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

Li Qianmei's fingertips trembled slightly as she unbuttoned the last layer of clothing.

The moonlight flowed over her fair skin, as if draping her perfect body in a sacred veil.

Li Qianmei leaned down, her icy fingers touching Lin Che's burning chest, the intense heat making her tremble slightly.

Li Qianmei activated the unique cultivation method inherited from her father, Daoist Lan Meng. A cool yet powerful spiritual energy rose from her dantian and flowed throughout her body along a mysterious path.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, and then she leaned down and pressed her cool lips to Lin Che's chapped lips.

At the slightest touch, a strange change occurred!

The immortal power within Lin Che's body, which had been dormant for a long time and was almost exhausted, seemed to be a desert traveler who had smelled sweet rain. It started to circulate wildly on its own, generating a powerful suction force.

Li Qianmei groaned, feeling the power of her primordial energy, which she had cultivated for many years, flowing uncontrollably into Lin Che's body like a floodgate being opened.

What alarmed her even more was that tiny, barely perceptible dark golden specks began to appear on the hideous wounds on Lin Che's body.

These tiny specks of light, though barely visible, carried an ancient and decaying aura that sent shivers down her spine, clashing and entangled fiercely with the fresh spiritual energy she had channeled into them.

"This is... a backlash from a Dao injury?"

Li Qianmei was horrified. She hadn't expected that Lin Che's injury was not simply due to the exhaustion of his power, but rather that his origin had been eroded by some kind of Great Dao power.

Instead of healing her wounds, her spiritual power seemed to have backfired, provoking a counterattack from the dark golden light.

However, once the arrow is released, there's no turning back.

Li Qianmei gritted her teeth, enduring the weakness caused by the loss of her source and the soul-piercing pain from the backlash of the Great Dao's power. She desperately urged her mental cultivation technique, sacrificing herself without reservation.

The blue in her hair began to fade at a visible speed, turning into snow white strand by strand, and a few tired wrinkles quietly crept onto her beautiful face.

“Fellow Daoist Lin Che, you helped me back then… Qianmei cannot abandon you, and in Qianmei’s heart…”

As Lin Che's face gradually regained its color, Li Qianmei gently bit her lip, feeling the faint life force emanating from his body, while her eyes revealed an unwavering determination.

Just as Li Qianmei felt she was about to run out of energy and her consciousness was beginning to fade, a brilliant purple-gold light suddenly shone from between Lin Che's eyebrows!
The light was not intense, but it carried an unparalleled majesty that seemed to rule the world and suppress all ages.

The purple-gold light slowly spread, and wherever it passed, the rampant dark gold spots melted away like ice and snow, quickly receding and disappearing.

At the same time, a pure, warm power containing indescribable vitality flowed from the depths of Lin Che's dantian, slowly flowing into Li Qianmei's nearly dried-up meridians along their connected lips.

This power was gentle yet strong, not only stabilizing her cultivation which was on the verge of collapse, but also stopping the frost from forming on her faded hair and gradually smoothing out the wrinkles on her face.

Lin Che's tightly closed eyelashes trembled violently, as if struggling on the edge of waking and dreaming. His lips moved slightly, uttering an extremely faint but crystal-clear murmur:
"Wan'er..."

The sound of "Wan'er" reached Li Qianmei's ears like a fine needle gently piercing the defenses she had built in her heart. A touch of bitterness quietly spread, but she quickly suppressed it into her heart.

Li Qianmei knew that Lin Che's obsession had never faded; the name Li Muwan remained his constant concern, transcending life and death. But this was not the time for sentimental attachments. Although Lin Che showed signs of awakening, the entanglement between his internal injuries and the power of the outer realm's origin was far from over.

The purple-gold radiance just now was merely the instinctive protection of the Dao Ancient inheritance. If it is not continuously nurtured, he may fall into a deep coma again at any time, or even have his Dao foundation collapse.

Li Qianmei slowly moved her lips away, her fingertips gently brushing against Lin Che's still burning cheeks. The earlier excitement faded from her eyes, leaving only a calm determination.

She channeled her remaining spiritual energy and with a wave of her hand, gathered her scattered clothes back onto herself. Although her face was pale, her posture remained upright.

Then, Li Qianmei took out a bright white jade hairpin from her storage ring, tied up her disheveled blue hair to reveal her smooth forehead, and raised her hand to set up an even stronger isolation barrier.

This barrier not only shields us from outside prying eyes, but also gathers the remaining moonlight and spiritual energy of the Rain Fairy Realm, laying the foundation for the long-term protection ahead.

Li Qianmei gently picked up Lin Che, her movements as tender as if she were handling a fragile treasure, and found a relatively dry stone cave.

The cave was filled with the faint scent of spiritual herbs, likely traces left behind by cultivators from the Rain Immortal Realm who refined elixirs in the past.

Li Qianmei laid Lin Cheping on the soft grass she had laid out, and then took out several high-grade spirit stones, arranging them around the stone cave in the shape of the Big Dipper. The spirit stones shimmered with light, slowly releasing pure spiritual energy that surrounded Lin Cheping.

After doing all this, Li Qianmei sat cross-legged beside Lin Che and began to circulate the "Moonlight Soul Nourishing Technique" inherited from Daoist Lanmeng.

Li Qianmei closed her eyes, and a pale blue crescent moon mark appeared between her brows. The moonlight outside the stone cave seemed to be summoned, turning into strands of silver through the gaps in the barrier and flowing into Lin Che's body along her fingertips.

This cultivation method was originally created by Daoist Lanmeng to nourish the soul. Now, Li Qianmei is using it to nourish Lin Che's damaged Dao foundation. Although the effect is halved, it is still the best method she can think of.

For the first three years, Lin Che remained in a deep coma, occasionally experiencing convulsions due to the backlash from the internal injuries, his face turning as red as blood.

At such times, Li Qianmei would transform her spiritual power into a cool stream, gently washing away the dark golden light spots within his body.

But those Dao injuries seemed to have a life of their own. As soon as they were suppressed, they would come back with a vengeance. They would even backfire on Li Qianmei through the spiritual energy, causing her to cough up blood frequently and her face to become increasingly pale.

In order to find a spiritual medicine that could heal her Dao injury, Li Qianmei had to temporarily leave the stone cave and venture deep into the ruins of the Rain Immortal Realm.

Not only does it retain the ferocious aura left over from the destruction of that time, but it is also inhabited by ferocious beasts nourished by resentment.

Upon her return, disregarding her own injuries, she immediately checked on Lin Che's condition. Seeing that he was only breathing slightly rapidly and was otherwise unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Qianmei refined the Mind-Concentrating Grass into a dark green liquid, which she then carefully fed to Lin Che using her own mouth.

As the medicine entered his throat, Lin Che's brows relaxed slightly, and the spiritual energy surrounding him became more stable. Li Qianmei looked at these subtle changes, and a faint smile finally appeared on her pale face.

Then, she used her dual cultivation ability to continuously help Lin Che recover from his injuries.

In the fifth year, the Rain Immortal Realm welcomed a rare spiritual rain. As the rain fell, the concentration of spiritual energy in the world surged, and a sweet fragrance filled the air. (End of Chapter)