Douluo Continent: A Fallen Immortal Descends to Earth, Slaying Gods with a Drunken Sword

Chapter 187 Li Zhexian Meets the Storyteller Again, Heads to the City of Slaughter

Snow Bear Mercenary Group Camp.

Li Zhexian lifted the curtain.

The cold currents from the far north swept in, causing the fire in the stove to flicker.

All seven of Shui Bing'er's companions were Soul Masters and cultivated the power of ice, so this bit of cold was no obstacle to them.

"Come on!"

Li Zhexian strode to the table in the center of the ice castle and greeted them with a smile:
"This is the tenderest lamb with the best bone marrow, it's incredibly flavorful, have a taste!"

As instructed, Shui Bing'er and the other six extended their slender hands and each picked up a piece of mutton stewed in a milky-white broth from the pot.

Seven pairs of slender hands held chopsticks.

The moment the mutton touches your mouth.

The girls' eyes lit up.

Tianshui University is located in the northern region.

What local delicacies from the North haven't they tried?

But at this moment, I find the icy lamb exceptionally delicious.

Perhaps it's because the stewed mutton soup still retains the warmth of a long-awaited reunion.

"Good times!"

Shuiyue'er puffed out her cheeks and mumbled, her lips glistening with oil.

Li Zhexian smiled gently.

A clear spring wine pot appeared in his palm.

The amber-colored liquor poured into the glass surprisingly created a warm mist that rose from the cold air.

The aroma of wine mingled with the fresh scent of mutton, filling the ice castle with the warmth of spring.

The fire crackled and popped, its warmth dispelling the wind and snow outside the tent and quietly melting away the awkwardness that had grown between them after so long apart.

"Li Zhexian!"

Shuiyue suddenly slammed her hand on the table, her face flushed with drunkenness.

"You met us at our tavern but pretended not to know us. Do you think we're strangers?"

"You...you're such a bad friend!"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhexian said helplessly:
"The tavern is crowded and noisy."

"If I were to acknowledge you as my own, I fear the Spirit Hall would arrive shortly after."

"what?"

Shuiyue'er was taken aback, then blushed.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about that, I'm so sorry!"

Li Zhexian was about to speak.

Shui Bing'er, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised her eyes, her voice even fainter than the wind and snow outside the tent:
"There's one more thing..."

"When you first arrived in the North, you offered us wine, why did you avoid seeing us?"

The smile on Li Zhexian's lips froze slightly.

The bubbling sound of the copper pot suddenly became clear.

The six girls held their breath and stole glances at Shui Bing'er.

What's wrong with my sister?
It was clearly her assumption that "Li Zhexian felt guilty" at the time.

She knew it perfectly well.

Why bring up this old issue again today?

Shui Bing'er looked calmly at Li Zhexian with her azure eyes, her fair face showing no emotion.

Li Zhexian let out a soft sigh.

She then continued:
"You have your difficulties, I won't pry."

"But today, as we reunite and share drinks, you appear with a mask on. Doesn't that show a lack of respect for your friends?"

Shuiyue'er, Xuewu, and the others' beautiful eyes widened instantly.

So that's where my older sister was waiting!
The six girls immediately echoed in unison:

"That's right, Li Zhexian!"

"You met us wearing a mask! Don't you consider us your friends?!"

Li Bai smiled nonchalantly, without the slightest hesitation.

He tilted his head.

The fingers were embedded in the edge of the jaw.

"It's not that I'm deliberately pretending, it's just that I'm used to wearing it."

The words fell.

The mask has been removed.

Her black hair fell naturally, slightly obscuring her cheeks.

Just then, a blizzard swept in, blowing away the shards on his forehead and revealing his face, which was vaguely recognizable from before.

His eyebrows were like swords, his eyes like black lacquer, but the smile on his lips still resembled that of a young man who used to call his friends and drink in Tiandou City.

Li Zhexian picked up his cup and rose.

"I am a banished immortal, greetings to all my friends."

Shui Bing'er raised her glass and gently clinked it against his, a faint smile playing on her lips.

This is Li Zhexian at this moment.

He once again possessed some of the carefree spirit he had when he was calling out to friends and companions in Tiandou City.

—He endured two or three years of wind and snow, yet he smiled as the wind and snow brushed his face.

After the Snow Bear Mercenary Group finished taking stock of its losses, it properly arranged the funerals of the fallen mercenaries.

Li Zhexian is about to leave the northern border.

The night before departure.

The snow bear hosted a farewell banquet for him.

Despite the heavy losses suffered by this mercenary group.

However, three of the four major mercenary groups in the North have already left.

The future of the Snow Bear Mercenary Group, on the contrary, looks bright and promising.

That night, there was no Li Zhexian, only Li Ji.

Snow Bear said that the number one genius on the mainland should drink good wine.

Li Ji, however, insisted on drinking the strongest liquor.

The surviving brothers collapsed drunk on the ground.

Oscar wrapped his arms around Li Ji's neck, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Brother Ji...you will always be my Brother Ji..."

not far away.

Shui Bing'er and the other six watched as Li Zhexian, shirtless and drinking heartily, quietly turned and left.

The next time we meet will be five years from now.

The next day.

Li Zhexian left the northern border.

He carried a handful of snow from the North in his treasure pouch.

His goal for this trip was clear—the killing capital.

The swift horse shatters the wind and rain.

Crossing the Frostleaf Town on the northern border, and the Crimson Mist Swamp spanning the border of the Star Luo Empire...

The scenery before my eyes gradually changed from frosty white to verdant green.

The wine in the pot also changed with the region.

One month later.

On the post road of the small town at dusk, a black-clad traveler riding a swift steed appeared.

He replaced the strong liquor from the North with plum wine, a local specialty, from the flask at his waist.

Li Zhexian smelled the faint scent of blood wafting from the desolate twilight.

The destination is very close.

He was not going to delay.

Prepare to march straight into the killing city.

But then he suddenly overheard passing travelers talking:
A new storyteller has arrived in the twilight town...

Wuhun Temple.

Temple of Angels.

Qian Renxue knelt on the 997th level of the divine staircase, crimson-tinged blood seeping from her cracked skin, scorching marks on the white jade steps.

"The last... the last two steps..."

She swayed precariously, tilting her pale, stunningly beautiful face upwards, golden blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she stared intently at the last two steps that seemed so close yet so impossibly far away.

He lifted his foot, trembling.

Taking that difficult first step.

boom--!
An immense pressure crashed down like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

Qian Renxue's long golden hair danced wildly, and her already hunched body suddenly sank, her bones cracking under the strain.

The angel wings behind her, their luminous feathers fluttering and falling.

Below the Ranks of the God of Light.

The six worshippers showed reluctance in their eyes.

"Xue'er...sigh..."

"Xue'er has gone mad!"

"Is that Li Zhexian really that good?!"

"The Grand Elder... isn't that a bit too heartless!"

Under the trembling gazes of the six worshippers.

Qian Renxue climbed to the 999th floor of the Divine Light Staircase.

boom--!
The angel statue, towering over a hundred feet tall, suddenly spread its holy wings and gently cradled the dying Qian Renxue in its palm.

Endless divine radiance.

It illuminated the entire magnificent temple.

Beneath the statue.

A phantom figure.

He slowly loosened his clenched fist.

One day later.

Qian Renxue transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky from the Angel Temple and hurtling towards the City of Slaughter.

The wind and sand of the desolate wilderness at dusk were rough, and the dry sand felt hot on my face.

It is completely different from the harsh cold of the North.

Li Zhexian led the Wind Chaser Steed.

I stepped into this border town called "Twilight".

The city is not big.

The low walls made of rammed yellow mud have weathered many storms.

The streets were nearly deserted, and most of the pedestrians were wearing headscarves and hurrying along.

He inquired along the way.

Turn into a secluded alley.

Suddenly, a rhythmic clapping sound came from the street corner.

"On that day, in Wuhun City, a young man in white..."

Hearing that familiar, aged voice.

Li Zhexian stopped in his tracks.

　The early morning hours are over...

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　　I will update three chapters earlier tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)