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

With a flick of his finger, Xuanfeng caused the shattered jade cup fragments to vanish into specks of light, and two new cups, filled with wine, materialized out of thin air.

"Don't think I'm exaggerating. Back then, when I debated swords with the supreme being of the ancient clans, I casually broke off a willow branch from the lakeside to make a sword, and I still managed to cut his body to pieces."

Lin Che tightened his grip on the Netherworld Profound Iron: "Senior's swordsmanship is beyond my reach."

Just then, Lin Che suddenly remembered something and took out a palm-sized demon beast inner core from his storage ring.

"I've stumbled upon a piece of 'Crimson Scale Inner Core'. Adding it to a sword while forging it will add three-tenths of its fire attribute. Would you like to give it a try, senior?"

Xuanfeng raised an eyebrow and took the inner core. The sword energy swirling around his fingertips swept over it, and the surface of the inner core immediately cracked with fine lines, revealing the pulsating crimson flame core inside.

"It's a good thing, but unfortunately it's useless to me."

Xuanfeng flicked his finger and sent the inner core back, saying softly, "Keep it. When you're making puppets in the future, you can embed it in the joints to protect against ice-type spells."

Xu Liguo listened from the corner, swallowing hard. That was the Crimson Scale Inner Core, worth three medium-sized markets. This evil star just casually took it out and gave it away.
He couldn't help but mutter, "Master, are you just being wasteful or showing off your wealth...?"

Lin Che glared at him: "If you say another word, I'll throw you into the lake to feed the fish."

Xuanfeng laughed even harder: "Young friend, you're quite protective of your own. Speaking of which, besides the Netherworld Iron, there are some odds and ends that I casually tossed away back then at the bottom of this lake."

With a wave of his hand towards the lake, several rusty copper coins and half a piece of gnawed animal bone floated to the surface.

“Look, this copper coin was won in a chess game in the mortal realm back then, and that beast bone was thrown away after taking a bite because it wasn’t tasty—oh right, that beast was a nine-headed dragon-lion, the meat was too tough.”

Lin Che looked at the half-piece of beast bone that was glowing with spiritual light, and his lips twitched. The bone of the nine-headed dragon lion would be fought over by cultivators outside, but here it had become "a tasteless leftover".

"Did you encounter any interesting mortals when you traveled through the heavens, senior?"

"I don't have that much interest."

Xuanfeng leaned back lazily in his chair and said slowly, "Since you are the one destined for me, then it is only natural that I should pass on my mantle to you, so that I may have a successor."

Before Lin Che could speak, Xuan Feng's fingers twitched slightly, and his natal magic weapon, the God-Slaying Sword, which possessed the low-level Nirvana realm, appeared in the air.

Xuanfeng laughed and said, "To be able to master a Nirvana-level magic weapon in the late stage of Nirvana is truly a lucky young man. It seems we are indeed destined to meet."

"The Nirvana magic treasures possess extremely powerful combat capabilities, but after the third step, you can basically see many of them. After all, the magic treasures possessed by cultivators at that level should not be underestimated."

"Back then, I possessed a high-grade Nirvana Treasure, second only to the Void Annihilation level, but unfortunately, it was destroyed in battle. Otherwise, merging it with yours would have greatly enhanced my strength."

When Xuanfeng recalled what happened back then, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. It seemed that the loneliness he had endured for millions of years made him long to return to the world.

Lin Che said solemnly, "Senior, now that you have awakened, why not choose to possess a physical body directly, instead of staying here?"

"I am merely a wisp of soul, not a nascent soul. Even if I were to possess another body, I could not do so, and it would be impossible for me to do so."

"Otherwise, I should have taken over your body the moment we met, instead of talking to you for so long?"

Xuanfeng lightly stroked the floating God-Slaying Sword with his fingertips, the sword humming and emitting a blue light: "Besides, although your physical body is good, it may not be able to withstand my sword intent." "When I was cultivating, in order to adapt my body to the sword intent, I stood in the gale layer for a thousand years. My bones broke and reassembled, reassembled and broke again. With your delicate skin, I'm afraid you can't withstand the first gust of gale."

Lin Che touched the tip of his nose, recalling the cut his skin had made by the sword intent in the portrait, but didn't refute it. Suddenly, he noticed that the edges of Xuan Feng's robes were somewhat transparent, as if they might dissipate at any moment: "Senior's soul..."

"I can't hold on much longer."

Xuanfeng smiled calmly, and with a wave of his hand, the moon's reflection in the center of the lake was suddenly sliced ​​into countless pieces by sword energy, only to return to its perfect state in the next instant.

"This wisp of soul is kept afloat by the sword intent in the portrait. Now that I have met you, I can say that I have fulfilled my last obsession."

Xuanfeng flicked his finger, and the God-Slaying Sword suddenly transformed into a stream of light and entered Lin Che's brow. He said softly, "Use this sword spirit for now. When you can make it 'have a sword in your heart,' you'll have touched the threshold of my sword path."

Lin Che felt a cool sensation in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if an invisible sword shadow had appeared. When he raised his hand, the God-Slaying Sword was already in his palm, appearing even more agile than before.

"Furthermore, the energy in your body... if I'm not mistaken, you must have cultivated the body of an ancient god, right?"

"Yes, back then, on my cultivation planet, I accidentally encountered the body of an eight-star ancient god. I obtained the ancient god's memories and successfully cultivated the body of the ancient god."

Lin Che did not hide anything, after all, in front of such a top expert, concealing one's strength would be nothing short of wishful thinking.

"The ancient gods originated from the ancient race, which was formed from the soul blood of the ancient ancestors of the Immortal Continent. It is divided into three races: the Extreme Ancient, the Beginning Ancient, and the Dao Ancient."

"The ancient race can be further divided into three lineages: ancient gods, ancient demons, and ancient monsters. They all originate from the blood of Dao Gu Yemo."

"When Ye Mo was dying, he dispersed his blood into three thousand drops, one thousand of which became ancient gods, one thousand became ancient demons, and one thousand became ancient monsters."

"Therefore, the ancient gods are part of the ancient races, which also include ancient demons and ancient monsters. These ancient races are powerful and possess extremely strong physical bodies."

Xuanfeng slowly stood up, put one hand behind his back, gazed at the distant Qingshan Lake, pondered for a long time, took out a special porcelain bottle, and handed it to Lin Che.

"This porcelain bottle contains a drop of ancient god's essence blood from my friend. Although we are enemies, we are still friends."

"This drop of ancient god's blood essence can elevate you to around the level of a six-star ancient god, which is equivalent to the Five Decays of Heaven and Man realm in our cultivation world."

Lin Che stared at the porcelain bottle in front of him. When he heard that it contained the essence blood of an ancient god, he was taken aback. He had not expected that Senior Xuanfeng would have such a thing.

"senior."

"Take it. After all, you are destined to be with me. Naturally, I will leave my things to you."

"But... I'm tired... really tired..."

Xuanfeng's voice grew fainter and fainter, and even his body began to disintegrate, as if he might disappear from this world at any moment.

"Fortunate junior, to be able to see such a talented cultivator after billions of years, I can say that I have witnessed the beginning of your legendary life."

"Next, I will concentrate all my sword intent into the portrait. Comprehend as much as you can." (End of Chapter)