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

Chapter 220 Fulfilling the Five-Year Pact! The Spirit Hall Orders Salas to Test Li Zhexian's Strength

Li Zhexian, Huo Wushuang, and Huo Wu looked in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the long street.

Two figures, enveloped in wind-attribute soul power, hurtled towards Shanxiangfang like a raging tornado.

The wind roared fiercely.

Dust and smoke obscured the sun from the long street.

Pedestrians cried out in alarm and scattered to the sides of the street.

The street, hundreds of meters long, can be reached in an instant.

"Exiled Immortal Brother!"×2
In the midst of a tornado.

Two shouts came through the wind, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

The momentum is even stronger!
In just a few breaths, the raging wind pressed down on the front of Shanxiangfang.

The onlookers were pushed backward by the strong wind, exclaiming in surprise.

"Hahahahaha!"

In laughter.

The wind-attribute soul power suddenly dissipated, turning into a gentle breeze.

The two boys embraced Li Zhexian tightly, one on each side.

"Brother Immortal, it's been five years since we last met!"

"Brother Immortal, I've missed you terribly these past five years!"

Li Zhexian's heart surged with emotion. He let out a long sigh and laughed:
"Brother Xiaotian, Brother Buyu, it's been five years since we last met, I've truly missed you!"

The three separated, their eyes met, and their eyes were all slightly red.

When we parted, we were just young boys dancing.

Five years is a long time for them.

Fortunately...

This is the first glance at our reunion.

The brotherhood remains as strong as ever, undiminished in the slightest.

"Brother Wushuang, Junior Sister Huowu! Five years have passed, how have you been!"

Feng Buyu and Feng Xiaotian turned to the group of Chi Huo and greeted them with smiles.

Just at this time.

"I could hear Brother Buyu and Brother Xiaotian's hearty laughter from afar. Their soul power has greatly improved. Congratulations!"

Yu Tianhenghuang fought seven people, walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling quickened their pace, approaching Li Zhexian, and whispered reproachfully:
Why didn't you inform me sooner?

"So we can come and help you sooner!"

Looking at the vibrant, enthusiastic, and spirited faces before him, Li Zhexian's smile deepened:

"No need for help."

"Today I am hosting this banquet, and you are all guests."

In an instant.

A group of outstanding young talents have gathered in front of Shanxiangfang.

Passersby were all amazed, marveling at Lord Jianjiu's popularity.

Dark corner of the long street.

"Exiled Immortal..."

"Truly dashing in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, a dashing swordsman."

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, taking in the scene in front of the door, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes.

"That's just how my immortal brother is..."

Ning Rongrong clutched the clay sword tightly in her hand, gazing intently at the white-robed boy who was surrounded by admirers, and murmured softly.

Chen Xin frowned.

"Rongrong, you can go now."

"Grandpa Jian, I..."

Chen Xin said softly:
"Even though the banished immortal once declared that he would never see you again, you still gave your all in the battle at the Papal Palace."

"In any case, we can be considered friends. The immortal is not a narrow-minded person."

Ning Rongrong's pretty face suddenly turned pale.

"I……"

"Go."

Dust settles on the sleeves of her robe.

A gentle force silently carried Ning Rongrong out of the alley corner, her feet stepping on an invisible sword aura, and in the blink of an eye, she landed in front of Shanxiangfang.

"Ok?"

"This is……"

Huo Wushuang, Feng Buyu, Feng Xiaotian, and the others, who were chatting and laughing freely, all stared at Ning Rongrong as she appeared.

Immediately.

Everyone glanced at Li Zhexian with subtle expressions.

They knew a little about the past of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's darling and the banished immortal.

Li Zhexian sensed the sword energy and looked toward the corner of the alley.

Upon seeing the white-clad swordsman, he bowed respectfully from afar.

"A keen sword sense; he's just one step away from the fifth realm of swordsmanship..."

Chen Xin nodded slightly, his figure transforming into a sword aura that dissipated into the air.

Li Zhexian withdrew his gaze and looked at Ning Rongrong in front of him.

Five years had passed, and her demeanor had become much more aloof and refined, yet now she carried a hint of timid apprehension.

He sighed inwardly.

"Welcome! It's been five years. How have you been?"

Ning Rongrong was taken aback at first, but then realized that Li Zhexian was talking to her. Her beautiful eyes instantly welled up with tears, and she nodded vigorously.

Fearing it might seem perfunctory, she hurriedly nodded again, this time very firmly. "I...I'm fine! Immortal Brother..."

The atmosphere was somewhat stagnant.

They immediately felt relieved.

however.

I didn't have time to elaborate further.

The air on the long street suddenly turned two degrees colder.

A group of girls dressed in ice-blue dresses walked gracefully by, like lotus flowers in a cold pond.

The man at the head of the group, when his gaze fell upon the crowd in front of Shanxiangfang, especially the white-robed youth at the very front, his eyes flickered slightly:
"Shui Bing'er, leading the Tianshui team, is going to keep our five-year promise!"

Shui Bing'er still maintained her composure.

Shuiyue'er, holding Xuewu's hand, joined Li Zhexian and the others with laughter.

To Li Zhexian's surprise, an old friend also came at the end.

“Ji… Brother Ji…”

Oscar licked his chapped lips, looking somewhat disheveled.

Surrounded by this group of dazzling and brilliant talents, he felt a hint of unease and inferiority on his face.

Li Zhexian was slightly surprised:
"Oscar? How do you know about this five-year agreement?"

"Back in the Northern Border, Brother Ji, you mentioned to Miss Shui Bing'er and the others... I... I happened to overhear..."

Oscar glanced at Ning Rongrong beside Li Zhexian with a complicated expression.

"Brother Ji, I'm so glad to see you're alright..."

He gritted his teeth and was about to turn and leave.

Li Zhexian had already put her arm around him and walked into Shanxiangfang while chatting and laughing with the others.

"Once you're here, you're a friend."

"Just call me Brother Ji."

Oscar nodded frantically, his eyes red-rimmed.

Huo Wushuang, Feng Xiaotian, and the others asked with curiosity and a smile:

"Brother Immortal, when did you acquire the nickname 'Brother Lonely'?"

Li Zhexian laughed and said:
"The name used when in the North."

"I'll have a good talk with you all later, over some wine."

"Hahaha! That's great!"

Under the envious gazes of passersby on the street.

The group, in a grand procession, stepped into Shanxiangfang.

Just before entering.

Li Zhexian suddenly remembered something.

He patted Yu Tianheng and Feng Buyu on the shoulder:
"Please keep an eye on things for me for a moment, brothers. The dishes still need some time to prepare. I'll be right back!"

Say it.

He turned and quickly walked back to the door.

Just then, a stunningly beautiful blonde girl walked towards them.

Li Zhexian immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xue'er, you've finally arrived."

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were filled with a smile.

"How could I not keep your appointment?"

"If I don't come, who will pay for your drinks?"

Inside Shanxiangfang.

Li Bai, the banished immortal, hosted a banquet for his close friends, fulfilling their five-year promise.

at the same time.

Tian Dou City Gate.

The storyteller and the spirit master entered the city.

Meanwhile, in the Spirit Hall branch of Heaven Dou City.

In the dimly lit hall filled with the smoke of incense.

Platinum Bishop Salas opened his cloudy, pale eyes.

"Has news of Li Zhexian's return reached the Holy City?"

"Reporting to the bishop, a message has been sent back by messenger birds; a holy letter has arrived."

"Um……"

As Salas unwrapped the letter, he slowly said:

"Is Li Zhexian hosting a banquet for those rebellious soul masters from five years ago?"

"Ha, that brat Li Zhexian still doesn't know his own limitations!"

The letter was opened.

Salas looked down.

Those cloudy eyes widened even more.

"His Holiness the Pope has other important matters to attend to and hereby orders Platinum Bishop Salas to lead the Spirit Hall followers of Heaven Dou City to test Li Zhexian's strength..."

Salas hurriedly looked up.

"Did any elders accompany the messenger?"

"No."

Salas's hands trembled.

The letter slipped from his hand.

"Let me test Li Zhexian?"

"I?"

　There will be a chapter tomorrow morning.
　　Goodnight, dear readers~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)