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

Chapter 109 The Red Butterfly Emerging from the Water [Please read and subscribe!]

Lin Che slowly stood up, put one hand behind his back, and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest, the plot of the original work appearing in his mind.

According to the timeline, there are still more than ten years before the opening of the Rain Immortal Realm. During this period, we should still work hard to cultivate and strive for another breakthrough in our cultivation.

The energy of Vermilion Bird Star is too meager. After a cultivator reaches the pinnacle realm, each advancement requires immense energy, preferably immortal power.

Only when one's immortal power reaches a certain level can one break through to a higher realm, and even then, a large amount of immortal jade is required.

"I don't know where Nado went. So many years have passed, and there's not a trace of him at all."

……

Deep in the bamboo forest, a gentle breeze blows.

A gentle breeze carries fallen leaves that land smoothly on the crystal-clear lake, creating beautiful ripples.

Ripples spread, and Li Muwan, who was sitting on the rock washing her flawless white feet, also raised her head, her star-like eyes filled with a hint of longing.

"Senior brother."

Lin Che instantly appeared beside Li Muwan, sat on a rock, took off his shoes, and put his feet in the cool water.

Li Muwan pursed her lips, placed her jade-like feet on Lin Che's insteps, gently massaged them, and said with a smile, "Senior brother, there are still more than ten years before the opening of the Rain Immortal Realm. Where do you plan to go next?"

Lin Che lay on the soft lawn, his hands behind his head, and said softly, "I will continue to cultivate here and try to improve my cultivation when the Immortal Realm opens."

Li Muwan is currently at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and it will take her some time to break through to the late-stage Nascent Soul realm. However, fortunately, the spiritual energy here is abundant, and with the help of immortal treasures, Li Muwan's cultivation speed will increase several times over.

Li Muwan nestled in Lin Che's arms, her slender fingers tracing circles on his chest, and said softly, "Senior brother, Hongdie has been acting strangely these past few days. She seems to be cultivating day and night."

Upon hearing this, Lin Che sighed slightly, seemingly feeling a unique sense of helplessness towards his disciple.

…………

In the following years, apart from spending time with Li Muwan, Lin Che devoted the rest of his time to refining magical artifacts that would allow him to reach the pinnacle of his cultivation.

After all, he had promised Red Butterfly a long time ago, so how could he, as her master, refuse?

"It finally worked."

Lin Che slowly opened his eyes. As his fingers danced, the red butterfly magic weapon in front of him appeared out of thin air as if it were alive, and landed steadily in his palm.

This magical artifact was personally refined by Lin Che for Hong Die. Because her name was Hong Die, he refined the artifact for her in the form of a butterfly.

Holding the magic weapon in his hand, Lin Che arrived at Hongdie's cultivation room. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw that the room was filled with water mist. Inside the boudoir, there was a screen, and behind the screen stood a graceful figure taking a bath.

"Who?!"

The red butterfly behind the screen immediately raised her eyebrows and shot out a celestial sword, aiming it at the doorway.

Lin Che dodged to the side, realizing that Hong Die was taking a bath at the moment, and immediately stepped back, saying, "Hong Die, it's me."

Upon hearing her master's voice, Hongdie immediately stopped what she was doing. A slight blush appeared on her pretty face as she regretted acting so suddenly. She then slowly stepped out from behind the screen.

Amidst the misty haze, Hongdie's wet, dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends still adorned with glistening water droplets, sliding down her snow-white neck and into her delicate collarbone.

Her skin, as smooth as mutton fat jade, had a faint blush, like a newly blossoming peach blossom dipped in morning dew, shimmering softly in the misty vapor.

Red Butterfly instinctively crossed her arms to cover her front, but a few strands of wet hair still clung to her rounded shoulders. Water droplets rolled down her slender waist, drawing fine silver lines in the dim light filtering through the screen.

Her toes touched the ground, leaving shallow watermarks, as if she were walking on lotus flowers. Even her eyelashes, damp with moisture, appeared exceptionally dark and thick, making her flustered eyes look as clear as a fawn's.

"Master, Master."

Hongdie's voice was a few decibels lower than usual, the rising steam still lingering around her ears, softening her originally sharp features into a hazy, misty beauty reminiscent of a water town in the rain. The shadow of the ink bamboo on the screen cast a slanting effect on her, adding a touch of artistic flair to her water-emerging beauty.

Hongdie looked at her master who had already left, shook her head helplessly, picked up the light gauze dress, put it on, and stepped out of the room.

It should be noted that the realm of cultivation that Hongdie pursues is the realm of the Five Elements Spirit, not the realm of ruthlessness in the original work. Therefore, she naturally has feelings in her heart, and the presence of feelings explains why she cannot comprehend the realm of ruthlessness.

Lin Che sat in the pavilion by the door. Hearing Hong Die's footsteps, he subconsciously turned his head to look. He found that although Hong Die was already dressed, her clothes were made of thin gauze, and the parts underneath were easily visible.

"Little Red Butterfly, why did you come out dressed like that?"

Hongdie pursed her rosy lips and said softly, "Master, when I was little, you used to bathe me. What's there to be shy about now?"

"That was when you were little."

Lin Che was somewhat speechless, but he still took out the magic weapon butterfly that he had personally refined and handed it over, saying, "This is the magic weapon that your master promised you. I'm giving it to you."

Red Butterfly's eyes flickered slightly as her gaze fell upon the lifelike red butterfly. Its wings were as thin as cicada wings, shimmering with a lustrous glow in the sunlight, as if it were about to take flight at any moment.

The red butterfly stretched out its slender fingers and gently touched the butterfly's wings. The fingertips felt a warm touch, and the wings seemed to tremble slightly as if they were alive.

"This is..……"

Hongdie's voice was soft and gentle, the shyness from before not completely gone, and a faint blush still lingered at the corners of her eyes. The thin gauze fluttered in the wind, vaguely revealing her exquisite curves, and droplets of water from her hair fell onto her collarbone, then slid down her skin and into her clothes.

Lin Che coughed lightly and turned his face away, saying, "It is made with the bones of a thousand-year-old fire jade and refined with your life essence. In the future, when facing enemies, it will naturally be in sync with your mind."

Seeing her master's expression, Red Butterfly was also a little disappointed, but she still sat in his lap and played with the red butterfly, just like when she was a child.

When she was little, Lin Che would often hold her in his arms and tease her by showing her butterflies and playing with crickets.

It can be said that he had the happiest childhood ever.

Red Butterfly leaned against Lin Che's chest, her fingertips gently playing with the red jade butterfly, its wings shimmering with a lustrous glow between her fingers.

Suddenly, Red Butterfly raised her head, a few strands of her still-damp hair clinging to Lin Che's neck, carrying a faint floral scent after her bath.

"Master, how does this butterfly recognize its owner?"

(End of this chapter)