Xian Ni: The God of Killing Returns, Marries Li Muwan at the Beginning

Lin Che looked at the man in front of him, stepped forward, and then bowed to him, saying, "Junior Lin Che greets senior."

The handsome young man slowly turned around, put one hand behind his back, and smiled, saying, "Billions of years have passed in the blink of an eye. I never thought that someone destined to come here would actually do so."

“Lucky young man, it’s a pleasure to meet you here. My name is Xuanfeng. I was not originally a cultivator from this Luotian Star Region, but came from the Immortal Clan.”

Xuanfeng walked over with a smile, looked at Lin Che in front of him, and said with a smile: "The fact that you were able to come here means that we are destined to meet. Therefore, it is also a kind of fate that we met here."

"The Immortal Clan..."

Lin Che frowned slightly, and the image of the seventy-two continents of the Immortal Race in the Immortal Continent surfaced in his mind. If he wasn't mistaken, the man in front of him should be a powerful figure from one of these seventy-two continents.

The sword intent in the portrait alone was enough to give this late-stage Nirvana cultivator a feeling of shattering an infant, indicating that the cultivator before him was an existence that was absolutely unimaginable in the past.

With a flick of his sleeves, Xuanfeng transformed the previous cave dwelling into a picturesque lakeside scene with bamboo pavilions overlooking the Huai River.

"Please sit down," Xuanfeng said softly. "I haven't been in contact with anyone for millions of years, so I'm a little excited. Please understand."

Lin Che nodded subconsciously and sat down in the chair, saying, "That's my understanding."

Xuanfeng waved his hand, and two white jade cups appeared out of thin air on the stone table. The clear wine in the cups was foaming and had a refreshing aroma.

"This is the 'Forget-Worries' wine that I brewed with water from the Milky Way years ago. It was buried under the Kunlun ice vein for hundreds of thousands of years. Today, I will share it with my young friend."

Lin Che picked up his wine glass and took a sip. He felt a warm current slide down his throat, instantly turning into thousands of light points that merged into his limbs and bones. The spiritual energy he had previously lost showed signs of recovery.

"This wine, senior, is more mellow than any other celestial brew I have ever tasted."

Xuanfeng chuckled softly, lightly touching the rim of the cup with his fingertip, and the wine transformed into a small silver dragon that swirled within the cup.

"Back when I traveled through the heavens, I loved collecting these kinds of trinkets. Unlike you cultivators today, who always talk about cultivation, you've lost some of the real flavor."

Xuanfeng suddenly turned to look at Xu Liguo, who was huddled in the corner of the bamboo pavilion. The latter was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly buried his head even lower.

“Your servant is quite interesting. He is not unintelligent, yet he is willing to be subordinate to others. He is a loyal servant.”

Lin Che glanced at Xu Liguo and smiled, "He's all talk and no action, but he's reliable when things get really tough. However, he's not quite as loyal as he seems."

Xu Liguo pursed his lips but didn't say anything. In any case, in the eyes of the evil star, he had already become a traitor.

After Lin Che finished speaking, he took out several puppet fragments he had collected earlier from his storage ring. "Senior, please take a look. Can these materials be refined into Shattered Nirvana Realm puppets?"

Xuanfeng picked up a fragment and examined it for a moment. A wisp of pale blue sword energy emanated from his fingertip and gently traced it across the fragment. The originally hard metal melted like butter.

"The materials are good, but it's a pity you're missing a key ingredient: 'Netherworld Profound Iron'. Back when I was refining the 'Immortal Slaying Puppet,' it took me three thousand years just to find this profound iron."

Lin Che's eyes lit up, and he asked in confusion, "Netherworld Black Iron? Where can I find it?"

"Far away, yet so close."

Xuanfeng raised his hand and pointed towards the lakeside. Suddenly, huge waves surged on the calm water, and a piece of jet-black metal exuding a chilling aura slowly rose from the bottom of the lake.

“The bottom of this lake was originally the site of an ancient battlefield, hiding many valuable things.” Xu Liguo peered curiously at the piece of black iron and muttered, “Master, this thing looks eerie. Could it be a trap?”

Upon hearing this, Xuanfeng laughed loudly: "Young friend, your servant is much more cautious than you. Don't worry, if I wanted to harm you, why would I bother with all this?"

Xuanfeng flicked his finger, and the black iron floated to Lin Che like a falling leaf. "Consider this my greeting gift to you, and also... settle an old matter."

Lin Che took the black iron and felt it was icy cold to the touch, as if he were holding a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice. He quickly circulated his spiritual power to protect his palm: "Thank you for your generous gift, senior."

Xuanfeng waved his hand, tilted his head back and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp: "No need to thank me, I'm just passing on what I've learned. As for you, the sword intent you just gleaned from the portrait is still just one layer away from being broken through."

Suddenly, he raised his hand and made a slashing motion. An invisible sword aura swept across the lake's surface, splitting the bright moon reflected in the center of the lake in two.

"See? The essence of swordsmanship lies not in force, but in 'intention'."

Lin Che gazed at the slowly healing moonlight and nodded thoughtfully. A gentle evening breeze rose outside the bamboo pavilion, causing the two men's robes to flutter, giving them a sense of carefree indifference to worldly affairs.

Xuanfeng shook the teacup in his hand and said solemnly, "Back then, I was severely injured and forced to tear through the void to come to the Thunder Immortal Realm."

"I originally planned to recover here, but I found that my injuries were too severe. No matter how hard I tried to cultivate, I would surely die."

"Therefore, I left a cave in the Thunder Immortal Realm and used an array to conceal it, so that even a Void Nirvana cultivator would not be qualified to see through its mysteries."

Lin Che naturally understood that anyone would covet such a great opportunity, especially since it came from a powerful immortal, whose treasures were undoubtedly countless.

Given Lu Fuzi's personality, he would never let him go.

Fortunately, Xuanfeng chose to set up a restriction here back then; otherwise, Senior Xuanfeng would not have appeared in front of him.

"Senior Xuanfeng, what realm did you reach in your lifetime? Why were you hunted down? And what were you waiting for for billions of years?"

"Well, it's a long story."

Xuanfeng crushed the teacup in his hand with force, a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

"I had reached the half-step Heaven-Treading Realm in my lifetime, but because I mastered a special law, I was hunted down by the powerful figures of the Immortal Gang Continent."

"One of them possessed divine strength. I remember he wore a black robe and had long white hair. I was no match for him and was ultimately severely injured!"

"Special laws?"

Lin Che asked with some curiosity, "What is this special law you mentioned, senior? Why did it cause your demise and the dissipation of your cultivation?"

Xuanfeng didn't hide anything from Lin Che, but instead answered directly and frankly: "That is the ultimate sword intent. I have been cultivating the sword path for hundreds of billions of years, and my understanding of the sword intent within it has long since broken through to the Heavenly Stepping Realm."

"My sword is superfluous; a single grain of sand can cleave a star!"

Such arrogant remarks, if made by someone else, might lead them to mistakenly believe that the person has some kind of mental problem.

However, for Lin Che, the senior Xuanfeng in front of him was no ordinary person!
(End of this chapter)