Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

When Qin Han returned to Fulai Inn, the sky was already showing the first light of dawn.

The light was still on in the room upstairs. Da Shuang'er and Xiao Shuang'er hadn't slept all night. When they saw the door being pushed open, their hearts, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down a bit.

"Young Master!"

Qin Han took off the black brocade robe that had gotten dirty in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion and casually tossed it aside.

The coarse cloth that had been re-bandaged under his ribs had seeped a little dark red again.

Da Shuang'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted the bloodstain and her voice trembled with tears as she hurriedly searched for the wound medicine she had bought the night before.

"Young master, you've gotten into a fight again?"

"I've run into someone who's not easy to mess with."

Qin Han patted Xiao Shuang'er's head, thinking that the girl was just too sentimental, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The Hundred Flowers Pavilion collapsed, and there was no need to explain the details of Dongfang Bubai's embroidery needles and the strange true energy of the Sunflower Manual to the two maids.

Xiao Shuang'er brought over a basin of hot water, and quickly untied the bandages, cleaned the wound, and reapplied the medicine.

A warm towel brushed against my skin, causing a slight stinging sensation.

"Sir, then shall we meet tomorrow..."

"Walk."

Before she could finish her question, Qin Han closed his eyes. "The plan remains unchanged. There might even be some unexpected gains."

As dawn broke, the carriage rumbled as it drove out of the south gate of Laiyang City.

The driver, having received instructions, no longer took the main road, but instead chose a desolate path, heading south.

After traveling sixty li, at the end of the official road, a deserted village came into view.

The earthen walls had collapsed, and the thatched roofs were so rotten that you could see the sky. At the entrance of the village stood an old elm tree, its gnarled branches resembling a ghostly claw reaching towards the sky.

Qin Han lifted the carriage curtain, his gaze sharpening.

The entire deserted village was surrounded by dozens of men with knives hanging from their waists, their uniform snake-shaped patterns on the scabbards indicating their identities.

The Divine Dragon Cult.

"So many people..." Xiao Shuang'er peeked out from his shoulder and exclaimed softly.

"Shhh."

Qin Han raised his hand and pressed down on her little head, but a thought suddenly occurred to him.

The information provided by Dongfang Bubai was indeed accurate.

His gaze passed over the wall of people and precisely locked onto the dilapidated ancestral hall in the very center of the village.

Half of the ancestral hall collapsed, and the entrance was blocked by people, but no one dared to step across the threshold.

At the bottom of the steps, Azure Dragon Envoy Xu Xueting and Crimson Dragon Envoy Wugen Daoist stood side by side, their expressions impatient.

Inside the ancestral hall, a red figure leaned against a broken shrine, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Su Quan.

Her hair was disheveled, and there was a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on her left arm, with blood soaking half of her sleeve.

He barely managed to stay upright by bracing himself against the ground with a chipped dagger.

Even in such a disheveled state, there was not a trace of fear on her beautiful face.

Xu Xueting took a step forward, her tone playful, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Madam, why are you doing this? Hand over the Forty-Two Chapters Sutra, and the leader, out of consideration for our past relationship, might allow you to leave with a whole corpse."

"Whole corpse?"

Su Quan laughed, a hoarse laugh tinged with blood. "That old bastard Hong Antong, he can be ruthless to me today, and he can be ruthless to you tomorrow. You bunch of dogs, you'll all end up the same way sooner or later!"

The Rootless Taoist sighed, "Madam, you've followed the leader for so many years, why push yourself to the brink?"

"Have you reached a dead end?"

Su Quan spat out a mouthful of blood, "That old bastard openly helped Ao Bai. Now that Ao Bai is dead, Shenlong Island will definitely be purged by Kangxi! The scriptures are right here with me. If you have the guts, come and get them yourself!"

Xu Xueting's patience finally ran out, and his face darkened.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

With a wave of his hand, he shouted, "Go! Live or die, get the scriptures!"

The believers at the entrance shouted, brandishing their knives, and surged toward the ancestral hall like a tide.

Su Quan took a half step back, pressing her back against the cold shrine, and held her short sword horizontally.

Behind the carriage curtain, Qin Han's brows furrowed slightly.

Not right.

He had heard of Su Quan's martial arts skills; she was second only to Hong Antong in the Divine Dragon Cult. Even if she was injured, she shouldn't have been forced to this point by these two Dragon Envoys and a bunch of small fry.

Looking at the swaying red figure in the ancestral hall, seeing that although she was trying her best to hold on, the flow of her inner energy in her sword moves was clearly abnormally obstructed, and her face was flushed with an unusual redness...

This wasn't exhaustion; it was more like being poisoned by some kind of strange, internally acting poison.

The Divine Dragon Sect, Leopard Embryo Tendon-Changing Pill.

Wei Xiaobao had this item before, so he recognized it quickly.

Qin Han understood.

That old bastard Hong Antong really doesn't trust anyone; he even drugged his own wife.

So be it.

It's because Qin is a kind and charitable man who can't stand seeing beautiful women in distress.

He turned around and met the worried looks of the two maids.

"You two stay in the car and don't come out."

Da Shuang'er tugged at his sleeve, her eyes filled with worry: "Young Master, your injuries haven't healed yet..."

"It's alright."

Qin Han patted the back of her hand, his tone relaxed, "To deal with this bunch of chickens and dogs, even 30% of your strength is too much."

Before he finished speaking, he had already lifted the curtain and gotten out of the car.

Without any unnecessary movements, he lightly touched the cart shaft with his toes, and then, like a roc spreading its wings, he soared into the air.

His figure left a stunning afterimage in mid-air, leaping over dozens of feet of withered grass, and heading straight for the ancestral hall!

The Dragon Cult members who were besieging below suddenly felt the light above their heads dim and instinctively looked up.

"What is that?!"

The gasp was still stuck in his throat.

Qin Han had already flipped his palm in mid-air, bringing down the force of ten thousand pounds with a single strike!

Flying dragon in the sky!

There was no deafening roar of a dragon, only a dull thud from the extreme compression of air!

The golden dragon-shaped energy, carrying an unparalleled shockwave, crashed into the dense crowd!

The dozen or so cult members at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before their bodies instantly disintegrated and vaporized under the violent palm force.

A thick cloud of blood mist shot into the sky and then fell like rain!

Wherever they were, only a few clumps of rotten flesh remained, indistinguishable from each other; not even a complete corpse could be found.

A terrifying shockwave exploded outwards in a ring, sending hordes of cult members flying through the air. Their weapons were knocked from their hands, bones were broken, and they tumbled about in mid-air.

Those who were lucky enough to survive were already terrified out of their wits. Their legs went weak, and they all knelt down on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.

At the foot of the ancestral hall steps, Xu Xueting and the rootless Taoist priest's expressions changed drastically!

The aftershocks of the palm strike swept towards them. The two men tried their best to move sideways for more than ten feet each, but they were still shaken and their blood and qi surged, leaving them in a sorry state.

The dust has settled.

A figure landed steadily in front of the ancestral hall, with his back to Su Quan and facing the two still-shaken dragon envoys.

Having been bandaged by the two sisters, he was currently shirtless. On his left shoulder, the black and gold dragon pattern seemed to come alive in the gloomy light, its indifferent dragon eyes looking down at the ants before him.

The color drained from Xu Xueting's face the moment she saw the dragon pattern.

That physique, those dragon markings, that palm strike…

He heard the secret report from the capital city that night from Fat Monk and Lu Gaoxuan no less than three times!

The cult leader even gave an order that if any of his spies encountered this person, they should not resist but simply flee!

The rootless Taoist's hand holding the throwing knife trembled as if it were sifting through a leaf, and his teeth chattered.

"It's...it's him!"

Inside the ancestral hall, beside the shrine, Su Quan loosened her grip on the short sword, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

Qin Han didn't turn around, but glanced at the two dragon envoys in front of him who were terrified, and asked the question knowing the answer.

"People from the Divine Dragon Cult?"