After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 472 The Netherworld Cult

“The Netherworld Cult…” Lin Han remembered Zhao San’s warning, held his breath, and slowly retreated.

Just then, a loose stone rolled off his feet with a crisp sound!

The man in black immediately looked up, his eyes behind the mask gleaming eerily in the twilight.

"Who?" a hoarse voice shouted.

Lin Han knew he couldn't hide it anymore, so he simply stood up straight: "Passerby."

The men in black quickly dispersed, surrounding him and closing in.

The tall man at the head of the group had an extra gold line on his mask, clearly indicating that he was the leader.

He sized Lin Han up and down, then suddenly spoke: "A remnant of the Xuan Tian sect?"

Lin Han did not answer; his hand was already on the hilt of his sword.

The man in the gold-threaded mask sneered, "Capture him alive, and the cult leader will reward you!"

Five men in black rushed at once!

They used unusual weapons—chain darts, mother-and-child rings, and judge's pens—and their moves were insidious and cunning.

Lin Han drew his twin swords, activated the Xuan Tian Nine Revolutions Heart Technique, and the sword light formed a curtain, blocking all the attacking weapons.

"The Mysterious Heaven Sword Technique?" The man in the golden mask seemed somewhat surprised. "Are you from the Ye family?"

Instead of answering, Lin Han asked, "What is the relationship between your Netherworld Sect and the Qingcheng Sect?"

"A relationship?" The man with the golden mask laughed. "Yu Canghai is nothing but the cult leader's dog!"

He suddenly changed his move, striking Lin Han's chest with a palm strike. The force of the blow was foul, clearly indicating that it was coated with a deadly poison.

Lin Han dodged to the side, his Qingfeng sword slashing diagonally at the opponent's wrist.

Unexpectedly, this was a feint; the real target of the golden thread mask was Lin Han's left arm!

He changed his palm into a claw, leaving a bloody mark on Lin Han's left arm, and then withdrew.

"Retreat!" the man in the gold-threaded mask suddenly ordered, and the man in black quickly retreated into the twilight, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Han was puzzled, but dared not pursue them.

He examined the wound on his left arm; it was just a superficial injury, but the area around the wound had begun to turn black and he could feel a burning sensation.

"It's poisonous..." He quickly applied pressure to stop the bleeding and hurried back to the cave.

Liu Wushuang had already started a small fire. Seeing him return injured, she immediately went to greet him: "What happened?"

"We encountered people from the Netherworld Cult." Lin Han sat down and briefly recounted what had happened. "They seemed to recognize the Profound Heaven Sword Technique; they retreated as soon as they saw me use it."

Liu Wushuang examined his wounds, her expression turning grave: "It's the 'Netherworld Palm,' the poison spreads through the bloodstream."

Without hesitation, she bent down and sucked out the poisonous blood with her mouth.

Lin Han tried to stop her, but it was too late. He could only watch as she vomited black blood until it turned red.

Liu Wushuang's face turned pale, but her eyes remained firm.

"Are you...are you alright?" Lin Han asked with concern.

Liu Wushuang shook her head, took out "Qingling Powder" and applied it to the wound: "It's temporarily under control, but to completely detoxify, we need 'Xuantian Crystal Dew'—the liquid produced by the interaction of the spring water and the crystal."

She took a crystal and immersed it in the spring water.

A moment later, a faint blue light appeared on the surface of the water.

Liu Wushuang scooped up the glowing spring water with a stone bowl and handed it to Lin Han: "Drink it."

The spring water tastes sweet with a hint of metallic flavor.

After drinking it, Lin Han immediately felt a cool sensation spreading from the wound on his left arm, and the burning sensation gradually subsided.

"It works!" he exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly swayed and almost fell.

Lin Han quickly helped her up: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing... I probably just inhaled some poisonous blood..." she forced a smile. "I just need to rest."

Night had completely fallen, and the sound of pattering rain could be heard outside the cave.

The fire dispelled the chill in the cave, and the two rested against the rock wall.

Lin Han noticed that Liu Wushuang was trembling slightly, clearly indicating that the residual poison had not been cleared.

"Lean against me, it'll be warmer." He took off his coat and draped it over their shoulders.

Liu Wushuang did not refuse and gently leaned on his shoulder.

The two nestled together, listening to each other's breathing and the sound of rain outside the cave.

"Lin Han," Liu Wushuang suddenly spoke, "have you thought about what you'll do after finding the secret treasure?"

Lin Han gazed at the flickering flames: "To avenge my parents, to revitalize the Xuan Tian Sect... and then..."

"Then?"

He looked down at her profile, then changed his words, saying, "Then let's see what else is worth doing in this world."

Liu Wushuang chuckled lightly: "Officialese." She adjusted her posture, making herself more comfortable. "When I was little, my father often said the world was vast, but truly important things were few. I didn't understand then, but now..."

Her voice gradually lowered, and her breathing became even.

Lin Han gently pulled the outer garments covering the two of them together, being careful not to wake her.

The fire gradually died down, leaving only the faint glow of the crystals in the cave.

Lin Han noticed that his left arm was beginning to emit a faint glow—it was the palm print left by the golden thread mask!

The light was faint, but it was clearly visible in the darkness.

He tried circulating his inner energy, and the light from the palm print intensified, as if it were reacting to his internal force.

"The Netherworld Palm... what kind of evil technique is it?" he wondered to himself, but exhaustion soon overwhelmed him, and he fell asleep without realizing it.

In the middle of the night, Lin Han was awakened by a sharp pain. The palm print on his left arm was not only glowing, but also throbbing, as if something was wriggling under his skin.

He gently lifted his sleeve and was horrified to find that the palm print had turned dark black, with tiny red lines appearing around it, spreading outwards like a spider web.

Even more strangely, when he looked at the sleeping Liu Wushuang, he could "see" the flow of true energy within her body—a pale silver light flowed slowly through her meridians, slightly obstructed at the arrow wound.

This vision is similar to the "sky eye" seen during the day, but it is clearer and lasts longer.

"Is it the stimulation of the Netherworld Palm, or the further awakening of the Xuan Tian bloodline?" Lin Han was not sure, but at this moment he could sense the aura of every living thing in the cave—the small insects in the rock crevices, the bats hanging upside down on the cave ceiling, and even the energy fluctuations contained in the crystals.

What surprised him most was that when he "stared" at the rock wall deep inside the cave, he could "see" a passage behind the rock wall that led to an even deeper cave.

At the end of the passage, something was calling to him...

"Lin Han?" Liu Wushuang woke up groggily. "Why aren't you asleep?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." Lin Han hesitated for a moment, deciding not to tell her about the changes in the palm print, "I had a dream."

Liu Wushuang reached out and touched his forehead: "You have a slight fever." Her hand suddenly stopped, clearly sensing something different. "Your eyes... are glowing!"

Lin Han was stunned: "What?"

Liu Wushuang pulled him to the spring.

By the faint light of the crystal, Lin Han could see in the water's reflection that his eyes did indeed glow with a faint golden light, like two small lamps.

"The mark of the Heavenly Eye..." Liu Wushuang murmured, "...only Sect Master Ye has ever reached this level."

Lin Han blinked, and the golden light gradually faded.