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

The following evening, a torrential downpour began.

In a cave somewhere in the south, Lin Che suddenly spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood. The excruciating pain caused the last of his energy to burst out of his body.

However, no matter how hard they tried, even taking high-grade pills, they still couldn't repair their meridians.

Lin Che spat out another mouthful of hot blood, collapsed heavily to the ground, and revealed a bitter smile: "Am I, Lin Che... really destined to become a cripple for the rest of my life?"

A piercing, bitter laugh echoed throughout the cave, while Li Muwan, standing outside the cave, held an oil-paper umbrella and quietly gazed in the direction of the cave.

With a pained expression, Li Muwan placed the oil-paper umbrella on the ground. Braving the torrential rain, she silently turned and left, leaving only thunder and lightning flashing across the sky.

In the dimly lit cave, Lin Che closed his eyes in despair. Just as he was about to give up completely, the killing intent he had obtained in the Qinglin Immortal Emperor's cave resounded like a surging river.

Lin Che suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the murderous energy in the cave. Only then did he remember the murderous energy left behind by Qiu Yao in the cave.

These killing intents were extremely pure, and since Lin Che didn't have time to absorb them before, they were taken into his system.

Lin Che immediately sat up, his face full of surprise, and said, "That's right, I can use the killing intent I obtained back then to re-condense my energy... As long as I can successfully absorb all the killing intent, it shouldn't be a problem for me to return to my peak condition."

Thinking of this, Lin Che was overjoyed and immediately began to move his fingers rapidly, releasing all the killing intent left behind by Qiu Yao.

Without hesitation, he began to absorb the nutrients frantically. Even as his bones cracked and his meridians tore with pain, Lin Che did not stop absorbing them.

The murderous aura was as dark as ink. The moment it poured out from the system's storage space, the entire cave seemed to be dragged into an eternally cold prison.

The energy that had gathered Qiu Yao's lifelong killing power, carrying an unstoppable force capable of slaying immortals and destroying demons, transformed into countless jet-black threads as soon as it appeared, surging wildly towards Lin Che's body.

"Ugh!"

Lin Che clenched his teeth tightly, the veins on his forehead bulging like dragons. The moment the killing intent entered his body, a pain a hundred times worse than when his meridians ruptured swept through his entire body.

It felt as if countless icy sharp knives were simultaneously tearing apart his flesh and bones.

At this moment, Lin Che could clearly feel the violent energy surging through his body. Wherever it passed, his already withered meridians were torn even more severely, and the pale blue marks instantly turned purplish-black.

But he did not back down in the slightest.

With bloodshot eyes, Lin Che clenched his fists tightly, letting his nails dig deep into his palms, using the pain to maintain his last bit of consciousness.

Lin Che recalled Li Muwan's increasingly gaunt face, her trembling shoulders as she turned away in the rain, and his vow to accompany her to see all the world's sights.

These thoughts burned like an inextinguishable light in the boundless darkness created by the murderous aura.

"Give me... Condensate!"

Lin Che let out a low growl like a wild beast, forcibly urging his remaining divine sense to guide the rampant killing intent towards his dantian.

This was undoubtedly a case of drinking poison to quench thirst. Qiu Yao's killing intent was already extremely corrosive, and now that he had suppressed it in an almost tyrannical way, it began to backfire on his soul.

Countless bloody images exploded in his mind: battlefields with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the mournful cries of broken halberds and shattered swords.

"Get out!" Lin Che roared, biting his tongue until it bled, using his blood essence to temporarily repel the illusions that were interfering with his consciousness.

He also knew in his heart that once his mind was consumed by killing intent, he would only become a puppet who only knew how to kill, which was more terrifying than being a cripple. He couldn't let Wan'er see him like that.

Time becomes viscous in extreme pain.

The torrential rain outside the cave had stopped sometime earlier, and as the sky began to lighten, the murderous aura within Lin Che finally subsided.

The dark energy swirled and condensed in his dantian, gradually transforming into a miniature sword shadow about an inch long. The sword's blade flowed with a cold, icy light, yet strangely, it began to resonate with his aura.

However, at that moment, Lin Che's vision suddenly changed. He was originally in the cave, but now he was surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Countless dead souls climbed around him and ferociously pounced on Lin Che's position.

Lin Che slammed his right foot into the ground. Although he had no energy, he possessed killing intent, instantly shattering the dead souls in front of him.

At the same time, many of the powerful figures he had killed in the past appeared before him. These powerful figures lay on the ground, their families throwing themselves on them, grieving unbearably.

Seeing what was happening before his eyes, Lin Che frowned slightly and subconsciously clenched his fists, not wanting to watch any longer.

"It was you! You killed my father!"

A little girl with her hair in two buns crawled out of the pile of corpses, her small hands, covered in blood, tightly gripping Lin Che's trouser leg, her cries so sharp they seemed to pierce eardrums.

Her eyes held no childlike innocence, only a deep-seated hatred. "My father was just a lowly city guard. He said he'd take me to buy candied hawthorns after the war. Why did you kill him!"

Lin Che froze. The girl's face gradually overlapped with a battlefield in his memory. There was indeed a child of that age who held his father's body and cried until he fainted.

"And my husband!"

A woman dressed in coarse cloth rushed over, her hair disheveled, her nails digging deep into his arm. "You say he practices demonic arts, but he only killed a few people. What makes you think you can sentence him to death with just one sentence? I'm carrying his child. How are we, a widow and orphan, supposed to live?"

The woman's belly was swollen high, and tears mixed with blood slid down from the corners of her eyes. Her desperate gaze was like a red-hot iron, burning fiercely into Lin Che's heart.

"Lin Che! You executioner!"

"My son is a genius cultivator who should have a bright future. You destroyed his dantian just to compete for a spot in the secret realm. Is your heart made of stone?"

"My husband merely said that your cultivation technique was flawed, and you reduced him to ashes! Where is justice?!"

Countless vengeful spirits gathered around. An old man with white hair was pounding his back with a cane, and a woman holding a baby was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. The blood from her forehead stained the ground beneath her feet, and even the cries of the babies were filled with a curse-like resentment.

"Look at them!"

A figure shrouded in black mist slowly emerged, its voice like the simultaneous roar of countless wronged souls.

"These are the wronged souls in your hands. You think you can control power by condensing sword shadows with killing intent? You're wrong. You are part of the killing!"

Lin Che felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, and a feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him.

Looking at the mother weeping while holding her stillborn child, he recalled how he had indeed imprisoned that entire family years ago in order to force out the mastermind behind it all. (End of Chapter)