained in one's very bones—a submissiveness.

"This is called the Life and Death Talisman."

Qin's language is flat and monotonous.

"Much superior to the Leopard Embryo Tendon-Changing Pill. No need for monthly medication, no need to worry about supply disruptions. It only flares up once a year, and if I don't personally intervene to stop it then..."

He paused for a moment.

"You will scratch yourselves to the bone."

The skinny monk was the first to react, pressing his forehead against the floor tiles.

"This servant is willing to serve you like a dog or a horse!"

Mao Dongzhu immediately knelt down, her knees hitting the blue bricks, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"This servant will obey your orders, young master, even at the cost of my life."

Qin Han sat back down in his chair.

After the beating, it's time to offer some sweet treats.

"I do not wish for your deaths."

The two of them trembled and looked up.

"You've performed well. I'll cure you of the poison from the Leopard Embryo Tendon-Changing Pill. Jianning's true identity will also remain hidden. From now on, you will only bear my life-and-death talisman and will no longer be at the mercy of anyone."

A complex light flashed in Mao Dongzhu's eyes.

They've changed masters already?!

"Let's get down to business."

Qin Han looked at her.

"The Forty-Two Chapters Sutra. You've been searching the palace for so long on Hong Antong's orders, how many copies do you have?"

Mao Dongzhu was taken aback, then answered honestly.

"Replying to Your Highness, there are eight books in total, but I only found two."

"Two books?"

Qin Yu's tone was somewhat impatient, "Three more books are needed."

Mao Dongzhu was startled. Could it be that this gentleman had three copies in his possession?!