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

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Throughout the entire Cultivation Alliance star field, countless powerful individuals began to fight each other for resources, resulting in heavy casualties and the destruction of cultivation kingdoms.

At this time, within the Hengyue Sect, Li Muwan spent her days in tears, sitting by the bedside, gazing at the unconscious Lin Che, her heart filled with unbearable pain.

Li Muwan gently stroked Lin Che's cheek, biting her lower lip softly, and said in a gentle voice, "Husband, no matter what, Wan'er will stay with you."

"If my husband does not make it through, Wan'er will leave this world with you. On the road to the underworld, my husband, you will not be alone."

Looking at the scene before him, Huanglong Zhenren clenched his fists in pain, his eyes filled with self-blame. If it weren't for him, Che'er wouldn't have become like this, nor would he have been severely injured by Yun Tianzi of the Cultivation Alliance.

"Senior, what is the best way to revive my master?"

Zhou Ru gritted her teeth and asked with red eyes.

"If the meridians are damaged, one's cultivation will be completely ruined. Even a Great Luo True Immortal would not be able to survive... let alone recover their cultivation."

Master Huanglong crushed the teacup in his hand with force, his eyes bloodshot: "Cultivation Alliance... I, Master Huanglong, swear that one day I will utterly destroy you!"

Hearing that her master would never recover in this lifetime, Zhou Ru felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She gently stroked Xiao Bai beside her and then decided to take Xiao Bai away from Hengyue Sect to find a holy medicine that could help him recover.

Just as Huanglong Zhenren was about to stop her, Zhou Ru had already made up her mind. Ignoring the advice of others, she rode Little White away from Vermilion Bird Star without looking back.

Seeing this, Master Huanglong exhaled a deep breath and muttered to himself, "I, a powerful being who has passed the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man, am now... unable to even protect my own disciple..."

"It seems... I need to go find Long Panzi."

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Two years passed in the blink of an eye. The Hengyue Sect remained the same as always, except that Li Muwan stayed by Lin Che's side all day long, and no one except Hongdie was allowed to enter the room.

For the past two years, Hongdie has delivered herbal medicine to Li Muwan every day without fail. Seeing Li Muwan's increasingly thin figure, she felt a pang of pity but could only silently withdraw.

He tried to persuade Li Muwan to take care of her health, but was rendered speechless by her words, "If I fall, who will take care of him?"

Lin Che's body showed no improvement whatsoever; the meridians beneath his skin were like withered vines, with no trace of spiritual energy flowing through them.

Li Muwan never gave up. Every day, she carefully nurtured his dantian with her own spiritual power. Even though that meager spiritual power was like a spark thrown into an icy lake, which was swallowed up in an instant, she was still happy to do it.

It wasn't until sunset that Li Muwan finally fainted due to exhaustion of her spiritual energy.

At this moment, Lin Che slowly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar room of Hengyue Sect. The pain in his body made his expression extremely distorted.

"I never expected to be so badly injured this time. If it weren't for the system's help, I probably would have died long ago."

Lin Che struggled to sit up, looking at the unconscious Li Muwan beside him, a gentle and tender expression on his face.

Over the past few years, Lin Che has been able to clearly feel the changes in his body and understand that Wan'er has been by his side all these years, but now she is becoming increasingly haggard.

Lin Che struggled to raise his right hand and gently stroked Li Muwan's cheek. Then, suppressing the pain in his body, he picked up Li Muwan and placed her on the bed.

"Damn it... I never thought that after a thousand years of cultivation, this would be my final fate..."

Feeling the changes in his body, Lin Che sat in a chair with a pained expression. He was no different from an ordinary person now, and because of his injuries, he was even weaker than an ordinary person. Lin Che stood up, holding onto the edge of the table. With each movement, his broken meridians felt like they were being pierced by countless needles at the same time, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

He shakily moved to the meditation cushion in the corner and sat down, trying to circulate the remaining spiritual energy. However, as soon as the weak energy flow touched the damaged meridians, it caused a heart-wrenching pain, as if a raging fire was burning in his blood vessels.

Still unwilling to accept defeat, Lin Che took out a treasured Mind-Concentrating Pill from his storage bag and forced it into his mouth.

Just as the warm current from the dissolved elixir was about to nourish his dantian, it was shattered by the chaotic energy within his body. Instead, it struck his internal organs like rubble, causing him to suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered onto the floor in front of him in a shocking sight.

Over the next few days, Lin Che tried every method he could think of.

He could draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but that spiritual energy would dissipate on its own as soon as it touched his withered meridians.

Lin Che tried to reconnect his severed meridians using his essence and blood, but all he got in return was the excruciating pain of his meridians feeling like they were about to burst. Even his most powerful secret technique only made him faint again when he tried to activate it.

Every attempt ended in failure. Broken pill bottles and blood-stained cloths were scattered around the room. Lin Che leaned against the bedpost, staring at his hands, which were devoid of any spiritual energy. The last glimmer of light in his eyes gradually went out.

It turns out that what Huanglong Zhenren said was true; even the Great Luo Immortal couldn't save him, and he truly became a cripple.

On the morning of the fifth day, Li Muwan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I saw wasn't the familiar ceiling, but a figure sitting in the chair opposite me.

The figure had its back to her, its shoulders slightly hunched, and its once upright back now conveyed a sense of loneliness.

"Husband..."

Li Muwan's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible, but it made the person in the chair turn around abruptly.

The moment their eyes met, Li Muwan saw his pale face and the unfathomable despair in his eyes.

All the worries of watching over him day and night, and the expectations of two years, turned into a torrent of tears the moment I saw him like this.

“Husband…” Li Muwan struggled to get up, but her body was weak due to the depletion of spiritual energy, and she could only lie on the edge of the bed, tears rolling down like broken beads.

"You're awake...you're finally awake..."

Li Muwan's sobs were suppressed and trembling, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the heartache of seeing his weak state.

Looking at her red, tear-filled eyes and her increasingly haggard appearance because of him, Lin Che felt as if something was gripping his heart tightly. A thousand words were stuck in his throat, and in the end, they could only turn into a low, hoarse sigh.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry..."

Li Muwan shook her head desperately, tears blurring her vision: "It's not your fault... As long as you're still here, that's enough..."

She reached out and gently grasped Lin Che's cold fingers, as if she could transfer her strength to him in this way.

"No matter what you become, Wan'er will be with you, always." (End of Chapter)