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

Chapter 363 Li Zhexian finally awakens; the price of reincarnation; a storyteller arrives in town.
Li Zhexian's eyelashes had barely fluttered, and he hadn't even fully opened them, when he heard a cheerful child's voice accompanied by the sound of "tap tap tap" footsteps approaching from afar.

"Mother! Big brother is awake!"

He tried to open his eyes, but the sudden influx of sunlight made him immediately close them again.

It took me quite a while to get used to it.

My vision finally cleared.

What comes into view...

It was a child with chapped, red cheeks and a woman whose coarse linen clothes had a few blades of grass stuck to them.

"Where is this?"

His voice was hoarse and strained.

"Lijia Village."

As the woman spoke, she helped him sit up and took a rough clay cup, holding it to his lips.

"Whose child are you?"

"Why are you sleeping in the fields?"

"There's no one like you in Li Family Village..."

She kept rambling on.

The gaze that had been fixed on the boy's face suddenly paused.

His face seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible to see clearly no matter how hard you looked.

Strangely, she didn't feel surprised at all. She just vaguely felt that the boy looked pretty good and didn't seem like the kind of child that could be raised in a village.

"Little Tiger, keep an eye on things. Mom's going to start the fire and cook."

"Yes, Mother!"

After drinking the water, Li Zhexian felt much better.

She smiled at the child who was curiously looking at her, and then began to look around.

The mud-brick houses are fully visible.

Besides the earthen bed beneath them, there was only a wooden table propped up by a corner table and three old chairs worn smooth by wear.

The mud wall had faint cracks, and a few strings of wild vegetables, such as chili peppers, hung from it.

If there were any other objects in the room that could be considered "objects," it would probably be the small wooden sword in the child's hand.

"Big brother, what's your name?"

The child looked up and asked.

Li Zhexian looked at the child, remained silent for a long time, and then shook his head:

"do not know."

The child stared at him with wide, dark eyes for a few seconds, then turned and ran away.

"It's all over, Mom!"

"Big brother is an idiot!"

evening.

When the man returned from his work, he saw that the boy he had taken in was awake. He smiled simply and didn't say much.

The dinner table.

Five coarse flour buns, and two large bowls of vegetable soup glistening with oil.

As the woman distributed the coarse flour buns into bowls one by one, she muttered under her breath:
"I thought I had picked up a rich young master and could benefit from his wealth."

"That's great, he's a complete idiot who doesn't know anything."

"We've only had two days of relative ease, and now we have to feed more people again."

"Hey!"

The man tugged at her sleeve under the table.

The woman's eyebrows furrowed:
"What are you doing?"

Am I wrong?

Five fist-sized, coarse flour buns were distributed among the men (two), the child, Li Zhexian, and herself (one each).

The woman frowned even more as soon as she put the steamed buns into her bowl.

She broke off half of her own bun and put it into Li Zhexian's bowl without saying a word.

The boy looked up at him.

She took a bite of the bun in her hand, sat down on the stool made of bricks, and said in a gruff voice:
"You're so sickly, how can you get better if you don't eat more?"

"Thank you, ma'am."

After dinner, Xiao Hu pulled Li Zhe Xian to the door of the house next door.

A warm yellow light shone through the lifted curtain, and the faint scent of sandalwood wafted through the air.

The Zhang couple were devoutly clasping their hands together, and respectfully kneeling and bowing three times before a small clay sculpture on a red cloth.

Li Zhexian noticed...

Although the room was equally simple, it was spotless.

They ate simple food tonight, but the offerings in front of the clay sculpture were fresh fruits and vegetables.

"Whom are you worshipping, Aunt and Uncle?"

Xiao Hu looked at Li Zhe Xian in surprise.

"Big brother, have you really forgotten everything?"

"As a member of the Heavenly Dou Clan, how could I not know Lord Jianjiu?"

"Master Jianjiu..."

"He is a great hero of our Tiandou!"

Little Tiger's innocent face was filled with reverence.

"Although Li Family Village is remote, every household worships Lord Jianjiu!"

"Mother said that we are able to live a peaceful life and eat white flour buns now, all thanks to Lord Jianjiu!" "Lord Jianjiu is the greatest genius of all time!"

"Wielding the Azure Lotus Sword is more powerful than any god!"

Say it.

He raised the wooden sword in his hand and brandished it rapidly.

It was as if I had become that legendary young man who roamed the world with his sword.

"Little Tiger, come in."

A woman's soft call came from inside the house.

The two men walked into the house.

The woman handed three incense sticks to them.

Little Tiger knelt and bowed with practiced ease, his devotion no less than that of his father and mother.

Li Zhexian stared blankly at the simple clay sculpture with indistinct features before him, momentarily stunned.

"The people of Tiandou owe Lord Jianjiu a debt of gratitude."

The woman's expression was more solemn than ever before.

"You were able to sleep soundly until the sun was setting in the west because Lord Jianjiu defeated the Martial Soul Empire."

"Otherwise, you would have been stabbed to death by the Soul Masters of the Spirit Empire long ago."

Even the usually amiable man stopped smiling and looked at him seriously.

Li Zhexian nodded silently, took the incense sticks, knelt down, and solemnly bowed three times to the clay sculpture.

As the wisps of smoke rose.

The family's gaze softened even more as they looked at him.

"Hey, you're thinking about your own name while you watch me chop wood."

The woman led Li Zhexian into the courtyard, swung the axe with both hands, and with a few crisp "crack" sounds, the wooden stake split open.

“Once you’re feeling better, this job will be yours. We’re a country family; we don’t just eat for free.”

She wiped the sweat from her brow and continued swinging the axe, panting heavily.

Li Zhexian's gaze was fixed on the cold glint of the axe blade.

gradually.

In his eyes.

The trajectory of the falling axe slowed down more and more.

He watched as the blade sliced ​​through the air, landing precisely on the wood, its sharpness flashing as the wood separated from its body.

"Auntie, you're not chopping it the right way."

He took a few steps forward.

The moment the right hand gripped the axe handle.

My mind suddenly went blank.

Countless blurry fragments of memory washed over me like a tidal wave, too fast to grasp even a fraction of.

Li Zhexian's breathing became rapid, and he involuntarily loosened his grip on the axe handle, then casually made a move.

The little tiger, who was playing nearby, suddenly had a wooden sword fly up out of thin air and land steadily in Li Zhexian's hand.

Acquired the wooden sword.

His demeanor changed abruptly.

Under the astonished gazes of the woman and the man who looked up upon hearing the sound.

His wrist trembled slightly.

The wooden sword then fell to the ground.

The rough blade struck the weakest point of the crack in the wooden stake precisely.

A faint, sharp aura burst forth.

There was a soft "hiss" sound.

The firewood quietly separated.

At the break point.

Smooth as a mirror.

"This this……"

The couple were speechless.

Little Tiger, however, rushed over with joyful cries, hugging Li Zhexian's leg and shouting repeatedly:
"Big brother is so awesome!"

"Teach Xiaohu to practice swordsmanship!"

"Teach Xiaohu!"

From that day onward.

The task of chopping wood was then officially handed over to Li Zhexian.

He was happy to share some of the work with the family.

just.

He increasingly felt that something was wrong with him.

Whenever I look up at the starry sky in the still of the night, or when a gentle breeze brushes past me, or even when lightning streaks across the sky during a rainstorm...

He always felt a sense of unease that was hard to describe.

It was as if something was being deeply suppressed, something that needed to be expressed.

Until that evening.

The man returned from outside.

Bringing back news that excited the whole family:
"A storyteller has come to town. I heard he's from the big city. He specializes in telling stories about Lord Jianjiu!"

(End of this chapter)