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

Chapter 70 If Li Zhexian were willing to share even half of his sword intent with me, he would be my life.
Tiandou Palace.

"My son, I pay my respects to my father."

Xue Qinghe reported the results of the exchange between the four academies to Emperor Xueye.

"Royal Fighting Academy narrowly lost to Divine Wind Academy."

"However, the Golden Badge Sword and Wine of the Imperial City Arena swept aside Feng Xiaotian, the captain of the Divine Wind Academy."

A smile appeared on the pale face of the Snow Night Emperor.

"Very good."

"He bestowed upon them a sword, wine, a thousand bolts of brocade, and ten thousand taels of gold."

"Such talent should be employed by the royal family."

Xue Qinghe looked somewhat helpless.

"Reporting to Father..."

"That Jianjiu was free-spirited and unrestrained, like a wandering cloud or a wild crane."

“Your subject has offered me a high position, but I have not been moved. I fear it will be difficult to summon me to the palace.”

The Great Emperor Xueye's regret was evident in his words.

"That's a pity, but let's leave it at that."

"Qinghe, you did a great job on the exchange between the four academies."

“Since you assumed regency, you have worked diligently day and night.”

"I and all my ministers have seen this. What reward do you desire?"

Xue Qinghe was slightly taken aback.

His gaze drifted toward the towering red walls outside the palace.

The thought of "how to repay Li Zhexian" resurfaced clearly yesterday.

perhaps……

The most precious gift I can give him right now is to shed this pretense and spend a few more days with him.

A myriad of thoughts swirled in my mind.

Xue Qinghe lowered his head, his voice carrying just the right amount of weariness:
"Your Majesty, I have been feeling utterly exhausted lately."

"I humbly request Your Majesty to grant me a few days of leisure so that I may temporarily escape the toil of official duties and recuperate."

The Great Emperor laughed heartily on the snowy night.

"What kind of reward is this?"

"You've certainly had a tough time these past few days."

"Since Qinghe wants to rest, then Father will grant you a ten-day holiday."

"During these ten days, there is no need for greetings, no need to attend court, and all government affairs are to be waived."

This time.

The smile that spread across Xue Qinghe's lips was genuine and bright.

"Your son thanks Your Majesty for your grace."

……

The Crown Prince's bedroom.

Xue Qinghe tended to the roses of dawn placed on the windowsill.

The pufferfish and the snake spear exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of worry in each other's eyes.

"Little Lord……"

Serpent Spear finally couldn't resist, stepped forward, and whispered:
"The Spirit Hall's grand plan also involves the inheritance of angels..."

"The young master's position cannot be compromised; do not let a trivial matter cause you to lose sight of the gravity of the situation!"

Xue Qinghe paused almost imperceptibly while watering the plants, without looking up, and calmly said:

Which is less important? Which is more important?

Serpent Spear's throat bobbed, but the words stuck in his throat.

Xue Qinghe brushed his fingertips across the petals of the rose in the morning light, his gaze seemingly piercing through the halo before him, looking toward a certain unforgettable scene.

"When I first met Li Bai..."

She murmured softly, as if she were confiding in the flowers, or perhaps sorting out her own thoughts.

"I just admire his uninhibited nature."

"He made me realize that being born into this world can truly be lived so freely and joyfully, making people... yearn for it."

“I see him as a mirror, hoping to learn some ease from him.”

"But now..."

A shimmering golden light quietly appeared in Xue Qinghe's deep, calm eyes, like the first rays of dawn.

"If Li Zhexian only recognizes me as Xue Qinghe, then he is my best friend in this life and my mentor."

"But if Li Zhexian is willing to share with me..."

"He possesses a touch of swordsmanship, a sip of Jianghu wine, and a wisp of carefree spirit."

"Then he is my destiny."

"I can discard the Heavenly Dou Crown Prince, the Spirit Hall Saintess, and the position of Angel God as if they were worn-out shoes."

Xue Qinghe's voice gradually lowered.

With a barely perceptible tremor.

"He disappeared that day..."

"I felt only fear and regret, hating that he had never seen what I really looked like."

"I don't want to taste that again."

The porcupine and the serpent spear looked at each other in silence.

Their faces were filled with sadness and helplessness. In the end, they silently lowered their heads and said nothing more.

The heavy air lingered in the hall for a long time.

Xue Qinghe suddenly raised his eyes and asked:
Where is Li Zhexian?

The porcupine replied, "I just found out that all four teams have gone to look for him."

"At this moment, they should be enjoying themselves at Shanxiangfang."

Xue Qinghe smiled.

She abruptly stood up, flicked her sleeves, and walked out of the hall.

"Is the young master leaving the palace at this moment?"

Xue Qinghe continued his journey.

"If I don't go, who will pay for Li Zhexian's drinks?"

……

Shanxiangfang.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Li Zhexian's cheeks were flushed as he pointed at Feng Xiaotian, who was huddled under the bench, and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Feng... Feng Xiaotian... with your pathetic appearance... hiccup..."

He hiccuped.

"Trying to get me drunk, bro?"

"Come on! Who's next?"

His gaze swept over Yu Tianheng, Huo Wushuang, and Huyan Li in turn.

"You? You? Or...you?"

Yu Tianheng's face was pale. He was leaning on the edge of the table, panting heavily. There was still drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, indicating that he had vomited several times.

Huo Wushuang sat on the ground, his eyes glazed over.

Huyan Li was the most stubborn. He struggled to grab a wine pot and staggered toward Li Zhexian, his words mumbled incoherently.

"Let's fight again... again..."

However, his steps were unsteady, and he collapsed after only two steps.

It smashed directly onto the six members of the Elephant Armor Sect who were already lying sprawled out.

Looking at his defeated opponents scattered on the ground, Li Zhexian triumphantly tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

The wine flowed freely.

The white front of her dress was soaked.

To be fair, the fine wines from Shanxiangfang are far inferior to his Martial Spirit of Wine.

But the true flavor of wine goes far beyond just the wine itself.

It depends more on people.

Today, with friends gathered here, even the simplest wine tastes more delightful than ever before, thanks to the lively atmosphere and camaraderie.

"Sword Wine!"

A sharp shout rang out.

With one arm around Dugu Yan and the other around Ye Lingling, Huo Wu stumbled and approached Li Zhexian.

"Stop...stop being so arrogant!"

"We sisters... will drink with you!"

Li Bai, the legendary poet, welcomed all who came.

"it is good!"

He grabbed the wine bowl and clinked it heavily with Huo Wu's, then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

Huo Wu's already hazy, drunken eyes became even more blurred in an instant.

She released Dugu Yan, hooked her arms around Li Zhexian's neck, and breathed heavily on his face with the smell of alcohol, bringing up old grievances.

"The day before yesterday...why didn't you admit...you were Jianjiu?"

"Aren't you... feeling really happy when we praise you... hmm?"

Li Zhexian pointed at the tip of her nose.

"Heh, you... you guessed it right."

Upon hearing this, Huo Wu tightened her grip on his neck.

"You... Sword Wine!"

"Today... I'm going to take you down!"

"Dugu...Lingling...let's get him drunk together!"

Amidst this commotion...

The door to the private room was pushed open silently.

Xue Qinghe stepped into the room, which was filled with the mess and the smell of alcohol.

What came into view was Li Zhexian surrounded by three women with very different styles, all of whom were stunningly beautiful: Huo Wu, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling. They were chatting and laughing, exchanging toasts.

Xue Qinghe's slender hand clenched tightly in her sleeve.

The advice from the porcupine and the snake spear just now lingered in my mind, leaving a trace of hesitation.

The moment I saw this scene, it all vanished.

An indescribable sense of urgency welled up in my heart.

She's actually quite pretty...

The thought flashed through my mind.

Just at this time.

Li Zhexian seemed to sense something, his eyes blurry with drunkenness as he looked over, raising the wine bowl in his hand with a dazzlingly bright smile:

"Qinghe! You've finally arrived! Come quickly... come quickly!"

Xue Qinghe suppressed his thoughts and stepped forward with a smile.

"coming."

(End of this chapter)