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

Chapter 233 Li Zhexian is about to have new wine to drink! The Spirit Hall secretly gathers ten thousand Soul Masters.

"Five...Five Treasures?!"

The disciples gasped in disbelief.

"Entering the Starry Sky Barrier for the first time, I actually obtained five treasures?!"

"Senior Brother the Immortal cheated?!"

Ning Fengzhi's gaze swept over them.

All the disciples fell silent.

He, along with Chenxin and Gurong, stared at Li Zhexian for several breaths before asking:
"Exiled Immortal..."

"You've cultivated your spiritual power?"

Li Zhexian shook his head.

"Entering obstacles to search for treasure is an agonizing ordeal."

"I'm just holding on for a little longer."

This is not a humble statement.

Those who emerge from the hellish city of slaughter all try their best to quell their murderous intent to avoid affecting their minds.

But he contained his killing intent within his sword and endured it through sheer willpower.

The spiritual impact of the Seven Treasures Starry Sky Barrier was like ten thousand ants devouring one's soul.

But for him...

I can still endure!
These words, however, were like a thunderclap to others.

Who among those present hasn't experienced the hardship of navigating obstacles to retrieve treasures?

It should be known that a broken bone can heal in a hundred days, but a shattered soul is hard to reunite!

The pain of the spirit is a hundred times worse than the pain of the body!
Li Zhexian endured an hour and a half to obtain the five treasures.
Think of this.

The disciples all looked at the boy whose face was as white as paper.

The awe in their eyes was almost tangible.

"Exiled Immortal..."

Ning Fengzhi wanted to ask more questions.

Ning Rongrong frowned and took a step forward.

“Brother Immortal is exhausted. Let him rest for a while before asking questions.”

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement.

Dust and heart are drawn together in a virtual gesture.

The crimson sword energy that supported Li Zhexian.

It carried him steadily away, gliding along the forest path.

Ning Rongrong felt a surge of soul power beneath her feet and followed closely behind, still worried.

"This child is truly a prodigy!"

The ancient banyan tree emitted a hoarse laugh.

Chen Xin looked back at the entrance to the starry sky barrier, which was as smoky as mist, and a hint of heat quietly rose in his deep eyes.

"perhaps……"

"It is indeed possible for a banished immortal to comprehend the spirit power of swordsmanship."

The days that followed.

Li Bai seemed to be bewitched.

They tirelessly rushed towards the Seven Treasures Starry Sky Barrier every day.

That almost self-destructive madness sent chills down the spines of all the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Even those within the sect known for their diligence only enter the barrier once every seven days.

There's no other reason than that the excruciating pain, the mental exhaustion, and the feeling of being turned upside down would take at least several days to subside.

But this ironclad rule.

This is completely absent in Li Zhexian.

Although every time he stepped out of the star barrier, he was unsteady on his feet, pale-faced, and with a vacant look in his eyes.

It looked as if he was about to collapse to the ground at any moment.

But every morning, a figure in white would resolutely fly towards the direction of the Starry Sky Barrier.

Its progress was also astonishing.

On the third day alone, Li Zhexian obtained the six treasures.

Word spread.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was thrown into turmoil.

Hold the breast protector with your palm.

Li Zhexian knelt on one knee on the flowing crystal sand, veins bulging on his forehead and cold sweat soaking his temples.

"The sixth treasure..."

"It's a stick of incense faster than last time."

"Although obtaining the seventh treasure is as difficult as ascending to heaven, it is not impossible."

The seventh treasure was a glass bead the size of a fingernail, with thirty-two colors flowing throughout and twenty-four hidden patterns inside and out.

Amidst a surging torrent of magical treasures, and countless identical counterfeit beads, the difficulty of precisely seizing this particular bead is immense…

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle!
Li Zhexian, however, possessed self-confidence.

However, there was no joy on his pale face.

They picked the seven treasures.

That was not his ultimate goal.

He wants to comprehend the spiritual power of sword intent!
But so far there's still no clue.

"Perhaps..." "'Liguang Fumeng Yin' can help me."

Li Zhexian looked at a bottle of wine standing steadily on the flowing star sand not far away.

Li Zhexian is going to have some new wine to drink again!
According to the "Record of Brewing":
The Crystal Floating Dream Drink requires crystal star sand as charcoal, several kinds of spiritual herbs to nourish the spirit, and a raging torrent of spirit as fire to be refined into a brew.

Its effects can heal mental wounds and nourish the essence of the soul.

Li Zhexian licked his lips.

"With the Radiant Dream Drink..."

"Then I can last longer inside the star barrier!"

"There's a bit more hope for Wu Jian now!"

His heart is as clear as a mirror.

No matter how good the celestial wine is, it is ultimately an external thing. Like the fine wines and elixirs of the past, they are merely icing on the cake after the sword intent has been perfected.

True sword intent is only born in the crucible of life and death, or in the arduous process of meditation and enlightenment.

In the blink of an eye.

In a corner of the torrent of treasures, an inconspicuous bead makes a fleeting, stunning appearance in a crevice.

Li Zhexian's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light.

His white shirt billowed like a sail, and his figure shot out like an arrow. His index and middle fingers were joined together like a sword, piercing the fleeting gap with unparalleled precision.

laugh--

The glass bead was held firmly between two fingers.

next second.

boom--! ! !
The power of the seventh treasure's shattering far surpasses that of the first six treasures.

The violent mental turbulence that distorted the void exploded like the roar of a ferocious beast.

"Humph……"

Li Zhexian let out a muffled groan.

Blood was oozing from the ears, nose, and mouth.

The white shirt was torn apart by the immense force, flying wildly backward. The person was thrown a hundred meters away like a kite with a broken string.

That feeling...

It felt as if millions of poisoned needles, carrying soul-corroding fire, were repeatedly piercing the soul.

Li Zhexian lay supine on the crystal sand, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

The world spun around me, and the buzzing sound pierced my ears, almost making my head explode.

pain!
Painful!

Li Zhexian opened his eyes with difficulty, and a chilling light suddenly shone deep within his bloodshot eyes.

"The feeling of the spirit washing over flesh and blood...it's so profound..."

"Although my spiritual power has vanished... it has left a mark on my body..."

"Spiritual power is invisible... sword intent is also hard to find... so let's use the simplest method..."

Think about this.

Even with his unyielding swordsmanship, a hint of fear flickered across his brow.

His eyes flickered for a long time.

"Done!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the bottle of wine standing quietly on the sand, his eyes surging with an almost insane stubbornness.

"Without madness, how can one comprehend the sword!"

"Tonight, we must brew the 'Radiant Dream Drink'!"

"Now that I have the divine brew to heal my emotional wounds, I should work even harder!"

Under the gazes of awe and reverence.

Li Zhexian staggered out of the entrance to the Starry Sky Barrier.

Ning Rongrong instinctively wanted to step forward to help, but she stopped abruptly, only daring to follow at a distance.

"It was no accident that the banished immortal could dominate an entire generation."

Gu Rong's voice was hoarse, full of amazement.

Ning Fengzhi deeply agreed.

He looked at his daughter's figure, which seemed to want to approach but hesitated, and felt a complex mix of emotions that he couldn't express, which he then let out a soft breath.

"Why should a child foresee his destiny? Everyone has their own boat to sail..."

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the twilight, falling into the depths of the starry barrier.

"The banished immortal focused solely on comprehending the sword."

"I hope he gets what he wants."

Until the figures of the boy and girl disappeared into the depths of the forest path.

Ning Feng condensed his soul power into a thread, and his voice quietly entered the ears of Chen Xin and Gu Rong:

"Has the Spirit Hall made any unusual moves?"

Chen Xin and Gu Rong's expressions hardened.

"If we hadn't been on guard beforehand, we would have been completely deceived. The Spirit Hall secretly gathered ten thousand Soul Masters!"

"The Immortal's prediction was correct; the Spirit Hall is likely about to stir up a storm!"

"I hope my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can survive this calamity..."

　Sorry, dear readers, I've been too busy today.

　　I can't find time to write this morning...

　　Two chapters tonight are normal...

　　
　
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