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

Seizing the opportunity, Li Qianmei opened a gap in the stone cave's barrier, guiding the spiritual rain into a specially made jade basin.

She used her own essence and blood as a guide to refine the spiritual rain into spiritual rain pills. Every day, she would take one pill, crush it, mix it with warm water, and feed it to Lin Che.

Although this pill cannot completely heal the Dao injury, it can enhance Lin Che's own recovery ability, allowing the ancient Dao inheritance within his body to gradually awaken and begin to fight against the dark golden light spots on its own.

Also in that year, Li Qianmei noticed that Lin Che's fingertips would occasionally tremble unconsciously, as if responding to the calls from the outside world.

She tried to whisper in his ear the events of the Cloud Sea Starfield, from their first meeting when she asked him three times "What is Heaven?" to their brief reunion outside the Breaking Heaven Sect. Whenever she spoke of these things, Lin Che's breathing would become slightly rapid, and his eyelashes would tremble gently, as if he could hear her voice.

"Brother Lin, do you still remember when you said that Heaven is your true self?"

One late night, Li Qianmei sat beside Lin Che, her fingertips gently tracing his palm, a barely perceptible hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

"Your true intention now is for Li Muwan, but if you don't wake up, how will you find her?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Che's fingers suddenly curled slightly, as if he were gripping something.

Li Qianmei's heart stirred, and she quickly increased the intensity of the Moonlit Soul Nourishing Technique, causing the pale blue spiritual energy to surge into Lin Che's body.

This time, Li Qianmei clearly felt that the Dao Ancient Power within Lin Che's body resonated slightly with her spiritual power, and the counterattack of those dark golden light spots was also weakened.

In the eighth year, Li Qianmei's long blue hair had quietly turned white, and faint fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Her cultivation level had stagnated at the late stage of Shattered Nirvana due to years of overdrawing her spiritual power, and there were even signs of regression, but she never complained.

Every morning, she would wipe Lin Che's body and comb his hair.

That winter, the Rain Fairy Realm was unusually cold, and a thin layer of frost formed inside the stone cave.

Li Qianmei took off her outer robe and covered Lin Che with it, while she herself wrapped herself in a thin inner garment and continued to circulate her inner energy.

A chill ran through her veins, making her shiver uncontrollably, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered.

It wasn't until the morning light shone through the cracks in the stone cave that Li Qianmei noticed that Lin Che's cheeks had regained some color, and she could even feel the ancient power within him slowly growing stronger, like a dormant seed about to sprout.

One day in the tenth year, Li Qianmei was feeding Lin Che the Spirit Rain Pill as usual. Her fingertips had just touched his lips when he suddenly grabbed them unconsciously.

Although the force was weak, it carried an undeniable determination. Li Qianmei was shocked and looked up to see that Lin Che's body had indeed recovered and that he would be able to wake up completely soon.

As soon as Li Qianmei stood up, she suddenly felt nauseous and immediately ran out of the room, vomiting repeatedly.

The urge to vomit came suddenly and violently. Li Qianmei leaned against the cold rock wall of the cave, bent over and dry heaving violently. Her stomach was churning, but she couldn't vomit anything. Only sour bile burned her throat.

A cold wind blew in through the gap in the barrier, causing her thin inner shirt to cling tightly to her back, making her shiver involuntarily.

Li Qianmei took a while to recover before she straightened up, leaning against the rock wall. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, her face pale to the point of being almost transparent.

This is not the first time such a situation has occurred.

For the past six months, she had often felt inexplicably tired, and her sense of smell had become unusually acute. The scent of spirit stones in the cave, the fragrance of spirit herbs, and even the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from Lin Che would occasionally make her feel nauseous. At first, she thought it was due to years of overdrawing her spiritual energy and damaging her internal organs, but now, with the warmth of Lin Che's touch still lingering on her fingertips, an absurd yet persistent thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Li Qianmei staggered back to the stone cave, her gaze falling on Lin Che's sleeping face, her heart suddenly racing.

She reached out her hand tremblingly, her fingertips hovering above her lower abdomen. After hesitating for a long time, she slowly probed her spiritual energy into her body.

When the spiritual energy touched that faint yet vibrant life force below her dantian, Li Qianmei's body stiffened abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The aura was of the same origin as her spiritual power, yet it carried a strange, ancient sense of vastness—it was a child; she was pregnant with Lin Che's child.

This realization made her weak all over, almost unable to stand.

Li Qianmei slumped onto the soft grass beside Lin Che, her fingertips gently stroking her lower abdomen, her heart churning with complex emotions.

Surprise, fear, confusion, and a touch of indescribable bitterness intertwined, bringing tears to her eyes.

Thinking back on the events of the past ten years, on moonlit nights, I recall the resolute decision I made to channel my spiritual energy into saving Lin Che, and the uncontrollable resonance of spiritual energy when our lips met.

Perhaps it was at that moment that this little life quietly took root inside her.

But Lin Che only has Li Muwan in his heart. What will his reaction be if he wakes up and finds out about the existence of this child?
Should we accept it, or should we let her abort the child?

Li Qianmei dared not think any further. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Regardless, this is her child, the only bond between her and Lin Che, and she will never give up on him.

"I never imagined... that I would be pregnant with his child... It seems this is fate... Brother Che..."

In the days that followed, Li Qianmei took even better care of Lin Che, while also silently protecting the child in her womb.

Li Qianmei no longer ventured deep into the Rain Fairy Realm ruins to search for spiritual herbs. Instead, she carefully categorized the spiritual herbs she had previously stored, selecting those that were mild and non-irritating, and refined them into pills suitable for pregnant women.

Every day when she wiped Lin Che's body and fed him Lingyu Pills, she would subconsciously slow down her movements, afraid of disturbing the little life in her womb.

As the fetus in her womb grew, Li Qianmei's body underwent significant changes.

Her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, her originally slender waist became rounded, and her face became increasingly pale as the fetus absorbed some of the spiritual energy.

In order to provide enough nutrition for her child, she had to reduce the time she spent nurturing Lin Che's Dao foundation and instead focus more on her own cultivation. Even so, her cultivation level was still slowly declining, falling from the late stage of Shattered Nirvana to the middle stage.

The spiritual rain outside the cave fell and stopped, and another year passed in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the year, Lin Che's condition improved. Not only was his breathing steady and strong, but the ancient Dao power surrounding his body also became increasingly dense. Occasionally, he would unconsciously open his eyes. Although he was still not fully awake, one could vaguely see the clarity in his eyes.

Meanwhile, the child in Li Qianmei's womb had taken shape, and would occasionally move gently when she circulated her spiritual energy, as if responding to her call. (End of Chapter)