Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The reason why the two leaders were so angry was simply a matter of face between the forces. There was fighting and killing every day in the martial arts world. Even the most prestigious sects like Shaolin and Wudang had their disciples get into trouble, but Song Yuanqiao and Xuanci never came out to look for any culprits.

The martial arts world is a melting pot, full of grudges and grievances. If you get killed, you can only blame your lack of skill. But if you kill Song Qingshu of Wudang, or the head of Shaolin, then this is a much bigger deal...

The same applies to the Green Robe Pavilion. It has many second- and third-rate assassins and killers. Even if Qin Han killed the leader of the Green Robe Pavilion, the higher-ups of the assassin organization would accept it because the person he was impersonating was Murong Fu from the Murong family of Gusu. But killing a high-ranking figure like the leader of the pavilion would be a much bigger deal!

Anyone who didn't know better would think that the infamous Green Robe Tower was afraid of the Murong family, and that the leader of the tower wouldn't dare to utter a sound after being killed...

Two days is enough time for Qingyi Tower's intelligence network to relay the message back.

"Second Master, don't be anxious," a man wearing a mask resembling a demon with a seven-pointed star on his forehead said in a deep voice. His voice was relatively calm. "It's still uncertain whether Murong Fu was responsible for this."

This is the seventh leader of the Green Robe Pavilion, and he is always cautious.

"Bullshit!" Erpiao, enraged, cursed, "The two who escaped from the river have already made it very clear! It's said that the twelfth brother died from the 'Blood Fiend Palm'!"

He glared at the other four and said sternly, "This 'Blood Fiend Palm' was passed down by Master Huo, and only the eldest brother and the twelve of us know it! It wasn't Murong Fu who knew 'using their own methods against them,' so what, did we kill the twelfth brother because of infighting among ourselves?!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the dark room froze instantly.

Suspicion of one's own people?

This is a major taboo in the Green Robe Pavilion.

They each have different public identities and are ruthless to outsiders in the Green Robe Pavilion, but they have strict internal rules, the most important of which is the prohibition of internal strife.

Especially now that Master Huo is here today, we can't say anything more.

Once fratricide is discovered, regardless of their rank, they will be subjected to a punishment worse than death.

Seventh Brother was speechless after Second Brother's retort, knowing that Second Brother was telling the truth.

The conversation reached a stalemate.

The remaining gang leaders looked at each other, none of them speaking, and all their eyes turned to the judge-masked man at the head of the table who had remained silent all along.

This is none other than Master Huo, the founder of the Green Robe Pavilion.

The man in the judge's mask seemed to have been resting with his eyes closed, completely ignoring the argument that had just taken place.

Only when all eyes were on him did he open his sinister eyes and say, "I have investigated this matter thoroughly."

The voice was calm and indifferent: "Recently, many sect leaders or elders in the martial arts world have died from their own signature techniques. Disciples from all sects believe that Murong Fu is responsible, and a large number of people are heading to Yanziwu to demand an explanation from Murong Fu."

The judge-masked man paused, looked at the other five people, and then continued, "However, according to our spies in Yanziwu, apart from that gossipy Bao Butong, Murong Fu himself and his three other retainers have indeed not shown up in Canhezhuang for a long time."

Upon receiving news of the twelfth prince's death, I immediately mobilized the forces of the Green Robe Pavilion across various regions to track down Murong Fu's whereabouts.

Eagle's gaze swept over the five people present.

"All the clues indicate that Murong Fu's most recent appearance was in Dali. Therefore... the one who killed the twelfth prince on the Yangtze River is most likely Murong Fu himself."

Although it's speculation, things are already quite clear.

"Master Huo is brilliant!"

The two leaders immediately chimed in, "Then what are we waiting for? Since that brat Murong Fu dared to touch the leader of our Green Robe Pavilion, let's make him pay with blood! Isn't he known as 'Southern Murong'? Let's wipe the Murong family of Gusu off the map of the martial arts world!"

"Expulsion?" The judge-masked man's lips twitched. This second son was only good at martial arts; his brain was truly useless. "Second son, you're still so impulsive. The Murong family of Gusu has been established in Jiangnan for over a century. How can they be wiped out so easily? Don't be fooled by the fact that only that junior, Murong Fu, is in charge of the Murong family. That Murong kid is no simpleton. There might be some hidden master from the Murong family protecting him in the dark."

"A master? Then... then are we just going to let it go like this?" The second master was puzzled. The last patriarch of the Murong family, Murong Bo, was dead. How could there be any master left?

But since Master Huo had said so, there might actually be one. However, he was clearly unwilling to just let it go like that.

"Forget it?" The masked judge's tone was chilling. "There's no reason for my leader of the Green Robe Pavilion to die in vain. Originally, we kept to ourselves with the Murong family, and my Green Robe Pavilion never accepted any jobs from them. Since Murong Fu wants to use my Green Robe Pavilion to show off his heroism..."

As he spoke, he got up and walked to the center of the dark room, with his back to everyone, looking at the power distribution map of the Murong family in Jiangnan on the wall.

"I haven't been able to find out where Murong Fu is, but I imagine he's still on that Chai family merchant ship. Dealing with Murong Fu will be very troublesome. But... doesn't Murong Fu have four loyal retainers?"

A cruel smile appeared on the face of the man in the judge's mask.

"Since we can't find Murong Fu himself, let's target his right-hand men!"

His sinister gaze locked onto a location in the Jiangnan region on the map. "A piece of intelligence arrived today, saying that among the four great generals of the Murong family, Deng Baichuan, the 'Master of Qingyun Manor,' and Gongye Qian, the 'Master of Chixia Manor,' are currently returning to the Taihu Lake area to deal with those from various sects and factions who have come to Yanziwu to cause trouble."

At this point, his tone turned cold: "Isn't the Murong family using their own methods against them? Fifth and sixth brothers, you know the most martial arts from various schools of martial arts, go and help Murong Fu spread his fame even more."

The Green Robe Tower was a business of taking money and committing murder and arson. During this time, they seized many martial arts manuals from various schools and sects, which were studied the most by the Fifth and Sixth Brothers. Framing others was a common occurrence for them.

"Yes, Master Huo!"

The two quickly agreed. The judge-masked man then looked at the other two, "Second brother and seventh brother, I'll give you the routes for Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian later. Find an opportunity to take their lives yourselves."

"no problem."

The two gourd-handlers and the seven gourd-handlers answered in unison.

……

Western Xia, Yipintang.

A caravan of Western Xia soldiers disguised as merchants is slowly making its way through the city of Song.

In the group, a handsome young man dressed in a light yellow robe with a long sword at his waist was riding a tall horse. This man was Murong Fu.

However, he has now changed his appearance and changed his name to Li Yanzong, and is now a warrior of Western Xia.

"Um……"

Murong Fu shivered for no reason, feeling a chill run down his spine. He looked around warily, but the streets were bustling with people, everything seemed normal, and he didn't find anything suspicious.

"Why do I feel so uneasy lately? It's like something bad is about to happen." Murong Fu frowned.