Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Shi Qingxuan had naturally heard of those two people and was just about to ask them why they were in Sichuan.

Suddenly, a shadow descended from the clouds, as if something was flying down towards them.

The shipwrights on deck, who were carrying cables and attaching them to poles, were startled.

"What...what is that thing coming down!"

A white eagle circled around several large ships, as if trying to determine something.

They quickly located the ship where Qin Han was, and with a flap of their wings, they landed in front of the two of them.

Once it landed and stood upright, I realized it was taller than an adult, covered in white feathers, and had very intelligent yellow eyes.

Shi Qingxuan had never seen such a large white-feathered eagle before, and she immediately became interested when she saw the bird.

"Wow, this bird is so beautiful!"

As she spoke, she reached out to touch the bird's back.

The white eagle shrank its neck back and flapped one wing, clearly not wanting to be touched.

Shi Qingxuan pouted, clearly displeased.

"Is this white eagle yours?"

"These are kept by Lingjiu Palace. There are two of them, one male and one female. This one is called Feixue. The other one is called Feihua."

Seeing that this big guy was unusually docile today, Qin Han reached out and patted its head, then pointed at Shi Qingxuan.

"Don't be afraid, she's the lady of the house too."

Feixue stopped dodging and let Shi Qingxuan touch her wings.

Shi Qingxuan immediately smiled and stroked the bird's back with both hands.

"This fur is so smooth, it doesn't even stick to your hand."

Qin Han saw that she was enjoying touching it, so he didn't stop her. He casually took a small bamboo tube from the feathers under the bird's wing.

The bamboo tube was sealed with red wax. He pinched the seal open with his fingers and pulled out the neatly folded letter paper inside.

The writing on the paper was neat and clean, with each stroke precise and orderly; the handwriting was that of Li Canghai.

The first half of the letter was about daily family matters, mentioning that the younger sister was in seclusion practicing martial arts, that the younger sister had lost her temper again these past few days, and that the weather in Chengdu had changed and turned colder these past few days.

The following text is longer, saying that his mother-in-law heard he was coming back and has been making preparations for the wedding.

We've consulted the fortune teller three times already, and we're just waiting for him to come back so we can decide which day to choose. Finally, we asked him how many sisters he plans to bring home this time to Jiangnan.

At the end of the letter, she added a sentence that said it wasn't her asking, but her mother-in-law's, who was worried that there wouldn't be enough room in the house.

Qin Han read the last sentence twice and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Isn't the Qin King's mansion enough to house everyone?"

This is clearly a case of the wife being jealous after not seeing him for a long time.

Hearing Qin Han's laughter, Shi Qingxuan leaned her head closer to the letter.

"What are you laughing at? Who wrote you this letter?"

Qin Han casually raised the letter a little higher.

"My wife's."

"Which lady are you referring to?"

"The one who's the best fighter."

Shi Qingxuan stopped touching the bird.

"You...you have another one who's the best fighter?"

He said it with a hint of nonchalance.

"How good can she be? You can't possibly beat her?"

"Hmm... she's a notch above me in terms of cultivation level."

Shi Qingxuan's eyes widened. What do you mean by being a level above yours?

You're already at the peak of the Grandmaster level, so that level is...

A Celestial Being-level expert?!

Just then, footsteps sounded from the opposite deck. The commotion caused by the white eagle flying down had been so great that almost everyone inside had run out to see what was going on.

Lin Daiyu was wearing a thick cloak, and Xiaolongnu walked over with her.

"Sister, that... what a big bird!"

"Hmm... This is the first time I've seen this either."

Li Mochou came to Qin Han's side.

"Was this letter sent by Lingjiu Palace?"

How did you know?

"Anyone with a bit of knowledge in the martial arts world will inquire about many things about the major sects. There is a rumor that Lingjiu Palace has a pair of white eagles that can travel a thousand miles a day."

Li Mochou's eyes looked somewhat strange.

"One of your wives wouldn't happen to be the Heavenly Child Granny, would she?"

Qin Han folded the paper in his hand.

"What kind of look is that? Don't listen to the rumors from people in the martial arts world. She's not some old monster."

"I...I just wanted to ask her what level she's at now."

"To put it another way, I smashed that stone pillar in the Valley of Heartbreak with one palm last time, but she probably only needed one finger."

The women on deck were all startled.

Shi Qingxuan muttered to herself from the side.

"No wonder you dared to ask in the letter how many you brought; it turns out you're someone's first wife."

Xue Baochai arrived last, carrying a white porcelain plate in both hands, on which were cut pears and peeled oranges.

She moved some of the plate towards the white eagle.

"Eagle, would you like to try some fruit?"

The white eagle didn't even look at what was on the plate, holding its head high.

Qin Han laughed from the side.

"It only eats meat; even if you bring a boatload of fruit, it won't even glance at it."

Xue Baochai was embarrassed.

Little Dragon Girl looked at the white eagle from the side and asked Qin Han.

"Did these snowflakes fly in from Chengdu?"

"Right?"

"How far is that road?"

"Well, actually we're not far from Chengdu now. At the speed of the eagle, it only takes it two days to travel three thousand miles."

Li Mochou's tone carried a hint of jealousy.

"Sending you a letter so quickly, you must be quite anxious, my lady."

Qin and Han doubts.

"What's the rush for her?"

"What's the rush? Are you in such a hurry to count your heads? Let's see how you explain this when we get to Chengdu."

Shi Qingxuan couldn't help but hum, and Xue Baochai lowered her head.

Lin Daiyu and Xiaolongnu didn't understand what it meant.

Qin Han touched the white eagle's neck a few times, and then held an ancestral worship ceremony in An.

It's a good time to go back to Sichuan for a grand wedding and avoid the turmoil in Lin'an during this period.

"No need to explain, I'll write back and tell them to come pick us up later."

As he spoke, he walked to the table where the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were laid out, pressed the paper down, picked up the brush, and began to write.

He wrote a few lines on the paper. Li Mochou, who was standing closest to the small table, could see what was written on the paper clearly.

The first sentence says that the wedding arrangements will be discussed after we return and meet my mother.

The next sentence says that five people will be brought back this time, and if they feel that the house is not enough, they can ask the servants to build another courtyard.

Li Mochou's expression turned strange when she saw this line of text.

Shi Qingxuan, who was close by, also saw the words on the paper and immediately turned her head to look at the person who wrote them.

"Which five people?"

Qin Han put down the pen in his hand.

"Count for yourself how many people are on this boat."

Shi Qingxuan mentally went through the people on the boat; there were exactly eight women, right?

Why are there only five?!

Qin Han rolled up the paper and stuffed it back into the small bamboo tube.

There are five women, that's right: Little Dragon Girl, Li Mochou, Shi Qingxuan, Lin Daiyu, and Xue Baochai, making it exactly five.

As for Hong Lingbo, she could at most be a maid like Lu Wushuang, but her status was different from that of Shen Luoyan and Yun Yuzhen.

We'll talk about it later.

Stop overthinking, there's definitely a place for you.

Shi Qingxuan snorted.

"You make it sound like I really want to."

He re-tied the bamboo tube he had prepared under the white eagle's feathers and reached out to tap the bird's head.

The white eagle cried out, spread its wings, and a gust of wind immediately swept across the deck.

The white shadow flew straight up to a high place, circled the mast once, and then flew upstream.