After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 464 Not His Biological Child

Yu Canglang was leading more than thirty Qingcheng disciples in a fierce battle with the villagers. The gauze on his face had fallen off, revealing a hideous scar.

"A remnant of the Lin family!" Yu Canglang recognized Lin Han at a glance and sneered, "Let's see where you run this time!"

Lin Han did not answer, and his internal energy circulated rapidly according to the route on page nine of the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture".

The red silk on the Qingfeng sword moved without wind, while the Qingshuang short sword emitted a faint blue light.

"Disciples of the Xuantian Sect, heed my command!" He raised his token high. "Follow me to fight the enemy!" Seeing the token, the villagers' morale soared, and they shouted in unison, "We swear to follow our sect leader to the death!"

Yu Canglang was clearly caught off guard by this turn of events, but he quickly regained his composure: "Playing tricks! Attack!"

The two groups clashed violently.

This was the first time Lin Han had used the Xuan Tian Sword Technique with all his might. He wielded both swords as if they were his own arms, and every move carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

The three Qingcheng disciples had just rushed up when he spun around and cut their weapons in half.

"Interesting." Yu Canglang drew his sword. "Let me have a go at you, 'Sect Master of Xuantian'!"

His sword was as fast as lightning; it was the "Pine Breeze Sword Technique," a unique skill of the Qingcheng School.

Lin Han felt the pressure and barely managed to parry seven or eight moves before he was in grave danger.

Yu Canglang's skill was far superior to his; every sword strike made his arm go numb.

"You dare call yourself sect leader with such meager skills?" Yu Canglang sneered. "I'll send you down to see your father!"

The sword was aimed straight at his throat. Lin Han couldn't dodge in time and was about to die on the spot.

At the critical moment, he suddenly remembered Liu Wushuang's words—"Reverse the cycle of heaven and earth!"

His internal energy suddenly reversed, and his originally smooth sword moves suddenly became unpredictable and strange.

The Qingfeng sword slashed upwards at an incredible angle, striking Yu Canglang's wrist squarely.

"Ah!" Yu Canglang cried out in pain, his longsword slipping from his grasp. He stared at Lin Han in horror: "Xuan Tian Ni Yun! Who are you to Ye Qingchen?"

Lin Han did not answer, but drew both swords at once, aiming straight for Yu Canglang's heart.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce through, a gray figure descended from the sky, knocking Lin Han back several steps with a single palm strike.

"Young man, show mercy when you can." The newcomer was an old man in a gray robe, with a withered face, but his eyes shone brightly.

Lin Han felt a chill run down his spine. This old man's skill was unfathomable, far surpassing that of Yu Canglang.

"Uncle-Master!" Yu Canglang exclaimed in surprise, "This lad is Lin Han, and he possesses the 'Mysterious Heaven True Scripture'!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes gleamed even brighter: "Little brat, hand over the true scriptures, and I'll spare your life."

Lin Han sneered: "Want it? Come and take it yourself!"

The old man snorted, and suddenly an iron chain flew out from his sleeve, coiling around Lin Han's neck like a venomous snake.

This happened so fast that Lin Han had no time to react.

Just as the chains were about to lock his throat, a silver sword light pierced through the air and struck the chains precisely!

"Old fool, what kind of skill is it to bully the younger generation?" Liu Wushuang, dressed in flowing white robes, landed beside Lin Han.

Her face was still somewhat pale, but her swordplay remained undiminished.

The old man narrowed his eyes: "Liu Xuanfeng's daughter? Perfect, I'll take care of her today too!"

Liu Wushuang whispered, "This is 'Iron Chain Across the River' Situ E, an elder of the Qingcheng Sect, and Yu Canglang's uncle. I'll hold him off; you deal with Yu Canglang."

Before Lin Han could respond, she had already drawn her sword and charged at Situ E.

The two exchanged more than ten blows in an instant, their swords and chains clashing and sparking.

Lin Han knew this was not the time to hesitate, so he turned around to look for Yu Canglang.

But they discovered that the fellow had already taken the opportunity to slip away, leaving only a dozen or so disciples to cover their retreat.

"Retreat!" Seeing that Yu Canglang had already fled, Situ E did not linger in battle. He made a feint and then leaped into the darkness.

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect scattered and fled.

The villagers cheered with joy, but Lin Han had no heart to celebrate.

He quickly returned to Liu Wushuang's side: "Your injury..."

"It's nothing." Liu Wushuang sheathed her slender sword, then suddenly swayed.

Lin Han quickly helped her up and noticed that the wound on her back was bleeding again.

"Don't be stubborn!" Without saying a word, Lin Han picked her up and strode towards the medicine hut.

Surprisingly, Liu Wushuang did not struggle; she simply rested her head gently on his shoulder.

"What did you... call me just now?" Lin Han suddenly remembered the words she had said when she appeared.

A blush crept onto Liu Wushuang's pale face: "...Fool."

Lin Han smiled and hugged her even tighter.

Morning light streamed through the windows of the medicine hut, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Lin Han sat on a low stool beside Liu Wushuang's bed, carefully changing the dressing on her back.

The arrow wound had scabbed over, but the surrounding skin still had an unhealthy bluish-purple tinge.

“Situ E’s chains are poisoned,” Liu Wushuang said calmly, her back to him, “but Granny Yao’s ‘Qingling Powder’ can cure all poisons, and he should be fully recovered in three to five days.”

Lin Han's fingertips gently brushed along the edge of the wound, where there was an old scar shaped like a crescent moon.

"This is...?"

"This was left behind two years ago when I saved a child." Liu Wushuang tilted her head slightly, revealing half of her delicate profile. "A sword from a Qingcheng Sect disciple almost took my life."

Lin Han's fingers paused slightly.

He suddenly realized that this seemingly delicate woman had countless similar scars on her body.

Each dish represents their common enemy—the Qingcheng Sect.

"Grandma Yao said you're my martial uncle's daughter," Lin Han continued his work, trying to keep his voice steady, "and that I'm... the son of the Xuan Tian Sect Master."

Liu Wushuang's shoulders visibly stiffened for a moment.

She slowly turned around, her pale gray eyes looking directly at Lin Han: "You knew everything?"

"I only know the general idea." Lin Han put down the ointment and took the jade hairpin from her hair. "This hairpin..."

"A token of the Xuantian Sect's direct lineage," Liu Wushuang said, taking the hairpin and gently tracing the patterns on its tip with her fingertips. "Only those of the Sect Leader's bloodline can wear it. Your mother... Madam Zhou was the wife of the previous Sect Leader, Ye Qingchen."

Lin Han felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been punched in the chest.

Lin Zhennan—the father who taught him to read and write and played with him in swordsmanship—wasn't his biological father? And the gentle and virtuous mother who always mended his clothes under the lamplight—was someone else's wife?

“Impossible…” he murmured, “Father never mentioned it…”

"Lin Zhennan was your father's sworn brother, and the head of the four protectors of the Xuantian Sect." Liu Wushuang's voice softened. "Twenty years ago, the Qingcheng Sect, along with seven other major sects, besieged the Xuantian Sect. Your father died in battle, and your mother escaped with you, who was just a month old, and the *Xuantian True Scripture*. Lin Zhennan escorted her all the way, eventually hiding his identity at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain."

Lin Han's hands trembled slightly as the image of Lin Zhennan's dying eyes flashed before his eyes—it was not only a father's reluctance to part with his son, but also the guardian's responsibility to the young master.

"Then...how did my parents die?" he asked with difficulty.