Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Lin Pingzhi pushed open the door and entered. Taking advantage of the moment when he bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, he glanced at Xiaolongnu through his eyes behind the mask, then quickly looked away.

"Your Majesty, I have important matters to report."

"Back then, Luo Wang investigated all the way from Jiangnan, searching everywhere for almost a year. Just over a month ago, we discovered a force that often had people carrying portraits of Madam Long around searching and inquiring. Now we have them under control."

Qin Han raised an eyebrow. Someone was looking for someone with a portrait of Long'er.

Back when he was in Yangzhou arranging Lin Ruhai's funeral, he gave Lin Ping an order to have Luo Wang find Xiaolongnu's birth mother. The only information he had was "Alan".

With the network of informants that spans the north and south, Luo Wang had been working for over a year without any results, but unexpectedly, someone actually delivered themselves to their doorstep.

Upon hearing this, Ajiu and Su Kui, who were standing next to him, turned their heads at the same time.

When Xiaolongnu heard the words "Lady Long's background," a strange expression appeared on her otherwise plain face.

She was picked up by her master and raised in the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain when she was a child. She only knew that Lin Ruhai was her father when he died. As for her biological mother, she only had a name called "Alan". She didn't know what her mother looked like.

"Oh? Someone has a portrait of Long'er?"

Qin Han leaned forward slightly, resting his arm on his knee.

"Bring it up for us to see."

Lin Pingzhi turned his head and clapped his hands twice towards the door.

popping...

Footsteps sounded on the porch outside the door, and two bodyguards from the Luowang organization, dressed in black, dragged an old man bound with hemp rope from outside into the room.

Upon reaching the open space in the middle of the hall, the two guards released their grip and left the man on the blue brick floor.

Pfft!

The old man was already weak, and this fall left him dazed and confused. His chin hit a crack in the brickwork, and he let out a painful groan.

Qin Han looked down at the man on the ground. The old man looked to be over sixty years old. He was wearing a faded gray cloth robe, his face was full of wrinkles, and there were a few dry grass stalks stuck in his messy white hair.

Without a doubt, they must have already experienced the methods of the Net before they came in.

His clothes were covered in dried blood scabs, and both his arms had been removed. He was trembling uncontrollably from fear and pain.

Qin Han, with his sharp eyes, noticed a lotus flower embroidered in light white silk thread on the corner of the old man's gray cloth robe. The stitches were very dense, and the color was similar to the cloth itself, so it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

The old man lay sprawled on the cold floor, panting heavily. He probably knew he wouldn't survive in the hands of these ruthless men. With a struggle, he propped his neck up and looked around the hall with his cloudy old eyes.

His gaze first swept over Qin Han in the main seat, then shifted to the side and landed on the face of Xiaolongnu, who was standing to Qin Han's left and dressed in white.

Just one glance.

The old man who was lying on the ground suddenly twitched and froze on the spot.

His yellowish eyes bulged out, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and a strange hoarse sound came from his throat.

"You...you are..."

The old man ignored his own pain and shuffled forward two steps on the blue brick ground using his elbows and knees.

"Saint...Saintess!"

The shout was urgent and loud, and it also had a morbid fanaticism about it, which stunned the women in the side hall.

Su Kui and A Jiu exchanged a glance; both of them, being intelligent women, were completely baffled.

Qin Han frowned slightly when the old man uttered those two words.

Saintess?

Another saintess!

He thought to himself that when he had knocked down the two sisters from Yihua Palace and dragged Lianxing onto the carriage, the first thing Yaoyue and Lianxing thought when they saw Xiaolongnu was how much this woman looked like that saintess.

Qin Han turned his head with a strange expression and looked his son up and down.

Little Dragon Girl blinked her clear, big eyes.

"Husband, who is he calling?"

Seeing Xiaolongnu's innocent look, Qin Han knew in his heart that this girl definitely didn't know anything.

Come to think of it, she had been living in the Tomb of the Dead in Zhongnan Mountain since she was weaned. Apart from her master and Granny Sun, she rarely saw any other living people. Where would she go to become some kind of holy maiden?

Before his death, Lin Ruhai only left behind the information of "Alan". No matter how powerful the Luo Wang was, it was indeed impossible to investigate accurately.

Lin Pingzhi bowed and reported the details revealed during the interrogation.

"My lord, this man is named Tang Song, and he is an ascetic deacon under the White Lotus Sect."

"For more than a year, he has been leading dozens of followers, wandering around the area where Zhongnan Mountain meets Shandong, secretly investigating the whereabouts of the mistress's background."

"When my men raided their hideout, the old man was preparing to send a message by carrier pigeon, trying to contact the Tang Clan of Sichuan to come and help him."

When Qin Han heard that Tang Song actually wanted to call for reinforcements, and even more importantly, people from the Tang Clan of Sichuan, he almost lost his composure.

Good grief, are they calling for reinforcements here?

What kind of place is the Tang Clan of Sichuan now? It's the top-tier military research institute of the Great Qin Empire!

Tang Muxin, the eldest daughter of the Tang family, is busy helping him improve the gunpowder formula, draw blueprints for the divine crossbow, and research new types of naval warships. She is so busy in the workshop that she doesn't have a moment to spare. If she weren't so busy, she would have moved into the Lin'an Imperial Palace to live off the imperial salary, just like Wang Yuyan and the others.

If we let the Tang Clan deal with this group of rebels from the White Lotus Sect who are hiding everywhere, Old Master Tang would probably have to set up cannons overnight and blast these White Lotus Sect members into dust, and then take their heads to Lin'an to collect the reward.

Qin Han looked down at Tang Song, who was lying on the ground, and slowly opened his mouth, stroking the stubble on his chin with his right index finger.

"You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. My wife has been practicing asceticism in the deep mountains since she was a child. When did she become a saintess of your White Lotus Sect?"

Tang Song lay on the ground, his cloudy eyes darting around.

To be honest, he was also feeling uneasy. All he knew was that the person above him was Ye Wudao, the Golden Snake King who had recently become a force to be reckoned with in Shandong. Just two days ago, he had wiped out 100,000 Manchu troops in Sanfeng Valley. He was a ruthless character who killed without blinking an eye.

As for the fact that this King Ye and the Qin Emperor in the south are actually the same person, he could never have imagined it.

The White Lotus Sect has had a really tough time these past two years.

The Southern Song Dynasty was utterly corrupt. The White Lotus Sect could easily incite thousands or tens of thousands of people to rebel by simply finding a village, reciting a few lines of "Empty Homeland, Unborn Mother," distributing a few bowls of thin porridge, or even just getting some Guanyin clay.

But ever since that evil star named Qin Han established the Great Qin Dynasty, he distributed land and exempted taxes. The people in the south had surplus grain in their homes. Who would be so foolish as to follow them and risk their lives to rebel?

Unable to stay in the south any longer, the White Lotus Sect had no choice but to move its main force north to the Manchu territory. However, none of the elders and protectors in the sect were willing to submit to each other, and they fought tooth and nail for the position of sect leader day and night. It seemed that the entire White Lotus Sect was on the verge of falling apart.

At this time, only by finding the bloodline left by the previous saintess and raising the banner of the saintess again can we win over the hearts of the believers below!