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

Chapter 217 Reunion with Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling... Things remain the same, people remain the same.

The two drank together until midnight.

Li Zhexian bowed and took his leave.

Dugu Bo suddenly said:

"Immortal, won't you go see Yan Yan?"

"That girl has been thinking about you every day for the past five years."

Li Zhexian laughed and said:
"The days ahead are long. I'm returning to Tiandou soon, and we'll meet again soon."

Dugu Bo nodded and smiled.

They watched the boy's figure rise and fall a few times before disappearing into the night.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, stroked his beard, and whispered:
"That rascal, the Immortal, is finally back."

"This Tiandou City will be anything but boring from now on."

A courtyard on the outskirts of the northern city.

It was Li Zhexian's home in Tiandou.

He stood in front of the tightly closed courtyard gate.

Lift your fingertips slightly.

A wisp of sword energy was silently released.

It swung through the crack in the door.

With a soft "click," the inner bolt shattered.

I pushed open the door and entered the hospital.

Moonlight spilled onto the pebble path.

At the foot of the wall, the four-season plum blossoms were in full bloom, the plum tree branches were laden with fruit, and the pair of sandalwood chairs, polished smooth from his sitting, waited quietly.

My fingertips brushed across the tabletop, leaving it spotless.

It's clearly well-maintained.

The houses in front of me look even newer than they did five years ago.

"came back."

A whisper drifted into the night breeze.

A good night's sleep washes away the dust of five years.

After getting up and washing up in the morning.

Li Zhexian took off his black clothes and put on a plain white long robe.

The bronze mirror reflected the boy's handsome face, but a hint of coldness still lingered between his brows.

He raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, a smile playing on his lips, still vaguely resembling the look he had five years ago.

He was different from those desperate criminals who crawled out of the city of suicide.

Others must go to great lengths to wash away the murderous aura emanating from him, lest it corrupt their minds.

His killing intent had already been completely contained within his sword.

If not.

It also couldn't hone the sharpness of the sixth form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song.

Unless one is a titled Douluo or someone of the like, it is difficult to detect his killing intent.

"Get out!"

Strolling along the long street.

The desolation of the northern suburbs quickly faded, and the lively atmosphere of the city came rushing in.

Li Zhexian immersed himself in the scene, walking and stopping occasionally, and even haggling over some of the rare items.

"Auntie, how much are the sugar figurines?"

The plump woman with a mole on the corner of her mouth behind the stall looked up and sized up the white-shirted boy who was looking down at the sugar figurine.

"Two copper coins for the small ones, three for the large ones."

Li Zhexian raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, auntie, do you think I'm some outsider?"

"The old man at the Jinxi Bridge makes the best sugar figurines, and they only cost one copper coin!"

The woman showed no embarrassment whatsoever and quickly said:
"That's my father! I'll count you in too!"

They didn't give Li Zhexian a chance to refuse.

The woman deftly tore off pieces of amber-colored sugar paste, her hands flying as she made sugar figurines, muttering to herself as she did so:

“Father hasn’t set up his stall for a year, and this kid looks unfamiliar…”

Li Zhexian took the sugar figurine, and immediately a sweet fragrance filled his nose; it was indeed the taste of the old days.

He bought two more hot steamed buns.

While eating.

They strolled leisurely toward the Royal Fighting Academy.

Behind.

The steamed bun shop owner, wearing an apron, craned his neck, staring at the white-clad figure's back, muttering to himself:
"That figure...that look...it's so much like that...what's her name again..."

"Ah, right! Lord Jianjiu!"

Royal Academy.

High walls and deep courtyards.

Li Zhexian's thoughts stirred slightly.

Unseen sword energies appeared out of thin air and shot into the academy like swimming fish.

“The rift between Yazi's swords…”

His figure faded away like a ghost, disappearing from the spot, and reappearing a hundred paces away.

The two Soul Emperors guarding the entrance were completely unaware.

Inside the martial arts arena.

Yu Tianheng frowned, his face grave as he looked at the group of teenagers who were staggering and complaining.

"The foundation is so weak!"

"They couldn't even withstand the simulated environment training room!" "You guys want to join the Royal Fighting Team?"

"Idiot's dream!"

Beside him.

Yu Feng, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the other four also looked displeased, their expressions filled with disappointment as they looked at the group of freshmen.

Bang-!
A boy was panting heavily, unable to hold on any longer, and sat down on the ground with a thud, sweat pouring down his face.

"No... I really can't take it anymore!"

"Seniors... no matter what I say, I can't move!"

"This...this is torture beyond human endurance!"

Someone started.

The other freshmen followed suit.

They all collapsed to the ground, shouting all at once.

"Stop practicing!"

"We've only just enrolled, is it really necessary to train this hard?"

"Just cultivate your soul power and absorb soul rings to become stronger!"

Yu Tianheng and his six companions gathered together, looking at this group of lazy youths, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

They are nearing graduation.

The college arranged for outstanding graduates to mentor new students.

Who would have thought it would be so difficult to deal with?

"Hey, seniors..."

The first boy to sit down said with a grin:

"Even if we don't go to the simulated environment training room, we can still become stronger, right?"

Yu Tianheng said sternly:

"Who taught you that twisted logic?!"

"Senior Jianjiu!"

The boy straightened his back and became more energetic.

"I know!"

"Senior Jianjiu has never even stepped foot inside the academy, let alone entered the simulation training room!"

"I also heard..."

"Jianjiu hates going to school the most!"

"But he still led our Royal Fighting team to the championship, didn't he?!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Tianheng and the other six were all taken aback.

They looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

"Sword Wine..."

Yu Tianheng took a deep breath and shouted:
"You dare compare yourselves to him?!"

"Let alone you, even among us, and the geniuses of other academies, including the Spirit Hall, who can compare to him?!"

The boys and girls' eyes lit up.

"Senior brothers and sisters!"

"Tell me about Senior Jianjiu's story!"

"The old storyteller has disappeared; we can't hear his stories anymore!"

Yu Feng sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Train first!"

"What story do you want to hear!"

The boys immediately burst into wails, shaking their heads in refusal.

"We want to hear the story!"

"Is Senior Sword Wine wanted by the Spirit Hall? I heard he was beaten so badly by the Pope that he vomited blood?"

"Pah! That version you're talking about is fake! Lord Sword Wine actually nailed the Pope to the ground!"

"Hmph, not to mention the Pope, even Senior Yu Tianheng has been nailed!"

Yu Feng, Aos Luo, and the Shi brothers stared at Yu Tianheng, whose face was ashen, with smirks.

This is something I'll never get over in my lifetime.

Today's training session cannot proceed.

The boys and girls, having heard various versions from who-knows-where, began to argue about them.

The training ground was a complete mess.

"Snapped--!"

At this time.

It exploded with a crisp sound.

Dugu Yan lashed out with her long whip like a serpent, her charming face covered in frost.

"You've got some nerve!"

"You lot think you can compare to the immortal prince?!"

"Get up, all of you!"

"practice!"

The boys and girls trembled with fright and hurriedly got up with long faces.

Yu Tianheng and the others had just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey--"

A clear, cheerful voice suddenly came from the entrance of the martial arts arena:
"Don't be so fierce..."

　Dear readers, I'll still be releasing a new chapter tomorrow morning...

　　Good night~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)