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

Lin Che watched Li Laosan's retreating figure, picked up the sugar cake from the oil paper package, took a bite, and the sweet taste spread in his mouth.

Just then, Aunt Wang returned with an empty carrying pole and saw him eating sugar cakes. She smiled and said, "I told you Zhang's sugar cakes were delicious, didn't I?"

"Oh, by the way, I just passed by Willow Lane and saw a little girl in a pink dress squatting there playing with a cat. There was no one around, and I wondered whose child it was. Turns out it was Li Laosan's daughter."

Lin Che smiled but didn't say anything more.

He put the remaining sugar cakes back into the oil paper package and was about to close up shop when he saw a familiar figure walking over.

It was none other than Su Wan, the eldest daughter of the Su family.

Today, Su Wan wore a moon-white dress and her hair was tied up with a jade hairpin. She looked less delicate and more elegant than when she was at the Su family mansion last time.

He stopped in front of the fortune-telling stall, his eyes falling on Lin Che's fortune-telling cloth, and said softly, "Mr. Lin, are you here to have your fortune told again?"

"Miss Su."

Lin Che cupped his hands in greeting and smiled, "I haven't completed three divinations yet today, please wait a little longer."

Su Wan sat down on the small stool opposite him, her fingertips lightly brushing the copper coins on the divination cloth, her voice as soft as the wind: "Last time you said that you would take your leave after the divination was completed, but I always felt that you stayed in this county town not just for divination."

Lin Che looked up at her and saw a hint of inquiry in her eyes, but no malice.

After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Everyone has their own reasons for staying in one place. How have you been lately, Miss Su? How are your preparations for the Hengyue Sect's assessment going?"

Mentioning the Hengyue Sect, Su Wan's eyes lit up: "My father is already making preparations; he'll take us to the Hengyue Sect next month. But..."

Su Wan paused, looked at Lin Che, and a barely perceptible emotion flashed in her eyes.

"Since you can foresee the future of the Hengyue Sect, why don't you cultivate immortality? With your abilities, you would surely achieve great things if you did."

Lin Che picked up the rough pottery bowl, took a sip of cool boiled water, and said in a calm tone: "There is a way to cultivate immortality, and there is a way to tell fortunes. I am just fine this way."

Before Su Wan could say anything more, a maid ran up from the alleyway and called out to her, "Miss! Master wants you to go back quickly. He said that people from the Hengyue Sect have arrived and want to explain the rules of the assessment to us!"

Su Wan stood up and curtsied to Lin Che: "Sir, I'll be going now. If there's an opportunity in the future, I'd like to hear you tell my fortune again."

"We'll meet again if we are destined."

Lin Che watched her retreating figure until she disappeared at the alley entrance before turning his gaze away.

After packing up his fortune-telling stall, he picked up his cloth bag and headed home.

People still came and went on the street, the shouts of peddlers, the laughter of women, and the playful sounds of children mingled together, creating a lively atmosphere.

Back home, Lin Che placed the cloth bag on the table, took out the copper coins he had earned that day, counted them, and found that it was just enough to buy two catties of rice and a bunch of green vegetables.

Lin Che walked to the window and looked at the sycamore tree outside. The leaves swayed gently in the wind, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Last night's dream is still lingering in my mind.

In his dream, there were people dressed in ancient costumes fighting, there were misty mountain peaks, and there was a person who looked exactly like him standing on the mountaintop, gazing into the distance.

Those memories were both strange and familiar, like things from a past life, or like they had just happened yesterday. Lin Che rubbed his temples, trying to stop thinking about those elusive dreams.

Lin Che scooped half a ladle of rice from the rice jar, washed it clean, put it in the pot, and then took out the sugar cake that Aunt Wang had given him from the cloth bag and put it on a plate.

The rice in the pot gradually released its aroma, filling the small house with warmth and comfort.

After lunch, Lin Che lay on a recliner, closed his eyes, and listened to the cicadas chirping outside the window.

He knew that when the sun rose tomorrow, he would still set up his fortune-telling stall at the East Gate, meet Aunt Wang, meet the neighbors who came to him for fortune-telling, and see the ordinary life of this county town.

As for matters of cultivation, the Heavenly Dao, and the future, perhaps, as Kong Tianzi said, there is a will of Heaven in the dark. He only needs to guard this small fortune-telling stall and live his life well in the present.

As the sun set, Lin Che got up, ladled out the remaining rice porridge from the pot, and placed it on the stove to keep it warm.

As I walked to the door, I gazed at the distant sunset. The sunset had dyed the sky orange-red, much like the crimson clouds I had seen in the west wing of the Su family's house last time, but with less of an eeriness and more of a gentleness.

"Tomorrow should be a good day."

Lin Che said softly, turned around and went back into the house, closed the door, and the light in the house turned on, reflecting on the window paper, becoming the warmest ray of light in this twilight.

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Over the next few months, Su Wan successfully joined the Hengyue Sect and became an outer disciple, thus officially entering the ranks of cultivators.

As for Lin Che within the Zhao Kingdom, he continued to perform divination according to his daily life, and he had no interest in cultivating immortality.

Just as Lin Che was about to rest his head on the table, Su Wan, dressed in the clothes of a Hengyue Sect disciple, arrived and extended an invitation with a smile.

"Mr. Lin, I am now a disciple of the Hengyue Sect, and I have already reached the first level of Qi Refining. I have also become the sect leader's personal disciple. Would you be interested in attending my banquet?"

Lin Che looked at Su Wan in front of him and smiled, "Congratulations! From now on, you will be a revered immortal."

Su Wan reached out her slender hand to tidy her hair behind her ear and said softly, "I don't really care about the immortal. As for freedom, I prefer to stay here."

Cultivation is often a solitary pursuit. Even after only a few months of cultivation, Su Wan could still feel the cruelty and indifference of the cultivation world.

Even her master had told her that in the cultivation world, one should not trust anyone, not even one's closest relatives, friends, or brothers, and that one should be wary of the other party attacking one from behind for petty gains.

The carnage in the cultivation world is far beyond what ordinary people can experience. Furthermore, with the passage of time, cultivation will be the only thing that will accompany one in the future.

Lin Che shrugged, glanced at his stall, and said with a smile, "Sure, since it's Miss Su's invitation, how can I refuse?"

Upon hearing Lin Che's agreement, Su Wan smiled and immediately grabbed Lin Che's hand, running towards the Su family mansion.

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The Su family mansion was exceptionally lively today. Many noble families came to celebrate after learning that Su Wan, the disciple of the Hengyue Sect's leader, Tiankongzi, had returned, which was enough to show how high the status of immortals was.

Grandpa Su was all smiles, excitedly chatting with everyone. It was clear that he felt an unprecedented sense of pride in having a fairy's daughter.

"Everyone, please enjoy yourselves tonight! I'll stay here and drink with you until we're all drunk!" (End of Chapter)