Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Footsteps sounded at the corner of the stairs.

Wu Yingxiong was clearly attracted by the commotion. He walked up to the second floor, fanning himself with a folding fan, followed by eight burly attendants.

Just then, he saw Kublai Khan struggling in mid-air, and his feet paused.

He immediately tilted his head back and burst into loud laughter.

"Who do we have here? Isn't this the fourth prince of Mongolia? How come he's being held up in mid-air by a little girl with her neck in his hand?"

Wu Yingxiong closed the folding fan in his hand and pointed it at the Mongolian prince, whose face was turning blue and red.

"If word of this gets back to your great plains, how will your iron cavalry ever face anyone again?! Hahahaha!"

Kublai Khan noticed that Jiang Yuyan's grip loosened slightly, and he let out a muffled shout.

I felt like dying. There were frequent conflicts between Mongolia and the Qing Dynasty, and the second prince, Ariq Böke, wanted to start by attacking the Qing Dynasty.

He clashed with the Prince of Pingxi at Shanhaiguan more than once.

Seeing Kublai Khan being dealt with, Wu Yingxiong was naturally gloating.

His gaze was quickly drawn to Shi Feixuan.

The woman, dressed in white, sat there silently. Her features were delicate and refined, exuding a cold and aloof air that suggested she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Wu Yingxiong stopped waving his folding fan, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.

His gaze couldn't help but shift half a step to the left, where he saw Wanwan leaning most of her body on Qin Han's shoulder.

Wanwan glanced over, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Two women, each with their own unique beauty, stood on either side of a young man, making Wu Yingxiong stare intently, unable to look away.

The beautiful women I usually see outside the Great Wall are nothing compared to these two.

He vigorously opened the folding fan in his hand, a smile on his face that he thought was incredibly dashing.

"Okay, okay."

Wu Yingxiong took two steps forward, his eyes darting back and forth between Shi Feixuan and Wanwan.

"My friend, you're quite the ladies' man! How about this: you give me these two young women, and I'll offer you fifty thousand taels?"

He stood up straight when he said this, after all, he had a father who was stationed at Shanhaiguan and commanded an army of 200,000 as his backer.

On ordinary days, whether it was an envoy from the Qing court or the Southern Song dynasty, they all had to treat him with utmost respect. Moreover, in the eyes of people like him, women were nothing more than objects.

Upon hearing this, Wanwan's smile widened even more, as if she wanted to slap this idiot to death!

She turned her head and pressed against Qin Han's chest, raising a cup of water to feed him, her eyes watery as she looked at the man, her voice sweet and gentle.

"Qin Lang, look at him..."

The soft, gentle address made several men in the room unconsciously go weak in the knees.

The Golden Wheel Monk realized Wanwan's true identity and could only mourn for Wu Yingxiong.

Shi Feixuan pulled the Color Void Sword in her hand half an inch closer to her chest, keeping an eye on Qin Han's movements out of the corner of her eye.

What methods will this man use to deal with this situation of buying his own woman?

Unbeknownst to herself, Shi Feixuan had not noticed a change in her mindset.

Jiang Yuyan glanced at Wu Yingxiong, then loosened her grip on Kublai Khan's neck considerably; otherwise, the man would have been dead long ago.

Qin Han casually took the wine that Wanwan handed him, gently rubbing his fingertips against the rough cup wall, his gaze passing directly over Wu Yingxiong and landing on the eight guards behind him.

The burly old man standing on the left caught his attention; this man was none other than Liu Dahong, whom he had met in Yangzhou.

Based on the Luo Wang network and some plot points he was familiar with, Liu Dahong was now a fake surrender sent by the Mu Wang Mansion, ostensibly as a guard but secretly as an inside agent.

As for the remaining seven men named Balangxing and Zhang Yong, they must be the source of Wu Shizi's confidence to commit crimes outside.

It's just a few pieces of rotten wood that aren't even presentable.

Qin Han tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. He then raised his right hand and waved to Jiang Yuyan, signaling her to release the person.

Jiang Yuyan loosened her fingers and flicked her hand.

Kublai Khan slammed his body onto the floor, clutching his bruised neck and coughing violently as he awkwardly moved toward the Golden Wheel Monk.

Zhao Min quickly stepped forward and dragged the person up from the ground, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

The man ultimately spared the man's life and didn't kill him.

Qin Han patted Wan Yaonu's pert bottom as punishment for her deliberate stirring up trouble.

Ignoring her flushed and resentful eyes, he spoke in a leisurely tone.

"Didn't your father teach you to be humble and discreet when you're out in the world? Otherwise, you might die out there one day and no one will even be there to collect your body."

Wu Yingxiong's smug smile froze for a moment; in the eyes of people like them, women were simply objects.

He wasn't angry; he felt it was because he hadn't paid enough. He gently tapped the folding fan in his hand against the palm of his other hand.

"Why is this brother speaking so rudely? Even if the deal falls through, we can still be on good terms. If you think the amount you just quoted wasn't enough..."

"Let's sit down and talk again. One hundred thousand taels, or two hundred thousand taels? Or do you think my esteemed Wu family can't afford this sum?"

Wu Yingxiong leaned forward half a body and lowered his voice slightly.

"My father is Wu Sangui, the Prince of Pingxi, so don't worry about me not being able to afford it."

This is why it's not appropriate to openly rob on Western Xia's territory; otherwise, given his personality, he would have already taken action.

Wanwan reached out and wrapped her arms around Qin Han's arm, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

"This guy is so annoying, can't you just get rid of him already?"

As Wu Yingxiong watched Wanwan lean against the man, the greed in his eyes became increasingly undisguised. He raised the folding fan in his hand and pointed it at Qin Han.

"Two hundred thousand taels of silver is enough for you to buy ten large courtyards anywhere."

I think that maid in black behind you has a nice figure; why don't you pack her up and come with me?

A fierce glint flashed in Jiang Yuyan's eyes. Had she really become someone who was just passable?

These days, I've been with Qin Han, receiving his personal guidance along the way, and also having two grandmasters, Shi Feixuan and Wanwan, to answer my questions.

After converting Murong Fu's power, she has now reached the pinnacle of her cultivation.

Wu Yingxiong is just a martial artist who isn't even at the Innate level; he's practically courting death!

Standing at the back, Liu Dahong's eyelids twitched violently twice as he recalled the scene in the Qing Dynasty palace when Qin Han twisted off Ao Bai's head.

Even if you don't know Qin and Han, anyone who can make a fool of a Mongol prince in public and not take it seriously must have a very powerful background if you think about it for a moment.

With three exceptionally beautiful and elegant women by his side who were willing to play supporting roles, he certainly didn't seem like an ordinary wandering swordsman.

Wu Yingxiong's name, Xiong, is truly fitting; it's the Xiong of bears.

Liu Dahong hurriedly reached out and tugged at the edge of Wu Yingxiong's sleeve.

"Young Master, we are here on the Prince's orders to find a husband, so let's not cause any more trouble here."

Wu Yingxiong had always been dissatisfied with this old man from the Mu family, who was always outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, and today he even dared to contradict him.

He immediately swung his arm to break free from Liu Dahong's grasp.

"What do you mean by causing trouble? I'm just talking business with this guy, don't you dare interrupt and ruin my plans."

He raised his finger again and pointed at Wanwan, who was standing beside Qin Han.

"How about 300,000 taels of silver?!"