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

Chapter 76 Qian Renxue carries Li Zhexian on her back, and comprehends the sword through the eye of the storm.
These two days.

All the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect knew that a remarkable person had appeared in the sect.

Every morning at the first light of dawn.

Accompanied by a stunningly beautiful young woman, he headed to the forbidden area of ​​the eye of the storm behind the sect's mountain.

This incident greatly shocked many disciples.

Even those who had stayed in that forbidden area of ​​the eye of the storm felt as if their flesh was being ripped apart by a sharp blade.

But this boy managed to endure until sunset before finally staggering back to his lodgings.

A new sun rises again.

Watching the white-clad youth, supported by the stunningly beautiful girl, gradually disappear into the eye of the storm.

The disciples couldn't contain themselves and began to whisper among themselves.

"He went again! Does this guy have a masochistic streak?"

"I heard his name is Li Zhexian? He's a close friend of the young sect leader, and his talent even astonishes the sect leader!"

"Hmph, so what if someone has high talent? Why waste time listening to rumors? It's much more practical to practice sword formations!"

"It took the sect leader a year to gain any insight, this Li Zhexian is too presumptuous!"

The disciples were engrossed in their conversation.

Unaware that Feng Buyu had quietly appeared behind them.

Bang-!
Feng Buyu kicked the disciple who asserted that "Li Zhexian could not comprehend the sword."

"Get back to practicing your swordsmanship!"

"They're all gossiping behind my back!"

"If you keep gossiping, you'd better go work in the kitchen and chat with the cooks about their family matters!"

The disciples lowered their heads and remained silent.

Feng Buyu snorted coldly, looked in the direction where Li Zhexian had disappeared, and a deep respect flashed in his eyes.

The pain of having flesh torn apart by the eye of the storm.

He experienced it for one day, but could no longer bear it.

In contrast, Li Bai seemed to find it quite enjoyable.

Feng Buyu understood somewhat why Li Zhexian's sword was so incredibly sharp.

Those who are more outstanding than you are working even harder than you...

"Give me the real Wind-Binding Veil."

One of the disciples gave Feng Buyu a piece of gauze with no mesh.

The wind silently enveloped his eyes.

One of the disciples whispered:

"Brother Buyu, we know we were wrong."

"Actually... we also admire Li Zhexian."

"However, it is hard for us to imagine that one could comprehend swordsmanship in such a short period of time."

The wind was silent, its voice calm.

"I believe."

“Brother Banished Immortal is far more talented than me, and a hundred times more diligent.”

"How can I possibly have the face to slack off?"

"I also want to go to the eye of the storm to listen to the wind."

Say it.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the disciples.

Feng Buyu resolutely turned around and strode off in a certain direction.

After ten breaths.

He shuffled back, angrily saying:

"You've changed into a real wind-binding veil, don't you know how to help me across?!"

"Can I even see the road?!"

……

Feng Xiao and several elders walked over.

The disciples quickly bowed in greeting.

"Hello, elders."

"Disperse and go back to practice your swordsmanship."

Feng Xiao waved goodbye.

"Yes."

As Feng Buyu was helped by his disciples toward the eye of the storm, Feng Xiao stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction.

"Buyu has finally calmed down!"

"The young hero, the banished immortal, deserves all the credit!"

The elders smiled and agreed.

At this moment, an elder with eyebrows that reached straight to his temples spoke:

"Is the sect leader placing too much importance on this young man, Li Zhexian?"

"I understand that the sect leader is trying to build good relationships for the sect, but is this boy's sword talent really so astonishing?"

All the elders turned their gazes toward Feng Xiao.

After all, only Feng Xiao had ever interacted with Li Zhexian in the Star Dou Forest.

Feng Xiao was silent for a moment, then laughed:
“I share the same thoughts as those who remain silent.”

"I believe in Li Zhexian, who will surely be able to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship from the wind."

"Gentlemen, is this believable?"

The elders exchanged glances, and most of them slowly shook their heads.

"I heard that Li Zhexian will be leaving in the next few days."

"To comprehend sword intent in such a short time? Absolutely impossible."

Another elder chimed in:

"If sword intent were so easy to obtain, why would we need to find another way and only study those quick-to-learn formations?"

"How could we not know the importance of the foundation? It's just that the pillars of the sect still need our efforts to support them, and time waits for no one..."

……

Deep within the eye of the storm, Li Zhexian sat cross-legged atop a protruding, rugged rock.

The entwined wind-binding gauze and the plain white robe fluttered wildly in the gale.

The relentless, penetrating wind felt like millions of steel needles piercing the skin, causing a continuous, excruciating pain akin to being cut a thousand times.

Even though he possessed the Frostmelting Spirit Vein Body, and his physical strength far surpassed that of other Soul Masters of the same level, he was still feeling waves of indescribable pain.

The wind howled in my ears.

Li Zhexian gritted his teeth, his mind as firm as a rock.

Two days ago, he understood why no one from the Wind Sword Sect was here to listen to the wind and comprehend swordsmanship.

Disaster!Disaster!Disaster!
In the face of this raging, bone-scraping wind, it is extremely difficult to keep one's composure!
Let alone calmly comprehend the sword intent in the wind?
Li Zhexian's face was deathly pale, and the blood beads seeping from under his skin were instantly torn into a fine blood mist by the gale.

however.

His mind remained focused on the mysteries of the wind.

He already had some understanding of the essence of wind.

He has gained a great deal from listening to the wind these past two days.

Concentrating intently.

A strong wind pierced through the wind-binding gauze.

It split into seventy-two streams of air, which then entered the auricle.

He heard...

The southeast wind swept through the wind-eroded cave, its mournful cry like the lament of a broken sword.

The northwest wind swept into the rugged traces, its somber tone like the mournful sigh of rusted iron.

He heard the wind coming silently.

He held on for more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before finally reaching his limit and staggering away.

Li Zhexian, however, was still enduring hardship.

He knew that "Wandering Spirits and Wind Gathering" could help him perceive the meaning of the wind.

But this thing is ultimately just an aid!
the most important!
He opened the door to sword intent with his own strength!

Only when it's time to finish should you add some wine!
Just like...

He once comprehended the first move of the Azure Lotus Sword Song, "Yao Guang".

He first grasped half of the basic form, and then used "Yaoguang Brew" to complete and perfect it.

The second move, "Blazing Frost Sword".

He sat in meditation at the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire for several days before finally obtaining a glimmer of inspiration.

The Spirit of Wine!

He was merely his wingman!

The powerful figure that Li Zhexian aspires to become is one who is not a servant of martial spirits!
Powerful! It's because his martial spirit is powerful that Li Zhexian is powerful, not because Li Zhexian exists because of his martial spirit!

The sun's shadow is slanting westward.

Li Zhexian forced himself to stand up, swaying unsteadily.

Listening to the sound of the wind striking the crystal clusters, he painstakingly picked a few Wind Soul Crystal Clusters.

"The first two days both ended in failure..."

"Today, 'Wandering Spirit Gathering' will surely succeed!"

He was holding a cluster of crystals in his arms.

The blood seeping from the wound stained the translucent crystal with mottled red marks.

Above the mountain valley.

Feng Bailong listened intently to the sounds below.

The sound of the boy's arduous footsteps, the heavy stench of blood carried on the wind, and the passing time between the setting sun and the rising moon... all entered his ears.

The mountain breeze ruffled his long, black and white hair.

Feng Bailong nodded with satisfaction.

"I am no longer alone on this path."

……

After the crystal clusters were collected.

Li Zhexian staggered to Qian Renxue's side.

At this moment, he was blind and did not possess the profound ability to hear all things like Feng Bailong.

But he could clearly sense a warm and familiar presence quietly waiting ahead.

"Thousand-foot Snow..."

"Thank you... take me back..."

He held the crystal cluster tightly with one hand and stretched out the other.

Qian Renxue has been taking him back these past two days.

Qian Renxue gazed at the young man before her.

His white shirt was now tattered and bloodstained, with almost no patch of undamaged skin.

Her beautiful blue eyes trembled slightly.

Her red lips parted several times, but the words that welled up to them choked back.

Today, Li Zhexian is especially badly injured.

She suddenly turned around.

Without a word, a pair of jade-like arms gently embraced Li Zhexian, carrying him on her slender back.

A gentle, warm aura of light emanated from her.

Li Zhexian did not struggle.

He pressed his cheek against her soft, slender back and whispered:
"Thanks……"

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled.

She held his arm tighter.

As dusk settles and the stars begin to twinkle.

The girl carried the battered and bruised boy on her back, stepping on the starlight, and silently went home.

　It feels like Li Bai, the immortal poet, stepped out of the book and struck me with a gust of wind; I've developed a bit of hives.

　　The young author is going to the community hospital to get checked out. Chapter 3 is finished but hasn't been revised yet; he's working on it while receiving an IV drip, so it will be a little late.

　　There will definitely be a third chapter!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)