Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Red coat.

Embroidery needle.

The speed at which the sound barrier is broken.

That cold, swirling true energy.

Qin Han strung these things together, and a name popped out from the depths of his memory.

The Sunflower Manual.

There is only one person in the entire martial arts world who can wield an embroidery needle with such power.

Dongfang Bubai after practicing the Sunflower Manual.

Leader of the Sun Moon Cult.

Qin Han looked at the red figure opposite him and suddenly smiled.

"The Sunflower Manual, the Embroidery Needle."

"So it was Blackwood Cliff, the Eastern Leader of the Sun Moon Cult."

The woman in red narrowed her phoenix eyes, and her aura surged instantly.

A murderous aura surged from her body, and the air within ten steps instantly turned cold!

The withered leaves on the ground move swiftly even without wind.

Qin Han watched as her murderous intent surged, but he didn't move an inch.

It's not that I'm not afraid.

Being afraid is useless.

In our current state, we are definitely no match for the other side. On the contrary, we should adopt a more assertive stance to make the other side hesitate to act rashly.

Qin Han stood with his hands behind his back, suppressing the dull pain in his ribs, his face showing no sign of it.

"My name is Ye Wudao."

Upon hearing this name, the murderous intent on the other end paused for a moment.

Qin Han continued.

"I came to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion only to find Lady Su Kui of the Divine Dragon Sect. She took some of my things, and there seems to be some misunderstanding between her and the Eastern Sect Leader."

The chill emanating from Dongfang Bubai had not completely dissipated, but its spread had stopped.

A flicker of emotion crossed his phoenix eyes.

Ye Wudao.

She was familiar with this name.

As the leader of the Sun Moon Cult, how could he not know about what happened in the capital that night, given how quickly the news spread?

After that night, this name became a part of the martial arts world.

He single-handedly held off three thousand Imperial Guards, shattered the Divine Machine Battalion with a single palm strike, and twisted off Ao Bai's head with his bare hands.

This is that person.

She was now certain that her opponent was injured. She had just fought her in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, yet she still had the strength to chase after her and confront her.

What if they were at their peak?

Dongfang Bubai subtly turned the embroidery needle at his fingertips.

Qin Han noticed that the murderous intent had faded before he spoke again.

"The Eastern Cult Leader opened a Hundred Flowers Pavilion and arranged for experts to secretly cripple any foolish guests who came here."

Qin Han paused for a moment, thinking about the likely reason.

"The person the leader is waiting for is Ren Woxing, isn't he?"

Dongfang Bubai's phoenix eyes narrowed, revealing surprise.

Qin Han noticed the subtle tremor of the embroidery needle at her fingertips.

The gamble paid off. Even without that scoundrel Linghu Chong, Ren Woxing escaped, probably because Ren Yingying went to rescue him.

The reason why Dongfang Bubai appeared in such a place, using his identity as a courtesan as a cover, was to wait for Ren Woxing to show his face.

Baihualou is the bait.

It should have been Linghu Chong who came over.

Unfortunately... that kid had already died at his hands.

"Ren Woxing has probably come out of the Plum Manor dungeon."

Dongfang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Plum Manor was the secret stronghold where Dongfang Bubai imprisoned Ren Woxing, and very few people knew about it.

"Ren Woxing is currently gathering his old followers everywhere. Many of the old men in the Sun Moon Cult that you purged back then are still alive."

The woods were so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Dongfang Bubai stood motionless, her red sleeves hanging down, her phoenix eyes fixed on Qin Han, her emotions churning within them.

A cold sound was forced out of his throat.

"Brother Ye, do you know that the more you know, the faster you might die?"

It paused for a moment.

"Could it be that you have a connection with Ren Woxing? Are you trying to interfere in the internal affairs of the Sun Moon Cult?"

Qin Han forced a smile. Sure enough, one shouldn't show weakness when talking to this kind of woman, otherwise, one might inevitably end up getting into a fight.

He had no interest in getting involved in the mess at Blackwood Cliff.

"The Eastern Cult Leader is overthinking it."

Qin Han spread his hands casually, "Ren Woxing's first priority is to find help. His biggest pawn, Linghu Chong, is nowhere to be found; he's either dead or alive."

That's half true and half false.

Linghu Chong could not be found, as he had already died at the hands of Qin Han.

"If Ren Woxing can't find Linghu Chong, he'll definitely try to win over other forces. Shaolin, Wudang, the Five Mountains Sword Sects—whoever gives him face will be in trouble."

Qin Han paused and then said something else.

"As for the chair at Blackwood Cliff, I have absolutely no interest in it."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Dongfang Bubai.

Clad in red, with sharp phoenix eyes and a taut waistline, the person standing in the night exudes a fierce beauty after the murderous aura around them has subsided.

"However, Miss Dongfang's red dress..."

Qin and Han drew out the last syllable.

"I do quite admire it. If the sect leader has any needs, I, Ye, can consider it."

Dongfang Bubai raised a brow. She didn't actually know anything about Linghu Chong, but what this person said was pretty much accurate.

A cold snort came from his nose.

Anyone else who dared to call herself "Miss Oriental" in front of her would have had a needle piercing their throat long ago.

But Ye Wudao is not just anyone.

This is someone who can withstand 70% of her strength even when injured.

Ao Bai died at his hands; three thousand imperial guards could not stop him, and Du Fuwei could not catch up with him.

Which of these is someone to mess with?

After weighing the options, Dongfang Bubai decided that it was not a good time to provoke any more powerful enemies. He still needed to find out about Ren Woxing and Ren Yingying, those ungrateful wretches.

The coldness in her phoenix eyes gradually faded, and her eyebrows curved into a smile.

"Ye Wudao".

I read the name aloud, the last syllable slightly rising in pitch.

"Let's consider tonight's events a compromise between us."

Qin Han nodded slightly, looking as if they had become friends after a fight.

Dongfang Bubai turned around, her red dress billowing in the night wind.

He took two steps, then suddenly turned his head.

"You said you came to see Su Quan? Isn't that Hong Antong's wife?"

Qin Han's face turned awkward. Could this woman possibly have mind-reading abilities?

"Three days ago, my men noticed some strange activity near an abandoned Taoist temple sixty miles south of here. Brother Ye, you can give it a try; perhaps the cult leader's wife is there."

Qin Han raised an eyebrow. Was this considered a friendly gesture?

Indeed, in the world of martial arts, strength and connections are essential; there's not much fighting and killing involved.

As soon as Dongfang Bubai finished speaking, a red shadow flashed.

The branches and leaves swayed, and the night wind swept by.

There was no one there.

Qin Han stood alone in the forest, his ears following the direction in which the aura had gone until he could no longer sense it.

He confirmed he was gone. Only then did my tense body relax.

He clutched his ribs with his left hand and let out a muffled groan.

My back slammed against the tree trunk behind me, the rough bark digging into my spine, which ironically lessened the dull pain.

The standoff just now didn't involve a single move from beginning to end.

However, the consumption of mental strength and true energy is greater than fighting a hard battle. The clash of auras between grandmasters is no easier than a real fight.

Dongfang Bubai, the girl from the East.

Qin Han chuckled twice. Meeting Xiao Zhao, Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhao Min before was Zhang Wuji's destiny.

This time, Linghu Chong has met his fate by encountering the Eastern Instructor.

Looking at the dark branches and leaves overhead, my chest heaved several times before I could calm myself down.

This woman truly lives up to her reputation as the number one expert of the Northern Heretic Path; her strength at her peak is probably no less than that of Du Fuwei.

If we really go all out tonight, given my current condition, the odds are 30/70, and I'll most likely lose.

Fortunately, I have the script for this world in my mind.

Information asymmetry is also the best weapon.

Qin Han took a breath and went over Dongfang Bubai's last words in his mind.

Sixty li to the south, there is an abandoned Taoist temple, where some strange people live.

Is it Su Quan?

Qin Han patted the fallen leaves off his robe and walked towards the inn. As he looked down, he inadvertently noticed an embroidery needle lying on the ground.

Made of silver, three inches long, with a needle tip finer than a hair.

It was dropped during the fight just now, and Dongfang Bubai did not take it back.

Qin Han bent down to pick up the needle, his fingertips tracing the fine, mosquito-like patterns on its surface.

"An Eastern girl's embroidery needle?!"

I put the embroidery needle into my sleeve. When I'm done with this, I might have a chance to meet this cult leader.