Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

The dozen or so staffs that the monks swung down all landed in empty space, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Qin Han's figure was already weaving through the crowd.

He held the knife in his hand but didn't use it, mainly because it was too powerful. Even if he wanted to use it, he would wait until he had exposed the hypocrites before killing them!

He simply extended his finger and gently touched the monks' chests and ribs.

The movements were so fast that they were difficult to see clearly; all that could be heard was a series of rapid "plop plop" sounds.

That was the sound of true energy penetrating the body.

Any monk touched by his finger, no matter how heavy the stick he was holding, would instantly collapse to the ground.

The Northern Darkness True Qi seeped into their acupoints, sealing off their meridians.

He didn't kill them for two reasons: first, these people weren't worthy of his drawing of his sword; second, although Qin Han was already very strong, he shouldn't forget that Shaolin also had the Sweeping Monk. Before his own power reached the point where he could directly "not eat beef," it was best not to make a deadly enemy of Shaolin.

But that just means they didn't kill him.

With those few flicks, these martial monks' skills were practically ruined; they wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three to five years.

In just a few breaths.

The Shaolin monks, who had originally been aggressive and ready to attack, were now lying on the ground, their cries of pain echoing throughout.

Qin Han's figure reappeared, stopping exactly five steps away from Long Xiaoyun.

His long robe was completely wrinkle-free.

The courtyard fell silent instantly; you could hear a pin drop.

Those Xingyun Manor retainers who originally wanted to join the attack were now shrinking their necks, wishing they could bury their heads in their crotches.

Even the Shaolin monks were beaten to a pulp, who would dare to go up and die?

Qin Han ignored those small fry.

He turned his head and looked at Long Xiaoyun, who was huddled in the corner, trembling.

At this moment, where was the slightest bit of the manor lord's prestige in Long Xiaoyun?

His face was completely bloodless, and his legs were shaking uncontrollably. If he hadn't been holding onto the pillar, he probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

"Master Long."

Qin's tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

"The Shaolin monks you rely on don't seem to be of much use."

Long Xiaoyun swallowed hard, making a gurgling sound in his throat, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

His biggest asset is the Shaolin Temple brand.

They thought that as long as Master Xinmei was around, no matter how arrogant Qin Han was, he wouldn't dare to truly offend Shaolin.

But he was wrong.

That's ridiculously wrong.

This young man might be wary of top experts like Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeper Monk, but he doesn't care about being the head of Shaolin or Wudang or their direct disciples, nor does he care about the rules of the martial arts world.

That guy is crazy.

A madman with absolute power.

"Young Master Qin... Young Hero Qin..."

Long Xiaoyun forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. Just as he was about to make his move, someone reported back what had happened at Songhelou and learned that the person in front of him was named Qin Han.

Since neither force nor reason can work, then it's wise to be pragmatic and adaptable...

"I've confessed everything in the dungeon, please don't kill me..."

Qin Han did not answer.

His gaze passed over Long Xiaoyun and looked behind the screen in the hall.

There was a gaze fixed on this side.

His gaze trembled slightly, as if it contained many things.

Lin Shiyin.

The woman who caused Li Xunhuan half a lifetime of suffering and whom Long Xiaoyun schemed to obtain was now covering her mouth, looking at the man in the courtyard who was like a demon god.

The domineering attitude Qin Han displayed just now, and his arrogance that disregarded worldly rules and regulations, severely impacted the heart of this sheltered woman.

Qin Han withdrew his gaze, having guessed who it was, but now was not the time to deal with this woman.

He raised his hand and gripped the hilt of the knife behind his back.

Clang—

The cloth covering the Bloodthirsty Blade tore, revealing the blade!

A chilling aura instantly swept through the entire courtyard, causing the blood on the ground to freeze into a thin layer of frost.

The blade was trembling.

That was a thirst for blood.

"lead the way."

Qin Han only said two words.

His gaze fell on the hidden dungeon entrance in the backyard, where the air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol and decay.

Qin Han walked down the slippery stone steps, each step landing in thick puddles.

The dungeon reeked of a fermenting, sour stench, mixed with the smell of aged liquor, making one feel nauseous.

Black water seeped from the walls on both sides, dripping onto the ground and making a hollow sound.

Long Xiaoyun followed behind with his head down, his steps unsteady, his palms sweaty.

Qin Han stopped in front of the rusty iron gate, his nostrils twitching.

"Is it in here?"

Qin Han turned his head and glanced at Long Xiaoyun.

Long Xiaoyun swallowed hard, pointed at the large lock on the door, and his voice trembled.

"Yes... Li... Li Xunhuan is inside, Young Hero Qin. I did this all to save his life."

Qin Han chuckled and didn't take the key from the other person's hand.

He raised his right foot and kicked the iron door, which was at least two inches thick.

The Northern Darkness True Qi exploded from his toes.

A loud "boom"!

The entire iron door caved inward, the hinges snapped, and it crashed into the cell along with the surrounding bricks and stones.

As the dust settled, a man was found huddled in a pile of withered grass in his cell.

The man had curly hair, and his clothes were wrinkled and stained with dark red blood clots.

Hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head, revealing a pale and haggard face.

His eyes were bright, but they lacked the sparkle Qin Han had seen before; they appeared empty.

"Brother Qin?"

Li Xunhuan's voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out from his parched throat.

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to cough violently, his whole body arching like a shrimp, coughing so hard it was heart-wrenching, and blood quickly seeped from between his fingers.

Qin Han walked over and looked around at the surroundings with disdain.

"Li Da Tan Hua, you really have a leisurely life."

Li Xunhuan smiled bitterly, and that was all he could do. He could hear everything that was happening outside. His eyes fell on Long Xiaoyun, who had followed him in. He still had a sliver of hope that Long Xiaoyun hadn't betrayed him and conspired to frame him.

"Brother Long... I'm so glad you're alright."

Qin Han snorted coldly, grabbed Li Xunhuan's collar with his hand.

Li Xunhuan was extremely weak at this moment, and didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"Brother Long?"

Qin Han brought his face closer, staring into Li Xunhuan's somewhat cloudy eyes.

"He poisoned you, locked you in this moldy pit, and then tried to pin the name of the Plum Blossom Thief on you."

"You call this kind of beast 'Big Brother'?"

Li Xunhuan opened his mouth, but his voice was weak.

"Brother Long must have his reasons; he just cares too much about Shiyin."

Upon hearing this name, Qin Han tightened his grip even further.

"Lin Shiyin?"

"I only heard about your past from Tie Chuanjia. Did you think you were so great to give her up to someone like that?"

"You call that chivalry? I think you've lost your mind."

"Even without Long Xiaoyun's help, you would have been able to escape unscathed with your martial arts skills. Can't you see the intricacies of this situation yet?!"

"You pushed your cousin Lin Shiyin into a fire pit, and you expect flowers to grow in it? You expect Lin Shiyin to be grateful to you? Or for Long Xiaoyun to be grateful to you?!"

Li Xunhuan's face turned from white to green, his fingers gripping the withered grass tightly.

Qin Han didn't give him a chance to explain. He simply picked Li Xunhuan up from the ground and carried him on his shoulder.

"Come with me and see how your good brother lies to your face."

He turned and walked out of the cell. Long Xiaoyun subconsciously wanted to back away, but was frozen in place by the oppressive aura of a grandmaster emanating from Qin Han.

A moment later, in the main hall of Xingyun Manor.

Thick red candles were lit in the hall, casting long shadows on everyone.

The martial arts enthusiasts hadn't dispersed yet; they huddled in a corner, watching Qin Han throw Li Xunhuan into the center of the hall.

Li Xunhuan knelt on the ground, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Long Xiaoyun stood by the screen, his fingers twisting the hem of his clothes incessantly, sweat beading on his forehead.

Qin Han walked to the head seat and sat down, his hand naturally reaching for the wine jar on the table.