After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 459 Chasing After Him

"Don't just stand there, come out and practice your swordsmanship." Liu Wushuang had already pushed open the door and stepped out, her white figure disappearing into the morning mist.

Lin Han grabbed the Qingfeng sword and followed him out.

On the open ground by the mountain stream, Liu Wushuang had already set up her stance.

Her swordsmanship was extremely unique, with unorthodox techniques. Sometimes her sword moved like a serpent emerging from its hole, and other times like a bird flying into the forest. Her movements were unpredictable, and her sword light was like mercury spilling onto the ground, penetrating everywhere.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Lin Han was mesmerized.

"Watch closely." Liu Wushuang asked a question instead of answering, and suddenly changed her sword technique, drawing silver arcs with her slender sword, which intertwined into a net in the air.

"The Xuan Tian Sect's introductory sword technique—'Starry Sky Scattered'."

Lin Han held his breath. The sword light trails seemed to transform into the meridian circulation diagrams recorded in the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" in his eyes, and the two were surprisingly similar.

"You try." Liu Wushuang sheathed her sword and stood still, her breathing perfectly steady.

Lin Han drew his Qingfeng sword, recalling her actions just now.

The first move, "Stars Hanging Over the Plains," was fairly smooth, but the second move, "Moon Surging Over the Great River," became awkward.

The tip of the sword seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and could never draw that smooth arc.

“Your wrist is too stiff.” Liu Wushuang suddenly appeared behind him, her cool fingers gently touching his wrist.

"The sword moves only when the mind is focused; when the mind moves, the sword moves."

Her breath brushed past Lin Han's ear, carrying a faint herbal scent.

Lin Han unconsciously relaxed his wrist, letting her guide the sword's momentum.

Strangely enough, this time the sword tip naturally drew a perfect arc.

"Can you feel it?" Liu Wushuang's voice was very close. "The sword is not an extension of the hand, but an extension of qi."

Lin Han seemed to understand something.

He closed his eyes, feeling the warm current within his body, and tried to guide it to the sword.

The Qingfeng Sword suddenly emitted a soft hum, and its tip trembled slightly.

“Not bad.” Liu Wushuang took two steps back. “Now, integrate the mental cultivation method of the first stage of the *Mysterious Heaven True Scripture* into your sword techniques.”

Lin Han recalled the obscure words in the scripture: "Sink the Qi to the Dantian, follow the Ren and Du meridians, pass through the three gates, and reach the four extremities..."

As he circulated his inner energy, he was surprised to find that the warm current within his body was flowing through his meridians according to the requirements of the sword moves.

The red silk on the Qingfeng sword moved without wind, and the sword light was like a rainbow.

After completing a set of sword techniques, Lin Han's forehead was covered in sweat, but his spirits were exceptionally high.

He had never imagined that a sword could be wielded like this; it was as if he wasn't dancing with the sword, but rather the sword was guiding him.

"Your talent is not bad," Liu Wushuang rarely showed a hint of approval, "but you're still far from it. The Qingcheng Sect's 'Pine Breeze Swordplay' is known for its speed, and Yu Canghai has even reached the level of 'Ten Thousand Pines Roaring Together.' You can't even withstand three of his moves right now."

Lin Han gripped the sword hilt tightly, and the image of his father lying in a pool of blood reappeared in his mind.

"I will practice even harder."

“Practice alone is useless.” Liu Wushuang took out a small cloth bag from her bosom. “Eat it.”

Lin Han took the cloth bag, inside which were three emerald green pills that emitted a bitter fragrance.

"This is?"

"The Jade Spirit Pill will help you open your meridians." Liu Wushuang turned and walked towards the thatched hut. "Today, I'll practice until noon, then study the second page of the True Scripture. I'll go get some food."

Lin Han swallowed the pill, and immediately a warm current rose from his abdomen and flowed to his limbs and bones.

He dared not slack off and immediately resumed practicing his swordsmanship.

Strangely enough, under the influence of the medicine, he felt that the resistance in his meridians was much less, and his swordplay became smoother.

Just as they were getting into the swing of their practice, a sharp whistle suddenly rang out from afar.

Lin Han paused in his sword strike, looking warily toward the source of the sound.

Liu Wushuang appeared beside him like a ghost, carrying two wild rabbits in her hands, but her expression was unusually solemn.

"The Qingcheng Sect's liaison officers have found the entrance to the mountain stream."

Lin Han's heart tightened: "What should we do?"

"Keep practicing your swordsmanship." Liu Wushuang threw the rabbit to the ground and drew her slender sword. "Let's see how much you've grasped."

"Now?" Lin Han looked at her incredulously. "The pursuers are about to..."

"The sword is the blade of the heart." Liu Wushuang's sword tip pointed directly at his throat. "When the heart is in turmoil, the sword is in turmoil. Only in the face of life and death can true skill be revealed."

Lin Han took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He assumed a starting stance, his Qingfeng sword gleaming coldly in the morning light.

Liu Wushuang attacked without mercy, her slender sword striking like a venomous snake, aiming straight for his vital points.

At first, Lin Han was flustered and almost got stabbed several times.

But as his internal energy circulated, he gradually found his rhythm.

The red silk on the Qingfeng sword drew blood-red arcs, intertwining with Liu Wushuang's silver sword light.

"Pay attention to your breathing!" Liu Wushuang managed to instruct even amidst her rapid attacks. "Let your qi follow the sword, and your intention unite with your qi!"

Lin Han adjusted his breathing and was surprised to find that a warm current was surging through his meridians in rhythm with his breathing.

With a single move, "Stars Shift and Dipper Turns," the Green Edge Sword deflected the thin sword at an incredible angle, turning defense into offense.

"Alright!" A glint flashed in Liu Wushuang's eyes, and she suddenly changed her tactics.

The rapier's speed increased dramatically, transforming into a silver light curtain that pressed down.

Lin Han suddenly felt the pressure increase, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Just as he was about to give up, he heard a jumble of footsteps and voices in the distance.

"The bloodstains disappear in this area!"

"Search carefully! That kid is definitely hiding nearby!"

Liu Wushuang withdrew her sword and said in a low voice, "Yu Canglang has personally led his men here."

She quickly sheathed her rapier. "Go inside and hide the scriptures."

Lin Han followed her back to the thatched hut and stuffed the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" into a hidden compartment under the stove.

Liu Wushuang then dragged a wooden box out from under the bed and took out two sets of coarse cloth clothes.

"Change into this." She tossed a suit to Lin Han. "To dress as a hunter in the mountains."

The two quickly changed their clothes.

Lin Han's Green Edge Sword was too long to be easily concealed.

Liu Wushuang, however, produced two cloth strips from nowhere and cleverly tied the sword to his back, covering it with a large outer garment, making it impossible to detect any flaws.

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't make a move." Liu Wushuang checked her disguise one last time and warned sternly, "You're no match for Yu Canglang right now."

Before Lin Han could answer, a rough shout came from outside the door: "Everyone inside, come out! The Qingcheng Sect is searching for fugitives!"

Liu Wushuang gave Lin Han a look, then feigned a panicked expression and pushed open the door: "E-Gentlemen, what has happened?"

Seven or eight Qingcheng disciples stood outside the door, with Yu Canglang leading the group.

His face was wrapped in gauze, and a sword wound could be vaguely seen extending from his forehead to his chin, which was left by Lin Zhennan before his death.

"Who are you people?" Yu Canglang's sinister gaze swept over the two men.

“I am a hunter from the mountains, and this is my younger brother,” Liu Wushuang said, her back hunched and her voice hoarse, sounding like a village woman. “We make our living by hunting here.”

Yu Canglang snorted coldly: "Search!"

The Qingcheng disciples rushed into the thatched hut like wolves and tigers, ransacking it.