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

Chapter 234 A Glimmer of Hope Remains Unfettered for Ning Rongrong; Floating Dreams of Glass Brewed
The setting sun is like blood.

When Li Zhexian dragged his feet back to the courtyard.

The last vestiges of twilight have been swallowed by the night.

The four walls of the courtyard are inlaid with lustrous moonstones, which cast a soft glow, illuminating the flowers and plants in the garden and creating a unique and enchanting atmosphere.

pity.

Li Bai had no interest in appreciating the scenery at this moment.

He didn't even glance at the four exquisite dishes on the stone table.

His body swayed.

He then collapsed into a recliner in the courtyard.

tired.

I felt exhausted, even in the deepest recesses of my bones.

They couldn't even be bothered to lift a finger.

The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and food.

he knows.

This was done by Ning Rongrong.

That pampered young lady who never lifted a finger for anything has gone to such lengths for him; she's truly devoted herself to him.

but.

Li Zhexian didn't touch a single bite.

No matter how Ning Rongrong came up with new ideas every day.

He still didn't eat a single grain of rice.

It's not that he's stingy.

only……

He has too many romantic entanglements.

Since I don't want to have any more emotional entanglements with this childhood sweetheart.

Then it should be cut off cleanly and completely.

Not a sliver of hope can be given.

This is good for everyone.

While thinking.

It exhausted Li Zhexian's last bit of strength.

Just at this time.

A gentle evening breeze swept through the courtyard.

call--

call--

The bamboo chair creaked and swayed gently.

Li Zhexian's eyelids drooped, and he drifted off to sleep.

Half an hour passed.

A slender figure quietly stepped into the courtyard.

Ning Rongrong first bent down.

They carefully covered the boy with a thin blanket.

She then squatted down to the side, her beautiful eyes gazing intently at the sleeping face that looked exceptionally handsome in the moonlight.

Time seemed to stand still.

Until the corner of the courtyard.

She was awakened by the faint sound of a night-sleeping grass closing its leaves.

His gaze fell on the stone table.

The untouched dishes caught my eye.

Ning Rongrong's eyes welled up with tears. She sniffed hard to stop the tears from falling.

He silently got up.

Bring the food to the kitchen.

Place it in a steamer to keep it warm.

just in case……

Is the immortal brother hungry after waking up?
He should always have something hot to eat.

As he raised his hand, his sleeve slipped down, revealing a red burn on his wrist.

"hiss……"

Ning Rongrong gasped and hurriedly turned to look at the recliner.

Seeing that the boy's breathing was still steady, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

She has no idea how to cook anything...

Even during the years he trained in the Star Dou Great Forest, he only managed to learn how to grill fish, and filled his stomach with whatever meat or vegetables he could find.

The word "culinary skill" has never been associated with her.

But she was willing to give it a try for Li Zhexian.

These days, she spends all her time in the kitchen, clumsily learning from the cook. After a lot of frantic activity, she can barely manage to serve up a few decent dishes.

Is it hard?
It's certainly hard work.

Yet a touch of sweetness lingered in my heart.

even……

A false sense of satisfaction arises in the heart.

After setting the food out, Ning Rongrong leaned against the kitchen door and looked at the sleeping boy once more.

“Brother Immortal…”

"If only you could stay in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School forever..."

"Rongrong won't give up..."

“Until the day you truly forgive me…” Ning Rongrong clenched the small clay sword in front of her chest with her slender hand.

She believes in herself.

Just as the night-sleeping grass doesn't need to respond to the moonlight, it will naturally gather into dreams every night, and even metal and stone can be moved by sincerity, Ning Rongrong believes that Li Zhexian's sword will eventually become soft.

This sleep.

I slept until the eastern sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn.

Li Zhexian slowly awoke as the bamboo chair swayed gently.

He stretched his muscles and bones.

A series of crisp, popping sounds, like popping beans, suddenly rang out all around.

I glanced down and saw the thin blanket covering me.

He lifted it up expressionlessly.

As soon as he stood up, he stumbled.

Li Zhexian gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, as a sharp pain, like thousands of steel needles churning in his brain, suddenly struck him.

If he hadn't grabbed the armrest of the bamboo chair in time, he probably would have fallen to the ground.

"The 'Floating Dream of Crystal Light' must be made!"

He was breathing heavily, his voice low and hoarse.

"Otherwise, today, and for some time to come, you will not be able to enter the Seven Treasures Starry Sky Barrier again."

It wasn't that he lacked willpower.

He was truly exhausted of mental energy and had reached his limit.

A night's sleep was far from enough to heal the ravages he suffered in the Starry Sky Barrier.

If we continue to force it, it may damage the very foundation.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath of foul air.

Without further hesitation, Li Zhexian flicked his sleeve.

A glass wine pot landed steadily on the stone table.

The wine in the pot was strange, like a miniature starry sky, with specks of stardust flowing and surging within, emitting a pure and vibrant spiritual energy.

“‘Liguang Fumeng Yin’ is already taking shape.”

"Next, we need to incorporate the essence of spiritual herbs that nourish spiritual power, and then use our own spiritual power as a catalyst to catalyze the fusion."

"During this fusion and fermentation process, there will inevitably be a backlash of spiritual energy!"

"If you can get through this, the elixir will be ready!"

"Fortunately, Senior Dugu gifted me spiritual herbs..."

Li Zhexian immediately sat cross-legged in front of the wine pot.

Thoughts moved slightly.

The nascent spiritual power is like an invisible hand.

Rare and precious herbs were lifted into the air and instantly shredded.

Drops of vibrant green juice, brimming with life, fall into the dreamlike wine.

buzz-

buzz-

At this moment, the sun and moon are alternating, and the energies of heaven and earth are interacting.

Ripples of spiritual energy, shimmering with tiny starlight, spread from the increasingly clear and pure wine.

This continued for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

boom--! ! !
An invisible surge of spiritual energy swept through the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at an alarming speed.

The morning dew on the tips of the grass blades was shaken off, and the leaves of the trees on the mountain rustled and moved without wind. The disciples who were exercising or having breakfast in the morning felt a momentary sense of disorientation, no matter where they were.

"Um?!"

At the top of the cliff.

Ning Fengzhi, who was using the morning mist to cleanse his mind, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with lightning speed, and an invisible spiritual force burst forth, violently dispersing the mist that clung to the cliff top.

"Such pure and refined mental fluctuations..."

A look of surprise and doubt flashed across Ning Fengzhi's face, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Although his soul power was only level 79.

But with his seven-aperture exquisite heart and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, when it comes to the subtlety and vastness of his spiritual power, even ordinary titled Douluo can hardly compare to him!
Above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Ning Fengzhi, Chenxin, and Gurong appeared one after another.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, you've noticed it too?"

"Ah."

Chen Xin's face was calm, and he nodded slightly.

"This fluctuation of spiritual power can actually cover most of the sect..."

A wide black robe draped over Gu Rong's seemingly muscular yet terrifyingly powerful body, and his voice was hoarse:
What is the source?

"The purity of his spiritual power is something I have never heard of before!"

The three men looked solemn as they surveyed the sect.

however.

The fluctuation came quickly and went quickly.

It vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

until……

They saw...

The boy in the plain white robe rushed out of the courtyard.

He stepped through the forest path, still damp with dew, as the first rays of dawn shone through the woods. His clothes fluttered, startling countless dewdrops, yet he himself remained completely dry.

They couldn't wait to speed towards the Seven Treasures Starry Sky Barrier...

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