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

Chapter 61 The Grandeur of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi Discusses Swords and Wine, Chen Xin Emerges from Seclusion

"Zhuqing, you're finally back!"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong quickly stepped forward, took the package from Zhu Zhuqing, and whispered:

"Ma Hongjun has been crippled."

"The master and the dean are in a bad mood."

"Watch your mouth."

Zhu Zhuqing's pretty face remained calm as she gently nodded.

"understood."

Stepping into the academy.

A sense of oppression washed over me.

Upon seeing Zhu Zhuqing, Dai Mubai abruptly stood up, clenched his fist, and shouted:
"Zhu Zhuqing, did you go to Tiandou City to see that Sword Wine?!"

"do you know……"

"The fat guy was crippled by him?!"

Zhu Zhuqing turned a deaf ear to it.

They walked towards the girls' dormitory.

"Stop!"

Being ignored like this, Dai Mubai's face turned ashen.

His soul power surged, and the faint sound of a tiger's roar could be heard.

He lunged at Zhu Zhuqing like a tiger pouncing on its prey, his thick arms reaching out to capture her.

Regarding this scene.

Tang San's expression remained indifferent.

Oscar opened his mouth, but in the end only sighed.

"Dai Mubai! What are you doing?!"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong shouted in shock and anger:

"Zhu Qing, be careful!"

A strong gust of wind had already reached behind them.

Zhu Zhuqing made a move.

Her slender figure transformed into a black streak of light, deftly dodging Dai Mubai's grasp.

"what?!"

Dai Mubai's eyes were filled with shock as he missed his target.

Although Zhu Zhuqing is an agility-based attacker, his soul power is stronger, so his speed shouldn't be this much worse.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

A powerful surge of soul energy emanated from Zhu Zhuqing.

"Level 37?!"

Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong were so startled that they suddenly stood up.

The cold light appears!

Zhu Zhuqing had already drawn the blade from her waist.

Yu Xiaogang and Flander shouted at the same time.

"stop!"

Zhu Zhuqing turned a deaf ear.

A flash of light, but it wasn't a slash.

Instead, he used the cold blade, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, to slap Dai Mubai's cheek hard.

Snapped--

A loud slap rang out.

Dai Mubai was sent flying several meters away by the blow, and only managed to stand up after being supported by Tang San.

"Bitch!"

Dai Mubai covered his face, his evil eyes blazing with murderous intent, his muscles bulging, and his white tiger fur growing wildly.

At this time.

Yu Xiaogang and Flander stood in front of Dai Mubai and reprimanded him:
"enough!"

Dai Mubai, panting heavily, his soul power gradually calming down, stared at Zhu Zhuqing and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Zhu Zhuqing, you must give us an explanation."

"Ma Hongjun of the Shrek Seven Devils has been crippled, yet you go to meet the enemy."

"Is this how you play your teammate?!"

Everyone present looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't even glance at them.

He simply rubbed the blade that had struck Dai Mubai's cheek on the ground.

This action made Dai Mubai's face darken even more.

"Ma Hongjun has only himself to blame."

"You say it's voluntary, but you know in your hearts how many girls have been too afraid to speak out for so long."

The last sentence.

Zhu Zhuqing spoke while looking at Yu Xiaogang and Flander.

Flanders opened his mouth, then finally sighed in despair, his back hunching over.

“Ma Hongjun…”

"It is my dereliction of duty as a teacher."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Zhu Zhuqing with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Zhu Zhuqing, why has your soul power increased so dramatically?"

"And...it seems the martial spirit has also been strengthened?"

"Feeded by someone."

Zhu Zhuqing left after uttering four words.

Behind him came Yu Xiaogang's deep voice:
"This time, I hope you can understand what it means to be outmatched and to be in a world beyond our understanding."

"But don't underestimate yourselves. You are all geniuses, one in a million. I will devise the most rigorous training plan for you."

"There's no need to go to Heaven Dou City. Blue Tyrant Academy will be merged into Shrek Academy and will qualify to participate in the Soul Master Competition."

"I will remember the shame of my partner being crippled, and I will also remember the humiliation of being driven out of Heaven Dou City."

"On the day of the Soul Master Competition, we will definitely avenge our defeat!"

Tiandou Empire.

Qibao Mountain.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is located here. Surrounded by mountains and lush forests, the school grounds are adorned with lotus ponds, and the red-tiled, green-walled buildings are built along the mountainside, standing side by side.

The domes of all the buildings are covered with colorful glazed tiles, which reflect a dreamlike halo under the sunlight.

In an elegant pavilion.

Ning Fengzhi and Gu Douluo Gu Rong played chess against each other.

An ancient banyan tree placed a black stone, revitalizing a seemingly hopeless game, and a large dragon appeared poised to soar into the clouds.

"Hahaha!"

"Feng Zhi, you've miscalculated this time!"

"With this child fallen, the sky's the limit!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Ning Fengzhi's gentle eyes.

Then calm returned, and a white piece was placed steadily.

On the chessboard, the white pieces have already formed a powerful and well-established position, as solid as a rock.

"The game is already decided; let the winds blow from east, west, north, or south, I will remain unmoved."

"Besides..."

He paused.

"I don't want to fight either."

The ancient banyan tree looked up, its face showing confusion.

"If you don't fight, what's the point of playing chess?"

Ning Fengzhi gently scattered the chess pieces.

This stalemate, which had been brewing but had not yet escalated, was put an end to.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stood by the pavilion, gazing at the magnificent sect.

"Humans are ultimately driven by emotions, and life is not a game of chess."

"really interesting……"

Ning Fengzhi sighed softly.

"The vast Tiandou City has been stirred up by Jianjiu... the madman of the banished immortal."

"If it weren't for the fact that Uncle Jian's swordsmanship is about to break through and he needs our protection, I would really like to go to the capital to see the immortal's demeanor."

Gu Rong shook his head and smiled:

"Remember back then..."

"The three of us all felt that the immortal was not good enough for Rongrong."

"In retrospect, we were the ones who were short-sighted."

"Feng Zhi, do you have any regrets?"

Ning Fengzhi remained silent for a long time.

"regret?"

"Perhaps... there is a little bit."

"After all, it seems now that this should have been a wonderful marriage for Rongrong."

“I did not stop her, and even tacitly allowed her to sever ties with the immortal, hoping that Rongrong would not blame me in the future.”

“I can tell that she is not entirely indifferent to the immortal.”

Ning Fengzhi recalled the distraught look on his daughter's face after Li Zhexian left the sect.

Gu Rong also recalled Ning Rongrong's situation at that time, sighed softly, and changed the subject slightly.

"In Tiandou City, there is a family named Ye who owns the Nine-Heart Begonia."

"Fengzhi, aren't you worried..."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his smile resolute.

"Uncle Bone, we both know the truth."

"The banished immortal will not help the Ye family deal with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"As we understand, the banished immortal... will never return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"This child is stubborn..."

"not to mention……"

His gaze shifted to the imposing mountain peak in front of the pavilion, shaped like a drawn sword, his tone filled with unparalleled confidence and reverence.

"With Uncle Jian in charge."

"In this world, who can shake the power of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

"While the banished immortal is indeed exceptionally talented, the unparalleled master of swordsmanship in this world is none other than Chen Xin!"

Gu Rong nodded in deep agreement.

No one knows how many long years Chen Xin has traversed on the path of swordsmanship.

Ning Fengzhi stared at the mountain peak, which exuded a chilling aura of swordsmanship.

“I remember that before Uncle Jian went into seclusion, this peak was just an ordinary mountain.”

"After months of seclusion, he was able to manipulate the power of heaven and earth, subtly refining it into this... sword shape pointing straight to the sky!"

"Uncle Jian's realm is truly unfathomable."

The ancient banyan tree sighed:
"Yes."

"But to be honest, Chen Xin truly felt sorry for the banished immortal."

"He truly regarded him as his successor. If he knew that the immortal's talent had returned, he would probably be overjoyed."

The words fell.

Boom——! ! !
That majestic sword mountain shattered with a deafening roar.

A tiny figure in white robes had somehow appeared atop the clouds.

He pointed his fingers like a sword and gently slashed at the vast sea of ​​clouds.

All of a sudden.

The clouds and mist rolled back.

The sky was crystal clear and as blue as the deep sea.

The white-clad figure vanished in an instant.

When it reappeared, it was like a fallen leaf, silently appearing in the pavilion.

Chen Xin was dressed in pure white, his aura as restrained as a deep well, showing no trace of earth-shattering sword intent, like an ordinary middle-aged scholar.

His gaze swept over Ning Fengzhi and the ancient banyan tree.

"A banished immortal?"

"What did you say about the banished immortal just now?"

(End of this chapter)