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

Lin Che sat down as instructed. When his fingertips touched the stone table, he felt a warm, cool sensation on the surface, like jade that had been moistened by raindrops.

Gazing at the rising steam from the cup, Lin Che carefully considered his words before speaking:
"To be honest, I woke up here without any reason and have no memory of the past ten years. I came here for two reasons: first, to confirm my situation with Brother Qinglin, and second, to ask... if there has been anything unusual in this Rain Immortal Realm lately?"

Qinglin picked up his teacup and took a sip, a glimmer of light appearing in his glassy eyes: "During the years you were unconscious, someone was protecting you in the shadows. The array outside that stone cave was also casually set up by someone, capable of blocking the prying eyes of cultivators below the Void Profound level."

"As for anything unusual, there isn't anything unusual, except that the rain and fog in the mountains have been thicker than usual lately, which is probably due to the season."

After saying that, Immortal Emperor Qinglin raised his hand and beckoned to the outside of the hall. A paulownia leaf covered with morning dew slowly floated into the hall and landed in front of Lin Che.

"These leaves are from the back mountain. If you have nothing to do, you can go for a walk. There is a spring there. Soaking the leaves in the spring water and drinking the infusion can calm the mind. It's milder than the pills in your storage bag."

Lin Che looked at the emerald green leaf, and gently touched the dew on its surface with his fingertips. He felt a refreshing sensation flow into his body through his fingertips.

Under the surging energy, his injuries recovered considerably, and he couldn't help but marvel at how terrifying Qinglin Immortal Emperor's strength was.

Lin Che looked up at Qing Lin and saw that the other was staring blankly at the rain and mist outside the hall. His expression had lost some of the majesty of an Immortal Emperor and gained more of the leisure of an ordinary cultivator.

"Thank you very much, Brother Qinglin."

Qinglin Immortal Emperor waved his hand dismissively, as if this was something he was already very accustomed to.

Lin Che sat down, took a sip of tea, nodded, and said, "Immortal Lord Qing Shuang is still waiting for you in the Vermilion Bird Kingdom. Has Senior forgotten his daughter?"

Qinglin Immortal Emperor stopped what he was doing, a barely perceptible look of solemnity flashing in his eyes. He then said bitterly, "I have always felt guilty towards her for what happened back then. The Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed, yet I still exist, while she perished..."

"If it weren't for your help, Fellow Daoist, Qing Shuang would probably have been annihilated long ago, never to be reborn."

Lin Che paused in his teacup, looking at the guilt welling up in Qing Lin's eyes, and said softly, "Brother Qing Lin, there's no need for this. I was just there by chance back then. Besides, Immortal Lord Qing Shuang is resilient and was able to hold on until the day of our reunion, which was mostly due to her own efforts."

Qinglin shook his head silently, his fingertips gently stroking the rim of the cup, his glassy eyes reflecting the tea swirling inside.

"That's true, but as her father, I couldn't even protect her when she needed me most. Now that she's safe and sound in the Vermilion Bird Kingdom, I don't dare to go see her easily. I'm afraid she'll resent me, and I'm also afraid that when I face her, I won't even be able to say an apology."

The rain and mist outside the palace had thickened at some point, and fine raindrops pattered on the eaves, making a soft, pattering sound.

Lin Che gazed at Qing Lin's forlorn profile and suddenly remembered the unfamiliar jade pendant in the cave. His heart stirred slightly, but he didn't ask any questions. He simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Sometimes, a meeting doesn't necessarily require thorough preparation. Perhaps Immortal Lord Qing Shuang just wanted to see if you are doing well."

Upon hearing this, a hint of emotion flashed in Qinglin's eyes. He looked up at the outside of the hall, where he could vaguely see the outline of the back mountain through the rain and mist.

After a moment, Qinglin Immortal Emperor sighed softly, but a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Perhaps you are right. In a few days, I will make a trip to the Vermilion Bird Kingdom."

Qinglin Immortal Emperor raised his hand and beckoned to the stone table, and a plate of crystal-clear fruits appeared out of thin air. "These are precious spiritual fruits from the Rain Immortal Realm, which can help you restore your cultivation."

"Thank you." Lin Che nodded, put away the fruit in front of him, and looked up to ask, "Brother Qinglin, during all these years I've been unconscious, have you discovered who saved me?"

Qinglin Immortal Emperor shook his head and replied, "I don't know either. When you came here, you were enveloped by your own fortune. Unless you go there in person, it is impossible to investigate."

"The person who can set up this formation must have reached the Void Tribulation Realm. Even I cannot detect even a fraction of it."

Lin Che ran his fingertips along the edge of the storage bag, and when he heard the words "Void Tribulation Realm," his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Void Tribulation cultivators are legendary figures in the cultivation world today. To be able to silently set up an array that even Qing Lin cannot detect, and to be willing to expend his luck to protect him for ten years, this person's actions are far too secretive.

"The Void Tribulation Realm..."

Lin Che repeated in a low voice, his gaze falling on the raindrops falling outside the hall, a barely perceptible look of solemnity flashing in his eyes.

"Have you found even the slightest clue? Such as the aura of an array, or traces left by the person protecting me?"

Qinglin put down his teacup, tapped his fingertips lightly on the stone table, and a thoughtful light appeared in his glassy eyes.

“There is one clue. Last spring, when I passed by the stone cave where you were unconscious, I smelled a very faint fragrance, like the scent of some kind of spiritual plant in bloom. It was very elegant and unlike anything that originally existed in the Rain Fairy Realm.”

Qinglin Immortal Emperor paused for a moment, then added, "The fragrance only lingered for a moment before dissipating. I followed the scent, but all I found was a blue petal blown down by the wind halfway up the mountain. It was the same kind as the ones scattered in your stone cave."

Lin Che's heart stirred, and he subconsciously reached for his clothes. The jade pendant he had taken from the table in the stone cave was still there, warm to the touch.

Suddenly, I remembered the blue cloth patch on the cuff, the fine stitches, the unfamiliar blue cloth, and the blue flower petals that Qinglin mentioned.

These fragmented clues all seemed to point to the same person, but he searched his memory and couldn't recall a single detail related to him.

"Blue flower petals..."

Lin Che raised an eyebrow and murmured, "Brother Qinglin, do you know what kind of spiritual plant that it was made from?"

Qinglin shook his head, and a wisp of light blue spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, outlining the shape of flower petals in the air.

“I have checked the records of the Rain Fairy Realm and have never seen this flower before. The edges of the petals have fine silver lines, and it emits a calming aura after being dried. Perhaps it is some kind of extraterrestrial spiritual plant.”

Lin Che looked at the petals outlined by the spiritual energy and suddenly felt that they looked familiar, as if he had seen similar patterns somewhere before. But the more he thought about it, the blanker his mind became, leaving only a vague palpitation.

He picked up the teacup and took a sip, trying to suppress the inexplicable emotion. But as the tea went down his throat, he tasted a very faint sweetness, which was somewhat similar to a certain scent he had smelled in the secret realm years ago.

"Alright, let's leave this matter aside for now."

Seeing his solemn expression, Qinglin changed the subject, beckoned to the outside of the hall, and a bluebird with raindrops on its feathers flew in and landed on his shoulder. (End of Chapter)