Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Beside the flag, several monks dressed in robes sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting sutras with their eyes closed, and slowly moving strings of prayer beads between their fingers.

Qin Han turned his gaze and saw the Taiji diagram flag on the other side.

Wudang.

Further away, a group of people dressed as beggars occupied a large area of ​​land. The leader was a middle-aged man who leaned on a bamboo cane, and his patched clothes were clean.

The Beggars' Sect.

"Good heavens!" Dong Tianbao grinned as he saw them too. "Shaolin, Wudang, and the Beggars' Sect are all here? Are they here to observe the ceremony? Or to seize territory?"

Zhang Junbao shook his head: "It's ostensibly about observing and witnessing the ceremony, but in reality..."

"Actually, they're just here to get their share of the meat," Qin Han finished her sentence for her.

The camp of 100,000 golden snakes, plus the treasure of the rebel king.

With such a large piece of fatty meat in front of you, who wouldn't want to take a bite?

So-called prestigious and upright families are no different from those bandits and outlaws in their hearts; they are all just big landowners.

However, when they rob something, they first recite a couple of lines about justice and the big picture.

Qin Han had long seen through these prestigious and orthodox schools.

"What you say is true, brother. They're a bunch of hypocrites. Junbao and I learned that firsthand back in Shaolin."

Dong Tianbao gave a general account of his experience with Zhang Junbao at Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple also had its territory divided up, and the money from the pilgrims was also allocated.

The group was chatting idly about gossip about martial arts sects.

A huge notice was posted on the high platform downstairs, with the rules of the championship written in large vermilion characters.

But what caught his eye was not the announcement, but the two groups of people standing below the platform.

The group on the left surrounded a young woman dressed in plain white mourning clothes. She had a beautiful face, but her brows were filled with deep sorrow.

Xia Qingqing.

Yuan Chengzhi's widow.

The group on the right was protecting a woman dressed in a pale yellow dress, who had a dignified demeanor.

Zhu Meichu, the ninth princess of the Ming Dynasty.

The two women initially became enemies because of their rivalry over Yuan Chengzhi. Zhu Meichu's support for Yuan Chengzhi was ultimately a way to get rid of her old flame.

Now that Yuan Chengzhi is dead, Zhu Meichu must be out of her mind to support Xia Qingqing's rise to power.

The two groups were about ten steps apart, their gazes sharp as knives, their tension palpable.

Just then, a burly man from the group on the right stepped forward, his large, round eyes sweeping over Xia Qingqing, his voice booming like thunder.

"Xia Qingqing! Yuan Chengzhi is dead, and you, a mere woman, still want to control the Golden Snake Camp?!"

"Don't you find it ridiculous!"

The people behind Xia Qingqing immediately erupted in chaos.

"Bullshit! The Golden Snake Camp was founded by Chief Yuan!"

"Who do you outsiders think you are, pointing fingers and telling people what to do!"

The tension between the two sides was escalating.

Qin Han stood in the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Su Quan leaned closer to him and whispered, "Young master, would you like to...?"

"No rush."

Qin Han smiled.

"Let's just watch the show."

As they were talking, the curtain behind the platform was lifted, and a leader dressed in the uniform of the Golden Snake Camp came out. He was about to clear his throat to stop the conversation between the two sides.

A piercing sound of gongs and drums rang out from the other end of the market, instantly drowning out all the other noise.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

A group of people dressed in all sorts of strange costumes, beating drums and gongs, and carrying several huge banners, were hopping and skipping towards this side.

Several large characters were written on the banner.

The Starry Sky Immortal possesses boundless magical power.

He possessed extraordinary abilities and was awe-inspiring throughout the world.

Wherever the procession passed, the crowds reacted as if they had encountered a plague, retreating in terror to both sides and forcibly making way for it.

Those disciples of the Starry Sky Sect were all arrogant and haughty. If anyone was slow to dodge, they would either kick them or slap them in the face.

"Get out of my way! Don't block the old immortal's path!"

"A bunch of lowly commoners, do they even deserve to see the holy face of this sage?!"

Arrogant, domineering, and utterly disregarding everyone.

In the center of the procession, four disciples carried a simple sedan chair made of bamboo. An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a gray robe, sat on it, stroking his beard. His face was well-maintained and rosy, making him look like he was in his fifties or sixties, but the sinister aura in his eyes could not be hidden.

It was none other than the Starry Sky Old Monster, Ding Chunqiu.

"Brother, what kind of monsters and demons are these? Why are they making such a big fuss?"

Dong Tianbao scoffed at this flamboyant style and felt the other person deserved a beating.

Zhang Junbao frowned.

"The Starry Constellation Sect, an evil sect from the Western Regions, is known for its eccentric behavior and poisonous skills. I never expected them to come here."

Su Quan's expression was solemn. She leaned close to Qin Han and whispered, "Young Master, it's Ding Chunqiu, the Old Monster of the Star Constellation Sect. This man's poison skills are superb, making him extremely difficult to deal with. Moreover, he is narrow-minded and vindictive."

Qin Han looked at Ding Chunqiu sitting in the sedan chair, and the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.

In my mind, the last trace of resentment and unwillingness of Wu Yazi before his death flashed through the forbidden area of ​​the Xiaoyao Sect.

Ding Chunqiu.

Clean house.

This was the promise he made to Wuyazi.

The Southern Song Dynasty searched for so long but couldn't find him. It turned out he had retreated to Shandong and even came to Mount Tai.

A cold smile appeared on Qin Han's face.

Old man, you're really something else, choosing the path to hell over the path to heaven.

At that moment, Ding Chunqiu's seemingly cloudy old eyes suddenly gleamed, and his gaze fixed on a figure frantically trying to escape at the edge of the crowd.

It was a girl dressed in purple, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with pretty features. Her big eyes were filled with fear and panic as she desperately tried to shrink back into the crowd.

Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, his voice echoing throughout the entire venue.

"Ah Zi!"

"You little slut who stole my Divine Wood Cauldron, how dare you show your face on Mount Tai?!"

"Get over here, you old immortal!"

Upon hearing this voice, the girl in purple trembled, and her face instantly turned pale.

Several Xingxiu Sect disciples had already surrounded her with sinister smiles. Azi gritted her teeth, took out a small paper packet from her bosom, and threw it forcefully at the two people rushing in front.

A cloud of multicolored powder exploded in mid-air.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"Poisoned! That little bitch poisoned me!"

The two disciples covered their faces and collapsed to the ground, rolling around. Their skin festered and turned black at a visible speed, a truly horrifying scene.

The surrounding martial arts practitioners were so frightened that they retreated a great distance, afraid of getting even a speck of powder on themselves.

Ah Zi seized the opportunity to turn around and run away.

But before she could run a few steps, a sinister voice came up behind her.

"Junior sister, running away as soon as you see your senior brother is so impolite!"

A figure flashed by, and a tall, thin man holding an iron paddle blocked her way.

It was Ding Chunqiu's eldest disciple, Zhaixingzi.

Azi's heart sank, and without saying a word, she threw several more packets of poison powder over.

Zhaixingzi just chuckled, waved his iron paddle, creating a gust of wind that blew the poison powder back intact.

Azi cried out in surprise and rolled on the ground in a sorry state before managing to dodge.

But as soon as she got up, several more figures appeared behind her and to her left and right, blocking all her escape routes.

Chuchenzi, Tianlangzi...

All of Ding Chunqiu's most formidable disciples were present.

"Junior sister, come back with us. Master misses you terribly."

Zhaixingzi approached step by step, a cruel smile on his face like a cat toying with a mouse.

Backed into a corner with nowhere to retreat, A Zi looked at her former senior brothers around her, their faces filled with undisguised mockery and amusement.

Her bright, lively eyes darted around, and she bent her knees, about to kneel down and beg for mercy.