After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 477 Netherworld Headquarters

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The reconstruction of the Xuantian Sect has begun to take shape.

With Ye Shou's assistance and the cooperation of the Qingcheng Sect, the palaces on the former ruins were rebuilt, and the disciples returned.

But the worry between Lin Han's brows deepened day by day.

"I still can't find a way to cure the cold poison." He put down the ancient book in his hand and rubbed his temples.

The desk was piled high with medical books and poison manuals taken from the secret archives, but none of them could cure the cold poison in Liu Wushuang's body.

Liu Wushuang sat by the window, her face much paler than when they first met, but her eyes were still clear: "Don't bother. Didn't Granny Yao say that this is a cold poison she was born with? It's a miracle she's survived until today."

Lin Han clenched his fist: "There must be a way. Ye Youming was able to create the Netherworld Evil Technique, so he must also have some understanding of the Cold Poison..."

Before he could finish speaking, a hidden arrow suddenly burst through the window and embedded itself in the pillar with a "thud"! A roll of silk was tied to the arrow's fletching.

"Be careful!" Lin Han stood protectively in front of Liu Wushuang, looking warily out the window.

The night was deep and there was no one in sight.

Unfold the silk scroll; it revealed only a single line of hastily written words: "To save his mother, come quickly to the Netherworld Altar. Go alone. —A person in the know."

Liu Wushuang snatched the silk, her fingers trembling: "It's my mother's handwriting! She's still alive!"

Lin Han frowned: "What a coincidence. We were just looking for a way to cure the cold poison when this news came. It's probably a trap."

"Even if it's a trap, I'm going!" Liu Wushuang suddenly stood up, but a wave of dizziness almost made her fall.

Lin Han quickly helped her up, his hands finding her icy cold.

Just then, Ye Shou rushed over, holding a yellowed notebook in his hand: "Young Master! This old servant found this while organizing the sect's confidential documents!"

That was a notebook written by Ye Qingchen before his death.

Lin Han took the book and began to read it, his expression growing increasingly serious.

The notes record a shocking truth—Ye Youming and Zhou Zhiyun were once lovers, but separated because Ye Youming was expelled from the sect for practicing evil arts.

Later, Zhou Zhiyun married Ye Qingchen, but was kidnapped by Ye Youming on their wedding night. Nine months later, a baby girl was returned to her...

“That baby girl…” Lin Han looked at Liu Wushuang, his heart filled with shock.

Ye Shou nodded heavily: "The cold poison in Miss Liu's body is of the same origin as Ye Youming's Netherworld Evil Technique. This old servant suspects... that she is Ye Youming's biological daughter."

Liu Wushuang staggered backward, her face deathly pale: "No...impossible..."

Lin Han helped her up and continued to read through the notes.

The last few pages record Ye Qingchen's investigation—he suspects that Ye Youming placed some kind of restriction on Zhou Zhiyun, which affects Liu Wushuang through their bloodline connection.

To break this restriction, Ye Youming's "Life Soul Lamp" must be found.

“The Soul Lamp of Destiny…” Lin Han recalled the records he had seen in the secret archives, “The evil artifact used by the Netherworld Cult Master to control others is usually hidden in the most secret place in the main altar.”

Liu Wushuang suddenly grabbed his hand: "Lin Han, I have to go. No matter whose daughter I am, my mother is innocent!"

Lin Han gazed into her resolute eyes and finally nodded: "Alright. But we can't be rash." He turned to Ye Shou, "Uncle Ye, please make the preparations. We'll set off tomorrow."

"Young Master!" Ye Shou exclaimed urgently, "This is clearly a trap! Ye Youming wants to lure you to the main altar!"

“I know.” Lin Han’s eyes were sharp. “But this is also an opportunity. To rescue Senior Zhou in one fell swoop, find the Soul Lamp, and completely solve the problem of the Cold Poison.”

He lowered his voice, "And... I suspect that the headquarters has what we need."

In the dead of night, Lin Han came to the Sword Tomb alone.

The Heavenly Crystal Sword shimmered with a soft glow under the moonlight.

He reached out and grasped the sword hilt, attempting to communicate with the lingering consciousness of his ancestor within the sword.

"Grandmaster, please guide me..." He closed his eyes and focused his mind, slowly channeling his inner energy into the sword.

Gradually, some blurry images emerged in my mind—a gloomy ancient castle with a ghostly light flickering in its depths; a woman in white chained up; and... a strangely shaped bronze lamp with a ghostly blue flame.

The scene suddenly distorted, turning into a raging sea of ​​blood.

From within the sea of ​​blood, Ye Youming's figure slowly rose, two horns sprouting from his forehead, his eyes gleaming red light...

Lin Han suddenly woke up, drenched in cold sweat.

The Heavenly Crystal Sword trembled violently, emitting a warning hum.

“It was indeed a trap... but also the only chance.” He gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes resolute.

Three days later, the two stood before a desolate valley.

According to the clues in the notes, the Netherworld Altar is hidden somewhere in the valley.

"Stay close to me." Lin Han held the Heavenly Crystal Sword, its tip pointing the way.

Strangely enough, the further Liu Wushuang went into the valley, the rosier her complexion became, as if some kind of atmosphere here had alleviated her cold poison.

This confirmed Lin Han's guess—Liu Wushuang did indeed have connections with the Netherworld Sect.

Deep in the valley, a black castle stands out abruptly, as if rising from hell.

The fortress gates were wide open, revealing a pitch-black interior, like the gaping mouth of a giant beast.

"Welcome to the Netherworld Headquarters." A hoarse voice came from inside the fortress. The man in the golden-threaded mask slowly walked out, bowed, and said, "The Master has been waiting for a long time."

Lin Han sneered: "Lead the way."

The fortress was winding and secluded, with walls covered in eerie runes.

The further they went, the colder it became, but Liu Wushuang became more and more energetic, and even a faint blue light appeared in her eyes.

Finally, they arrived at a huge underground cave.

In the center of the cave is a pool of blood, in which stands a stone pillar with a white-clad woman chained to it.

Although she looked haggard, her features still resembled those of Liu Wushuang.

"Mother!" Liu Wushuang exclaimed, trying to rush over but was pulled back by Lin Han.

"Calm down! Look around the blood pool!"

A complex array was carved around the blood pool, with the bronze soul lamp placed at the array's core.

Ye Youming stood beside the Soul Lamp with a smile on his face.

"It's been a long time, Zhiyun," he said softly, as if chatting with an old friend. "Look, I've brought our daughter with me."

Zhou Zhiyun looked up and saw Liu Wushuang. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, but it quickly turned into deep fear: "Shuang'er, run! This is a trap!"

Ye Youming chuckled: "How could it be a trap? I'm here to save our daughter."

He looked at Liu Wushuang and said, "Child, only I can cure the cold poison in your body. Come here and let your father help you."

Liu Wushuang trembled all over: "You...you really are..."

“Of course.” Ye Youming said gently, “Your mother never told you the truth because she was afraid you wouldn’t be able to accept it. But it doesn’t matter now…” He stretched out his hand, “Come on, let’s reunite as a family.”

Liu Wushuang's eyes were dazed, and she subconsciously took a step forward.

Lin Han hurriedly grabbed her: "Wu Shuang! He's using a soul-capturing technique!"

Ye Youming's face darkened: "Boy, mind your own business!"

He activated the soul lamp, and the ghostly blue flame surged.