After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 460 Hiding in the Swamp

Lin Han lowered his head, his hands trembling slightly, a mixture of feigned and genuine nervousness.

He heard the sound of breaking utensils coming from inside the house, and a bad feeling crept into his heart—the hidden compartment under the stove was not concealed.

"Reporting to Young Master, nothing was found!" Yu Canglang clearly didn't believe it and went into the house to search himself.

Lin Han saw through the crack in the door that he overturned the bed, kicked away the stove, and even used a sword to probe the wall.

Strangely, Yu Canglang's sword grazed the hidden compartment under the stove several times, yet he seemed oblivious to it.

“Strange…” Yu Canglang muttered to himself, then suddenly turned and stared at Lin Han. “You, raise your head!”

Lin Han's heart pounded like a drum as he slowly raised his head.

Yu Canglang narrowed his eyes and suddenly reached out to grab his collar.

At this critical moment, Liu Wushuang "accidentally" tripped and bumped into Yu Canglang.

"Oh dear, please forgive me, hero!" she apologized repeatedly, but secretly slipped something into Yu Canglang's sleeve.

Yu Canglang pushed her away in disgust: "Get out of here!"

Just as he was about to continue questioning Lin Han, a cry of alarm suddenly came from afar: "Young Master! Bloodstains have been found to the north!"

Yu Canglang hesitated for a moment, then finally waved his hand and said, "Chase!"

As he was leaving, he gave Lin Han one last suspicious look. "Kid, haven't we met somewhere before?"

Lin Han's throat went dry, and he was at a loss for words when Liu Wushuang interjected, "My younger brother has suffered from mental retardation since childhood and has never left the mountain. You must have mistaken me for someone else, sir."

Yu Canglang snorted and hurriedly left with his men.

Only when the footsteps completely disappeared did Lin Han breathe a sigh of relief, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

Liu Wushuang, however, looked grave and quickly closed the doors and windows.

“They’ll soon realize they’ve been tricked,” she said rapidly. “I just sprinkled a tracking incense on Yu Canglang; it’ll wear off in half an hour at most.”

Lin Han took out the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" from under the stove and was surprised to find that the hidden compartment was surrounded by a faint silver light, but he could not feel anything when he reached out to touch it.

"This is..."

"Just a little trick." Liu Wushuang had already begun packing her things. "We have to leave immediately. Now that the Qingcheng Sect has found this place, it's no longer safe."

Lin Han watched her deftly pack the dry rations and medicinal herbs, then suddenly asked, "What did you just slip into Yu Canglang's sleeve?"

Liu Wushuang's lips curled slightly: "A little thing that will make him itch for three days and three nights."

She tossed Lin Han a water pouch, "Drink some water, we're leaving right away."

Lin Han took a sip and discovered that it was not ordinary water, but a liquid with a medicinal fragrance.

After drinking it, the fatigue was immediately relieved.

Where are we going?

"Blackwater Town, thirty miles away." Liu Wushuang tied a small bundle to her waist. "My contact is there; he can arrange for us to leave the Qingcheng Sect's territory."

She suddenly stopped what she was doing, listened intently, and her expression changed drastically: "Oh no, they're back!"

Almost simultaneously, Yu Canglang's furious roar echoed from afar: "Witch! How dare you trick me! Burn down that forest and force them out!"

Lin Han heard the crackling sound of flames and saw through the crack in the window that thick smoke was rising from the woods to the north.

The wind is blowing towards the thatched hut, and it won't be long before the fire spreads here.

"There's a path on the back mountain." Liu Wushuang opened the back window. "Follow me, and don't fall behind."

The two crawled out of the thatched hut and, under the cover of the thick smoke, ran towards the back mountain.

Lin Han looked back at Qingcheng Mountain, where he had lived for sixteen years, and felt a mix of emotions.

His parents are buried here, as are his carefree childhood.

"Don't look back," Liu Wushuang's voice came from ahead. "Remember your father's words—the Nine Revolutions of the Mysterious Heaven."

Lin Han gripped the manual in his arms, his gaze gradually hardening.

Yes, the Xuan Tian Nine Revolutions, each revolution a new heaven.

One day, he will use this unparalleled divine skill to make the Qingcheng Sect pay for their blood debt!

The blackwater swamp was filled with a putrid mist. Lin Han followed behind Liu Wushuang, his boots sinking into the dark mud with each step, making a nauseating squelching sound.

"Be careful, the puddles here look shallow, but they can actually swallow a cow." Liu Wushuang held a long bamboo pole and occasionally poked it into the muddy ground ahead.

She had already taken off her white clothes and put on a gray-brown coarse cloth outfit, but in Lin Han's eyes, she was still like a drawn sword, sharp and bright.

Lin Han wiped the sweat from his forehead, accidentally brushing it against the wound on his face, causing him to gasp in pain.

They had barely stopped moving since escaping from the thatched hut three days ago.

The Qingcheng Sect's pursuers were like a persistent carbuncle; no matter how they changed their routes, they always managed to catch up quickly.

"Are you sure this road is safe?" Lin Han looked around at the increasingly thick fog, where visibility was less than ten steps.

Unidentified insects chirped eerily in the swamp, and the occasional sound of bubbles bursting in the distance sounded like some giant beast swallowing its saliva.

Liu Wushuang didn't turn her head: "The people of the Qingcheng Sect value their lives and won't risk entering the swamp."

She suddenly stopped, pointing her bamboo pole to a seemingly calm patch of water on her right. "Especially there," she said, "there's a whirlpool of quicksand underneath. Once you get stuck, even a celestial being couldn't save you."

Lin Han subconsciously took two steps to the left, but his back bumped into a clump of reeds.

A flock of water birds suddenly flew out from the reeds, their flapping wings startling him so much that he almost drew his sword.

"Relax," Liu Wushuang said with a slight smile. "If you're this tense, you'll scare yourself to death before the Qingcheng Sect even catches up."

Lin Han was somewhat annoyed: "My father just died, my entire family was wiped out, and now I'm being hunted by half the martial arts world. Would you be able to relax in my shoes?"

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

Liu Wushuang's back stiffened for a moment, but she said nothing and continued to explore the path ahead.

Lin Han remembered that she had also said that her master had been killed by Yu Canghai, and a sense of guilt arose in her heart.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"We've arrived." Liu Wushuang suddenly interrupted him, pointing to a high ground vaguely visible in the mist. "We can rest there for the night."

There was a dilapidated wooden house on the high ground, with half of its roof collapsed, but at least it was a dry place.

Lin Han rushed over impatiently, plopped down on the porch, and took off his mud-filled boots.

His feet were white from being soaked, and there were several blisters on the soles of his feet.

Liu Wushuang took a water pouch from her waist and tossed it to him: "Take a sip, but not more."

Lin Han drank the medicinal liquid, and a warm current immediately spread from his stomach to his limbs.

He looked at his feet in surprise; the blisters were visibly receding.

"What kind of miracle drug is this?"

"Water infused with Baicao Dan can only relieve fatigue, not cure serious injuries."

Liu Wushuang inspected the interior of the wooden house. "Tonight, you'll keep watch for the first half of the night, and I'll keep watch for the second half."

Lin Han nodded and took out the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" from his pocket.