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

Lin Che's throat tightened, and he could no longer refuse. He slowly lowered his head and kissed Li Muwan's rosy lips.

Li Muwan closed her eyes, tiptoed to respond to him, and two years of longing and worry mingled in this kiss, turning into hot tears that slid down her cheeks.

As night deepened, moonlight streamed through the window screen onto the bed, outlining silhouettes of the couple embracing.

Li Muwan nestled in Lin Che's arms, listening to his warm breath, her fingertips gently tracing the outline of his collarbone.

Lin Che's body was still weak from the damage to her meridians, but it made her feel more at ease than ever before.

"My husband, do you still remember when we first met?" Li Muwan murmured softly. "Back then, you always loved to tease me, secretly replacing the wine I had just brewed with water, which made my brother laugh at me for a long time."

Lin Che chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest reaching her ear with a familiar warmth: "Who told you to always say my swordsmanship is inferior to your brewing skills?"

"That's what it is."

Li Muwan snorted, but her tone was full of coquettishness as she softly said, "But later, when I saw you take the fatal blow from the demonic cultivator to save me, I realized... that your sword was so fast to protect me."

Lin Che fell silent, then reached out and hugged her even tighter. Those years fighting side by side, those moments of life and death together, seemed like only yesterday.

He thought he was used to making ruthless decisions, until he met her and realized what a weakness felt like.

"Wan'er," Lin Che suddenly spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night, "If... I mean if, one day I'm gone, you must live well."

Li Muwan froze, then suddenly looked up at him, her eyes instantly reddening: "Don't say such things!"

Li Muwan reached out and covered his mouth, tears streaming down her face like a broken string of pearls. "You promised to accompany me to see all the sights in the world, not even for a day or a moment less!"

Lin Che pried her hands open, gently kissed away her tears, and the salty taste spread on his tongue: "Okay, I won't say anything more."

At this moment, Lin Che clenched his fists. He knew his physical condition and that forcibly circulating his spiritual power would only accelerate his decline. But looking at Li Muwan's tearful eyes, he suddenly felt a greedy thought.

Perhaps, perhaps a miracle really can happen? Even if it's only ten years, even if it's only five years, he wants to stay with her, longer, and much longer.

The next morning, when Li Muwan woke up, the seat next to her was empty.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly got up, only to see Lin Che sitting by the window, gazing absently at the magnolia tree in the courtyard.

The morning light fell on his profile, outlining a softer contour, making him less sharp and more gentle.

"What are you thinking about?"

Li Muwan walked over and gently hugged him from behind.

Lin Che turned around and handed her a jade pendant. The pendant was carved with the last bit of spiritual energy he had gathered the night before, and it featured a banana tree with a magnolia blossom nestled beside it.

"Once the tavern opens, we'll hang the sign above the door and call it Wancheju."

Li Muwan took the jade pendant, her fingertips tracing the warm, smooth engravings on it. Her eyes welled up with tears again, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay, let's call it Wanche Residence."

The two acted immediately. Li Muwan took out her savings from her storage bag and rented a shop next to the shop from back then.

Upon learning of this, Li Yuanfeng insisted on sending craftsmen to help with the repairs, but Lin Che politely declined.

“We want to do it ourselves.” Lin Che watched as Li Muwan clumsily sanded the door panel with a plane, unaware that wood shavings were on her face, her eyes full of smiles. “This is what makes it feel like a home.”

Li Muwan gave him a reproachful look, but still pushed him to the rattan chair next to her: "You just sit down, I'll do these chores."

Lin Che didn't insist; he simply sat there watching her work. Sunlight filtered through the magnolia trees, illuminating her like a golden rim. He suddenly realized that this was what true tranquility looked like.

Three days later, the signboard of Wanche Residence was finally hung up, and the jade pendant swayed gently in the wind, reflecting a faint light.

Li Muwan, wearing an apron, was wiping wine glasses behind the counter, while Lin Che sat on a bamboo chair by the door, watching the pedestrians on the street and occasionally chatting with familiar neighbors.

A child asked curiously, "Uncle Lin, do you know magic?"

Lin Che smiled and said, "No, I'm just an ordinary shopkeeper."

Li Muwan poked her head out of the shop: "Don't listen to him, he can do magic tricks and turn water into fine wine."

The children cheered and crowded around. Lin Che shook his head helplessly, but still cooperated with Li Muwan, using ordinary methods to conjure up cups of sweet and sour juice for the children.

As the sun sets, the tavern closes for the day.

Li Muwan sat on the threshold, leaning on Lin Che's shoulder, watching the sunset on the horizon.

"Husband, look, doesn't today's sunset look just like the one we saw on the back mountain of Hengyue Sect back then?"

"Yes, she looks like you." Lin Che squeezed her hand and said softly, "But not as pretty as you."

Li Muwan giggled, her laughter clear and crisp, like the ringing of wind chimes.

Looking at her smile, Lin Che suddenly felt that perhaps whether or not he returned to his peak condition was not so important anymore.

As long as I can see her smile and hear her play, even if it's only for a short hundred years, it will be the greatest fulfillment in this life.

Having cultivated alone for a thousand years, Lin Che had long since become accustomed to it. Even if he were to die and his cultivation were to dissipate, he would not have any complaints. After all, having killed countless people in his life, he had long since disregarded life and death.

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For the next few months, Lin Che stayed by Li Muwan's side every day. The Hengyue Sect experts didn't know where they had gone, but they didn't search for them.

Master Huanglong has given an order that no one is allowed to search for Lin Che, so that he can stay with Li Muwan. As for himself, he wants to go and find Long Panzi.

However, Hongdie stopped him. After all, if Long Panzi knew that Lin Che's cultivation was completely destroyed, he would definitely attack Zhuque Star without any mercy. At that time, there would truly be corpses everywhere and rivers of blood.

Upon hearing this, Master Huanglong had no choice but to find another solution, but if things continued this way, Lin Che's side probably wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

“Master left with his wife… He must have known his days were numbered…” Hongdie said, her lips slightly parted and her eyes reddening. “But… I am also Master’s woman…”

Reggie came over and comforted him, "Master obviously doesn't want you to worry. Over the years, he has always treated you as his woman, but he understands your personality... If he lets you follow him, it might cause unnecessary trouble."

Red Butterfly looked at Reggie in front of her, but in the end she didn't speak. Instead, she quietly gazed at the lush green bamboo forest in front of her, a pang of pain flashing through her heart.

"Master... Red Butterfly will always be waiting for you..." (End of Chapter)