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

Upon hearing this, Lin Che rubbed the spiritual energy in his palm with his fingertips, his brows furrowing slightly. He recalled Qing Lin's guilty expression when he mentioned his daughter in the Rain Immortal Realm, and thought about Qing Shuang's situation of supporting herself alone over the years. He felt a little more understanding.

"The grudge in Qing Shuang Xianjun's heart cannot be resolved in a day or two. When the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed, she thought her father was dead and struggled to survive alone on Zhuque Star. This grievance and unease cannot be erased with a simple apology."

Li Muwan sat beside him, her fingertips lightly tracing the pill formula on the table, her voice tinged with helplessness: "I know, but seeing Senior Qinglin lingering outside Sister Qingshuang's cultivation room every day, not even daring to get close, is truly heartbreaking."

"Just now I went to persuade Sister Qing Shuang, and she only said that if he were still here back then, Mother would not have died, and the Rain Fairy Realm would not have perished. The resentment in her words made me feel sad."

Lin Che remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and looked out the window at Zhuque Mountain.

Qing Shuang's cultivation room is located at the mountain peak, and it is currently shrouded in a faint spiritual energy barrier, clearly indicating that she does not want to be disturbed.

"This is something that no one can advise us on; the father and daughter have to face it themselves."

Lin Che turned to look at Li Muwan, a thoughtful look in his eyes, and said softly, "However, we can build a bridge."

"Tomorrow I'm going to reinforce the protective array of Vermilion Bird Star, and I'll be passing by the mountain peak. Could you please pass on a message to Immortal Lord Azure Frost for me?"

"Back when the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed, Senior Qinglin was ambushed by an eight-star ancient demon while protecting the remaining cultivators. He was almost killed and was forced to choose to go into seclusion to cultivate. It was not that he deliberately abandoned her."

"Okay then... but will it really work?"

Lin Che chuckled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "Whether it works out or not depends on her. After all, so many years of misunderstandings can't be resolved with just a few words."

"By the way, where is Senior Qinglin now?"

"She was still sitting in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, holding the jade pendant that Sister Qing Shuang wore when she was a child, stroking it continuously without saying a word."

As Li Muwan spoke, her tone softened, and she said softly, "Actually, Senior Qinglin is also suffering. Over the years, he has lived with guilt and cannot even calm his mind to cultivate."

Upon hearing this, Lin Che had an idea. He turned around, took out a communication jade slip, infused it with spiritual power, and handed it to Li Muwan.

"Go and tell Senior Qinglin that I will be hosting a tea party at the mountaintop viewing platform at 9:00 AM tomorrow, and ask him to come."

"As for Immortal Lord Qing Shuang, after you tell her the truth, tell her that there is her mother's favorite pre-rain Longjing tea at the tea banquet, and ask her if she would like to come and try it."

Li Muwan took the jade slip, her eyes full of anticipation: "Okay! I'll go and talk to them right away! Maybe this tea party can really help them clear up their misunderstanding."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Muwan quickly walked out of the room and headed towards the pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

Lin Che watched her retreating figure and sighed softly. He knew in his heart that the road to clearing up the misunderstanding might be long, but at least it was a good start.

Turning his head to look towards the mountain peak, Lin Che slowly stood up, condensing a wisp of spiritual power at his fingertips, and sketching the arrangement of the tea banquet in the air.

In the cultivation room, Qing Shuang sat by the window, holding a jade hairpin left by her mother.

When Li Muwan told her about Qinglin's experience back then, her hand holding the jade hairpin trembled violently, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

Upon hearing the name "Rain Before Dragon Well" again, a tiny crack finally appeared in the ice in Qing Shuang Xian Jun's eyes, and crystal-clear tears dripped down her cheeks, causing her immense heartache.

.........

The next day at 9:00 AM, on the viewing platform atop Zhuque Mountain, the morning mist had not yet dissipated. A celadon tea set was already laid out on the stone table, and the pre-rain Longjing tea in the jar emitted a faint fragrance. Lin Che stood by the railing, watching the figure slowly approaching from the foot of the mountain.

Qinglin, dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, clutched the old jade pendant tightly in his hand. His steps were somewhat hesitant, but his eyes held an undisguised anticipation.

"Brother Lin Che, thank you very much."

Qinglin approached, his voice slightly hoarse, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the path leading to the cultivation room, "But... Qingshuang, she..."

"She will come."

Lin Che handed over a cup of freshly brewed tea and calmly said, "Some knots in your heart can only be untied when a certain opportunity arises."

Upon hearing this, Immortal Emperor Qinglin exhaled a deep breath, a barely perceptible look of solemnity flashing in his eyes. After all these years, the person he felt most guilty towards was his daughter.

There are a few disciples.

However, his disciples had all become great figures and he no longer needed to worry about them. Now, he only wanted to make up for his daughter.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two stopped what they were doing, looked up, and saw a figure in blue appear on the path in the distance.

The Azure Frost Immortal Lord, dressed in a plain long dress, still held the jade hairpin of his mother in his hand. When he reached the entrance of the viewing platform, he paused and looked at the Azure Rain Immortal Emperor with a complicated expression.

There was resentment, doubt, and a hint of longing that she herself was unaware of.

The moment Qinglin saw Qingshuang Immortal Lord, his whole body stiffened abruptly, the jade pendant in his hand almost slipped from his grasp, he opened his mouth, a thousand words stuck in his throat, and in the end only turned into a trembling sentence.

"Qing Shuang..."

Immortal Lord Qing Shuang did not respond. He walked to the stone table and sat down, his fingertips lightly brushing the edge of the teacup, but he did not touch it.

The air was so quiet that only the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest could be heard. Seeing this, Lin Che quietly took a few steps back, leaving the father and daughter alone.

Qinglin took a deep breath, slowly sat down opposite her, placed his hands on his knees, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Back then... it was your father who wronged you. When the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed, I wanted to take you and your mother with me, but the Eight-Star Ancient Demon suddenly attacked. In order to protect the cultivators who followed us, I was severely injured by him and trapped in the Rain Immortal Realm..."

Qinglin Immortal Emperor raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye, his voice becoming increasingly choked: "I know these words sound like excuses, but I really never thought of abandoning you."

“Over the years, every time I think of your mother’s dying wish that I protect you, and the hardships you may have suffered outside, I…”

"What about Mother's death?"

Qing Shuang finally spoke, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs. She pinched her palm with the jade hairpin, leaving red marks, and said angrily, "If it weren't for the Sect Master joining forces with cultivators from outside the realm to destroy the Rain Immortal Realm, if you hadn't failed to protect us, how could Mother have died at the hands of those demonic cultivators while trying to save me!"

Upon hearing the mention of the Sect Master, Qinglin's eyes instantly turned icy, and his spiritual energy surged violently, causing ripples to spread across the tea in his cup.

"Master! I will make him pay a terrible price! If it weren't for him, how could the Rain Immortal Realm have ended up like that!" (End of Chapter)