Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

It was midnight.

The carriage stopped at a secluded manor outside Jinan Prefecture.

Xie Xiaofeng pulled on the reins.

"arrive."

Qin Han lifted the curtain and stepped down from the carriage.

This manor is a property secretly acquired by Luo Wang, so you can stay here with peace of mind.

The group had just stepped into the courtyard.

Xie Xiaofeng tightened his grip on the horse's reins, his gaze sweeping over the manor.

What a terrifying murderous aura!

This murderous aura was devoid of any emotion, like a weapon born purely for killing.

Su Quan noticed this as well and stepped in front of Qin Han. Although it didn't really help, it was a gesture of goodwill.

In the shadows of the courtyard, the air distorted like ripples on water.

A figure shrouded in a black robe and wearing a silver mask quietly appeared.

"Bang!"

The masked man knelt down on one knee with a thud, the movement clean and swift.

"The Jade Qilin greets Your Majesty!"

The voice, altered by the mask, was androgynous and had a cold, mechanical quality.

This was Lin Pingzhi, who used the alias Moyu Qilin.

Qin Han patted Su Quan on the shoulder, signaling her to step back.

"Go to the study first."

Qin Han put his hands behind his back and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Lin Pingzhi followed him like a shadow, without making a sound. This demonstrated his current superb lightness skill.

Xie Xiaofeng stared at the dark figure, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Who exactly are the people under this Ye Wudao?

Inside the study, the candlelight flickered.

Qin Han sat in a grand chair.

Lin Pingzhi knelt on one knee below, his posture upright.

"How is the intelligence network of the Luo Wang (Net of Heaven) progressing?" Qin Han asked.

"Reporting to the Lord, the net is beginning to take shape." Lin Pingzhi spoke clearly and without a single wasted word.

"Our people have successfully infiltrated the Qing Dynasty's Sticky Rod Office, the Southern Song Dynasty's Imperial City Guard, the Western Xia's First-Class Hall, the Northern Mongols, and the core fortresses of various sects."

"With just a word from the Lord, any intelligence can be delivered to your desk within three days."

Qin Han nodded in satisfaction.

"I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

"Tell me something useful. What big developments have been happening in the martial arts world lately? In particular, how is the Golden Snake Camp doing?"

Lin Pingzhi lowered his head slightly.

"My lord, the Golden Serpent King is dead."

Qin Han raised an eyebrow. He had actually come here intending to help Yuan Chengzhi, but since he was traveling by carriage on the official road, it would obviously take longer.

Yuan Chengzhi is the main character. In the final episode, he leads a group of former subordinates who are unwilling to surrender to the Qing Dynasty, including Wen Qingqing, He Tieshou, Jiao Wan'er, An Xiaohui, Cui Ximin, and Hong Shenghai, and sets sail from Shandong.

To forge a new path overseas, to live as a recluse, and to die peacefully abroad is the proper way.

It seems we really can't judge things the way they were before.

"Golden Snake King Yuan Chengzhi died suddenly five days ago."

"The Golden Serpent Camp is now leaderless and in complete chaos," Lin Pingzhi continued his report.

"In the Shandong area, various factions are not willing to submit to each other, and they have already fought several battles for power and profit."

"Finally, the leaders set the rules: a championship competition would be held at the foot of Mount Tai a month later."

"The victor will be the new Golden Serpent King, leading the 100,000-strong rebel army of the Golden Serpent Camps."

Qin Han chuckled.

"A bunch of rabble, all they can do is engage in this kind of meaningless infighting."

"Doesn't Yuan Chengzhi have a wife? I remember that Madam Xia had a fiery temper; her husband just died. With the way these people are behaving, are they not going to cause any trouble?"

Lin Pingzhi responded in a somewhat strange tone: "Yuan Chengzhi's widow, Xia Qingqing, and Zhu Meichu, the ninth princess of the Southern Song Dynasty, are secretly vying for power."

"Xia Qingqing did not want her husband's Golden Snake Camp to be taken away, so she planned to support one of her own people to take over in order to preserve Yuan Chengzhi's legacy."

"That former Ming princess, who had Mount Wangwu as her stronghold, wanted to take control of the Golden Snake Camp and turn it into a bargaining chip for overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming."

Both sides are frantically searching for powerful external support to better prepare for the upcoming championship tournament.

Qin Han tapped his fingers lightly on the table, roughly outlining the current situation of the Golden Serpent Camp.

The Golden Snake Camp, once a lucrative prize, is now a mess due to the disunity among the leaders of the various mountain strongholds.

But together they number 100,000 soldiers, and if they could be brought under their command, they would be a great asset.

"The Mount Tai Championship?"

Qin Han's smile became playful.

"I was somewhat surprised by Yuan Chengzhi's death, but since I've stumbled upon this grand competition, I might as well join in the fun."

"Let's see what kind of trouble this Golden Serpent Camp can stir up."

Then, Qin Han seemed to remember something and his gaze fell on Lin Pingzhi.

"Oh, right. I have another personal task for you."

"The Lord commands."

"Go and investigate two people for me, start by thoroughly investigating within Shandong province."

Qin Han recalled the plot he had seen in his previous life, but was unsure which version of the Third Young Master's sword it was. So he mentioned both versions to make it easier for Lin Pingzhi to arrange for someone to investigate.

"One of them is called Ding Xiaodi, a boy, who should be a teenager."

"The other one is called Xie Xiaoyu, she's a woman, and about the same age as Brother Ding."

"Focus your investigation on a guy called 'Big Boss,' who should have a subordinate. Also, investigate the 'Celestial Venerable's' influence and any connections to Divine Sword Manor."

Lin Pingzhi did not hesitate at all, nor did he ask any more questions.

"Your subordinate obeys."

"Once you get any information, take the person into custody and report to me immediately."

"yes!"

Lin Pingzhi's figure flashed, disappearing into the darkness like a shadow.

The terror of the Net will begin to show its true colors at this moment.

Qin Han pushed open the door to his study and walked into the courtyard.

Xie Xiaofeng was feeding the horses by the manger, and his movements were already quite skilled.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would never believe that this was the third young master of the Xie family.

"What's wrong? Did that man's murderous aura make your broken sword feel cold?" Qin Han teased casually.

Xie Xiaofeng paused for a moment, then continued feeding the horse.

"That man is a born killer."

"But he lacks something unique to swordsmen. How old is he?" Xie Xiaofeng's voice was still hoarse, but it carried his unique arrogance.

Even though he's a stable boy now, it's only because he wants to live an ordinary life; his relationship with Qin Han is merely a transaction.

Qin Han smiled.

"You are a renowned swordsman who has been famous for many years, and you are of the same generation as Li Xunhuan and others. It is only right that you give your comments, but he is not even twenty years old yet. Perhaps he can find the things you mentioned in the future."

Xie Xiaofeng was taken aback. Was that person really that young? Judging from his figure and aura, he was someone who had comprehended his own "momentum," so he should be a grandmaster at least.

Qin Han turned and went back to his room.

Xie Xiaofeng was left standing there, looking at the night sky with a complicated expression.

Yes, Qin Han is also very young; even he himself is no match for him.

Of course, this is because Xie Xiaofeng hasn't touched a sword for many years; he still relies on fists and feet.

Even if a sword god can achieve the state of having a sword in his heart but no sword in his hand, when facing a master of the same level, having a sword and not having a sword are ultimately two different levels of strength.

The next morning.

Outside the manor.

Qin Han led the women onto the carriage.

"Go to Mount Tai," Qin Han ordered.

Xie Xiaofeng flicked his whip, and the carriage smoothly drove onto the official road.

Inside the carriage, Su Quan was peeling grapes for Qin Han.

The two children massaged each other's shoulders and legs.

Jiang Yuyan, on the other hand, had no place to sit and could only obediently sit to the side, but her eyes flashed with an undisguised ambition.

She has already grasped the basics of the Northern Darkness Divine Art.

Now I urgently need to absorb internal energy to fill my empty dantian.

I've heard about the Mount Tai Championship; there will definitely be many martial arts practitioners there.

This is practically a hunting ground tailor-made for her!