Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

In the deathly silence of the training ground.

A dull thud came from the foot of Mount Tai.

"Thump...thump..."

Neat and uniform, with a metallic feel.

The sound waves grew louder and denser as they approached from afar.

It was like hundreds of war drums beating at the same time, or like countless iron boots falling on the stone steps, crushing down towards the mountaintop, step by step.

What was that sound?

"Was it an earthquake?"

The martial arts practitioners in the training ground turned pale and looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

The mountain leaders, including Chu Hongliu and Sha Tianguang, felt their hearts pounding wildly, a sense of foreboding rising from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

Before they could figure it out...

"Report!"

A henchman responsible for keeping watch on the mountainside tumbled and crawled in.

He was covered in sweat, and his voice was filled with fear.

"No...this is terrible!"

"The area below the mountain is teeming with soldiers!"

"Block all the roads in and out!!"

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"What?!"

"Where did these soldiers come from?!"

"It's all over, it ......"

Panic spread like a plague.

The Golden Snake Camp used the pretense of a heroes' gathering to attract outsiders, but how could a 100,000-strong anti-Qing rebel army possibly follow them to Mount Tai?

The leaders here only brought their own personal attendants.

Some of the martial arts enthusiasts who were just there to watch the spectacle have already begun to scatter and flee.

"Hurry! Break through on the north slope!"

"The north slope is fenced off too! When I came back just now, it was packed with people!"

Chu Hongliu's face turned pale.

Sha Tianguang's hands were trembling.

Xia Qingqing and Zhu Meichu were also shocked, as they had not expected such a turn of events.

Despite his shoulder injury, He Tieshou instinctively shielded Xia Qingqing behind him and said coldly, "Don't panic! First, find out who they are!"

Just as everyone was in a state of chaos and at a loss,

Two people moved.

Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, who had been standing beside Qin Han, both took a step forward at the same time.

The two turned to face Qin Han and knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness!"

Dong Tianbao spoke first.

"The Qin army's Tiger Guard Battalion and Divine Machine Battalion, totaling eight thousand soldiers, have completed the encirclement of Mount Tai!"

Zhang Junbao followed closely behind.

"All the routes down the mountain are under our control."

"Please give your instructions, Your Highness!"

Their voices, amplified by their inner energy, resounded throughout the entire training ground.

That fierce, bloodthirsty aura, honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly overwhelmed all the noise.

The entire room fell silent.

It was even quieter than when Aqing made her move.

Your Highness?

Qin army?

Tiger Guard Battalion?

The Divine Machine Battalion?!

Chu Hongliu, Situ He, Xia Qingqing...

All eyes turned to the man.

King of Shu.

Qin and Han dynasties.

That prince who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops and whom even the Song emperor had to acknowledge.

That grandmaster who single-handedly killed Ao Bai in the capital and became famous throughout the world.

It turns out that there was no such person as "Ye Wudao" in the martial arts world from beginning to end.

Standing here is a true king.

Chu Hongliu's mouth was open, unable to close.

He had suspected his identity before, but he never expected that this young man was a powerful regional official who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops.

What's there to argue about?

In terms of fists, two of his subordinates could go toe-to-toe with the Five Greats.

In terms of numbers, the regular army has already surrounded the mountain. And this was all done right under the Qing Dynasty's nose!

From the moment Qin and Han set foot on Mount Tai, everyone was already fish on a chopping board.

Qin Han was very satisfied with the current situation. It was worth it for him to have Tianbao and Junbao transfer troops to Shandong in batches and deploy them around Shandong months in advance.

His gaze swept across the entire room with disdain.

"I have come to Mount Tai for only two things."

The sound clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Golden Serpent Camp".

"The Treasure of the Rebel King".

He knew that the so-called treasure of the rebel king was actually the treasure of Dagongfang, which was probably hidden somewhere by Yuan Chengzhi.

"Now, I'm giving you a choice."

There was a brief pause.

"Those who obey me will prosper."

His tone suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly changed the subject.

Those who oppose me...

As the last word was uttered, a murderous aura poured down as if it were a tangible force.

"Death!"

Chu Hongliu's legs went weak, and she almost knelt down on the spot.

Sha Tianguang wasn't much better off; the two troublemakers from the Golden Snake Camp had cold sweat dripping from their foreheads onto the ground.

No one dared to speak.

Right there in this suffocating, deathly silence.

Xia Qingqing and Zhu Meichu exchanged a glance.

They saw a deep sense of powerlessness in each other's eyes.

The tide is gone.

Powerless.

Since that's the case, why not... take a gamble?

Xia Qingqing spoke first, her voice clear and bright.

"Xia Qingqing!"

Zhu Meichu followed closely behind and removed her veil.

"A-Jiu!"

"We are willing to lead our respective troops to submit to His Highness the King of Shu!"

"And we will reveal the location of the rebel king's treasure, to help Your Highness restore order to the world and drive out the Tartars!"

Their voices were firm and resolute.

Having said that, she gracefully bowed in the direction of Qin and Han in front of everyone.

Chu Hongliu finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

Even Xia Qingqing and Wangwu Mountain have declined.

What right do these outlaws have to resist?

But there were always one or two who didn't believe in superstition.

"Damn it! I refuse to accept this!"

A burly man wielding a broad axe, whose identity was unknown, immediately jumped out from the crowd.

"So what if I'm the King of Shu? This is Shandong! Not your Sichuan territory! You think you can make me..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the crowd!

From the start of the conference, he mingled among the martial arts practitioners who were attending the ceremony.

Beneath the bronze mask were a pair of emotionless eyes.

"Noisy."

"laugh!"

A streak of blood-red sword light, moving with incredible speed, vanished in a flash.

The axe slipped from his hand.

The arm that was still gripping the axe handle was also severed and fell to the ground.

"what!"

A scream shattered the silence.

Lin Pingzhi, wearing a mask, stood with his sword sheathed; not a single drop of blood stained the crimson blade.

Those cold eyes slowly swept across the entire room.

"Anyone who disrespects His Highness again..."

"Kill without mercy!"

The words fell.

Thirty figures appeared simultaneously around the training ground, each wielding a sharp blade.

All wore bronze masks, and all exuded a chilling killing intent.

So they've always been there.

Lurking in the crowd, lurking in the shadows, lurking in everyone's blind spot.

After that, no one dared to make the slightest move.

Qin Han strode forward, heading towards the high platform.

They walked towards Xia Qingqing and Zhu Meichu.

He admired the two women's decisiveness.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he accepted the Golden Snake Sword from Xia Qingqing's hand.

The Golden Snake Camp has changed hands today.

……

That night.

On Mount Tai, camps and tents stood in rows.

The main tent of the Qin and Han dynasties was located at the highest point, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps outside the tent.

The elite soldiers of the Tiger Guard Battalion, clad in armor and wielding weapons, exuded an unyielding killing intent.

Inside the tent.

The candlelight flickered.

Xia Qingqing and Zhu Meichu changed out of their daytime armor and plain clothes, each wearing a light gauze dress, and knelt before Qin Han.

A widow whose brows held a faint sorrow, yet whose charm remained.

One was a noble princess of a fallen kingdom.

The candlelight cast their silhouettes onto the curtain wall, the shadows overlapping.

"Your Highness."

Xia Qingqing spoke first.

She picked up the wine glass in front of her, her voice soft yet clear and articulate.

"Although the Golden Serpent Camp boasts a force of 100,000, its members are not united, and numerous factions exist. The leaders of these factions are deeply entrenched, and their resentments run deep."

"To truly integrate them and make them available to Your Highness... is not something that can be accomplished overnight."

Zhu Meichu took over the conversation, raised her head, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with tears.

"Although we are both women, we have been operating within the Golden Serpent Camp for many years and each has our own network and connections."

"Tonight, we two are willing to serve Your Highness."

"I only ask that Your Highness treat the brothers of the Golden Serpent Camp kindly, and truly shoulder the responsibility of driving out the Manchu barbarians."

After saying that, the two of them simultaneously raised their hands and loosened their belts.

Her gauze dress slipped down, revealing her jade-like shoulders.

Under the candlelight, two splashes of spring color bloomed in competition.