Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The three of them were no more than ten steps apart.

With each breath Qin Han took, the black and gold dragon pattern on his chest rose and fell.

Ao Bai stood on the pile of broken bricks, the dark golden light on his left arm beginning to flicker, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and it wouldn't last much longer.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King, having mastered the five wheels, did not rush to make another move.

Qin Han stared at the withered old monk.

Mongolian National Preceptor.

These four words swirled in my mind.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King was the most outstanding disciple of the Mongolian Tibetan sect, and his status was comparable to that of a Mongolian prince. It was impossible for him to serve a powerful Manchu official like Aobai.

What kind of interaction could there be between the Mongols and the Manchus?

It can only mean that there was some kind of deal between Jinlun Fawang and Aobai.

If it's an individual act, then it's easy to handle.

Qin Han's fist met the gap between the five wheels, his lips moving slightly.

The Free and Unfettered Sect used telepathy to transmit secret messages.

The true energy condensed into an extremely fine stream, piercing through the noise of flying broken bricks and directly into the ears of the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

"Is the Dharma King serving Oboi on the Khan's orders, or is it your own idea?"

The Golden Wheel Monk paused for a beat as he made his five-round attack.

Qin and Han saw it clearly.

The wonder of the Xiaoyao Sect's secret telepathic communication lies in the fact that Ao Bai, standing five steps away, cannot hear anything.

A look of surprise flashed across the old man's eyes. Experts above the Innate Realm could all use the technique of transmitting sound into a secret place, but to accurately send it into someone's ear amidst the surging and noisy air currents, without others noticing at all, was a level of precision in his control of true energy that he could not achieve.

But as surprised as he was, there was no need to hide it, so he shook his head.

It was not the Khan's decree.

His private dealings with Ao Bai.

Qin Han sneered inwardly, realizing that Ao Bai was probably using some martial arts manual to keep him in suspense.

As someone who had wielded immense power for many years, it was normal for Ao Bai to have some valuable possessions.

The martial arts world in the Western Regions is divided into two lineages: Tantric Buddhism and Tibetan Buddhism. The eight Tibetan monks mentioned earlier came from Tantric Buddhism and were considered fellow disciples of Ao Bai. The Golden Wheel Monk, on the other hand, was a top figure in the Tibetan Buddhist lineage.

This old monk had always coveted the martial arts of the Central Plains.

Back in Xiangyang, they wanted to kidnap Guo Xiang and Guo Fu, partly to threaten Guo Jing and his wife, but perhaps also to seize the Nine Yin Manual.

We don't know what price Ao Bai offered him this time, but it certainly wasn't much less than the Nine Yin Manual.

But none of that matters.

Because the next sentence reveals the true purpose of the Qin and Han dynasties.

The second message was sent secretly.

"Does the Imperial Advisor know that I and Princess Zhao Min of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion have long been in love?"

The five golden wheels of the Golden Wheel Dharma King hung motionless in mid-air.

Qin Han didn't give him time to process it before the third telepathic message came crashing down.

"The Ruyang Prince's Mansion has already tacitly approved of the marriage alliance. Is the Grand Preceptor planning to personally sabotage the Mongol-Han alliance by blocking my way tonight?"

The Golden Wheel Dharma King remained rooted to the spot.

Zhao Min.

He quickly worked backwards in his mind.

Three months ago, Princess Zhao Min set a trap in Dadu, capturing masters from the six major sects of the Central Plains and imprisoning them in the Wan'an Temple Pagoda.

Logically, those people should have been silenced after handing over the martial arts manuals, and it wouldn't be unreasonable to take the opportunity to undermine the foundation of the Central Plains martial arts world.

But Zhao Min suddenly released them.

At the time, many people in the know privately discussed that the princess was possessed by some evil spirit.

Later, news came out that it was because of the relationship between King Qin Han of Shu.

The Golden Wheel Monk didn't take it to heart at the time.

At this moment, Qin Han's words came to an end, and all the fragments were pieced together.

Zhao Min arrested someone, then released them.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, Qin Han, the King of Shu, held military power in four prefectures.

The Prince of Ruyang's family was the most trusted direct descendant of the Mongol Khan.

Zhao Min is the apple of Prince Ruyang's eye.

Her brother, Wang Baobao, was the leading figure among the younger generation in the Mongolian army.

These lines, when connected, all point to one conclusion.

Marriage.

The Mongols have wanted to invade southward for quite some time now, as evidenced by their actions in Xiangyang. If it weren't for Guo Jing and his wife, as well as the Beggars' Sect, Xiangyang would have fallen long ago.

Winning over the largest military force in Shu during the Southern Song Dynasty would directly solve this problem.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King felt a chill run down his spine.

He knew Zhao Min's style of doing things well. This young girl, despite her age, always acted with a grand vision and didn't just look at immediate gains and losses, but considered the overall situation.

Releasing people from the six major sects seems absurd, but if it's to save face for the Qin and Han dynasties and pave the way for a marriage alliance, then it makes perfect sense.

And what about yourself?

To overturn this game for the secret manual promised by Ao Bai?

Leaving aside the retaliation from the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, once the Mongol Khan learned of this, not only would it be difficult for him to keep his position as the Mongol National Preceptor, but the entire Tibetan Buddhist community would likely be targeted by his wrath.

Ten heads wouldn't be enough to chop off.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King clenched his five fingers.

The five golden wheels slowly sank back into the palm of the hand.

Ao Bai was gathering his strength, preparing for the two to encircle him, when he caught a glimpse of Jinlun Fawang's movements out of the corner of his eye, and he froze.

"The Imperial Advisor!"

Ao Bai was stunned and shouted.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King turned around and put his hands together in prayer.

"Benefactor Ao, this humble monk's business ends here tonight."

Ao Bai's eyes were so wide they looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

Damn it!

You helped me create that fire on the other side!

Now you're telling me you're quitting?

"You son of a bitch...!!"

Before Ao Bai could even utter a curse, the Golden Wheel Monk stepped back.

Although I felt that Qin Han was likely deceiving me, I wouldn't dare to gamble even if there was only a one in ten chance.

The five wheels were found among the tattered robes.

"This old monk will not take sides tonight."

Ao Bai was so angry he really wanted to kill Jinlun Fawang first; wasn't that just setting a trap for someone?!

Qin Han revealed a crooked mouth resembling that of a dragon king.

Zhao Min, you're really valuable. I'll have to remember that later.

If I arrest you later, I won't be so ruthless as to destroy your beauty; I'll just give your cheap old man a grandson.

The greatest warrior of the Qing Dynasty faced off against the Qin and Han dynasties alone.

The Golden Bell Cover had cracked, and the dark golden light on his left arm flickered intermittently. The meridians inside his body, which had been scorched by pure Yang energy, were still churning.

Behind him, three hundred elite soldiers of the Plain Blue Banner lay on the ground.

Hong Antong of the Divine Dragon Cult has run away with his men at some point.

The eight Tibetan monks had already been dispersed.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King stood thirty paces away watching the show.

A murderous glint appeared in Qin Han's eyes. He knew that things could get complicated if he waited; a swift victory was necessary!

I wonder if killing the number one warrior of the Manchu will bring some good fortune to the dragon emblem.

The remaining true energy was poured into the muscles and bones throughout the body.

His figure vanished.

Ao Bai only had time to catch a glimpse of a fleeting shadow passing over the broken bricks.

In the next instant, Qin Han was right in front of him.

Less than a foot.

Ao Bai pushed the last bit of his Golden Bell Cover energy to its limit, unleashing a powerful punch with the force of a grandmaster.

However, this punch lacked its previous ferocity; the dark golden light floated away, and the vibrations on the fist surface were much weaker.

Qin Han met the attack with his right palm.

Fist and palm met.

Northern Darkness Divine Art.

The moment Ao Bai's fist touched Qin Han's palm, his inner energy began to leak out uncontrollably.

The dark golden luster on the surface of the Golden Bell Cover pulsed wildly, dissipating from every crack and being pulled away by an extremely ruthless suction force along the contact surface.

"you?!!!"

Ao Bai's eyes snapped open.

The Northern Darkness Divine Skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect!

Qin and Han are now almost at their last gasp, not to mention that after so many rounds of fighting, Ao Bai's true energy has already been depleted by seven or eight tenths. The little bit of energy that remains was absorbed by the Beiming Divine Art, leaving him with no room to struggle.

Ao Bai's right fist was clenched tightly, veins bulging, as he tried to lock his inner energy back into his body.

Useless.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art forcibly absorbed his remaining true energy, which flowed continuously into Qin Han's body through his palm.

The dark golden sheen began to fade from the limbs.

First the legs, then the waist and abdomen, then the chest, and finally the head.

Like a lamp whose oil has run out and is about to go out.

Although Qin Han did not learn Li Canghai's free and easy wind control, he did gain a deeper understanding of the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Ao Bai's body lost the protection of true energy, and his huge body was supported only by flesh and bones.

His knees suddenly bent, but Qin Han didn't let him kneel down.

The left hand reached out.

His five fingers gripped Ao Bai's crown!

Ao Bai tried his best to tilt his head back and break free, his neck muscles tensing.

A ruthless glint flashed in Qin Han's eyes!

His arm veins bulged, and his wrist twisted forcefully!

"Click!"

The sound of a neck bone breaking echoed through the ruins!

The Golden Wheel Monk, who was thirty paces away, felt his eyelids twitch twice.

That's so brutal!

Ao Bai's head was twisted off.

Fresh blood gushed from the severed neck, shooting three feet high and splashing onto the broken bricks and bluestone slabs.

The enormous headless body swayed for two breaths before collapsing.

It smashed onto the pile of broken bricks, kicking up a cloud of dust.

There was a moment of silence.

Chen Jinnan's long sword hung at his side as he looked at the bare-chested, blood-stained figure in the center of the street with a complex expression.

Chen Jialuo's hand holding the fan trembled, not because he was afraid, but because he suddenly realized that this person had done what the Red Flower Society was trying so hard to do.

Yue Buqun's mouth was half open, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't say anything.

Qiu Chuji's hand rested on the hilt of his sword. He had seen countless people kill, but he had never seen such a method of killing.

Qin Han carried the head to the center of the ruins.

The black and gold dragon pattern on his chest suddenly lit up.

Something unseen on that skull was being devoured by the dragon patterns.

Luck and fortune.

The greatest warrior of the Qing Dynasty had accumulated a lifetime of good fortune, but at the moment of his death, he had nowhere to turn and was forcibly taken away by the dragon pattern.

He threw Ao Bai's head to the ground.

His head rolled twice before coming to rest in the pile of broken bricks, his eyes wide open in death, the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) expression on his face frozen in time.

Qin Han glanced around at the remaining crowd.

"The one who killed Ao Bai was Ye Wudao of Guiguzi."

The sound wasn't loud, but it traveled extremely far in this desolate ruin.

The Golden Wheel Dharma King lowered his eyelids and memorized the name.

They won't expose it.

The Qing Dynasty would not submit to the Mongols, and the death of Aobai might not be a bad thing for the Mongols.

Moreover, Qin Han's words were still ringing in his ears.

This man's methods extend beyond his fists. If Mongolia could form a marriage alliance with such a figure, it would be invincible, whether it was marching south to the Song Dynasty or north to the Qing Dynasty.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the end of the street.

More than one group of people is heading in this direction.

Qin Han glanced in that direction.

P.S. This chapter is nearly 3,000 words long. I've been busy working overtime lately, but next month I'll arrange to update three times a day. I'll also set up a rule to encourage more updates, with no upper limit.

This book states from the beginning that it follows the style of Cao Cao, and features multiple female protagonists, including both young girls and mature women. However, the inclusion of Wei Junzi (a character from a martial arts novel) is really ridiculous... If you like stories about fledglings, go read "The School Beauty's Personal Bodyguard," which is still about fledglings.