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

Chapter 196 Li Zhexian's Tenderness Towards Qian Renxue, Both Brewing and Sword Techniques Encounter Bottlenecks
Qian Renxue always thought that she had long been used to being alone.

He left the temple at a young age.

He was exiled to the Heavenly Dou Empire to serve as an undercover agent.

She learned to use a mask to cover her true feelings and to replace warmth with scheming.

Until that boy in white shattered her decade-long facade...

More than 700 days and nights of separation.

Only then did she realize what it meant to be consumed by longing.

Love is like a midsummer night's wasteland, inexhaustible and inextinguishable, where the wild grass stretches to the sky when the wind blows.

Qian Renxue could no longer hold back. She stretched out her body and pounced on the figure like a weary bird returning to its nest.

Li Zhexian, with a gentle smile on his lips, opened his arms.

A warm, soft embrace, a delicate fragrance mingled with a faint scent of blood, drifted into my nostrils.

Li Zhexian's arms stiffened slightly. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly closed them, burying her face deeply in her soft, golden hair.

He closed his eyes, his voice as soft as a dream:

"Qian Renxue, I miss you too."

These two years have passed.

He was too tense.

Not a day can we relax, not a moment can we sleep soundly.

Seeing Qian Renxue again today, the tightly taut string finally loosened, and the pent-up weariness burst forth like a tidal wave.

The person in his arms stiffened slightly as he tightened his arms around her.

But that whisper reached my ears.

Qian Renxue, who had been trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes, finally broke down.

Her exquisite face pressed tightly against Li Zhexian's arm, deeply and greedily inhaling his scent, as if trying to fill the void of the past two years in one go.

The two embraced quietly for an unknown amount of time.

Qian Renxue slowly raised her eyes, only to see Li Zhexian with his eyes closed, his breathing even and deep, deep in a dream.

She was slightly startled.

Immediately, her beautiful eyes filled with heartache.

The gentle, luminous soul power lifted the unconscious white-robed youth and carried him to the bed inside the room.

Proper placement.

Qian Renxue stood guard by the bed, her gaze fixed on the sleeping, handsome face.

His eyebrows and eyes were thinner than they were two years ago, but he was still handsome and otherworldly, the very image she dreamed of every night.

At this moment, it all feels like a dream.

She held her breath and carefully extended her slender fingers, as if touching a rare treasure, to stroke his brow.

A touch of the fingertip and it's gone.

Only after confirming that Li Zhexian had not been disturbed did they dare to land again.

The light gently brushed along the boy's slender profile.

My vision blurred again.

At this moment.

Qian Renxue felt...

Over the past two years, he has repeatedly suffered serious injuries and shed blood on the Path of Light.

It's really worth it!

……

Li Zhexian had not slept so soundly in a long time.

In the North.

You must always be wary of treacherous mercenaries.

In that notorious city of slaughter, they were on high alert, ready for battle at any moment.

Open your eyes slowly.

Li Zhexian looked around, his gaze sweeping over the empty room, and his heart tightened slightly.

Only when I caught a glimpse of that beautiful, busy figure in the side room did my heart slowly settle down.

"woke up?"

At this moment, Qian Renxue did not seem like an angel or goddess high in the clouds, but rather like someone who had been banished to the mortal world.

Her blonde hair was casually tied back, and she wore Li Zhexian's rarely used old apron around her slender waist, which added to her otherworldly clumsiness.

She was carrying a plate of freshly cooked dishes.

They noticed that Li Zhexian had woken up.

A smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

"time to eat."

Perhaps it was that smile that turned around that was so captivating.

Or perhaps this scene, brimming with the warmth of everyday life, is simply too rare.

Li Zhexian leaned against the door frame, his gaze momentarily unfocused.

He then walked over with a smile.

"You did it?"

Qian Renxue bent down and placed the dishes on the table. Looking at the fairly neatly arranged dishes, she clapped her slender hands, a hint of pride in her expression.

"Yes."

She turned her head and met Li Zhexian's gaze, her hands nervously twisting together again.

"Ingredients in the Killing City are extremely precious."

"I only learned to cook after I came here. Maybe... it's not very good."

Li Zhexian smiled nonchalantly. "This quality is already quite rare."

"How could it be hard to swallow?"

After a while.

Li Zhexian stretched his neck for two miles, grimacing as he swallowed the food in his mouth.

He met those bright, expectant eyes.

He remained silent for a long time before saying:
"Xue'er, be good."

"From now on, you must not get involved in cooking."

"These hands of yours should be wielding the angel's sword."

Qian Renxue wasn't thinking about the food anymore.

Li Zhexian's cry of "Xue'er".

Her heart pounded, her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head.

Time slipped by quietly as Li Zhexian struggled to swallow and Qian Renxue blushed deeply.

When clearing away the dishes.

Qian Renxue suddenly spoke.

"Li Zhexian, I want to move to the South District, to be closer to you."

Li Zhexian took a swig of wine.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and spoke casually.

Why rent another place?

"There are still empty rooms in the yard, you can move in."

"what?!"

Qian Renxue suddenly looked up, her red lips slightly parted, her jade-like face a mixture of shock, shyness, and disbelief.

Seeing her expression, Li Zhexian knew that she must have misunderstood.

With a wry smile, he picked up the end of his chopsticks.

He gently tapped her smooth forehead.

"What are you thinking about?"

"The room in the east wing is empty, you can stay there, so we can look after each other."

"Okay... okay."

Qian Renxue felt her face burning hot, and her heart was pounding.

She glanced up and met the mischievous, half-smiling gaze of the boy in white, which made her even more embarrassed.

She shook the water off her hands, reached out and pinched Li Zhexian's soft waist lightly, then turned gracefully and fled from the courtyard as if escaping.

"I...I'll go back and pack my bags!"

"I'll be back...very soon!"

Li Zhexian watched with a smile as the beautiful figure disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

immediately.

His figure flickered.

We arrived at the base of the courtyard wall, where a thick shadow fell.

He sat cross-legged on the futon and began brewing the immortal wine—the Blood Resentment Fragrance of the River of Oblivion.

When his breathing gradually stabilized.

Wisps of murky blood mist, almost invisible to the naked eye, emanated from Li Zhexian's body.

Finally, it slowly sank into the vessel in front of it.

About one stick of incense later.

Li Zhexian opened his eyes.

Looking at the wine in the pot, which was almost unchanged.

His brows were furrowed tightly.

"The inner city of the killing capital is filled with undying obsessions, dying voices, unfinished dreams... all sorts of bizarre and illusory things."

"But in terms of concentration, it is far less than one percent of that in the killing field."

"But I have too many winning streaks, the schedule is long, and it's hard to get a kill."

"At this rate, when will the Blood Vengeance Incense of the River of Oblivion be brewed?"

Li Zhexian recounted the immortal wines he had brewed in the past.

The rarity of this Forgotten River Blood Vengeance Incense even surpasses that of the Ice Flame Immortal Dew, which can forge the "Melting Frost Spirit Vein Body".

Its effects are also astonishing.

"It's not just the Bloodstained Incense of the River of Oblivion..."

"The killing intent sword of the sixth form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song has not improved for a long time."

"There is still a long way to go before the sword technique is perfected."

Just then, Li Zhexian frowned deeply.

When racking one's brains for a solution to break the deadlock.

The courtyard gate creaked softly.

The snow, towering a thousand feet high, went away and then returned.

However, her complexion at this moment was exactly the same as Li Zhexian's—both were not looking good...

　Chapter 3, 1:30...

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