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

Li Qianmei hugged her child tightly, tears streaming silently down her face: "Father, do you really have to be so cruel? Brother Lin Che isn't a bad person, he's just fighting against the Sect Master and the others!"

"enough!"

Lan Meng Daozun immediately interrupted her, her tone carrying an unquestionable authority, and said angrily, "I don't want to hear the name Lin Che again."

"You must take good care of your health and this child, and you are forbidden from having any further contact with Lin Che. If you dare to disobey, don't blame me for disregarding our father-daughter relationship!"

After saying that, Daoist Lanmeng turned to look at the corpse on the ground, raised her hand and waved her hand. A burst of spiritual power enveloped the corpse, instantly turning it into ashes without leaving a trace.

Then, he set up a soundproof array before coldly saying, "Stay here and don't step out of the pavilion without my permission."

The attic door was slammed shut, leaving Li Qianmei holding her child, sitting alone on the edge of the bed. The sky outside the window had long since cleared, but her heart was shrouded in a thick layer of gloom.

Li Qianmei looked down at her child's sleeping face, her heart filled with despair. She never imagined that her child with Lin Che would make her father so cold-hearted.

Little did they expect that this newly arrived joy would be instantly overwhelmed by blood and fear.

Li Qianmei was heartbroken. Looking at the child in front of her, she gently bit her lower lip and said softly, "From now on... you will be called..."

At this point, Li Qianmei fell silent. After all, this child was also Lin Che's. Without Lin Che, she really didn't know how to address this child.

"Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. Perhaps your birth was a mistake... I'm sorry, from now on, your name will be Lin Qingxuan."

...............

After leaving the room, Daoist Lanmeng returned to his room, gently touching his forehead, his eyes revealing a deep sense of solemnity.

He had never intended to be Lin Che's enemy, but seeing that his beloved daughter had given birth to a son for Lin Che, his heart began to waver.

Lin Che's talent is indeed extraordinary, but even a Void Tribulation expert could fight against the combined forces of the Sect Master and others. If he dares to step into this place, his soul will be scattered and he will never be reincarnated.

If those old guys were to find out that their daughter had given birth to Lin Che's son, they would definitely come to demand him in person, and there might even be a fight. At that time, the world would truly be in chaos.

Lan Meng Daozun crushed the teacup in his hand with force, his eyes bloodshot as he said, "Lin Che, Lin Che... why did you do this? Do you really want to be my enemy?"

"You can forget about seeing this child and you can forget about knowing anything about him. From now on, he has nothing to do with you!"

.........

For the next few years, Lin Che was on his way to the outside world, while Li Qianmei was imprisoned by Daoist Lanmeng, who wouldn't let her leave the courtyard even a step.

The crabapple blossoms in the courtyard have bloomed and faded, and four years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Qianmei sat on the veranda, watching three-year-old Lin Qingxuan squatting beside the stone steps, drawing crooked circles on the bluestone slab with pebbles.

The child was dressed in a plain brocade robe, and his features already bore a resemblance to Lin Che, especially his eyes, which curved into crescents when he smiled, just like the boy who spoke gently to her under the peach tree years ago.

"Xuan'er, don't sit on the ground, it's cold."

Li Qianmei called softly, reaching out to pull the child onto her lap. Lin Qingxuan looked up at her, her little hand clutching her sleeve, her voice soft: "Mother, why do we always stay here? I want to see the clouds outside, floating high like in a painting."

Li Qianmei's heart clenched suddenly, and she gently stroked the top of the child's head with her fingertips.

In recent years, although Daoist Lanmeng has not mistreated the mother and son, he has never allowed outsiders to step into the courtyard, and he has never mentioned any news about the outside world.

Li Qianmei dared not tell her child who his father was, nor why they were trapped here. Whenever her child asked, she would force a smile and say, "The clouds outside are just as beautiful as they are here. When Xuan'er grows up a bit more, Mother will take you to see them."

Lin Qingxuan nodded as if he understood, then lowered his head to play with the embroidery on his mother's sleeve.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he took out a dried crabapple petal from his pocket and handed it to Li Qianmei: "Mother, this is for you."

“Yesterday I saw that the wind blew down a lot of them, so I picked up the reddest one, which looked like my mother’s tears.”

Li Qianmei took the petal, her fingertips trembling slightly. She suddenly remembered that blood-red morning four years ago, and how she held her newborn son, Xuan'er, and named him in despair.

It turns out that children understand everything. They may not know why their mother is crying, but they will quietly pick up flower petals and clumsily try to comfort her.

Li Qianmei hugged Lin Qingxuan tightly, resting her chin on the top of his head, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob: "Xuan'er is so good. With Xuan'er here, Mother is no longer sad."

Footsteps could be heard in the distance; a maid was bringing refreshments.

Lin Qingxuan immediately jumped down from her arms and skipped to take the food box, her clear laughter echoing in the courtyard.

Li Qianmei watched her child's retreating figure and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Even if she were trapped here forever, as long as Xuan'er was by her side, she would still have the courage to keep going.

But occasionally she would wake up in the middle of the night, look at the moon outside the window, and secretly ask in her heart: Brother Lin Che, where are you now? Do you know that we have a child named Qingxuan?

Just then, Daoist Lanmeng walked in, looked at Lin Qingxuan who was already running all over the place, and frowned slightly, saying, "You let him cultivate?"

The current Daoist Master Lanmeng can clearly sense that Lin Qingxuan's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul realm, and he really is a three-year-old child.

Looking across the entire Cave Realm, a three-year-old child without any inheritance or the Great Dao is already at the Nascent Soul stage, and there are probably few people throughout history who can rival him.

Now that we see Lin Qingxuan has become a Nascent Soul cultivator, it means that Li Qianmei has been helping him cultivate all along; otherwise, how could he have reached such a level?

Li Qianmei said indifferently, "Father, this is my child, and I have my own plans."

Hearing Li Qianmei's cold and icy reply, Lanmeng Daozun was stunned and stood there, hardly believing his ears. He had never imagined that his daughter would speak to him like that one day.

Lanmeng Daozun clenched his fists, his eyes filled with deep solemnity. "Qianmei, what exactly do you want to do? Do you really intend to let him embark on the path of cultivation?"

"It's not too late to stop now. Otherwise, once things happen, the consequences will be unimaginable. Don't you understand that at all?" (End of Chapter)