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

The Plum Blossom Valley, located in the ninth-order star field outside the boundary, is hidden among the folds of continuous star rocks. At the entrance of the valley, two white jade plum tree stumps guard the gate, with frost that has remained unchanged for thousands of years on the stumps.

The valley is covered with black plum blossoms, their branches coiling like dragons, while their petals shimmer with a faint, luminous blue light. When the wind blows, the petals flutter down and fall, forming a thin carpet on the bluestone path. Stepping on them creates a shimmering, star-like effect.

At the bottom of the valley lies a crescent-shaped spring, in which the double moon, unique to the star field, is reflected. Beside the spring stands a bamboo waterwheel, which, as it turns, stirs up strings of water droplets. When the droplets fall to the ground, they transform into fleeting icy plum blossom shadows.

In the distance, wisps of smoke rise from bamboo houses, and copper bells adorned with plum-petal-shaped jade pendants hang from the eaves. When the wind blows, they emit clear and melodious sounds, which intertwine with the sounds of springs and falling plum blossoms, making the entire valley tranquil and gentle.

Li Qianmei gently bit her lower lip, looking at Lin Qingxuan sitting on the rock playing with a turtle, her beautiful face showing a gentle expression.

"Mother, why won't you let me cultivate the Heaven-Breaking Sect's techniques? Don't you want me to become an immortal?"

In the past few years, Lin Qingxuan's cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage. Such a cultivation speed is unparalleled in the entire outer realm.

Moreover, Lin Qingxuan is exceptionally gifted, possessing the ability to remember everything he sees. He can learn martial arts techniques with just a glance, a talent so extraordinary that it is unparalleled in his lifetime.

Li Qianmei pursed her thin lips and said, "From now on, we will create our own cultivation methods and will not learn from or borrow from any other cultivation methods in the world. We will never join any other forces in this lifetime."

Lin Qingxuan paused, his small hand holding the tortoise shell. When he looked up at Li Qianmei, his clear eyes were full of confusion.

He lightly touched the patterns on the tortoise shell with his fingertip, his voice soft and childlike: "Create your own cultivation technique? But Brother Hu said that all powerful immortals have inheritances, like the Master..."

"Don't mention that name!"

Li Qianmei's voice suddenly rose, and the shimmering blue plum blossom petals at her fingertips instantly shattered into starlight.

Li Qianmei quickly realized her lapse in composure, and hurriedly squatted down, pulled Lin Qingxuan into her arms, gently patted his back with her palm, and softened her voice again.

"Xuan'er, be good. You can't say that person's name in the valley, and you're not allowed to mention it again, understand?"

Lin Qingxuan could feel the trembling in his mother's arms. He reached out his little hand to hug Li Qianmei's neck and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder: "Mom, I'll listen to you. But why can't we talk about it? You've never told me these things before."

Li Qianmei closed her eyes, the faint plum blossom scent lingering around her son's nose. It was the scent that permeated Luomei Valley year-round, and it was the peace and security she was trying her best to protect.

Recalling those ten-plus years in the Rain Immortal Realm, Lin Che lay unconscious on the Cold Jade Bed, the remnant poison of the Venerable Master gnawing at his soul day and night like a maggot clinging to his bones.

At that time, clinging to her last glimmer of hope, she used the Heavenly Compass to deduce the direction, watching the starlight dancing on the compass gradually dim. Her cultivation level also continued to decline as her lifespan was depleted, falling from the boundless glory of the Void Profound Realm to the Pure Nirvana Realm, where even ordinary cultivators could bully her.

But she never told anyone about her suffering, and she didn't want her son to know.

Li Qianmei gently pushed Lin Qingxuan away, her fingertips brushing against the heroic spirit between his brows that was exactly the same as Lin Che's, her voice gentle yet firm.

"Because some names bring danger, Mother doesn't want Xuan'er to encounter any danger. Let's live a good life in Plum Blossom Valley, with Ink Plum, Crescent Moon Spring, and your favorite little turtle, isn't that good?"

Lin Qingxuan nodded, seemingly understanding, and grasped the tortoise shell again with her small hand. She didn't ask any further questions, but looked down at the tortoise slowly crawling across the bluestone slab, leaving a shallow mark. Suddenly, she looked up and smiled:
"Mother, what should we call our cultivation technique? I want to give it a nice name." Li Qianmei looked at the light in her son's eyes, her heart warmed, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

He reached out and took down the plum blossom jade pendant hanging under the eaves, placing it in Lin Qingxuan's palm. The shimmering light on the jade pendant gently resonated with the spiritual power at his fingertips.

"How about calling it the Plum Blossom Technique? Look at the black plum blossoms in this valley. They seem delicate, yet they can take root in the frost and bloom in the cold wind. Our technique should be like these plum blossoms, not competing or fighting, but having its own resilience."

"Falling Plum Blossom Technique!"

Lin Qingxuan clapped his hands and laughed, the jade pendant in his palm making a crisp sound with his movements. "It sounds beautiful! Mother, can you teach me now? I want to learn quickly so I can protect you in the future."

Li Qianmei's heart felt as if it had been soaked in warm water, softening completely. She took Lin Qingxuan's hand and walked to the Crescent Moon Spring. The two moons reflected in the spring water shone on the two of them, giving off a faint silver glow.

Li Qianmei lightly touched the water's surface with her fingertips, and a shimmering blue spiritual energy spread along the spring water, outlining the patterns of plum branches on the surface.

"The Falling Plum Blossom Technique does not emphasize offensive power; it focuses on breathing exercises first. Look at this spring water; it appears calm, yet it reflects two moons. Our spiritual power should also be like this, concealed and not revealed, flowing slowly within the body."

Lin Qingxuan followed his mother's example, sitting cross-legged on a rock by the spring and closing his eyes.

However, Lin Qingxuan's talent was truly astonishing. In just a moment, he felt the spiritual energy in his body begin to flow in the direction indicated by Li Qianmei, like a gentle stream, winding around every corner of his meridians.

Li Qianmei watched quietly from the side, her eyes filled with relief, but her fingertips clenched tightly. She knew that this peace might not last long.

If the Sect Master finds out that Lin Qingxuan is Lin Che's son, he will probably not let it go. If that happens, then we will have no choice but to leave the outer realm.

Just then, a clear, crisp sound of copper bells suddenly came from the valley entrance. It wasn't the string of bells under the eaves, but a sound that was somewhat urgent and unfamiliar.

Li Qianmei's expression changed drastically. She quickly shielded Lin Qingxuan behind her, gathered spiritual power at her fingertips, and looked warily toward the valley entrance.

"Who?" Li Qianmei's voice trembled slightly, as if her long-held worries had come true at this moment.

Beside the white jade plum tree stump at the valley entrance, a blood-red stream of light slowly descended. As the light dissipated, a familiar figure was revealed.

The man wore a blood-red robe, with a gleaming sword hanging at his waist. The patterns on the scabbard gleamed coldly under the starlight.

Her long, silvery-white hair swayed in the breeze, giving her an aura of a god of war descending upon the land.

Lin Che gazed at the ink plum blossoms in the valley and at the mother and child by the spring, his eyes swirling with complex emotions, even wondering if this was all a dream.

Li Qianmei's pupils contracted sharply as she looked at the newcomer, and she almost lost control of the spiritual power in her hand. She never expected that Lin Che would find this place and appear in Luomei Valley at this time.

At this moment, Li Qianmei staggered back two steps, instinctively pulling Lin Qingxuan behind her to shield him, her voice carrying a hint of distance: "Why did you come here?" (End of this chapter)