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

Li Qianmei stepped over and looked at Lin Che in front of her, her beautiful face showing a hint of doubt.

"Qianmei is a little curious. Senior's cultivation is only at the Four Decays of Heaven and Man realm. Why would it attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao? Could it be that Senior is not a strong person from the Four Immortal Realms?"

Lin Che put one hand behind his back, looked at Li Qianmei in front of him, and nodded, saying, "I am just an unknown person, not what you imagine."

"Since Senior doesn't want to talk about it, Qianmei will not ask any further. But Senior is curious, with such extraordinary abilities, why would you stay in an ordinary sect like Guiyuan Sect?"

For the Potian Sect, the Guiyuan Sect was still too weak. The strongest cultivator in the entire sect was only a Jingni cultivator, and even the Zidao Sect could annihilate it.

Therefore, with Lin Che's cultivation at the Celestial Realm level, he could have gone to other star regions instead of coming to the Guiyuan Sect.

Lin Che shrugged and replied calmly, "Perhaps it's fate."

Upon hearing Lin Che's explanation, Li Qianmei simply smiled calmly, then raised her slender hand slightly, gesturing for him to speak, and said, "Senior, may I have a chat with Qianmei?"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Li Qianmei did not hide anything and planned to get straight to the point, asking her own guesses and questions, and also to resolve all the questions from the past century.

Lin Che glanced at Li Qianmei, seemingly knowing what she wanted to ask, and then replied with a normal expression, "In that case, come with me."

"Thank you, senior."

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Behind Guiyuanzong, the bamboo pavilion by the Huai River is full of life.

All around are thousands of lush bamboo stalks, their new shoots a vibrant green, rustling softly in the wind as it passes through the leaves.

The bluestone path underfoot is covered with a thin layer of moss, and the stream beside it murmurs. The clear Huai River flows around the pavilion, reflecting the sunlight and scattering it like stars in the stream.

The pavilion is built of ancient wood, with a few strands of green vines climbing on the dark tiles. The copper bells hanging from the eaves flutter in the wind, making a crisp sound like jade striking each other.

The stone tables and benches inside the pavilion have a warm, smooth patina. A half-eaten cup of tea leans against the corner of a table, and the rising steam makes the vitality and tranquility of the pavilion even more enduring.

Li Qianmei sat upright in the chair, personally poured Lin Che a cup of tea, sipped her thin lips, and said, "Senior, Qianmei has three questions in her heart. I wonder if you could answer them for me?"

This was also what Li Qianmei most wanted to know, since she hadn't made any breakthroughs in her cultivation for a hundred years because of this.

It is not hard to see from this that if a cultivator is preoccupied with something and fails to complete it, it may damage their Dao heart and ultimately stop their progress.

If you want to break through your cultivation level, the best way is to resolve the doubts in your heart. Only in this way can you truly reach a level that is beyond human comprehension.

This is also the main reason why Li Qianmei came here to ask Lin Che what the sky is.

Lin Che took a sip of tea, looked at Li Qianmei, and nodded, saying, "Speak."

Li Qianmei adjusted her breathing, slightly raised her head, looked at Lin Che in front of her, and asked, "Qianmei's first question is, what is Heaven?"

Lin Che lightly tapped the stone table with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over the swaying bamboo shadows outside the pavilion before returning to the tea leaves floating in his cup, his voice as faint as the mountain mist.

"Is the sky in your eyes the dome that covers the immortal realm, the law that brings down tribulations, and the yardstick that divides realms?"

Li Qianmei was slightly taken aback, then nodded subconsciously: "When cultivators go against the heavens, they are fighting against the rules of heaven and earth, so naturally they regard the laws as heaven."

“But even laws can crumble, and the dome can have gaps.” Lin Che raised his hand, and a wisp of light condensed at his fingertips. Within the light, the swirling starry river and the phantom of the birth and death of the Immortal Realm were reflected.

“A hundred years ago, I saw a star perish. It had followed the celestial path for ten thousand years, but in the end, it collapsed because it had exhausted its spiritual power. Tell me, could it have been protected that day?”

The illusory image faded, and the tea in the cup rippled slightly.

Li Qianmei lowered her eyes in thought, her beautiful face losing some of its doubt and gaining a hint of bewilderment: "Senior, are you saying that the heavens are not unshakeable?"

"Heaven is not a single thing, nor is it the Great Dao."

Lin Che picked up his teacup, the steam blurring the expression in his eyes.

"It is the thought of billions of living beings, the path of countless cultivators, and every moment when you and I sit here, with the wind blowing through the bamboo and the tea warming the pavilion."

"Instead of asking what the heaven is, you should first ask what the heaven in your heart wants to protect and what it wants to fight for."

Li Qianmei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the teacup. The sound of bamboo outside the pavilion seemed to slow down a bit at this moment.

When she slowly raised her eyes, the previous confusion was gone, replaced by a bright look of seeking.

"Senior, are you saying that Heaven is not high up, but between oneself and all things? If that's the case, why do cultivators still have to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation when breaking through realms? Isn't that tribulation a punishment from Heaven?"

Lin Che put down his teacup and looked at the Huai River flowing outside the pavilion, where the water splashed up tiny droplets as it hit the bluestone.

"Lightning tribulation is never a punishment."

At this moment, Lin Che's voice was calm, yet it carried a penetrating power: "Just like fledglings learning to fly have to fall, and seedlings breaking through the soil to be reborn."

Lin Che put down his teacup and looked at the Huai River flowing outside the pavilion, where the water splashed up tiny droplets as it hit the bluestone.

"Lightning tribulation is never a punishment."

At this moment, Lin Che's voice was calm, yet it carried a power that penetrated people's hearts.

"Just as fledglings must fall when learning to fly, and seedlings must push through rocks to break through the soil, the tribulation of lightning is a touchstone given to cultivators by the Heavenly Dao to test whether your Dao heart is firm, whether your spiritual power is pure, and whether you can find a way out in desperate situations."

Lin Che raised his hand and gestured, a wisp of breeze swept past the bamboo tips outside the pavilion, bringing down a tender green bamboo leaf that had just sprouted. The leaf twirled and fell, landing lightly on the stone table in front of Li Qianmei.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the pavilion roof, casting fine veins on the leaves, much like the spiritual veins flowing within a cultivator's body.

“Look at this bamboo leaf. It sprouts in spring, grows in summer, withers in autumn, and falls in winter. It seems to follow the natural order of things perfectly. But when it sprouts, it has to break free from the bamboo sheath. When it grows, it has to desperately absorb the morning dew and sunlight.”

"Even when it withers, it will turn into nutrients and seep into the soil to nourish the new bamboo shoots of the following year. It never passively accepts the arrangement of nature, but strives to live out its true nature within the laws of nature. This is the true dividing line between following nature and going against nature."

Lin Che's fingertip gently touched the bamboo leaf on the stone table, and the leaf trembled slightly, as if it had been infused with a faint vitality.

"Cultivators often talk about defying fate and changing destiny, but they often misunderstand the meaning of 'defying'."

"True defiance is never about going against the laws of heaven and earth, but about not letting those laws imprison your true self. Like that rogue cultivator I met a hundred years ago; he was an orphan from the mortal realm, with mediocre talent, yet he insisted on embarking on the path of immortality." (End of Chapter)