After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 456 The True Dragon Arrives

Lin Han never imagined that on his sixteenth birthday, he would see his father lying in a pool of blood.

He remembered that in the early morning, his mother would comb his hair herself and tie it into a neat bun with the family heirloom jade hairpin.

His father rarely smiled. He took the Qingfeng sword, which he had treasured for many years, from the weapon rack and gave it to him. The red silk wrapped around the scabbard fluttered gently in the morning breeze, like an inextinguishable flame.

"Han'er, from today onwards you are an adult." His father, Lin Zhennan, placed his large hand on his shoulder, the warmth of his palm bringing him peace. "This sword has been with me for twenty years; today I pass it on to you. Remember, a sword is a gentleman's weapon; once drawn, it will surely draw blood. Only use it as a last resort..."

Before he could finish speaking, a shrill scream suddenly came from the front yard.

Lin Zhennan's expression changed drastically, and he shoved Lin Han into the inner room with a palm strike: "Take your mother through the secret passage! They're from the Qingcheng Sect!"

Before Lin Han could react, the courtyard wall collapsed with a crash.

Amidst the smoke and dust, more than ten dark figures surged in like ghosts. The leader, dressed in a brocade robe with a jade pendant jingling at his waist, was none other than Yu Canglang, the young master of the Qingcheng Sect.

His longsword dripped with blood, and his disciples behind him were like wolves and tigers, cutting down anyone they saw.

"Lin Zhennan! Hand over the 'Mysterious Heaven True Scripture,' and I'll spare your life!" Yu Canglang's voice was sharp as an owl's cry.

Lin Zhennan drew his sword, its blade flashing like snow: "Yu Canghai actually sent you, a mere brat, to your death!" Before he finished speaking, he had already shot out like an arrow.

The Qingfeng Sword drew a perfect arc in the air, and three Qingcheng disciples fell to the ground, blood only then appearing on their throats.

Lin Han was dragged by his mother to the backyard, surrounded by the sounds of metal clashing.

He looked back and saw his father, alone with his sword, weaving through dozens of enemies like a dragon, each strike taking a life.

But there were too many enemies, and his father's white robe was gradually stained with crimson spots.

"Han'er, hurry up!" His mother suddenly pushed him toward the entrance to the secret passage behind the artificial hill, but turned back herself.

Lin Han reached out to grab it, but only managed to tear off a piece of his sleeve. He saw his mother pull a gold hairpin from her hair and rush towards the enemy who was about to ambush his father.

"mother--!"

The shout got stuck in his throat.

The moment the hairpin pierced the enemy's back, another longsword emerged from the mother's chest.

She slowly fell down, her gaze still fixed on where Lin Han was hiding. Her lips moved silently, as if to say, "Go quickly."

Lin Han trembled all over, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the smell of burning pine resin from the enemy's torches.

He should have rushed out and fought desperately, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.

My father once said that mere bravery is not true courage; preserving the bloodline is the greatest filial piety.

A muffled thud suddenly came from the front yard. Lin Han saw through the gap in the artificial hill that his father had been struck in the chest with a palm strike, staggered back several steps, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Canglang grinned maliciously and swung his sword straight for Yu's throat. At the critical moment, Lin Zhennan ducked down and slashed upwards with his Qingfeng sword, leaving a bloody mark on Yu Canglang's face.

"Ah! My face!" Yu Canglang screamed, clutching his face. "Chop this old bastard to pieces!"

Lin Zhennan took the opportunity to retreat to the pillar, his breathing already disordered.

Lin Han could no longer hold back. He crawled out of the secret passage and, using the artificial hill and flowers in the courtyard as cover, quietly approached his father.

"Father!" he called out in a low voice.

Lin Zhennan suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with shock and anger, which then turned into determination.

He deliberately shouted loudly, "The Qingcheng Sect bullies the few with numbers! What kind of righteous sect are they!"

At the same time, he quickly drew several words on the ground with the tip of his sword: Don't come over, go get the true scriptures.

Lin Han understood and crouched down, retreating behind the artificial hill.

At this moment, the battle in the courtyard became increasingly fierce. Although Lin Zhennan was wounded in many places, his swordplay became even more ferocious.

Qingcheng disciples fell like wheat being harvested, but new ones kept filling their ranks.

Lin Han watched helplessly as his father was struck on the back by a steel whip, his white robe ripped apart, and his skin torn open.

Finally, Yu Canglang found an opening and stabbed Lin Zhennan in the abdomen with his sword.

"Father—!" Lin Han could no longer control himself and rushed out of his hiding place.

Lin Zhennan turned his head upon hearing the sound, his eyes filled with shock.

He mustered his last breath, and the Qingfeng Sword flew out of his hand, pinning two Qingcheng disciples who were rushing towards Lin Han to the wall.

Just as Yu Canglang was about to give chase, Lin Zhennan desperately grabbed his legs.

"Han'er... run quickly..." Blood gushed from Lin Zhennan's mouth, staining his white beard crimson.

With trembling hands, he pulled a yellowed booklet from his pocket and threw it at Lin Han with his last bit of strength.

"Take the 'Mysterious Heaven True Scripture'...and go find...your martial uncle..."

The booklet traced an arc in the air, and Lin Han leaped forward to catch it.

It feels cool to the touch, and the three ancient seal characters "玄天真经" on the cover seem to weigh a ton.

The shouts of battle outside the courtyard grew closer, mixed with the sound of sharp weapons cutting through the air.

"Father! I can't leave you!" Lin Han's voice choked with emotion as he tried to step forward and help his father up.

"Fool!" Lin Zhennan suddenly roared, shoving Lin Han several feet away with a palm strike, sending him to the backyard entrance with just the right amount of force. "The Lin family bloodline must not be broken! Remember, the ninth page of the True Scripture... the Nine Revolutions of the Profound Heaven..." Before he could finish speaking, Yu Canglang had already broken free of his restraints, and his longsword plunged fiercely into Lin Zhennan's heart.

Lin Zhennan's eyes widened as he stared intently at his son, his lips moving until he finally uttered two words: "...revenge..."

Lin Han's eyes were bloodshot, and tears blurred his vision.

He tucked the scripture into his robes, glanced one last time at his parents lying in a pool of blood, gritted his teeth, turned, and rushed into the backyard.

A furious roar came from behind: "Where's that Lin family brat?! Chase him! Chase him!"

Lin Han learned martial arts from his father since childhood. Although his lightness skill was not top-notch, he was familiar with every inch of his home.

He leaped over the wall in a few bounds and disappeared into the dense forest behind the mountain.

The autumn forest is full of fallen leaves, which rustle underfoot and give away your presence.

He had to slow down and use the moonlight to find his way.

The torches of the pursuers behind them formed a winding serpent of fire, which was particularly dazzling in the night.

The shouts of the Qingcheng Sect disciples rose and fell, startling the birds roosting in the forest.

"Search separately! Find them alive or dead!" Yu Canglang's chilling voice rang out, clearly audible to Lin Han. "The *Mysterious Heaven True Scripture* must be obtained! The sect leader has decreed that whoever obtains the scripture will be the next sect leader!"

Lin Han was shocked; no wonder the Qingcheng Sect had come out in full force.

He touched the booklet in his arms; this thing was more precious than dozens of lives.

He ran wildly through the forest, branches whipping his face and leaving bloody welts, but he felt no pain whatsoever.

My father's dying words echoed in my ears—"The Nine Revolutions of the Mysterious Heaven, what is that? Why did my father specifically mention it? And where is my martial uncle?"

He vaguely remembered that his father had a junior fellow apprentice, but they had lost contact with him ten years ago...

"There's some noise over here!" A shout came from not far to the right.

Lin Han held his breath and crouched behind a clump of bushes.

At this time, Lin Liuyi had just finished writing his martial arts novel.