Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Guo Jing lay on the bed, his face turning ashen and his lips black.

Each breath was accompanied by a short spasm, and his veins swelled up frighteningly.

This scene surprised Qin Han, as he had never heard of "Qianji Drug" before, proving that no one should be underestimated.

Huang Rong knelt by the bed, holding Guo Jing's arm with both hands, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Brother Jing... Brother Jing, hang in there..."

Her voice trembled, and her usually shrewd and insightful eyes were now filled with helplessness.

Qin Han walked to the bedside, reached out and touched Guo Jing's wrist. He probed Guo Jing's body with his true energy and immediately frowned.

Wanwan is right.

The poison of that "Tracing the Mechanism Drug" has penetrated deep into the bone marrow and is now attacking upwards along the heart meridian. If it were half an hour later, even a Great Immortal could not save him.

I can't believe I didn't notice it before; this thing was really well hidden.

"King Qin!"

No matter how clever Huang Rong was, she was helpless in this situation.

Looking at Qin Han, she said in a hoarse voice, "I used my internal energy to suppress the poison for Brother Jing, please... please save him!"

As she spoke, she prepared to channel her inner energy, placing both palms against Guo Jing's back.

Qin Han grabbed Huang Rong's shoulder and shook his head.

"With your Peach Blossom Island skills, not only will you not be able to save him, you'll also end up killing yourself."

Huang Rong's face was covered in tears, and her lips trembled for a long time before she could speak.

She was well aware of this principle, but ever since she settled in Xiangyang, she had been constantly worried and stressed, and later gave birth to two daughters.

Her martial arts skills had long since deteriorated.

Seeing Guo Jing like this, her rationality had long since failed her.

Qin Han took out the blue porcelain bottle he had taken from Wanwan from his bosom and uncorked it.

A refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted from the bottle opening.

He pried open Guo Jing's blackened lips and fed him three crimson pills from the bottle one by one. Then, he used his inner energy to help Guo Jing crush the pills and swallow them.

A moment later, the bruise on Guo Jing's face visibly faded a bit, and his convulsions subsided somewhat, but he still showed no signs of waking up.

"The antidote can only suppress the spread of the poison; to completely expel the poison, we still need her."

Qin Han turned his head to look at Wanwan, who was standing to the side.

"Let's begin."

Wanwan snorted and stepped forward, her bare feet landing on the cold stone slabs.

Her feet were completely free of any dust; I have no idea how this woman managed to do it.

She glanced at Guo Jing on the bed, then at Huang Rong who was crying anxiously beside her, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Young Master Qin, remember you owe me a favor."

Qin Han glanced at her, thinking that it was not like he couldn't save her.

I mainly wanted to see how this little demoness from the Yin Gui Sect would save people.

They released several of her acupoints to facilitate the rescue.

"Stop talking nonsense and save them."

Wanwan stopped being coy and flipped her palms over, placing them on Guo Jing's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

A dark blue light surged from her palm; it was the purest Yin energy of the Yin Gui Sect, which only the purest virgins could master.

The true energy was chillingly cold, even causing the moisture in the surrounding air to condense into tiny ice crystals.

Huang Rong got goosebumps on her arms.

After the extremely Yin energy entered Guo Jing's body, it traveled upstream along his meridians and collided head-on with the black toxin entrenched in his heart meridian.

Guo Jing arched his body and let out a groan.

"Don't touch him!" Wanwan shouted sharply, stopping Huang Rong who was about to step forward, her forehead beaded with sweat.

She is now using her inner energy to peel away those stubborn toxins from her heart meridians inch by inch and push them to the extremities.

This process is extremely delicate; the slightest mistake could shatter Guo Jing's meridians.

Qin Han stood aside and watched. Under his mind-reading ability, Wanwan was indeed completely focused on controlling the direction of that true energy, and was truly trying to save people.

After about half a cup of tea's time, Wanwan's forehead was covered in sweat, but she had a smug smile on her face.

"The toxins have already spread to the limbs, what's next..."

She freed one hand and took out a package from a hidden compartment at her waist.

Upon opening the brocade cloth, one finds thirty-six gold needles, as thin as cow hair, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the candlelight.

The unique golden needle technique of the Yin Gui School.

Wanwan's movements were lightning fast. She picked up the golden needle and stabbed it thirty-six times in quick succession, each needle precisely piercing one of the major acupoints on Guo Jing's body.

The needlework was so fast that Huang Rong could only see a blur.

After all thirty-six needles were inserted, the black toxin patterns under the skin of Guo Jing's extremities began to converge toward the acupuncture points.

Wanwan pulled out the last golden needle, shook her palms, and poured the last trace of Yin Qi into Guo Jing's body.

"Cough! Cough cough!!"

"puff!"

Guo Jing suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out; the blood was almost pure black.

Then came the second and third bites.

With each spit, the bruises on his face faded, and his breathing became steady.

After spitting out the fifth mouthful of black blood, Guo Jing's complexion finally returned to normal, and his brows slowly relaxed.

Although he was not yet awake, his breathing was already steady, just like a normal person falling asleep.

"Brother Jing!"

Huang Rong rushed over, grabbed Guo Jing's hand and pressed it to her face, tears welling up again, but this time they were tears of joy.

She was lying face down on the edge of the bed.

After confirming that Guo Jing was no longer in any danger, Huang Rong turned around and bowed deeply to Wanwan.

"Thank you so much, young lady... thank you so much for saving Brother Jing's life!"

"Huang Rong will never forget this kindness!"

As she bent over, the young woman's voluptuous figure appeared exceptionally shapely in her plain dress, which undulated slightly with her movements and swayed gently in the candlelight.

Wanwan felt a little uncomfortable at this scene, took half a step to the side, and was about to say something polite.

Turning my head, I saw Qin Han leaning against the door frame, looking like he was watching a commotion.

"Mrs. Guo, you don't need to thank her."

Qin Han had witnessed how the Yin Gui Sect saved people, and casually picked up a candied fruit from the table and put it in his mouth.

"This little vixen treated your master Guo's illness, which is something she owes me. Don't act like she did some good deed."

Wanwan's face turned red with anger, and she glared fiercely at Qin Han.

What do I owe you?!

"You! They went through so much trouble, and you can't even say a kind word?"

Qin Han wouldn't be fooled by Wan Yao Nu's appearance; the expression on his face clearly said: You still want nice words?

Huang Rong wiped away her tears, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Qin Han and Wanwan.

Now that Guo Jing has recovered, the female strategist's intelligence has returned.

She could sense the chilling aura emanating from the woman in red, and considering the techniques she had just used, she was most likely a member of the Demonic Sect.

Qin Han's ability to make her obediently save people demonstrates his remarkable skill in controlling her.

She bowed slightly and looked at Qin Han with a serious expression.

"King Qin, you saved Brother Jing's life, I... "

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Han waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Let's talk about gratitude later. Madam, please take good care of Master Guo first."

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