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

Chapter 69: The plum blossoms may die, but their fragrance lingers; the sword may age, but its spirit remains evergreen! Li Zhexian Re-understands the Sword.

Li Zhexian had been gone for more than ten breaths.

The cheers from the audience erupted like a thunderclap.

Xue Qinghe's lips curled up slightly, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

Her gaze fell on the seat where Li Zhexian had just been sitting, where a cup of warm wine was still rising in wisps of steam.

……

A quiet courtyard.

Li Bai leaned against the stone table.

The wine jug tipped over, the fine wine remained untouched.

She let the gentle breeze lift a few stray strands of hair from her temples.

He closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the trajectory of the wind.

wind.

Colorless and formless.

Elusive and hard to find.

It's really hard to understand.

I sat there from midday until dusk.

That spark of inspiration in my mind eventually faded.

A sense of unease crept into Li Zhexian's heart like vines.

call--

Just then, the wind picked up suddenly.

The evergreen plum tree in the courtyard leaned to one side, and a few withered red petals fell in a rustling sound.

One petal soaked his lapel, another fell into the wine, and yet another petal, perfectly positioned, hovered on the Green Lotus Sword lying across his knees.

The plum petals trembled slightly, like butterfly wings fluttering gently.

Li Zhexian suddenly opened his eyes.

He flicked the sword lightly with his fingers.

Zheng——

The plum petals split in two with a snap, but the sword blade remained unmoved.

He murmured:
"When you draw your sword to kill someone, it should be as swift as the wind sweeping away plum blossoms."

"Not bound by form, not constrained by power, borrowing a wisp of energy from heaven and earth..."

The night wind grew stronger.

The fallen plum blossoms swirled up, like a hazy, blood-red mist.

A plum blossom petal brushed against my face, bringing a delicate, refreshing fragrance. The cool touch was like an unpaid debt of love, a poem left unwritten, or a wasted half-life...

Li Zhexian suddenly raised his Azure Lotus Sword.

The sword flashed like lightning, then swung back, severing a lock of hair at her temple.

The Azure Lotus Sword emitted a faint hum, as if it were whispering an apology to Li Zhexian.

Li Zhexian lowered his eyelids, watching the strand of hair fall silently into the dust along with the plum petals.

"To cut oneself with a sword is to sever the obsession in one's heart."

"Just as the wind hastens the fall of plum blossoms, new buds can be expected to emerge."

"The falling of withered plum blossoms is the law of nature; the sword cutting through folly is the human heart."

As night deepens and the wind ceases, the last plum blossoms have all fallen.

Only withered branches remain, stubbornly reaching towards the sky, like swords pointing to the heavens.

Li Zhexian, carrying a sword in one hand and a wine jug in the other, walked to the plum tree.

He slammed his palm against the tree trunk, causing the plum tree to shake violently. The last three remaining red petals drifted down gently.

Li Zhexian leaped up with his sword.

The first sword strike pierces the wind, causing plum blossoms to flow backward and roll nine feet.

The second sword strike stirred the wind, and a cold star suddenly appeared between the clouds.

By the third sword...

Li Zhexian and his sword seemed to have vanished into the wind, leaving only a long, echoing chant:
"open!"

The dark sky was actually etched with a crack by the intense fragrance of plum blossoms.

A sliver of crimson dawn spilled down, staining the remaining blood on the sword tip.

Li Bai tilted his head back and took a sip.

"The sword is used to cut through the night, not to cut through the long night, but to cut through the darkness in one's heart!"

"The plum blossom may die, but its fragrance will never fade; the sword may age, but its spirit will remain evergreen!"

……

From the first glimpse of a hint of wind.

To be trapped by the formless and shapeless wind.

Finally, from the scene of the wind destroying the plum blossoms, one can glimpse the outline of the wind.

Li Zhexian finally caught that elusive wisp of sword intent.

When he looked up again, it was already the next morning.

A blood-red sun is slowly rising on the horizon.

The wind had long since died down.

The four-season plum tree in the courtyard, its last red petals faded, had bare branches, adding to its desolate appearance.

"I am able to comprehend a trace of the sword intent in the wind, thanks to you."

Li Zhexian used the tip of his sword to scoop up the wine and splash it onto the withered branches.

The wine vaporized into a colorful mist.

As the mist gradually dissipated, three new plum blossoms miraculously bloomed on the withered branches, their brilliance dazzling and exceptionally captivating.

Li Zhexian nodded repeatedly.

"Wonderful!"

"Only when the plum blossoms fade do their true character emerge; only when the sword ages do their innocence become apparent!"

"Unfortunately……"

He sighed regretfully, picked up the Qingquan wine pot, and turned to go inside.

This wisp of sword intent, derived from the wind, is not yet sufficient to give birth to new sword techniques.

Li Zhexian returned to his room, wanting to take a nap.

in mind.

Suddenly, a group of swordsmen in green robes with black silk veils appeared. "Ye Lingling once said..."

"Feng Bailong, the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect, wears black silk over his eyes so that he can hear the sword's song."

"Senior Chenxin also suggested that I travel between the Lower Four Sects and the Upper Three Sects."

"perhaps……"

"The key to completing the third form of my Azure Lotus Sword Song..."

"It's at the Wind Sword Sect."

……

This sleep.

He slept until the sun began to set.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Li Zhexian was awakened by the persistent knocking at the courtyard gate.

He stretched, slipped on his shoes, and slowly strolled to the courtyard to open the door.

The door was wide open.

The crowd of people outside the door made him feel dizzy for a moment.

Li Zhexian even doubted that he was still asleep.

Outside the courtyard gate.

Apart from the seven members of the Royal Fighting Team.

The three teams, Elephant Armor, Blazing Fire, and Divine Wind, have all gathered here.

Nearly thirty people crowded the entrance to the courtyard, making it impossible to pass.

"so many people?"

"come in……"

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Zhexian's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and turned to lead everyone into the courtyard.

It only lasted a day.

The branches of that evergreen plum tree are once again adorned with petals.

Li Zhexian languidly sank into the sandalwood chair, slightly raising his eyelids to glance at the crowd filing in, his voice still hoarse from just waking up:
"What do you want with me?"

"Let me make this clear first, I'm really tired today and have no interest in doing anything."

The crowd cast complicated glances at the boy in the chair.

It certainly looked like it had just woken up.

Her hair was slightly disheveled and casually draped over her shoulders. Her white silk nightgown was half-open, exuding a natural nonchalance.

This casualness.

Yet it appeared exceptionally harmonious and fitting on him.

It is pleasing to the eye.

At this time.

Yu Feng darted to Li Zhexian's side, pointed at the three teams, and indignantly complained:
"Idol!"

"They kept pestering me, insisting that I come to find you!"

"I refused, and they threatened to beat me!"

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, their pretty faces showing helplessness.

The two of them were also worn down by the stubbornness of these people.

But judging from their appearance...

They don't seem to be here to cause trouble.

The key is……

Even if they provoke him, they can't beat Li Zhexian.

So I brought them along.

Feng Xiaotian leaned forward, his hands resting on the sandalwood wine table, his handsome face filled with seriousness as he stared directly at Li Zhexian:

"Sword Wine..."

"We can't beat you."

"But we've heard you're a heavy drinker, so today our three teams will team up to get you drunk!"

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, and Hu Yanli simultaneously bent down to support themselves on the table, their piercing gazes all fixed on Li Zhexian.

"Do you dare to accept the challenge?!"

"We're going to get you drunk today!"

Li Zhexian smiled.

He may still need time to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

But if we're talking about the contents of the cup...

He, Li Zhexian, has never submitted to anyone!

"Let's go!"

"Let's go to Shanxiangfang!"

"Today, I, Li Zhexian, will not let you get drunk!"

"You've come to Heaven Dou City for nothing!"

Quickly wash up and change clothes.

Li Zhexian led about thirty people.

They went to Shanxiangfang arm in arm.

The group was led to a private room by the waiter. Li Zhexian, pulling Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling along, asked:
"Where is Qinghe?"

"She didn't come with you?"

Dugu Yan crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at Li Zhexian.

"Missing your good brother again?"

"Xue Qinghe is the Crown Prince, unlike us who have such a leisurely life."

"I guess he's not coming today."

Li Zhexian nodded regretfully.

"That's fine."

(End of this chapter)