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Chapter 458 Cultivating the Profound Heaven True Scripture

The house is built against the mountain, and its roof is covered with thick moss, making it almost blend into the mountain.

Lin Han cautiously looked around, and only after confirming that there was no ambush did he follow her into the house.

The interior was simply but neatly furnished: a wooden bed, a stove, and several earthenware jars piled in the corner.

The most eye-catching thing is a landscape painting hanging on the wall, with vigorous and powerful brushstrokes, depicting strange peaks shrouded in clouds and mist.

"Is this your residence?" Lin Han asked, his fingers secretly resting on the hilt of his sword.

The room was too tidy; it didn't seem like a place to stay temporarily.

Liu Wushuang remained noncommittal, then took a pot of wine and two rough porcelain bowls from beside the stove: "Have some wine to calm your nerves."

Her movements as she poured the wine were elegant and composed; with a flick of her wrist, the wine traced a silver line.

Lin Han shook his head: "My father said that one should not easily accept food or drink from others when traveling the martial world."

His eyes swept across every corner of the room, searching for possible escape routes.

Upon hearing this, Liu Wushuang burst into laughter, her laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells, echoing in the small room.

"Lin Zhennan's son is indeed cautious." She poured herself a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp, the lines of her throat sliding gracefully.

"Don't worry, if I wanted to harm you, I would have just let go on the cliff edge."

Lin Han thought about it and agreed, but still didn't touch the wine. He simply asked, "Does Miss Liu know my father?"

“We’re not exactly acquaintances, but I know him.” Liu Wushuang stared into Lin Han’s eyes. Her pupils, under the oil lamp, took on a peculiar pale gray hue, like a misty, cold pool.

"The Mysterious Heavenly Scripture is on you, isn't it?"

Lin Han tensed up, his hand already on the secret manual hidden in his bosom.

The atmosphere inside the room froze instantly, and even the flame of the oil lamp seemed to stop flickering.

"Don't be nervous." Liu Wushuang waved her hand, the silver patterns on her sleeve shimmering. "I have no interest in that thing. However, since the Qingcheng Sect wiped out your entire family for it, they certainly won't let you off easily."

A flame of hatred ignited in Lin Han's eyes, and the image of his father lying in a pool of blood reappeared in his mind.

"Yu Canghai and his son must pay for their crimes in blood!" He slammed his fist on the wooden table, making the wine pot shake.

"You think you can take me?" Liu Wushuang sneered, then suddenly struck out with lightning speed, her fingertips brushing against Lin Han's wrist.

Lin Han felt a numbness on one side of his body and was unable to move.

"Lin Zhennan's martial arts skills are considered top-notch in the martial arts world, yet he was still no match for the combined attack of the Qingcheng Sect. What can a mere brat like you do?"

Lin Han was both shocked and furious. He tried to draw his sword but found that he couldn't even bend his fingers.

He had never seen such a bizarre technique before; it was neither pressure point manipulation nor poisoning, but rather some kind of illusion.

Seeing his expression, Liu Wushuang smiled slightly and gently patted his shoulder, instantly dispelling the numbness.

"This is the 'Willow Hand,' a little trick of my sect." Her tone suddenly turned serious. "Unless you master the martial arts in the 'Mysterious Heaven True Scripture,' revenge is just a pipe dream."

Lin Han rubbed his numb wrist and asked warily, "You know this secret manual?"

"I know a little bit." Liu Wushuang got up and walked to the window, the moonlight gilding her with a silvery edge.

"The Mysterious Heaven True Scripture was the most treasured artifact of the Mysterious Heaven Sect a hundred years ago, recording the 'Nine Revolutions of Mysterious Heaven' divine skill. It is said that those who master it can roam the martial world freely, rarely encountering an opponent."

Lin Han recalled his father's dying words: "Father specifically mentioned 'The Nine Revolutions of the Mysterious Heaven'..."

“That’s right.” Liu Wushuang turned around, her eyes flashing with a strange light, like a star suddenly shining in the night sky.

"Lin Han, do you want revenge?"

"Yes!" Lin Han answered without hesitation, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Then learn swordsmanship from me." Liu Wushuang drew a slender sword from her waist. The blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and fine patterns were engraved on the spine, resembling neither words nor paintings.

"I can teach you the basics; how much you grasp is up to you."

Lin Han's doubts deepened: "Why are you helping me?"

Liu Wushuang remained silent for a moment, then took out a jade pendant from her bosom.

The jade pendant is crescent-shaped, entirely emerald green, and engraved with an ancient-style character "玄".

"Three years ago, Yu Canghai killed my master in order to find the whereabouts of the 'Mysterious Heaven True Scripture'."

She placed the jade pendant on the table, which bore a striking resemblance to the jade hairpin left by Lin Han's father.

Lin Han suddenly realized that the two jade artifacts were likely from the same source.

“Okay, I’ll learn from you.” Lin Han nodded solemnly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the manual in his arms.

He didn't know who Liu Wushuang was, but he had no other choice at the moment.

His father's revenge must be taken, and this mysterious woman before him may be his only hope.

Liu Wushuang seemed to see through his thoughts, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Get up at 3 AM tomorrow to practice your sword. Now, rest."

She pointed to the wooden bed, then leaped onto the roof beam, curling up like a cat, her slender sword lying across her lap, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Lin Han lay down fully clothed, with the Qingfeng sword within easy reach.

He listened to the sound of the mountain stream and the occasional howls of wild animals in the distance, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Too many changes occurred on this day, from the joy of his birthday to the destruction of his family, and then to meeting this mysterious Liu Wushuang... He secretly took out the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" and, by the moonlight filtering through the window, turned to the ninth page.

"The Nine Revolutions of the Mysterious Heaven, each revolution a new heaven..." The opening text was ancient and profound, but strangely enough, he could understand seven or eight tenths of it.

The descriptions of the meridian pathways and the flow of Qi seem to be etched into my very bones.

Unconsciously, he began to regulate his breathing as instructed in the scriptures, and a warm current rose from his dantian, slowly flowing throughout his body...

On the roof beam, Liu Wushuang opened her eyes, her pale gray pupils gleaming faintly in the darkness.

She looked down at the young man who was engrossed in his cultivation, a complex expression on her face.

"It really was him..." she murmured silently, her fingers gently tracing the patterns on the sword. "The last bloodline of the Xuantian Sect..."

At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), the mountain stream was shrouded in thick fog, and Lin Han was awakened by a bone-chilling cold.

He opened his eyes and found himself still in a meditative posture, the "Mysterious Heaven True Scripture" in his arms closed at some point.

What's even stranger is that he didn't feel tired at all; on the contrary, he felt refreshed, as if he had slept all night.

"woke up?"

A cool, clear voice came from above.

Lin Han looked up and saw Liu Wushuang sitting cross-legged on the roof beam, her slender sword lying horizontally in front of her knees. The morning light shone through the gaps in the thatched roof, casting dappled shadows on her face.

"I...I think I fell asleep." Lin Han was a little embarrassed; he had planned to study the manual all night.

Liu Wushuang leaped down lightly, landing without making a sound.

"You entered a meditative state for two hours." A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "It's rare to be able to enter a meditative state on your first attempt at cultivation."

Lin Han stretched his muscles and bones and was surprised to find a warm current flowing through his meridians as he moved.

This feeling was unprecedented, as if my whole body was filled with inexhaustible energy.