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

Li Qianmei left Guiyuan Sect, and Lin Che was once again alone. Gazing at the azure sky, he remained motionless, his mind as still as water, extremely calm and composed.

After arriving in this world, he joined the Hengyue Sect and became a disciple of Huanglong Zhenren. In his subsequent cultivation, he mistakenly entered the Ancient God Land and became the current God of Slaughter.

Then she met Li Muwan. They became Daoist partners and she took on disciples Hongdie and Zhou Ruer.

He slew all sorts of powerful figures and became famous throughout the world.

Now, after a thousand years of cultivation, his own cultivation has reached a state of true perfection, breaking through the realm of celestial beings and becoming a great power in the world.

But in the end, Lin Che discovered that his life was not as pleasant as he had imagined. Instead, it was as if he was shackled and was developing step by step in a normal order.

Just as Lin Che was filled with emotion, Lü Yanfei's appearance interrupted his thoughts that had lasted for years...

"Senior, you've been sitting here for ten days now. What happened?"

Lin Che slowly turned around, looked at Lü Yanfei beside him, and nodded, saying, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things."

The celadon teacup that Lü Yanfei was holding was still steaming. When she saw Lin Che turn around, she handed the teacup to the center of the stone table. Her fingertips accidentally touched the tabletop, and she could still feel the residual warmth left by the sun.

"This is freshly picked cloud and mist tea from the back mountain. It was brewed with morning dew for half an hour. Would you like to try it, senior?"

Lu Yanfei spoke with a hint of caution, her gaze falling on the few barely noticeable strands of silver hair at Lin Che's temples.

Everyone said he had reached the realm of the celestial being, but in these ten days, she always felt that the figure of this great being was more lonely than the lone pine tree on the mountaintop.

Lin Che raised his hand and picked up the teacup. The lid of the teacup lightly scraped the rim of the cup, creating a ripple of light green.

The tea was not as mellow as he had imagined; instead, it had a slightly bitter taste, like the wild tea that Master Huanglong brewed in a rough earthenware bowl when he first joined the Hengyue Sect.

"tasty."

Lin Che nodded slightly.

Her gaze drifted to the bamboo forest not far away. The rustling sound of the wind through the bamboo leaves was exactly the same as the sound of the sword tassel sweeping through the bamboo forest when Hongdie first learned to wield the sword a thousand years ago.

"If you don't mind, senior, I will come to brew tea every day from now on."

Seeing that his expression had softened, Lü Yanfei became bolder and picked up a pine cone from the stone table with her fingertips.

"The pine cones on the back hill are ripe. Yesterday I saw several squirrels hoarding food under the trees. Would you like to go and take a look, senior?"

Lu Yanfei knew that Lin Che was used to seeing strange phenomena in the world, but she always felt that these ordinary plants and trees might be able to ease his tense brows.

Lin Che followed her gaze and saw several gray squirrels leaping among the branches, carrying pine cones. Occasionally, a pine cone would roll off the tree and land softly on the pile of fallen leaves.

Suddenly, I remembered when I took Hongdie as my apprentice, the little girl was just like that. She always loved chasing after squirrels in the forest and said she would tame them into her mounts.

In those days, there were no insurmountable enemies, no pressure to break through to the next realm, and even the wind during breaks in cultivation carried a touch of languor.

"No need."

Lin Che withdrew his gaze, the teacup in his fingers had gone mostly cold, and said indifferently, "If you have nothing else to do, go and tend to the herb garden in the front yard. I saw yesterday that the leaves of some of the spiritual herbs were turning yellow."

He deliberately changed the subject, but failed to notice the fleeting disappointment in Lü Yanfei's eyes.

Lu Yanfei simply wanted this senior, who had been alone for a thousand years, to experience more of the joys and sorrows of life.

Lu Yanfei stood up in response, but as she turned around, she suddenly remembered something, took out a small wooden squirrel from her sleeve, and gently placed it on the stone table.

"I carved this yesterday when I had nothing else to do. If you don't like it, you can just throw it away." After saying that, Lü Yanfei left quickly, afraid that Lin Che would refuse, and even her back view showed a bit of haste.

Lin Che gazed at the wooden carving on the stone table. The squirrel's eyes were coated with hematite powder, gleaming faintly in the sunlight. It held a small pine cone in its paws. The carving was not exquisite, but it revealed a clumsy sincerity.

As my fingertips gently traced the grain of the wood carving, I suddenly felt that the slightly cool afternoon wasn't so unbearable after all.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest again, bringing a refreshing scent of grass and trees. Lin Che put the wooden carving into his sleeve and picked up his teacup again.

This time, Lin didn't stare blankly at the sky anymore. Instead, he looked at the busy figures in the herb garden not far away, at the squirrels leaping among the branches, and at the dappled sunlight filtering through the bamboo leaves.

Perhaps the loneliness of a thousand years cannot be easily dispelled, but this moment of ordinariness is enough to relax his tense heartstrings a little.

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The next morning, the golden rooster crows.

Within the small world enveloped by immortal energy, Li Muwan and Immortal Lord Qing Shuang were enjoying tea. Upon seeing her husband appear, a gentle smile appeared on Li Muwan's face.

Li Muwan stepped over, looked at her husband, and said softly, "Husband, it has been many years since you came to the Small World."

Time in the small world is completely different from that in the outside world. Therefore, one year in the outside world is equivalent to several years in the small world. This is why Li Muwan's handsome face showed no signs of longing when she saw Lin Che.

Lin Che said softly, "I've been thinking about how to break through to the Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man lately. It's still too difficult to break through to the third step."

Upon hearing this, Li Muwan gently placed her slender hand on the back of Lin Che's hand, the warmth of her palm seeping through the fabric, bringing a comforting comfort.

She didn't rush to speak, but instead poured a fresh cup of warm tea from the table and handed it to him.

"My husband's cultivation is already unparalleled in the world. The Five Signs of Decay of Heaven and Man is an insurmountable obstacle since ancient times. Even the ancient gods had to exhaust their minds to figure it out. Why rush it?"

Immortal Lord Qing Shuang nodded in agreement, his fingertips tracing the subtle patterns on the rim of the teacup.

"Brother Lin, you have been working day and night to break through these years, and you have almost forgotten the dawn and dusk of the small world."

"Wanmei stays here every day, hoping you can come and rest, not to hear you talk about these troubles."

Qing Shuang Xianjun was cheerful and easygoing. He spoke with a touch of humor, but his eyes were full of understanding.

Everyone knows that Lin Che carries on his shoulders not only his own path, but also the entrustment of his past friends.

Looking into the tenderness in Li Muwan's eyes, Lin Che felt a strange easing of the anxiety he had felt due to his stagnant cultivation level.

He took the teacup, and the warm tea slid down his throat, carrying a familiar sweetness—the taste of the osmanthus honey tea that Li Muwan had personally brewed for him when they were in the Hengyue Sect.

"I was negligent."

Lin Che sighed softly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup.

"I was always thinking about making a breakthrough as soon as possible so that I could protect more people and keep them safe, but I forgot that the people around me were also worried about me."

"My husband has always been like this."

Li Muwan smiled and reached out to straighten the slightly messy wrinkles on his collar.

"Back then, when you stood up to the Cultivation Alliance to protect me and Hongdie, weren't you just as stubborn? But the path of cultivation requires a balance of tension and relaxation. If you are always tense, you are more likely to go astray and become possessed by evil spirits."

"The weather is lovely today, why don't we take a stroll along the shores of Qingshan Lake?" (End of Chapter)