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

Chapter 230 Return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! The once disheveled youth is now renowned throughout the Heavenly Dou Sect.
The aristocratic etiquette I've learned these past few days, and the so-called peaceful state of mind I've cultivated.

Upon hearing the words, "Do you really fear that sword and wine so much?", it shattered into pieces.

Tang San's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

fear?

It's more than just fear!
From the crushing defeat in the Soul Master Competition to the utter annihilation in the Slaughter City...

He crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and was about to pass through the Hell Road, but in the end he was half a step slower than Li Zhexian!

They even missed out on the God of Slaughter's Domain!
Li Zhexian seemed to be his nemesis, haunting him and almost becoming his inner demon!

"Ugh……"

Tang Yuehua sighed softly as she looked at Tang San's distraught appearance.

In her eyes.

This child possesses exceptional character and talent.

Unfortunately, I was born at the wrong time.

In the same era, a prodigy like Li Zhexian emerged.

Having lived in Tiandou City for so long, how could she not know the weight that Lord Jianjiu held in the hearts of the people of Tiandou?
She had even disguised herself and stolen from the street stalls she usually looked down upon several times.

Just to listen for a little while.

The legend of swords and wine told by storytellers.

Have to admit.

He was indeed an extremely dashing young man.

Just this.

It is absolutely forbidden to mention this in front of Tang San.

Tang Yuehua pondered for a moment, then said gently:
"Don't worry, mistress."

"You also have the number one sect in the world behind you."

"Even if the sect still harbors resentment over what happened back then, no one can erase the fact that you have the sect's blood flowing in your veins."

"Once you've finished learning this musical score, your aunt will take you..."

"Recognizing one's ancestors and returning to one's roots!"

One day later.

Li Bai reined in his horse before Qibao Mountain.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is based here.

The mountains are beautiful, with layers of verdant peaks, and palaces with red tiles and green walls are built against the mountains, stretching endlessly.

The most eye-catching.

It is the colorful glazed tiles that cover the countless domes.

Under the sunlight, from a distance, they resemble shimmering, colorful glass bubbles.

Li Zhexian then dismounted.

Hundreds of disciples dressed in jewel-encrusted robes immediately emerged from the majestic mountain gate.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

One's social status can be discerned simply by looking at the jewels on their robes.

The more gems one possesses, the higher one's status.

That cloud-patterned robe inlaid with seven gemstones could only be worn by Sect Master Ning Fengzhi and the two sect elders, Jian and Gu.

wow——

wow——

The hundreds of disciples, their chest adorned with gleaming gems, stood in unison on either side of the sect's long staircase, heads held high, looking down at the white-robed youth below. Their voices rose like a tidal wave, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"Welcome back to the sect, Senior Brother Immortal!"

"Hahahaha!"

A burst of hearty laughter suddenly rang out.

Ning Fengzhi took the lead, flanked by Chen Xin and Gu Rong, and quickly descended the high steps.

His gaze fell on Li Zhexian, and seeing that the latter still possessed the same charm as the young man he had five years ago, his eyes brimmed with undisguised satisfaction:
"We've been waiting for this day for so long!"

"Immortal, you've finally decided to return to your sect!"

Ning Rongrong stood gracefully to the side, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the sect's highest-level welcoming ceremony, secretly applauding her father's efforts.

"Sect Leader Ning, Senior Chenxin, Senior Gurong."

Li Zhexian cupped his hands, his voice neither humble nor arrogant, nor overly dramatic.

He then chatted and laughed with Ning Fengzhi and the other two as they slowly climbed the steps.

The disciples on both sides looked at them with overwhelming awe.

In this Tian Dou territory today, who doesn't know the name of Sword Wine?

The boy who left the sect in a sorry state back then has now become famous throughout the world and returned home in glory.

Today's spectacle, with the sect leader and the sect's most respected elders all present, along with the elites of the entire sect, represents the full strength of the sect and is unprecedented.

Furthermore, the sect leader had given a strict order beforehand:

If anyone utters even a single idle word today, their soul power will be stripped and they will be expelled from the sect!

A solemn silence reigned.

Li Zhexian reached the top of the long staircase. He paused slightly, then turned abruptly to face the awe-inspiring eyes below, and chuckled softly:
"The banished immortal greets you all."

"My visit to your esteemed clan is solely to pay respects to a few senior members, not to return to my ancestral home."

"There's no need for you all to call me Senior Brother. I appreciate your kind hospitality today and thank you."

The words fell.

Ignoring the astonished looks on their faces.

Li Zhexian had turned to Ning Fengzhi and bowed respectfully.
"Sect Leader Ning, please."

A hint of bitterness crept into Ning Fengzhi's smile.

Both Chenxin and Gurong remained silent.

The joy on Ning Rongrong's pretty face faded, and she lowered her eyes, a hint of sadness flashing across her beautiful gaze.

Li Zhexian arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

A grand banquet was planned.

Ning Fengzhi even ordered the felling of half a mountain of green trees, just so that the bonfire could burn even brighter tonight.

However, Li Zhexian only ate a few bites before leaving the table, citing the fatigue of his journey.

It only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong also made an excuse to leave.

As the important figures left one after another, the disciples at the table breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere gradually became more lively.

Ning Rongrong gazed in the direction Li Zhexian had left, then looked at the path her father and the others had disappeared down, her pretty face showing a look of confusion.

"This is Dad's study..."

"It is only used when entertaining distinguished guests or discussing important matters..."

Ning Rongrong peeked her head out from behind the wall.

He paused slightly, gazing at the few blurry figures reflected in the dim yellow light on the study window paper.

"Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, and Brother Immortal..."

"But there seem to be more than four people in the study?"

call--

The study lights suddenly went out.

A figure in white appeared silently in front of Ning Rongrong like a ghost, startling her so much that she almost cried out.

"Grandpa Jian, you..."

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as a sword, sweeping across the dim surroundings of the study before finally settling on Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, it's very late, you should go back and rest."

"……Yes."

Ning Rongrong sensed something unusual in that calm tone and obediently retreated.

moment.

An invisible sword aura flowed around Chen Xin's body.

The figure of Li Zhexian appears in the picture.

He nodded slightly to Chen Xin, and his figure once again blended into the night, instantly appearing a hundred paces away.

Not long after.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong came to Chen Xin's side.

Watching the white-clad youth disappear into the night, his figure elusive and unpredictable, Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply.
A broken mirror can never be mended.

Chen Xin remained silent for a long time before finally saying:
"His willingness to inform the Spirit Hall of its intention to attack the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and to risk his life to participate in the conflict shows his magnanimity and consideration for past relationships."

Gu Rong, who had always been dissatisfied with Li Zhexian's coldness towards Ning Rongrong, sighed at this moment:
"This kid won't talk."

But we all know in our hearts...

"He is repaying the kindness of the sect that nurtured him back then."

Ning Fengzhi slowly closed his eyes.

A deep sense of desolation crept into his eyes and brows.

"Talent is rare, but character is worth a fortune."

"This time, the immortal is very likely to save my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from annihilation."

"What does that old favor even matter?"

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu..."

"I admit..."

"I regret."

The boundless regret in his words.

This plunged Chen Xin and Gu Rong into a long silence once again.

Back then, their indulgence of Ning Rongrong only fueled the flames.

"The Myriad Manifestations Sword Dao cultivated by the banished immortal..."

A glint flashed in Chen Xin's eyes, as if he had remembered something.

"There's a place within the sect that might be able to help him..."

(End of this chapter)