Chapter 477 Qinglin Emperor’s Guilt towards Qingshuang

Lin Che, hearing this, rubbed the spiritual power in his palm with his fingertips, his brows slightly furrowed.

He recalled Qinglin's remorseful expression when he mentioned his daughter in the Rain Immortal Realm, and then thought of Qing Shuang's situation, having to endure alone all these years.

A clearer understanding dawned in his heart.

"The rift in Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang's heart cannot be mended in a day or two.

When the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed back then, she thought her father was dead and struggled to survive alone on Vermilion Bird Star.

This grievance and insecurity cannot be wiped away with a mere apology."

Li Muwan sat beside him, her fingertips gently tracing the pill formula on the table, her voice tinged with helplessness: "I know, but seeing Senior Qinglin linger outside Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang's cultivation room every day, not even daring to approach, it's truly heartbreaking."

"Just now, when I went to persuade Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang, she only said that if he had been there back then, her mother wouldn't have died, and the Rain Immortal Realm wouldn't have perished.

The resentment in her words made even me feel distressed."

Lin Che fell silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on Vermilion Bird Mountain outside the window.

Qing Shuang's cultivation room was at the mountain's peak, currently enveloped by a faint barrier of spiritual power, clearly indicating she wished not to be disturbed.

"This matter, others cannot persuade.

It must be faced by the father and daughter themselves."

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

"Tomorrow, I need to reinforce Vermilion Bird Star's protective array, and I'll be passing by the mountain peak.

Please convey a message to Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang for me."

"Just tell her that when the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed back then, Senior Qinglin, in order to protect the remaining cultivators, was ambushed by an eight-star ancient demon and nearly died.

He was forced to choose secluded cultivation and did not intentionally abandon her."

"Alright then… but will it really work?"

Lin Che chuckled softly, raising a hand to ruffle her hair: "Whether it succeeds or not depends on her.

After all, so many years of misunderstanding cannot be resolved with a single sentence."

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

"He's still sitting in the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, holding the jade pendant Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang wore as a child, constantly rubbing it, not saying a word."

Li Muwan's voice softened a bit as she spoke, and she softly added: "Actually, Senior Qinglin is also suffering inside.

All these years, he has lived in guilt, unable to even calm his mind for cultivation."

Lin Che, hearing this, had an idea.

He turned and took out a communication jade slip, infused it with spiritual power, and handed it to Li Muwan.

"First, go tell Senior Qinglin that tomorrow at the hour of Si (9-11 AM), I will host a tea banquet at the scenic platform on the mountain peak, and I urge him to come."

"As for Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang, after you tell her the truth, tell her that the tea banquet will feature her mother's favorite Pre-Rain Dragon Well tea from back then, and ask if she would be willing to come and taste it."

Li Muwan took the jade slip, her eyes full of anticipation: "Okay! I'll go tell them right away!

Perhaps this tea banquet can truly resolve the misunderstanding between the father and daughter."

As her words fell, 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, knowing in his heart that the path to resolving the misunderstanding might still be long, but at least, this was a good start.

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

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

When Li Muwan told her about Qinglin's past experiences, her hand, holding the jade hairpin, trembled violently, and a hint of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

Upon hearing about the Pre-Rain Dragon Well tea, the ice in Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang's eyes finally cracked, and crystal-clear tears dripped down from the corners of her eyes, her whole being filled with unbearable heartache…

The next day, at the hour of Si, on the scenic platform at the peak of Vermilion Bird Mountain, the morning mist had not yet fully dispersed.

Celadon tea sets were already arranged on the stone table, and the Pre-Rain Dragon Well tea in the pot emitted a faint, refreshing fragrance.

Lin Che stood by the railing, watching the figure slowly approaching from the foot of the mountain.

Qinglin, clad in a moon-white Daoist robe, tightly clutched the old jade pendant in his hand.

His steps were somewhat hesitant, but his eyes held an unconcealed anticipation.

"Brother Lin Che, thank you."

Qinglin approached, his voice slightly hoarse, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards the path leading to the cultivation room, "It's just… Qing Shuang, she…"

"She will come."

Lin Che handed him a freshly brewed cup of tea and said calmly, "Some emotional knots always need a certain opportunity to be expressed."

Listening to these words, Immortal Emperor Qinglin exhaled deeply, a hint of imperceptible solemnity flashing in his eyes, as for so many years, his greatest regret had been his own daughter.

And also a few disciples.

However, those disciples had all become powerful figures and did not require his worry.

Now, he only wished to make amends to his daughter.

As soon as the words fell, both stopped their actions and looked up, seeing a green figure appear on the distant path.

Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang, dressed in a plain long dress, still clutched her mother's jade hairpin in her hand.

Upon reaching the entrance of the scenic platform, her steps paused, and her gaze fell upon Immortal Emperor Qinglin, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

There was resentment, doubt, and even a trace of longing that she herself had not yet perceived.

The moment Qinglin saw Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang, his entire body stiffened abruptly, the jade pendant in his hand almost slipping.

He opened his mouth, a thousand words caught in his throat, finally transforming into a trembling, "Qing Shuang…"

Immortal Monarch Qing Shuang did not respond.

She walked to the stone table and sat down, her fingertips gently brushing the rim of the teacup, but she did not touch it.

The air was so still that only the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo forest remained.

Seeing this, Lin Che quietly retreated a few steps, leaving the space to the father and daughter.

Qinglin took a deep breath and slowly sat down opposite her, his hands resting on his knees, his knuckles white from gripping tightly.

"Back then… it was father who let you down.

When the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed, I originally wanted to take you and your mother with me, but an eight-star ancient demon suddenly ambushed us.

To protect the cultivators who followed us, I was severely injured by him and trapped in the Rain Immortal Realm…"

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

"All these years, every time I recall your mother's dying wish for me to protect you, and think of the hardships you might have endured outside, I just…"

"Then what about Mother's death?"

Qing Shuang finally spoke, her voice thick with suppressed sobs, the jade hairpin digging red marks into her palm, and she angrily said: "If the Sect Leader hadn't allied 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 trying to save me!"

At the mention of the Sect Leader, Qinglin's eyes instantly turned cold, and the spiritual power around him surged abruptly, causing ripples in the tea in the teacup.

"Sect Leader! I will definitely make him pay a heavy price!

If not for him, how could the Rain Immortal Realm have met such a fate!"