Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Wanwan was taken aback by those words. Indeed, there were quite a few senior sisters in the Yin Gui Sect who knew the dual cultivation method.

But those disciples didn't learn the Heavenly Demon Art, which only the heirs could practice.

I've often heard those discussions about sex in private.

My master himself had been through it all, and when he gave the instructions, he did leave room for maneuver, only mentioning that the last line of defense must not be breached.

They didn't say much else, but how did this man find out all this information?!

She bit her lower lip with her teeth, turned her face to the other side, and the skin on her neck and collarbone flushed red.

"You, you're just bullying me."

Qin Han took the opportunity to press her down onto the mattress inside the bed, and casually pulled off the bed curtain fabric next to her.

"You insisted on making the bet, and you started all the trouble along the way. If you don't put it out, who will?"

Wanwan shrank back against the brocade quilt.

Looking up at the man pressing down on her, all traces of her usual alluring femininity vanished.

The candlelight outside shone through the gauze curtains.

Her eyelids and eyelashes trembled incessantly, and her voice carried a hint of grievance.

"Then, then be gentle...it really is my first time."

Qin Han then lowered his body, placing one hand firmly on the cushion next to her head.

"Now you're scared? When you were clinging to me in front of so many people, why weren't you scared then?"

Wanwan stretched out two fingers and pinched the edge of the fabric on his sleeve, a few tears welling up in the corner of her eyes.

"Brother Qin, I really..."

She was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

Jiang Yuyan, standing in the outer room, heard the rustling sounds coming from the bed curtains inside.

He sat by the door with a long face.

The master ultimately preferred the enchantress, and could only stand alone outside, sullenly, not allowing anyone to approach him.

The night passed by in a daze.

next morning.

Wanwan peeked half her shoulder out from the gap in the blankets, her slightly messy hair casually scattered on both sides.

Several red marks were clearly visible on her fair collarbone.

I raised my hand and touched the area near the base of my neck; it still hurt a little when I touched it.

"You bastard, how am I supposed to go out and face people?!"

Qin Han had already changed his clothes and was sitting at the table drinking cold tea. Looking at the person on the bed, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"What are you afraid of? Adopt the same attitude you had last night when you were crying and begging for mercy."

Wanwan grabbed a soft pillow from the side and threw it forward, her face instantly turning bright red.

"How dare you say that? I almost thought I was going to die in this bed last night!"

Qin Han raised his hand and caught the pillow steadily, then casually placed it on the chair next to him before getting up and walking a few steps to the bed.

He reached out and pinched her chin, looking at her in this rare state.

"The Heavenly Demon Technique hasn't been broken, has it?"

Wanwan rolled her eyes, then pulled the blanket up to wrap herself tighter, her voice sounding somewhat muffled.

"No, where did you learn all those tricks from? How come you can do that there...that there too..."

Qin Han released his grip on her chin.

"There are many things you can't even imagine; this is just the beginning."

Wanwan's mind involuntarily drifted back to the trivial details of last night, and her ears began to burn uncontrollably.

This man did everything he could except for the last step; she almost lost her life on that mattress.

I felt both angry and annoyed, yet I couldn't stop thinking about those shameful images.

She could only lower her head and bite the edge of the blanket, muttering silently.

......

The third day has arrived.

The group left the territory of Huaiyuan Town and headed towards Xingqing Prefecture along the official road.

Qin Han leaned back in the spacious carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

Wanwan stood next to him, peeled some dried fruit, and fed it to his mouth. Her movements were much smoother than before.

Before, no matter how much she tried to please Qin Han, it was all with a bit of pretense. But after these two days, she had unknowingly become much closer to him.

At the other end of the carriage, Shi Feixuan's gaze swept over the few red marks that occasionally peeked out from the edge of Wanwan's neck, and her eyebrows unconsciously furrowed slightly.

Jiang Yuyan remained seated on the wooden plank of the carriage shaft, holding the reins, occasionally turning her head to survey the situation inside the carriage.

The group of people came across a stone pavilion halfway through their journey.

Qin Han instructed them to stop and rest in the pavilion.

The pavilion was built on a gentle slope by the roadside, surrounded by a few old elm trees; it was late autumn.

The wind outside seeped in through the gaps in the leaves, bringing an even more noticeable chill.

Wanwan grabbed the frame of the bicycle, jumped to the ground, stretched her body a couple of times, and the string of silver bells on her ankles jingled.

As the group began to walk towards the pavilion, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the dirt road not far away.

A dozen or so horses approached along the road, with a young man in a moon-white long robe leading the way.

Duan Yu gripped the horse's reins, looking utterly dejected. Ever since he learned that Wang Yuyan had been taken back to Sichuan by Qin Han, his spirits had been completely broken.

This trip all the way to Western Xia to participate in this marriage proposal was purely to follow my father's arrangement.

After all, the Dali Duan family couldn't possibly not send out a prince or heir who could hold their own, but he had absolutely no desire to fight for this marriage.

His uncle's original words were that he should go out and travel around to clear his mind, and his father also told him to see more of the world so that he wouldn't stay in the palace all day and overthink things.

He sat on horseback, staring blankly at the dirt road ahead.

All that kept running through his mind was Yu Yan, the girl he had met in Xingzilin. It was a pity that the Wang family had all moved to Shu, and he could no longer even go to see her.

Seeing Duan Yu's behavior, Zhu Danchen, who was following behind, let out a helpless sigh.

"Your Highness, there's a pavilion up ahead. Why don't we go and rest for a bit? We've all been running for two hours straight, so we should take a break."

Duan Yu nodded casually a few times with his head drooping.

"Let's rest here for a while, there's still time."

He stepped onto the ground using the stirrups, and walked down the slope towards the pavilion, his eyes casually sweeping over the few people standing inside.

The step I took suddenly froze in place, unable to move.

Shi Feixuan was standing by the pavilion at that moment, her hand on the hilt of her sword, looking at the desolate mountains outside, her white clothes fluttering behind her as the wind blew.

Hearing the sound of hooves below, he turned his head and glanced casually, just in time to meet Duan Yu's gaze as he walked up.

That appearance and that aloof demeanor.

Duan Yu's eyes widened instantly, his mind buzzed, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"God, fairy sister?"

Zhu Danchen, still standing behind and confused, was already rushing up the stone steps toward the pavilion.

"Fairy Sister, it really is you... wait, you don't seem to be Miss Wang, but how come you look so much like her..."

Duan Yu started to stutter, but his legs kept moving forward, showing no intention of stopping.

Shi Feixuan frowned and took a small step back.

The arm holding the colored empty sword was placed directly in front of him to block the opponent's path.

"Young master, please have some self-respect. I am not some kind of fairy sister."