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

Lin Che picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then said, "Your master is now terminally ill, his cultivation is completely gone, and he doesn't have much time left."

Chen Yi knelt on the ground again, tears streaming down his face, and said, "If it weren't for me, my master wouldn't be in this state. Please, senior, save my master. I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life."

"What's your master's name?" Lin Che asked.

"Reporting to senior, my master is Chen Huan, the former young master of the Black Soul Sect. His master is Zhou Yun, the great elder of our Black Soul Sect. I beg you to save my master for the sake of the Black Soul Sect back then."

Upon hearing the words "Curse Cloud," Lin Che's right hand, which had been holding up his teacup, suddenly stopped. He then laughed and said, "It's really interesting. No matter how many years or how many reincarnations, they can still be bound together. Perhaps I finally understand how to break through the realm of the first decay of heaven and man."

Lin Che slowly stood up, shrugged, lifted the other person's body, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

When the two reappeared, they had arrived at an extremely dilapidated sect. Most of the cultivators in the sect were at the Nascent Soul or Core Formation stage, and there were only a few at the Deity Transformation stage.

Upon seeing Chen Yi, the cultivators bowed respectfully and looked towards Lin Che's location, wondering who their young master had summoned.

Chen Yi immediately led Lin Che to a room where an old man with disheveled hair, who was already on his deathbed, was sitting on the bed, looking utterly lifeless.

The old man opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at Lin Che in front of him, and said with a bitter smile: "Looking back on the past, it is like a dream. Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, but now it feels like a different world."

"Junior Chen Huan, Sect Master of the Black Soul Sect, pays respects to Senior Lin Che."

Back then, Chen Huan had already reached the Core Formation stage. After the destruction of the Four Sect Alliance, he chose to leave the Southern Kingdom. Later, after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, he returned to the Southern Kingdom to establish his own sect. However, he has only reached the late Nascent Soul stage now, and his cultivation can no longer advance any further.

"You sent your disciple to summon me today, surely not to save you?"

Chen Huan nodded slightly, coughed twice, and said, "As expected, nothing can be hidden from you, senior. I am already exhausted and my life is nearing its end. Even with your help, it will only be a fleeting moment. I might as well do something useful before I die."

"This junior only wants to understand one thing: Senior once came to my Southern Kingdom and met Master Zhouyun, but why... is Senior unwilling to help the Southern Kingdom?"

"I told the four alliance experts about what happened back then, but they only wanted to protect this place, and in the end they all perished here."

Upon hearing this, a trace of melancholy appeared in Chen Huan's cloudy eyes, and he began to cough violently, each breath accompanied by the sound of broken wind.

"Yes... Back then, Master and the others always said that the Southern Kingdom was their root, and they would protect this small piece of land even if it cost them their lives. But in the end, they couldn't protect it..."

Chen Huan's withered fingers gripped the straw mat beneath him tightly, his knuckles turning white. "I only realized later that some things cannot be preserved by clinging to them, but by then the four-faction alliance had already turned to ashes, leaving not a trace."

As Lin Che looked at Chen Huan, the young master of the Black Soul Sect, the image of Zhou Yun from back then flashed through his mind.

Although he had already reached the peak of cultivation back then, Zhou Yun was a decent cultivator. He was willing to self-destruct for the sake of his country and kill several Nascent Soul stage experts from the Snow Region Kingdom, which showed that his perseverance was extraordinary.

Lin Che stood by the bed, his gaze falling on the faint obsession in Chen Huan, and said calmly, "Whether to uphold or not is a choice. They chose to die for their cause, while you chose to live on and carry on the legacy. There is no right or wrong."

“Just surviving…” Chen Huan laughed self-deprecatingly, the laughter piercing his heart, followed by another heart-wrenching cough. “Senior is right. If it weren’t for Master risking his life to send me out of the encirclement back then, I would have died long ago from the pursuit of the Snow Region Kingdom.” “Over the years, rebuilding the Black Soul Sect and watching my disciples break through their cultivation levels one by one, I always felt that I could live up to Master’s spirit in heaven. But when I’m truly exhausted, I realize that I’m not even a tenth as good as he was back then.”

Chen Yi listened with tears streaming down his face, but dared not interrupt.

He had heard his master recount the horrors of that year since childhood, and knew that the seemingly young senior in front of him was a legendary figure who stirred up the storm on Vermilion Bird Star back then, and was also the only person in his master's heart who could resolve his obsession.

Lin Che raised his hand and placed it on Chen Huan's brow, slowly injecting a gentle stream of spiritual energy.

Chen Huan felt as if his parched meridians were being nourished by a clear spring, and his originally cloudy vision became clearer. He looked at Lin Che in surprise, his lips moved slightly but he couldn't say a word.

“You not only have old wounds accumulating in your body, but also an invisible shackle. This shackle does not come from your cultivation level, but from your obsession with what happened back then.”

Lin Che withdrew his hand, a wisp of gray-black death energy swirling around his fingertips.

"Back then, Zhou Yun used his own blood essence to cast a protective spell for you. Although it saved your life, it also transferred some of his obsessions onto you. Your cultivation has stagnated over the years not because of a lack of talent, but because your mind has been trapped by these dual obsessions."

Chen Huan was startled, and a look of sudden realization appeared in his eyes. He recalled countless nights when he would dream of his master, Zhou Yun, standing in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, beckoning to him. In his dreams, his master would always repeat the same sentence.

"Defend the Black Soul Faction, defend the Southern Kingdom..."

Every time he woke up from a dream, he would be in great distress, and his spiritual energy would become restless, which eventually led to a chronic illness.

"Senior...Junior..."

Chen Huan was so excited that he couldn't speak, and for the first time, his cloudy eyes shone with light.

"It's not hard to untangle this obsession; the difficulty lies in whether you're willing to let go."

Lin Che walked to the window and looked at the dilapidated training ground outside. Several Nascent Soul stage disciples were clumsily practicing the basic techniques of the Black Soul Sect. Every move was awkward, but they were extremely serious.

“Zhouyun’s obsession back then was protection, while your obsession is inheritance. Protection has changed with the times, but inheritance continues in your hands. This is the best consolation for him.”

Chen Huan remained silent for a long time before suddenly coughing violently. This time, he coughed up not only blood but also a cloud of grayish-black mist.

The moment the mist left his body, he felt a sense of lightness, as if a huge stone that had been weighing on his heart for decades had been lifted, and even his breathing became much easier.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior!"

Chen Huan struggled to sit up in bed, bowed deeply to Lin Che, and said obsequiously, "This junior understands! What Master protected back then was never just a piece of land, but the people on this land. Although the Black Soul Sect is weak now, it can still protect the peace of the people in this region, and that is enough." (End of this chapter)