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

Li Muwan threw herself into Lin Che's arms. The bitterness and pain of the past few years made her unable to hold back her tears any longer.

Lin Che stiffly raised his hand and wrapped it around Li Muwan's trembling back.

Li Muwan's body was as light as a feather. Two years of exhaustion had almost drained all her vitality. Her prominent shoulder blades could be clearly felt under the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Cry, just cry."

Lin Che's voice was dry, as if it had been sanded. His palm stroked her disheveled hair, and the touch felt much more withered than he remembered.

Li Muwan's cries were initially suppressed sobs, but later she simply let out a loud wail, her scalding tears falling onto his chest and leaving a dark, wet stain.

Those long nights spent alone by the bedside, the dizziness when spiritual energy was exhausted, the despair when they heard that even a Great Immortal could not save the day—all of these poured out with their tears.

"I thought... I thought I'd never see you open your eyes again..." Li Muwan choked back tears, burying her face in his neck, her breath tinged with the bitterness of herbs. "Every day I was afraid... afraid you'd just fall asleep and leave me all alone..."

Lin Che's throat tightened, and he wanted to say something to comfort her, but he found that all words were pale and powerless. He could clearly feel the fear in the person in his arms.

That was the fear of loss that gnawed at her day and night for two years.

Lin Che raised his hand and pressed it against her back, trying to transfer a trace of spiritual energy to her, but it only caused a sharp pain in his meridians and his fingertips to tremble slightly.

Li Muwan noticed his unusual behavior, her crying stopped abruptly, and she looked up at him with teary eyes: "Husband, are you feeling unwell?"

She hurriedly checked his pulse; the skin her fingertips touched was icy cold, and the pulse was so weak she could barely feel it.

"fine."

Lin Che forced a smile and tried to pull his hand back, but she held it tightly.

"How can you be alright!"

Li Muwan's tears welled up again, this time with a deeper panic, "Your pulse... is so much weaker than before..."

Suddenly, Li Muwan remembered something and looked sharply at his hands. Those hands, which could once turn the world upside down, now seemed to struggle even to clench their fists.

"Wan'er, don't do this."

Lin Che gently patted the back of her hand, his voice carrying a weariness he himself didn't even realize, "At least... I'm still alive."

But these words did not comfort Li Muwan; instead, they made her cry even harder. She threw herself back into his arms, clinging tightly to his waist, as if if she let go, he would disappear again.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting long shadows beside their intertwined figures. The silence was so profound that only her suppressed sobs and Lin Che's increasingly heavy sighs could be heard.

…………

The next morning, the golden rooster crows.

The two snuggled together, admiring the starry sky.

Lin Che then suggested, "Wan'er, let's go to the Southern Kingdom of yesteryear."

"The Southern Kingdom?" Li Muwan looked up at Lin Che beside her, her face full of doubt, and asked, "What are you going there for?"

“Back when the four factions formed an alliance, you found your own realm there. Now, I’ve become a cripple, with no more than a hundred years to live. I want to use my last moments to spend the rest of my life with you.” Upon hearing this, Li Muwan immediately covered her mouth, tears welling up again. Only she herself knew the pain in her heart.

Li Muwan finally nodded heavily and agreed. Then, without telling anyone, she picked up Lin Che for the first time and disappeared into thin air.

……

In the southern territory.

There were once four major sects in the Southern Kingdom: the upright and honorable White Cloud Sect; the Ink Painting Sect, whose waters touched mountains and rivers and whose waterfalls were stained with ink; the Green Wood Cliff, whose green trees reached the heavens and blessed the world; and the Black Soul Sect, which bound souls and refined demons, hiding in the black mist.

The battle that year resulted in the complete annihilation of the four-faction alliance, and the Southern Kingdom was also taken over by the Snow Region Kingdom, eventually being renamed Snow Region.

Fortunately, Lin Che had requested that the capital of the Southern Kingdom not be changed, and Li Yuanfeng, the strongest in the Snow Region Kingdom, agreed to protect the capital of the Southern Kingdom forever from being disturbed by any cultivators.

As you enter the southern capital, you're greeted by a bustling scene of prosperity. The streets are spacious and clean, lined with shops, bustling with merchants, and bustling with people.

The exquisite buildings are well-proportioned, and the flying eaves and brackets show their grandeur.

The prosperity of the South is not only reflected in its material wealth, but also in its vigorous vitality and vigor.

In the fields, crops are growing vigorously, and a good harvest is in sight. In the workshops, skilled craftsmen are busy creating countless exquisite objects.

The most magical thing was the rich spiritual power. It was as if an invisible mist enveloped the entire country, and every breath could feel the pure and powerful power.

Spiritual energy flowed in the air, flickering with a faint light. The flowers, plants and trees grew more luxuriantly under the nourishment of spiritual energy, the flowers were gorgeous and the trees were towering.

Those who practice cultivation thrive in this land. They use the rich spiritual energy to elevate their realm and shine brilliantly.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Li Muwan took Lin Che's arm and happily walked towards the distance.

Li Muwan pursed her thin lips and pointed to a shop not far away, saying, "Husband, that's the shop where I comprehended the essence of the realm and broke through to the Nascent Soul stage."

The original shops remained the same as before. Fearing that someone might set foot in the area without permission, Li Yuanfeng personally set up a restriction, prohibiting anyone from entering.

Li Muwan stretched out her slender hand and touched the barrier in front of her. The barrier, which had been there for hundreds of years, shattered instantly.

Just as the barrier shattered, a stern shout suddenly rang out in the sky: "How dare you step into this place, you brat! Are you looking for death?!"

As several voices suddenly rang out, all the experts above the Nascent Soul stage from the Snow Region Kingdom appeared here. Leading them was Li Yuanfeng, the strongest expert from the Snow Region Kingdom, whose strength had reached the early stage of the Ascension realm.

Li Yuanfeng glared at Li Muwan with his large, bell-like eyes and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the forbidden area of ​​my Snow Region Kingdom? Are you courting death?"

Lin Che straightened his back, put one hand behind his back, looked at Li Yuanfeng in the sky, and said indifferently, "Li Yuanfeng, it's been hundreds of years. I didn't expect you to have broken through to the peak realm."

Li Yuanfeng raised an eyebrow and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. The moment he saw Lin Che, Li Yuanfeng was shocked and immediately led all the cultivators to fly down.

The people of the southern kingdom knelt on the ground, shouting in unison, "Greetings, Immortal!"

Ignoring the group of mortals, Li Yuanfeng knelt excitedly before Lin Che, "It really is you... Senior Lin Che!" (End of Chapter)