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

Chapter 75 A New Immortal Brew: Wandering Spirit Breeze, Enveloped in a Light and Ethereal Wind
Li Zhexian was carried by Feng Bailong and jumped off the cliff.

His body swooped down rapidly.

The violent airflow nearly tore his eyelids apart, making it difficult for him to see.

Several dozen breaths later, a force suddenly pulled him up.

Finally, my feet touched solid ground.

Li Zhexian staggered a step before regaining his balance.

He eagerly looked up.

Before us lies a peculiar funnel-shaped mountain valley.

The gale howled and crashed within, and the surging air currents carried a bone-chilling coolness.

On the cliff face.

It is covered with crisscrossing gullies carved by the strong winds.

What caught Li Zhexian's eye were the clusters of bluish-gray crystals embedded in those crevices and ravines.

"Senior Feng Bailong, this..."

Feng Bailong interrupted Li Zhexian with a smile.

"Don't rush to talk about that."

“Young friend, you should explain things to your friend.”

"My humble Wind Sword Sect cannot withstand her wrath."

"Ok?"

Li Zhexian was stunned.

Just then, intense sunlight suddenly poured down from the cliff above.

Bang-!
A surge of light suddenly descended.

My vision was filled with pure and dazzling light.

Li Zhexian felt as if everything before his eyes was a dazzling white blur.

As the light dimmed, what came into view were six pure and flawless wings.

Qian Renxue also jumped off the cliff!
at this time.

She stood in front of Li Zhexian, separating him from Feng Bailong.

Those deep blue eyes, as blue as an icy lake, shimmered with light, while her stunning face was covered with a chilling frost as she locked onto Feng Bailong.

Li Zhexian hurriedly took two steps forward and stepped aside to block Qian Renxue.

It blocked Qian Renxue's hostile gaze.

"Senior Feng Bailong brought me here to comprehend the way of the sword, and had no ill intentions."

Qian Renxue's gaze fell on Li Zhexian's face.

She realized she had overreacted and seemed to have misunderstood Feng Bailong, and the icy look in her eyes quickly faded.

He saw Li Zhexian wink at Feng Bailong.

Qian Renxue pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, Senior Feng Bailong."

Feng Bailong waved his hand, his smile unchanged.

Qian Renxue glanced at Li Zhexian.

Only then did it fold its wings and obediently retreat to the side.

“My dear friend, the banished immortal…”

Feng Bailong turned towards Feng'ao.

"The Wind Sword Sect is located in the Wind Gathering Mountains."

"This mountain, due to its unique terrain, can gather winds from all directions."

"And this place is precisely the core eye of the Wind Gathering Mountains."

"The eye of the storm..."

Li Zhexian's gaze swept once more over the howling wind-swept mountain valley.

He lingered for a moment longer over those bluish-gray crystal clusters, and sighed with genuine admiration.

"Truly a masterpiece of craftsmanship."

Feng Bailong nodded in agreement.

"The wind here is incredibly strong, and even the pervasive spiritual energy of heaven and earth is imbued with its sharpness and agility."

"Listening to the howling wind here, understanding its true meaning, and then capturing your own sword's cry will all be much easier."

“Young friend, you may come here often to cultivate and gain enlightenment.”

Li Zhexian solemnly cupped his hands in greeting.

"Thank you, senior."

"You are Welcome."

Feng Bailong laughed:
"This eye of the storm is a public training ground that all disciples of the Wind Sword Sect can use, so it can't be considered a rare resource."

"Public space?"

Li Zhexian looked around.

Apart from the howling wind, there was no one in sight.

He couldn't help but look puzzled. Although Feng Bailong's eyes were covered with black silk, his senses seemed to be more acute than those of sighted people.

"Look at the wind marks on the rock face..."

"The wind attribute soul power here is strong."

"But the fierceness of the gale is beyond what ordinary people can withstand."

"Even a Soul Venerable cannot last for the duration of an incense stick burning in the ravine. Even a Soul Master would feel as if their bones were being scraped by a knife, experiencing unbearable pain."

"Therefore, few disciples of the sect are willing to come here. As for the elders..."

Feng Bailong paused slightly.

A hint of barely perceptible regret was revealed.

"They rely more on quickly mastering sword formations to improve their strength."

"I felt that experiencing the essence of the wind was too slow, and I disdained to come."

From this sigh.

Li Zhexian sensed Feng Bailong's slight helplessness regarding the current state of the sect.

Feng Bailong spread out his rough palm, and in his palm lay a piece of light, fluttering black silk ribbon.

“My dear immortal friend, you have come to understand the Dao by listening to the wind, so you must put on the Wind-Binding Veil.”

"It can help you eliminate distractions, make it easier to connect with the wind, and improve efficiency."

Seemingly fearing that Li Zhexian might misunderstand, he added:

"Once you truly comprehend the essence of the wind and hear the sword's cry, you may remove it yourself."

Li Zhexian took the black silk, feeling a slightly cool touch on his fingertips, and smiled:
"You're overthinking it, senior."

"I think that wearing this black silk gives one a rather dashing air."

Li Zhexian's words stirred Feng Bailong's imagination, and the image of everyone in the sect wrapped in black silk flashed through his mind. He shook his head helplessly.
"Those disciples only thought about quickly mastering the sword formation, but forgot that listening to the wind is the foundation of the wind sword."

"If they possessed even one percent of your talent and diligence, my dear friend, I would be content."

Li Bai was about to say two humble words.

Feng Bailong then added his instructions:
"Understanding swordsmanship through listening to the wind is not something that can be achieved overnight."

"Back then, I spent over a year listening to the wind with my eyes closed before I finally managed to catch a trace of sword intent."

“My dear friend, the wind has already begun to sprout in your heart, and your talent is exceptional, so your progress will naturally be much faster.”

"But remember, there's no need to rush. The Wind Sword Sect will prepare accommodations for you. Settle in with peace of mind, and the length of stay is not important."

"I will always remember your kindness, senior."

Li Zhexian thanked him again.

He looked at the bluish-gray crystal clusters on the rock wall.

"Senior, I have another matter to ask you..."

"Those crystal clusters, may I take some? I am willing to pay with money or goods."

Feng Bailong tilted his head slightly, his earlobe catching the subtle sound of crystal clusters rubbing together in the howling wind.

"You mean those Wind Soul Crystal Clusters, young friend?"

"They are like icicles that have formed after a heavy snowfall, simply the product of years of wind and rain in this area."

"Although it contains wind-attribute soul power, it is mixed with a trace of destructive aura that is difficult to refine, and the sect still has to clean it up regularly."

“If my young friend, the banished immortal, has any use for me, please feel free to take it; there is no need to exchange it for money.”

"Thank you, senior!"

Li Zhexian was overjoyed, and his eyes flashed with barely suppressed excitement.

Brewing!

It's time to brew wine again!

The Wind Soul Crystal Cluster is also recorded among the myriad spiritual objects described in the "Record of Brewing"!
Although it does not possess the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth like the Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire.

Yet these are precisely the ingredients used to brew a peerless wine called "Youling Fengcui".

If this wine is drunk...

It can make one's body surrounded by a light and ethereal breeze, greatly increasing one's movement speed.

Li Zhexian was not someone who did not know how to repay kindness.

Just as he brewed "Ice Flame Immortal Dew" from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire and then gifted it to Dugu Bo.

However, it is impossible to cultivate the Frost Melting Vein Body step by step.

And the day that "Youling Fengcui" was brewed.

He will also share it with the Wind Sword Sect.

"With the 'Wandering Spirit Wind Essence,' one will be enveloped in a light and ethereal breeze, which should be helpful in comprehending the true meaning of the wind, right?"

Understanding the meaning of the wind is certainly important.

But the thought of brewing it myself...

And savor this brand-new, exquisite wine.

The thirst for alcohol was churning in Li Zhexian's stomach, and a strong urge to drink shot straight to his throat.

He couldn't help but purse his lips, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile he couldn't suppress...

(End of this chapter)