Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

Yang Pu's words were sincere, and his deep affection for his child was truly moving.

"The princess will surely return safely, but the one who saved her is not my own teacher."

Qin Chuan nodded, but his gaze shifted to Hanba beside him, a smile playing on his lips.

"Brother, why aren't you hurrying to rescue your future wife? I've already ordered people to leave Xuanming Sect markings along the way. At your pace, you should be able to catch up in at most an hour."

"The woman Brother Qin is referring to is..." Hanba paused, then suddenly realized, "Princess Shangrao?!"

On his journey from Chengdu to Jiangdu, he repeatedly imagined what kind of woman would be who was not afraid of his appearance.

To my utter surprise, it was actually the princess of Shangrao, a woman of noble birth! Would she really not be intimidated by my appearance?

"Trust me this once, brother. You and the princess are a match made in heaven." Qin Chuan smiled confidently. "If we don't go after them now, Li Cunli will run away with the princess."

"Princess, I'm here!" Without further hesitation, Hanba shot out like a cannonball, the violent gust of wind he brought up blowing everything in his path away!

"Hey bro, bro, let's go take a look too!"

Chi Meng was extremely curious about Princess Shangrao, and even forgot about the delicacies that Yang Pu had carefully prepared. She just wanted to see what kind of woman could be "smitten" with Hanba.

"Then let's go together."

Qin Chuan bowed slightly to Yang Puwei, then, holding Chi Meng's hand with his left and Lu Linxuan's hand with his right, calmly and gracefully chased after Hanba.

As for the Corpse Ancestor Hou Qing, he had already vanished silently the moment the Hanba set off. It's just that the Hanba's movements were too great for anyone to notice.

On the official road leading to Taiyuan, the setting sun casts a golden glow, turning the winding road a deep crimson.

The rapid hoofbeats shattered the silence of the wilderness, raising billowing dust.

Li Cunli, dressed in pristine white, sat upright on his horse, his face calm and serene, yet his eyes sharp as a hawk's, vigilantly scanning the area ahead.

Behind him, Bar and Bago led dozens of elite disciples from the Tongwen Academy, guarding a heavily guarded carriage, its wheels rumbling at an astonishing speed.

Inside the carriage, the atmosphere was completely out of place with the somber and tense mood.

The princess of Shangrao, dressed in luxurious clothes and with a petite and exquisite figure, showed no fear of being kidnapped.

Instead, it was like a bird released from its cage, curiously perched by the car window, its big, dark eyes darting around, admiring the unfamiliar scenery rushing past outside.

She even counted the wildflowers flitting by the roadside with great interest, her small nose almost touching the window frame.

Li Cunren, who was ordered to protect her, was dressed in black, his face hidden behind a mask, but his eyes were full of confusion.

Princess Shangrao's pure curiosity and inexplicable joy puzzled her greatly.

This illogical reaction, could it be that he is hiding something deep inside?

"Little Princess," Li Cunren finally couldn't help but ask, his voice tinged with a hint of probing, "You know martial arts?"

She kept a close eye on the princess's every subtle movement.

"Martial arts?" Princess Shangrao turned her head, her pink lips slightly pouting, as if she had heard something vulgar. "How crude! I would never do that! My father said that a daughter should be gentle and refined."

She waved her hand dismissively.

"Then... lightness skill?" Li Cunren couldn't give up.

"Furthermore, I won't!" the princess laughed crisply, her voice as melodious as silver bells. "Flying over walls and rooftops? Just thinking about it makes my head spin!"

"Then what exactly can you do?" Li Cunren frowned, unable to comprehend this untimely naiveté.

"I know a lot!"

Princess Shangrao picked up her slender, white fingers, as thin as scallion segments, and began to count carefully:

"I can brew the best pre-Qingming Longjing tea, and the tea leaves will froth like snowflakes; I can arrange flowers, and even the strictest nanny in the palace says it's good; I can also sing Kunqu Opera, and my costume is so beautiful..."

As she counted, her eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, as if filled with stars, and her voice carried a dreamy longing, "Oh! Most importantly, I will also—find a prince consort!"

"..." Li Cunren was speechless for a moment, and the corner of his mouth behind the mask twitched slightly.

"Given this situation, you're still so happy?"

Li Cunren's voice carried a subtle sense of absurdity.

"Of course I'm happy! That's how it's written in the stories! When a princess is in trouble and imprisoned, it's the perfect opportunity for a hero to step in!"

Princess Shangrao smiled radiantly, her expression radiating an undeniable certainty, as if stating a truth:

"At times like these, a great hero will surely appear, riding a tall horse or descending from the sky, to drive away all the villains and save a little princess like me from this predicament!"

She cupped her hands around her heart, her eyes sparkling with a dreamy light. "Then, I'll have Father King make him my son-in-law! Just thinking about it... um, I'm so incredibly happy!"

She even excitedly twisted her body slightly on the cushion.

Li Cunren was completely speechless.

She finally understood that this little princess, born of noble birth, was actually kept hidden away in the palace and unknown to the world.

Completely unaware of the dangers of the world, their minds were filled with legendary tales of talented scholars and beautiful women, and heroes rescuing damsels in distress; they were so innocent and naive that they were almost foolish.

Just then, outside the carriage, Li Cunli, who was riding in the lead, suddenly tightened the reins, and his horse neighed loudly and reared up!

"Stop—!" he shouted sharply, his voice filled with unprecedented solemnity and surprise.

The speeding convoy came to an abrupt halt, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand. Amidst the billowing dust, everyone's gaze was fixed intently on the center of the road ahead.

The setting sun cast a long, imposing shadow behind the man. A figure stood there like a mountain, exceptionally tall and imposing, almost blocking out half of the setting sun.

The great hero has arrived!

Chapter 90 is truly... a fine knife!

"The Corpse Ancestor, the Weapon Demon?!"

Li Cunli's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped by an icy hand.

Even though he had never seen it in person, the other party's unique and extremely intimidating appearance, as well as its aura like that of a prehistoric beast, made him instantly recognize the newcomer's identity—one of the four Corpse Ancestors of the Xuanming Sect!

"Release Princess Shangrao! Otherwise..." Hanba's voice rolled across the wilderness like muffled thunder, making people's eardrums buzz.

He took a heavy step forward, and the ground seemed to tremble.

The unfinished words were replaced by his rising, terrifying aura, like a volcano about to erupt, the meaning of which was crystal clear: otherwise, you will bear the consequences!

Li Cunli suppressed the pounding in his heart, his face ashen.

He knew that his skills were slightly inferior to those of the legendary Corpse Ancestor, but as the head of the Tongwen Hall's Lizi Sect and one of the Thirteen Protectors, he also had his own pride and trump cards, and was by no means someone to be slaughtered at will.

With a flick of his wrist, he quietly channeled his inner strength into the soft sword at his waist.

"Otherwise what?"

Li Cunli sneered, deliberately raising his voice in an attempt to dispel the invisible pressure and boost the morale of himself and his men.

“Otherwise…” A clear and calm voice, yet seemingly imbued with supreme authority, leisurely replied, as if echoing in everyone’s ears.

Everyone was startled to discover that three figures had appeared not far behind the Weld Demon without them noticing.

The young man at the head of the group, dressed in a blue robe, was none other than Qin Chuan, the Grand Preceptor and Young Marshal of the Great Liang Dynasty!

With his left hand holding the charming and lively Holy Maiden Chi Meng of the Ten Thousand Poisons Cave, and his right hand holding the spirited Lu Linxuan, he appeared calm and composed, as if he were simply on a picnic.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept lightly over Li Cunli, his tone calm and even, yet it carried a chilling intent and an undeniable killing intent:

"The sect leader of the Lizi Sect will die here today. Of course..."

He paused slightly, a cold smile curving his lips:

"Even if you are sensible enough to hand over the princess now, you will still die unless you surrender immediately."

"Li knew he was no match for the young marshal."

Upon seeing Qin Chuan appear, Li Cunli's face turned deathly pale, and his forced composure almost crumbled.

He never expected Qin Chuan to arrive so quickly, and he had no confidence whatsoever in fighting him.

His last glimmer of hope vanished, and he could only offer up his sole protective talisman, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"But is the young marshal truly willing to exchange Princess Shangrao's precious body for my life? If the princess's body is even slightly harmed, it will be difficult for the young marshal and the King of Wu to explain themselves, won't it?"

He emphasized the word "princess" heavily, making a last-ditch effort.

"Heh!" Qin Chuan chuckled, his laughter filled with endless mockery and disdain: "Who gave you the illusion that you can threaten me? Was it that big-eared scoundrel Li Siyuan?"

He said no more, but simply raised his hand and gave a seemingly casual, light pat.

"Bam—!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, exploded!

The sturdy carriage roof shattered into pieces, sending splinters of wood flying like rain!

A dark figure, like a nimble hawk, soared into the sky, carrying a petite figure, and gracefully traced an arc before landing steadily beside the towering, mountain-like Hanba.

It was Li Cunren!

The one she held tightly in her arms was Princess Shangrao, whose eyes were wide open and whose mouth was slightly agape!

As the smoke and dust settled, Princess Shangrao seemed momentarily stunned by this sudden turn of events.

She subconsciously raised her head, her curious gaze falling on the towering giant beside her.

The golden glow of the setting sun outlined his rugged and masculine features; his fierce appearance was enough to silence even a child's crying.

However, there was not a trace of fear in the princess's eyes. Instead, a strange, sparkling excitement flashed across them, as if the hero from the storybook was really standing right in front of her.

When Hanba's gaze, filled with a hint of nervousness and inquiry, cautiously fell upon her, Princess Shangrao's fair face flushed crimson, and she lowered her head shyly.

"Thirteenth Sister! You... how dare you betray your elder brother!"

Li Cunli's heart sank to the bottom, feeling utterly cold.

His last talisman changed hands instantly. Having lost Princess Shangrao as his trump card, how could he possibly survive against Qin Chuan?

"It was Li Siyuan who betrayed his adoptive father first!"

Li Cunren's voice was as cold as iron, carrying a resolute tone:

"Sixth Brother, a wise bird chooses a good tree to perch on, and a wise man knows when to yield. Surrender! The young marshal is benevolent and may spare your life!"

"My elder brother has treated me with boundless kindness, and we are like brothers! How could I betray him!"

Knowing there was no hope left, Li Cunli's face was instantly covered with a look of tragic determination.