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

Chapter 73 Feng Bailong, Sect Master of the Wind Sword Sect, and Qian Renxue cannot bear to see Li Zhexian suffer even the slightest grievance.

Li Zhexian did not have to wait long.

It only takes the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Whizzing--

Whizzing--

Several sharp whistling sounds tore through the forest.

A figure darted over, heading straight for Li Zhexian's location.

Before the person even arrived, their hearty laughter had already reached them.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

"Brother Immortal, I've been longing to see you! I've missed you terribly!"

Several figures landed nimbly in front of Li Zhexian.

Leading the group was none other than Feng Buyu, the young sect master of the Wind Sword Sect.

He and his disciples were still dressed as they had when they first met in the Star Dou Great Forest: in green robes and with black mesh covering their eyes.

—His arrogant and domineering aura was on full display.

Feng Buyu opened his arms with a bright smile.

Li Zhexian shook her head and chuckled, then stepped forward and gave him a tight hug.

"Brother Immortal, it's been so long! You're even more radiant than before!"

"Brother Buyu is the same!"

Feng Buyu was genuinely happy.

He wanted to befriend Li Zhexian as a close friend.

Having witnessed Li Zhexian's swordsmanship, she worried that he might look down on her.

Now that Li Zhexian has personally come to pay his respects at the mountain, how could he not be overjoyed?
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Li Zhexian, Feng Buyu turned his gaze to Qian Renxue standing to the side.

Even though he was used to seeing female cultivators from sects, a hint of amazement still flashed across his eyes.

He immediately looked away and clicked his tongue at Li Zhexian, saying:

"Not only is Brother Immortal's swordsmanship unparalleled, but even... sigh..."

"A match made in heaven, truly the envy of all!"

Qian Renxue pursed her lips slightly, her beautiful blue eyes glancing at Li Zhexian.

He only punched Feng Buyu in the chest and did not offer any explanation.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Brother Buyu, to be honest..."

Li Zhexian suppressed his smile and said seriously:
"I am here to trouble your sect because I have encountered a bottleneck in my understanding of swordsmanship and have come to seek an opportunity to break through."

Hear this.

Feng Buyu's expression also became serious.

"Understanding the way of the sword is of paramount importance!"

"I just don't know how my Wind Sword Sect can help..."

"correct!"

Feng Buyu's eyes lit up.

"Our sect leader, Feng Bailong, has reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship and will surely be able to lend Brother Zhexian a helping hand!"

"When we returned from the Star Dou Great Forest last time, Elder Feng Xiao mentioned Brother Zhe Xian to the Sect Master. The Sect Master also greatly admires you, this rising star in swordsmanship!"

A smile appeared on Li Zhexian's handsome face.

"I am honored by the kindness of Sect Master Feng Bailong."

The wind waved its hand silently.

"No need for formalities, Brother Immortal!"

"Come on, I'll introduce you right away!"

He is indeed a decisive and efficient person.

Having said that, he took Li Zhexian and Qian Renxue and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the ancient sect.

The instant I passed through the sect's gate.

It was as if we had passed through an invisible wind barrier.

Amazingly, as soon as I crossed it, the howling wind in my ears instantly fell silent.

Stepping into the Wind Sword Sect.

What comes into view is a cluster of buildings rising up in layers.

One area, resembling an arena, is particularly eye-catching.

There stand hundreds of wind-eroded rock pillars, their surfaces covered with countless marks from sword energy.

At this moment, dozens of disciples of the Wind Sword Sect, dressed in green robes and with black silk blindfolds, were practicing their swordsmanship among the stone pillars.

This scene is truly quite spectacular.

Feng Buyu's tone was full of pride.

"How is it, Brother Immortal?"

"Is this forest of wind-eroded sword steles still pleasing to the eye?"

"Don't underestimate these wind-eroded rock pillars; they can test the power of wind-attribute sword techniques."

"Do you see that sword mark, three inches and two slits deep, on the rightmost rock pillar?"

He raised his chin smugly and said:

"That's what I left behind!"

"Among the three hundred disciples of the Wind Sword Sect, he stands out from the crowd!"

Li Zhexian gazed at the wind-eroded rock pillars.

Generally speaking, weathered rock pillars should be as easily broken as piles of gravel. But these hundreds of wind-eroded rock pillars are jet black, exuding an aura of indestructibility.

He nodded sincerely.

As expected, those who can be ranked among the seven major sects have extraordinary foundations.

While the two were talking.

Elder Fengxiao, along with many disciples and elders, greeted them with beaming smiles.

All that could be seen was a swirling black silk and a flowing blue robe.

It forms a unique and spectacular scene in itself.

This was the first time Qian Renxue had ever seen such a spectacular sight.

Previously, when they only saw Feng Buyu and a few of his disciples dressed like this, they did not notice anything unusual.

Now the entire sect is in this state...

She couldn't help but look at Li Zhexian with suspicion, her beautiful blue eyes filled with doubt.

Li Zhexian understood immediately and gently shook his head in acknowledgment.

This is a unique characteristic of their sect; we should respect it.

He then greeted Elder Fengxiao with a smile.

"The banished immortal greets Elder Fengxiao!"

"Young immortal hero, we meet again!"

The two exchanged pleasantries.

Feng Buyu, unable to contain himself any longer, interjected:
"Elder Fengxiao, Brother Zhexian has come this time to borrow the power of our sect to comprehend swordsmanship and break through to a higher realm."

"I will first take Brother Zhe Xian to see the sect leader, and we will talk later."

We are all sword cultivators, and we all know that the opportunity for enlightenment is fleeting.

Elder Fengxiao stood solemnly.

"Such an important matter cannot be delayed!"

"Quickly take the young immortal hero there!"

……

Guided by the silent wind.

The three arrived at the core area of ​​the Wind Sword Sect.

Here stands an exceptionally magnificent and precipitous mountain peak.

Feng Buyu was the first to step onto the almost vertical suspended ladder.

“Brother Immortal, the sect leader has been cultivating in seclusion at Wujian Mountain for many years.”

"In order to listen to the sword's cry and feel the wind's howl."

"You'll know when you see it..."

Feng Buyu's words were filled with undisguised reverence.

The black silk fluttering in the wind seemed to be his medal.

"The sect leader is one of the most knowledgeable people about swords in this world!"

"Although I have never met Sword Douluo Chen Xin and do not know how unfathomable he is, I am certain..."

"Once the sect leader reaches the Title Douluo level, his sword, hidden for years, will be unsheathed in a single day. Even Sword Douluo Chen Xin would not dare to underestimate him!"

Feng Buyu is no ordinary Soul Master.

He is a leading figure among the younger generation of the Wind Sword Sect.

The character he so highly admires must be of a very high moral character.

In Li Bai's heart.

I became increasingly curious about Feng Bailong, who called himself "the second best swordsman in the world".

It took the two of them more than ten minutes to climb this treacherous peak.

Upon reaching the summit.

The vision suddenly opens up.

All that could be seen was the edge of the mountain cliff.

A gaunt figure sat cross-legged with his back to the crowd, seemingly blending into the mountain rocks.

Feng Buyu immediately bowed.

Li Zhexian also clasped his hands in greeting.

But the gaunt figure seemed oblivious.

Qian Renxue frowned.

They've only just met, and they're already leaving Li Zhexian hanging?
Who spoiled you?

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to reprimand him.

Li Zhexian tugged at her skirt.

Qian Renxue's brows gradually relaxed, and she stiffened her neck, turning to the side, refusing to look at that withered figure.

Several minutes later.

The gaunt figure straightened his back slightly, and a somewhat hoarse voice drifted on the wind.

"A guest has come from afar..."

"Ok?"

"Young friend, you bear the marks of the Seven Killings Sword?"

"Incredible, incredible..."

"I've been sparring with Chen Xin these past few days..."

(End of this chapter)