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

Chapter 287 Qian Renxue's Inner Monologue: The Purifying Sword Intent Slays the Scythe-Wielding Demon Shadow
Within the secret realm.

Qian Renxue's gaze swept over the gradually decaying courtyard.

Finally, it stopped on that patch of dimly lit hibiscus in the flowerbed.

—This was her favorite flower.

Just at this time.

A gentle breeze blows.

A petal fluttered down and drifted gently to her eyes.

Qian Renxue subconsciously reached out her slender hand.

The petals gently rested in her palm.

Seeing the misty tears in her eyes and her absent-mindedness, Li Zhexian asked:
"Xue'er, what's wrong?"

Qian Renxue remained silent for a long while, then gently shook her head:

"I don't know why..."

"I suddenly feel a little sad."

Li Zhexian gripped the ring in his hand and embraced the girl who was silently weeping.

When should this ring be given to Qian Renxue?
"Immortal, you... have comprehended the sword?"

After a brief moment of tenderness.

Qian Renxue lifted her face from Li Zhexian's embrace, her golden eyes reflecting the morning sun.

"Ah."

Li Zhexian smiled and responded.

Qian Renxue smiled.

"Moreover, the blood of the gods has been obtained, and Zhu Qing can wake up."

She did not ask what Li Zhexian had experienced in that room.

If Li Zhexian wanted to say it...

She will naturally tell him.

Li Zhexian let out a soft breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his chest.
Then, he took Qian Renxue's hand and sat down at the fairly clean stone table.

"Xue'er, I've come across a fine wine..."

Qianrenxue's question:
"Drinking here? Aren't you going to leave the secret realm?"

"No rush, there's still half a day left."

As Li Zhexian spoke, he summoned the Clear Spring Wine Pot, and his soul power quietly landed on the silhouette of a gentle woman engraved on the pot.

The woman gracefully flicked her sleeve.

The mellow, white wine has already trickled into the glass.

He pushed the wine glass in front of Qian Renxue.

Aren't you going to drink?

"No."

Li Zhexian shook his head.

This wine is unsuitable for anyone except Qian Renxue.

Fortunately, the spirit of wine grants him the ability to freely pour any type of wine.

"it is good."

Qian Renxue never doubted anything Li Zhexian said.

She tilted her swan-like neck back and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

Li Zhexian's voice tightened slightly:
"how?"

Qian Renxue gently touched her lips with her fingertips.

The wine went down my throat like a warm current, not scorching.

But what followed was an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

The aura was warm and compassionate...

She carried with her a tenderness that had long since faded from her memory and was now almost a luxury.

A soft sigh, seemingly both timid and pitiful, carrying endless guilt, brushed against her heart.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Her slender fingers gripped the cup tightly, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

A single tear silently slid down from the corner of her eye, dripping into the cup and creating ripples.

She did not utter a word.

He drank the remaining wine.

a long time.

Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes and looked at Li Zhexian, her voice trembling as she said:

"Exiled Immortal..."

"Where did this wine come from?"

Li Zhexian raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her cheek and asked softly:

"Could you tell me about your mother?"

Qian Renxue's body stiffened, then she turned around.

"Immortal...I'm sorry."

I don't want to talk about that woman.

This was the first time she had rejected Li Zhexian.

"When I was nine years old, I became 'Xue Qinghe'."

Her tone was so calm, as if she were telling someone else's story, that you couldn't tell if she was sad or happy.

"I have been confined by the red walls for more than ten years, and the memorials I have submitted have become shackles."

"All my thoughts and efforts are focused on that cold throne."

"Every step I take, every word I speak, even every expression I make, is for one purpose only..."

Qian Renxue turned her head and looked at Li Zhexian with tears streaming down her face.

“I walk fast and steady, and never deviate from the established path.”

"Because I know that no one is waiting for me ahead, and no one will call me home when I am lost." "For a child who grows up in love, getting lost is like a novel journey, and a light will always guide them home."

"But what about me..."

Li Zhexian's Adam's apple bobbed.

The hot spring wine pot in my hand burned my heart.

The compassionate dew, though a fine brew for calming the mind, cannot heal the long-standing wounds of a thousand-foot snowflake.

"ring……"

"We'll have to wait and give it to Xue'er later."

Li Zhexian embraced Qian Renxue and soothed her gently.

Outside the secret realm.

The clear sword mark on the dark purple sky gradually faded, but the house remained silent.

The crowd gradually became restless.

"Li Zhexian's sword strike was so terrifying, why was there no follow-up?!"

"What are you still lingering in the secret realm for? Quickly crush the key and come out!"

"The seven-day deadline is almost over, with only half a day left. It's time for Li Zhexian to come out!"

Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others stared intently at the unfathomable Bibi Dong, their bodies tense as if facing a formidable enemy.

Ning Fengzhi said solemnly:

"Waiting for the banished immortal to appear."

"I wonder what this woman is up to."

Bibi Dong leaned lazily against the throne.

They ignored the aura lock-on from several titled Douluo.

A pair of eyes, like amethyst crystals, gazed at the light screen, and the smile on her lips grew even wider.

"Why isn't that kid coming out yet?"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei frowned impatiently and said:

"The waning moon is about to disappear..."

The two had barely finished speaking.

Outside the square.

The onlookers suddenly gasped in surprise.

"The scythe-wielding demonic figure charged towards Li Zhexian's room!"

In the secret realm.

The waning moon gradually disappeared.

The sound of scythes scraping the ground echoed throughout the desolate city, drawing ever closer.

Bibi Dong's dwelling, which she called "Good Thoughts," could only accommodate one person.

This attracted the scythe-wielding demon.

A scythe-wielding demonic figure, over ten meters tall, stood outside the courtyard.

From within the robe formed of black mist, a slender, pale-blue hand reached out to grab Li Zhexian.

Li Bai's aura was as pure and clear as a lotus.

Secluded from the world, living alone in a filthy and secret place.

Faced with the clutches of a monstrous, corrupt force.

He pointed his fingers like a sword.

It brushed against the blade of the Azure Lotus Sword.

Zheng——!
The sword rang out clearly and melodiously, echoing in all directions.

Twelve blue lotuses bloomed one after another from the sword's edge, their misty, clear light flowing like a rainbow.

"The Eighth Form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song - Cleansing the Glass!"

A crystal-clear, crystalline sword aura flowed silently from the tip of the Azure Lotus Sword.

It seems slow.

Yet it instantly transcends time and space.

Wherever you go.

The stench of decay dissipated like ice and snow.

Even the murky air became clear and transparent.

The outstretched, pale hand was soaked in the light of the crystal sword.

Starting from the fingertips, it crumbled inch by inch, the entire arm evaporating like morning dew, purified between heaven and earth.

Where the sword energy swept past, only a faint glow remained, along with a pure and refreshing atmosphere.

“Ahhhhh——!”

A sharp screech unleashed a tangible sonic wave that reverberated throughout the desolate city.

Two other scythe-wielding demonic figures rushed over upon hearing the noise.

With a single sword strike, he severed half of the demonic shadow's arm.

Li Zhexian remained calm as he grasped Qian Renxue's hand.

The key was crushed the instant the three demonic figures attacked simultaneously.

The moment the dark purple soul power enveloped his entire body.

Suddenly, Li Zhexian saw several terrifying figures with profound and imposing auras appearing on the endless rows of houses in the desolate city.

"A bunch of trash."

"I will only show myself after I have left."

"The dead are reborn? If you dare to return to the mortal realm, I will annihilate you, body and soul."

Li Zhexian's indifferent voice rang out.

In the moment before leaving.

He swung the Azure Lotus Sword once more.

The glazed sword light, like divine punishment, slashed towards those terrifying figures.

(End of this chapter)