Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han picked up Wanwan and carried her into the house, but his steps quickly stopped at the edge of the bed.

Wanwan leaned against him, feeling weak all over, the blush on her cheeks not completely gone.

"Qin Lang?"

Qin Han remained silent as the burning sensation emanating from the dragon pattern on his chest intensified, and the patterns on his body became visible beneath his skin.

He immediately let go of her hand, stepped back, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and closed his eyes tightly.

Suddenly losing her support, Wanwan stumbled forward half a step, then turned back to look at the man with eyes full of confusion.

"What's wrong with you? You were just..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

Qin Han's previously restrained grandmaster aura was uncontrollably revealed, and an inexplicable force began to rapidly gather towards his dantian.

Wanwan is a disciple of the Yin Gui Sect, so she naturally possesses a similar aura-observation technique to Shi Feixuan, allowing her to clearly see the flow of aura in others.

At this moment, she carefully examined the area...

A faint golden halo emanates from the surface of Qin Han's body, and a blurry dragon-shaped outline can be seen floating at the edge in the light and shadow.

Wanwan's chest heaved violently.

The first signs of a dragon appear?!

She used to think of Qin Han as a powerful prince with extremely high martial arts skills and a large following. More importantly, he had an excellent eye for people, whether it was the well-known Xiao Feng or the nameless Li Jing, Qin Qiong, and others before he met Qin Han...

Which one didn't prove themselves under the Qin and Han dynasties?

She initially followed Qin Han to oppose Shi Feixuan, but later this man almost completely took advantage of her, and she was unwilling to leave him.

So now...

"My mother's taste is indeed excellent."

Wanwan turned around and sat on the wooden chair by the table with her back to the bed, her hands clasped together and pressed against her knees, beginning to protect him.

Suddenly, I thought of that woman, Shi Feixuan.

"What that woman said was actually true. There really are people in this world who are born with a destiny."

……

at the same time.

In the separate courtyard where the Southern Song delegation was staying, maids and servants carried basins of hot water in and out.

Jia Baoyu lay on the bluestone slab, his limbs convulsing, white foam oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes rolled back so that not a single black pupil could be seen.

Hu Weiyong paced back and forth, watching with growing anxiety.

"Doctor, doctor, you need to quickly find a way to save this person!"

The accompanying doctor knelt on the ground and touched Jia Baoyu's wrist with two fingers for a long time.

"Lord Hu, in all my years of practicing medicine, I've never seen anything like this. All six pulses are beating erratically, and the person is clearly becoming unusable..."

The old doctor let out a long sigh.

"This old man... this old man has no other choice..."

Hu Weiyong almost couldn't catch his breath after hearing this; this man was a renowned master healer.

It’s over.

This is going to be a big deal.

If Jia Baoyu were to die in Western Xia for no apparent reason, even if Hu Weiyong had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough to behead him; Jia Sidao would never listen to his explanation.

Mingyan knelt on the other side, crying with tears and snot all over her face.

"Second Master, Second Master, please wake up! Before you came, you were saying you wanted to go back to see Miss Lin as soon as possible..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Weiyong's eyes inadvertently swept across the surface of the wooden table and caught sight of the magical jade.

The once smooth and lustrous surface of the jade now has many cracks, and a tiny chip has broken off at the edge.

He walked over, grabbed the jade in his hand, and examined it.

He wasn't the superstitious type. He'd seen Jia Baoyu throwing things on the ground when he went mad earlier, so he figured that's probably when the pieces broke.

Various excuses flashed through my mind. I couldn't just say, "It just happened for no reason," could I?

Thinking about how to deal with Lin'an next.

He walked a few steps to the long table, picked up a brush, and dipped it in ink.

After pondering for a long time with his wrist suspended, he finally put down his pen and wrote. In the letter, he made no mention of the broken jade, only saying that Jia Baoyu was not used to the water and soil and had been frightened on the way.

We'll just wait until things are settled here, then we'll send him back to Lin'an to recuperate.

As for this damn magical jade, let him wake up and tell his family about it.

He had witnessed firsthand the protective nature of the old lady of the Rongguo Mansion, and he knew he absolutely couldn't get involved in such a disastrous situation; the more clean he was with it, the better.

Hu Weiyong folded the letter he had written, stuffed it into the envelope, sealed it with sealing wax, and then turned and shouted at the door to call in a night watchman.

"Take this and leave the city immediately. Go to the post station, exchange it for the fastest horse, and ride back to Lin'an tonight to deliver the letter to the Jia family. There must be absolutely no delay on the way!"

The attendant tucked the letter into his pocket, turned around, and strode out the door.

Hu Weiyong stood on the edge of the table, looking at Jia Baoyu, who had been knocked unconscious.

He waved to the servants around him, hoping things would improve tomorrow.

"You guys hurry up and carry Master Jia to the inner room and put him on the bed. Keep a close eye on him tonight, and if anything happens to him, you'll all be dead."

......

Inside Qin Han's room, the dark golden halo continued to spread for half a day before gradually receding back into his body.

A dark gold line has appeared around the edge of the dragon tattoo, giving the originally pure black pattern a more substantial feel, indicating that the bottleneck in the meridians of a Grandmaster at the peak of his cultivation has clearly loosened.

Dragon God Technique, Eighth Level: Mortal Transformation!

Transform into a dragon and soar through the sky!

He was still a bit short of a breakthrough in martial arts, but that barrier had become extremely weak.

Given the right opportunity, he will be able to overcome it.

"I wonder if the Divine Blade's unity of man and blade is more powerful, or if my current form as a soaring dragon is stronger?!"

Qin Han thought about it and concluded that the Dragon God Technique should be stronger. The Divine Blade Slash couldn't be executed as freely as he could, and the Dragon God Technique still had its final ninth level of perfection.

If it weren't for the fact that now is not the right time, I would really like to give it a try.

I shook my head, and for some reason, the thought of the Divine Blade Slash came to mind.

As soon as he got up, he saw Wanwan looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Hmm? What's wrong with you?"

Wanwan's usual alluring expression completely vanished, replaced by an unusual seriousness in her eyes.

"Qin Lang".

These two words are now at least nine-tenths true.

"When you were meditating and circulating your energy just now, I couldn't help but use our sect's Qi-observation technique to check you out."

Qin Han raised one eyebrow, waiting quietly for her to continue.

Wanwan took a few steps closer and pointed her index finger at the dragon pattern on Qin Han's chest that had not yet faded.

"The old nuns at Cihang Jingzhai once said that this is a chaotic world, and that a very small number of people will appear in the future."

Such a person is born with the aura of the Purple Star Dragon, and sooner or later he will sit in the highest position and end this chaotic world.

She tilted her chin up, her clear eyes blinking.

"The aura emanating from you is far more powerful than that of the Song emperor I sensed outside the Lin'an Imperial Palace back then."

Qin Han didn't know if the little vixen was serious or not, but the physical comfort he felt was real.

"Oh? You're scared already?"

Wanwan bit her lower lip with her teeth. "Actually, I'm a little scared. I'm afraid you're the type to get bored easily."