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

Chapter 308 Qian Renxue's Meeting with Zhu Zhuqing, Li Zhexian: No, Xue'er, you've come at just the right time.

Tiandou City.

In Li Zhexian's courtyard.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others were originally busy assisting the Wind Sword Sect in its relocation, but on this day they all gathered here.

Under the four-season plum blossoms.

Ning Fengzhi took a sip of his wine, smiled, and spoke:
“Bibi Dong also sent us an invitation.”

"However, it was issued in the name of the Spirit Hall, and the handwriting was stiff, as if it was written by a bishop."

“Immortal, it seems that in Bibi Dong’s eyes, you are more worthy of her ‘remembering’ than the rest of us.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, and Feng Bailong all nodded and smiled in response, their eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

Li Zhexian shook his head and smiled bitterly:
"Please don't make fun of me, seniors."

“It is true that Bibi Dong wants to get rid of me as soon as possible.”

After three rounds of drinking.

Gu Rong's voice was hoarse, so let's get to the point:
"how?"

"The invitation has arrived."

"To go or not to go?"

Ning Fengzhi turned to Li Zhexian and asked with a smile:
"Immortal, what do you think?"

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others all looked at him.

Li Bai knew this in his heart.

This was a decision made by several senior colleagues who intentionally considered his actions within the broader context.

He hesitated for a moment, then said decisively:

"Don't go."

"We've already broken ties with the Spirit Hall, there's no need for any more pretense."

"In the meantime, we only need to prepare our troops and wait for the Spirit Hall... or rather the Spirit Empire, to rise up in rebellion."

"When the war begins, it will be time to fight Bibi Dong to the death."

"Oh?"

Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and the others nodded slightly after hearing the first half of the sentence.

Li Zhexian predicted that Bibi Dong would definitely start a war.

Several people looked at each other.

Their expressions all turned serious.

"Immortal, are you so certain that Bibi Dong will wage war against the heavens?"

Ning Feng asked in a solemn voice.

He knew that Bibi Dong would take action after establishing her kingdom.

However, the Spirit Hall has suffered repeated setbacks, and now the Heavenly Dou Sect is joined by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Wind Sword School.

Even if the Spirit Hall is powerful, it should still have some reservations.

Chen Xin, Dugu Bo, and the others shared the same thoughts, their gazes fixed intently on Li Zhexian.

"She definitely will."

Li Zhexian did not hesitate at all.

Following the original plot trajectory.

Even if one does not perfectly pass the eight tests of the Rakshasa.

Bibi Dong could not suppress her ambition to conquer the world and ignited war on the continent.

And this life.

Having severed all ties and perfectly passed the eighth test, she will only become more ruthless and unscrupulous.

only……

There is one thing about Li Zhexian that is difficult to ascertain.

"Now that the three sects of Tiandou have joined forces, if we can also ask Senior Xue Di for help..."

"Even if the Hall of Worship appears in the world, it is not necessarily impossible to fight it."

"What other tricks does Bibi Dong have up her sleeve?"

After discussing it, none of them accepted Bibi Dong's invitation.

After chatting for a while, they went about their own business.

The relocation of the Wind Sword Sect is not yet complete, and Chen Xin and Dugu Bo need to continue to help.

Although Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen had some doubts about Li Zhexian's words, they both returned to their sects to make preparations.

If a great war is imminent.

Preparing even a year in advance is not excessive.

Preparing for battle and forging weapons and armor both require time.

After seeing off several senior colleagues.

Li Zhexian lay back in the recliner under the plum tree in the courtyard, enjoying this rare moment of leisure.

he knows.

This tranquility won't last long.

He reached out and flicked his hand.

On the plum tree, which had been almost half stripped bare by Huo Wu, a plump, purplish-red fruit fell into his palm.

Taking a bite, the aroma of fruit filled the air, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafted from above. But what Li Zhexian was thinking about was the path ahead.

“After Bibi Dong establishes her country, she will not immediately start a war.” “She needs to maintain her own and the Spirit Empire’s glorious image, so she needs a so-called ‘righteous’ name to send troops.”

"During this period of time..."

"My swordsmanship has slowed down, and I have no clue how to master the ninth form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song."

"Why not focus all our efforts on improving our soul power and strive to break through level 70 and become a Soul Saint before the war breaks out?"

He did not forget his promise to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm.

"If I'm not mistaken, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm may be born ahead of schedule due to my influence."

"If my seventh spirit ring were the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, a million-year-old spirit beast..."

Even someone as pure-hearted as Li Zhexian could not achieve such a feat.

Think of this.

My heart was stirred.

The Soul Saint realm is a major watershed in the Soul Master system.

The soul ring absorbed at level 70, regardless of the type or age of the soul beast, will only grant one soul skill—Martial Soul True Body.

The higher the age of the seventh spirit ring, the stronger the effect of the Martial Soul True Body, and the greater the potential for the spirit master's future development.

"For a soul beast like the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, which only has a limited cultivation period but whose bloodline is not particularly powerful."

"Becoming the seventh spirit ring and cultivating a million-year martial spirit true body may be the best solution to improve strength."

"By then..."

"I will possess an unprecedented and unparalleled Martial Soul True Body."

"My Azure Lotus Sword will be even sharper and more incomparable."

Just as Li Zhexian's thoughts were wavering.

A familiar scent quietly entered the hospital.

He did not open his eyes.

But the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"Guess who I am?"

A pair of soft, warm hands gently covered his eyes. Zhu Zhuqing deliberately pinched her throat, her voice tinged with laughter.

Li Zhexian's smile deepened, and with a sweep of his arm, he pulled the girl behind him into his embrace.

"oops!"

Zhu Zhuqing let out a soft cry, leaned against his chest, wrapped her arms around his waist, and smiled sweetly with her little face upturned.

"Why aren't you with Xiaowu and Rongrong?"

Li Zhexian gently stroked her long hair and asked with a smile.

Zhu Zhuqing whispered:

"I saw that they were practicing diligently and didn't notice me, so I came over quietly."

A golden light swept into Tiandou City, heading straight for Li Zhexian's courtyard.

About a hundred meters away, Qian Renxue folded her wings and landed, both nervous and expectant, as she walked step by step toward the familiar courtyard gate.

As they approached, they saw that the door was not closed, with a crack in it.

through the gap.

She spotted the two people embracing under the plum tree at a glance.

Qian Renxue's fingertips trembled slightly, her soul power rippled, and she bumped the door a little wider, making a soft sound.

The two people in the courtyard looked up at the same time.

Qian Renxue panicked and quickly said:
"I'm sorry, perhaps I've come at the wrong time."

Zhu Zhuqing jumped up like a startled kitten, offering a flustered and anxious explanation:
"Xue'er, you...you..."

Li Zhexian reluctantly went to investigate.

Both arms are outstretched.

He smiled at Qian Renxue:

"No, Xue'er, you've come at just the right time."

After a while.

Li Zhexian leaned back in his recliner, with Zhu Zhuqing, whose cheeks were flushed, in his left arm and Qian Renxue, whose eyes were shy, in his right arm.

The fragrance of plum blossoms is faint, and time passes silently.

After returning to his family, Yu Yuanzhen acted swiftly and decisively, issuing several orders and making arrangements in a tight-knit manner to deal with all aspects of the war.

Until nightfall.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the study, his gaze fixed intently on an ancient scroll titled "An Old Dragon Emerging from Thunder Clouds."

Tiny arcs of lightning unconsciously flickered through his pale hair.

The old dragon in the painting also had a pair of vertical pupils that faintly shimmered with electricity, echoing the thunderous power flowing around him.

He cultivated to the level of a Title Douluo.

Each and every one of them is an exceptional individual who has overcome countless obstacles.

Naturally, he also figured out a cultivation method that best suited him...

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