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

Lin Che silently closed his eyes, his slender fingers gently resting on the edge of the stone table, his knuckles turning a pale white from the slight pressure.

The wind outside the pavilion seemed to understand the tranquility here, and quietly slowed its pace, leaving only the sound of the Huai River flowing gently, accompanied by the occasional soft ringing of the copper bells on the eaves, spreading across the back mountain as dusk deepened.

Half an incense stick's time may not seem long, but it was enough for the aroma of tea in the pavilion to completely dissipate, and also enough for Li Qianmei's quest to deepen.

Li Qianmei sat quietly on the stone bench, her beautiful face appearing even softer in the dimming light. Her gaze fell on Lin Che's calm profile, without any hint of urging.

Since entering the world of cultivation, she has heard countless pronouncements about the Dao. Her master from the Potian Sect said, "The Dao is a sword that cuts through all thorns."

The elders of the Purple Dao Sect said that the power to control all things is the power, but Lin Che's silence at this moment gave her a premonition that the answer was near.

Finally, Lin Che slowly opened his eyes.

Lin Che's eyes shone brightly in the twilight, as if they held the stars yet to rise in the night sky. When he looked at Li Qianmei, his calm voice carried a profound weight accumulated over the years:
"What you are asking about is not Heaven, but the Dao."

Upon hearing this, Li Qianmei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a moment of silence, she slowly nodded.

She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear, her fingertips brushing against the jade pendant beside her ear, the sound as soft as dewdrops falling on bamboo leaves.

"Senior has insightful eyes. Since breaking through to the Pure Nirvana Realm a hundred years ago, Qianmei has often been confused. Since she knows that Heaven is the Dao that coexists with all living beings, where should the Dao that cultivators pursue throughout their lives be placed?"

"I've been thinking about this question too."

Lin Che raised his hand, his fingertips brushing the rim of the empty teacup, leaving a faint mark of spiritual energy. "Back then, I once encountered a dying ancient cultivator in the Fallen Immortal Abyss. He condensed his life's insights into a jade slip and gifted it to me."

“At that time I thought I had found the answer to the Tao, but now I realize that the answer was not complete.”

"What was the answer you received before, senior? Could you please tell me?"

Li Qianmei's gaze grew increasingly serene, clear and without the slightest impurity, much like the Huai River reflecting the sunlight outside the pavilion.

Li Qianmei leaned forward slightly, her tone filled with a sincere plea, without the slightest hint of the distance between cultivators.

Looking at the sincerity in her eyes, Lin Che pondered for a moment and slowly said, "I am the fish, the Dao is the net, the river is the sky, and the fisherman who scoops up the net is the one who holds the power of destiny."

The moment the words were spoken, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept through the pavilion, rustling the bamboo leaves as if echoing this somewhat somber statement.

Li Qianmei frowned, her fair hand gently pressing against her brow, her fingertips unconsciously stroking it, and she whispered, "Master once said something similar."

"In his early years, he traveled all over the four immortal realms. After returning, he told us that humans are like ants, the Dao is like a mountain, and the will is like the sky. If the sky is angry, the Dao will follow the sky. If the ants are angry, they will have the power to move mountains."

As Li Qianmei spoke, she glanced down at the cool bluestone floor inside the pavilion and took out a piece of plain white brocade from her storage ring.

The brocade was embroidered with intricate cloud patterns and was a common seat for disciples of the Potian Sect. She gently spread the brocade on the ground next to the stone table.

Her movements were as gentle as if she were handling a fragile treasure. Then she sat cross-legged, her skirt draped over the brocade, outlining an elegant curve.

"But as her cultivation deepened, Qianmei felt more and more that the Dao should not be like this."

When Li Qianmei looked up, the confusion in her eyes had disappeared, replaced by a deeper understanding of her own.

"The Way is neither a net nor a mountain, but a way of thinking." Upon hearing this, Lin Che's eyes flashed with surprise, followed by a thoughtful expression.

His fingers tapped lightly on the stone table, the rhythm gradually blending with the sound of flowing water outside the pavilion. After a moment, a bright light appeared in his eyes, like stars emerging after the dark clouds had dispersed.

"Thoughts? Your words remind me of an ancient book I read in the mortal realm years ago. It said that what distinguishes humans from beasts is the ability to think. If you mean thoughts, then that makes sense."

"This idea varies from person to person. Some people are trapped by fate and see it as a net. Some people respect the rules and see it as a mountain. And some people want to break free from all constraints and see it as a sword."

"The senior's words were quite peculiar, yet they contained a certain truth to them."

Li Qianmei thought for a moment, then suddenly chuckled softly.

Her smile was especially captivating in the darkening sky, like moonlight breaking through the clouds, instantly dispelling the tranquility of the pavilion.

"Qianmei once met a painter who said that his philosophy was in the ink and brush. When he picked up the brush, mountains and rivers appeared in the painting. When he put down the brush, all things came to life."

"At that time, I did not understand why a painting could be called the Dao. Now, after listening to the senior's explanation, I understand that his Dao is the idea of ​​observing the heavens through painting."

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Cultivation Alliance Starfield, Vermilion Bird Star.

A blood-red sky enveloped the entire star field. The demon god Tuosen, dressed in a blood-red robe, leaned back in his chair, forcefully crushing the head of a cultivator, and coldly staring at the scene before him.

Still haven't found it?

The man kneeling on the ground was drenched in sweat and hurriedly replied, "We have already sent people to search, but there is no news of Lin Che... He may have already left the Cultivation Alliance Starfield."

Tuosen slowly stood up, and the energy around him spread outwards like a raging torrent, instantly transforming the void on both sides.

"Damn it... this guy really took me a long time to find."

Tuo Sen gripped the Star-Destroying Spear tightly and said calmly, "Lin Che, don't be impatient. Even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will definitely bring you to justice and make you pay a heavy price for your actions!"

The cultivator kneeling on the ground wiped the sweat from his cheeks and asked cautiously, "Master, where do we go next? Should we just destroy the Cultivation Alliance?"

Tuosen did not speak.

With his strength, destroying the Cultivation Alliance would be an easy task. In fact, even the so-called Long Panzi would be as fragile as an ant in front of him with a wave of his hand.

"No rush. The mere Cultivation Alliance is not worthy of my personal attention. Go and inform those guys, Long Panzi, to come to Vermilion Bird Star and surrender immediately. Otherwise, I will make sure that all the cultivators in their entire star field are annihilated."

"As ordered!"

Tuo Sen stared at the Vermilion Bird Star in front of him, his eyes revealing a strong killing intent, and his aura was as continuous as a surging river.

"Lin Che, you little brat, I, Tuo Sen, swear that from the highest heavens to the deepest hells, I will tear you to pieces and refine your soul for millions of years, so that you may never live again, never die!!!" (End of Chapter)