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

Chapter 79 Li Zhexian's Swordplay Talent, Presenting Wine to the Wind Sword Sect
The wind-eroded sword-shaped stele forest is bustling with people.

All the disciples and elders of the Wind Sword Sect were present.

All eyes, some tense, some solemn, were focused on the white-clad figure standing before the rock pillar.

incredible!

It took Sect Master Feng Bailong a whole year to comprehend the sword intent of wind!
This Li Zhexian has only been at the Wind Sword Sect for four short days!
Four days to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship?
It’s simply a fantasy!
Even with the sect leader, the young sect leader, and all the elders present, the disciples still couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"real or fake?"

"Li Zhexian is actually this terrifying?!"

"To comprehend sword intent in four days? Is this even human?"

"I do not believe!"

Whispers filled the air.

Elder Fengxiao suddenly turned around and shouted in a deep voice:

"quiet!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The vast forest of wind-eroded sword steles has returned to its deathly silence.

However, as the elders exchanged glances, they clearly shared the same surprise and doubt.

All eyes were fixed on the white shadow in front of the wind-eroded rock pillar.

The air grew heavy and still.

At this time.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose.

The suffocating oppression was swept away like a sudden summer rain.

Li Bai's white robe fluttered in the wind.

He raised his hand.

A grasping motion in mid-air.

A three-foot-six-inch green sword, clear and as pure as jade, materialized from nothingness and was held in his palm.

Apart from Qian Renxue, everyone present was a Sword Martial Soul Master.

The Azure Lotus Sword appeared in an instant!
The sword spirits of everyone hummed in unison, trembling as if in fear!

This was also the first time Feng Bailong had ever "seen" Li Zhexian's sword.

He felt a sharp, needle-like pain in both ears.

At our first meeting.

He then realized that Li Zhexian's sword was incredibly sharp.

What I "saw" today.

I was still deeply shaken by it.

"Regardless of understanding the way of the sword, just considering its sharpness..."

"The sword of my young friend, the banished immortal, has surpassed even the Seven Kills of the mortal heart!"

With one sword strike, ten thousand swords submit.

This is the Azure Lotus Sword, which has reached the realm of ultimate sharpness.

While everyone was still reeling from the astonishing power of the attack, Li Zhexian made his move.

Sword techniques arise from the wind and are combined with momentum.

It is perfectly natural and unrestrained.

The gesture of Li Bai waving his sleeve.

They all exude a free and unrestrained spirit.

"The third form of the Azure Lotus Sword Song - Wind Without Form..."

As that cyan sword energy quietly departed from the blade.

The crowd was suddenly startled to realize: the sword strike had already been launched!

This sword strike was completely integrated with the wind.

It wanders in the untamed wind.

Carrying the destructive spirit of the wind, with poetic and freehand sharpness, it slashed at the dark rock pillar that was as thick as several people could hug.

呲——

Silent and formless, ethereal and invisible.

The sword energy brushed past the rock pillar as lightly as a breeze.

But the giant pillar, which was over twenty meters tall, suddenly trembled!
Dust settled and fell from the surface of the rock pillar.

Li Zhexian's dissipated sword intent vanished with the wind.

Everyone hurriedly looked over.

The glaring sword mark I had imagined did not appear.

On the dark pillar, a deep wind erosion mark suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

This mark is like something blown by a strong wind over a thousand years, surrounded by old traces eroded by wind and sand.

At its deepest point, it was more than a foot deep!
"This...what is this..."

Feng Buyu's lips moved silently, his eyes filled with confusion.

He couldn't understand the meaning of that sword strike.

There was no roar of energy, no dazzling sharpness.

Silent and still, yet it harbors immense destructive power.

His soul power level surpasses that of Li Zhexian.

Even with all his might, he could only leave a sword mark three inches and two centimeters deep on the rock pillar.

In contrast, Li Bai...

This seemingly casual sword strike carved out a ravine more than a foot deep.

"This sword..."

Feng Xiao let out a long sigh, his pale eyes filled with barely concealed horror.

"Absolutely powerful!"

There was dead silence.

The disciples and elders were all speechless.

Li Zhexian has indeed comprehended the sword intent of wind.

Four days! Just four days!

This unbelievable reality shocked their understanding, and the disciples even found it absurd.

"Feng Wuxiang..."

"What a shrewd Feng Wuxiang..."

Feng Bailong listened intently, trying to catch the lingering sword energy in the wind.

"The same breeze can evoke different feelings: some perceive its urgency, while others feel its speed."

“My young friend, the banished immortal, I see that he is formless and feel his unrestrained nature.”

"This sword..."

Feng Bailong felt that Li Zhexian's talent in swordsmanship was becoming increasingly astonishing.

"I can actually hear the vicissitudes of time in the wind-eroded rock pillars!"

"Stunning! Absolutely stunning!"

"You flatter me, senior."

Li Zhexian sheathed his Azure Lotus Sword.

He bowed to Feng Bailong, the elders, and the hundreds of disciples led by Feng Buyu.

"The reason why the banished immortal was able to comprehend this sword is because of the wonders of your sect's treasure land, and I am also grateful to the seniors and fellow practitioners for allowing me to study it here."

now.

In the eyes of the Wind Sword Sect members.

Li Zhexian was already a peerless swordsmanship prodigy of his time.

Seeing Li Zhexian bow to them, everyone respectfully returned the bow.

"Young Immortal Hero/Senior Immortal Brother, you flatter me!"

Li Zhexian's lips curled slightly.

He spent several days at the Wind Sword Sect and felt quite content.

During his sword practice, no one disturbed him, and food and drink were carefully served to him.

Although there was some criticism, it is only natural, and he is not a narrow-minded person.

"The banished immortal has nothing of value to offer as thanks."

After a moment's thought, Li Zhexian continued:

"He has a great love for wine and also enjoys brewing wine."

“I used your clan’s Wind Soul Crystal Cluster to brew some light wine, which I present to you as a token of my appreciation.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Buyu's eyes lit up, and he said repeatedly:
"well!"

He was also a lover of wine.

He was about to step forward immediately.

"Keep silent!"

Feng Bailong, his eyes wrapped in black silk, stared at the young sect leader, pinning him to the spot.

The sect leader, with his mottled white hair, frowned.

“Young friend, since I have allowed you to use the Wind Soul Crystal Cluster at will, I have never thought of asking for anything in return.”

"Your ability to comprehend swordsmanship is entirely due to your own talent and hard work."

"Don't mention this again."

Li Zhexian smiled but said nothing, and lightly patted the treasure pouch at his waist.

A square table appeared out of thin air.

Dozens of bottles of Youlingfengcui were neatly stacked on top of it.

The spirit of the wind has just appeared.

The wind suddenly rose throughout the entire Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest.

A rich, pure, and ethereal aura wafted out, refreshing and invigorating.

"hiss--"

Feng Xiao, Feng Buyu, and the others all gasped in shock, their eyes wide open.

They initially thought it was just an ordinary fine wine and shouldn't be worth too much.

Only now did I realize that this wine was extraordinary, capable of drawing upon a light and ethereal energy.

Li Bai's calligraphy is far too precious.

but……

They couldn't refuse.

They practiced the Wind and Thunder Sword Formation, and just by smelling the ethereal aroma of wine, they felt a gentle breeze surrounding them, and their wind-attribute soul power trembled.

Even Feng Bailong, who wanted to decline again, fell silent.

His nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly.

He swallowed quietly.

He swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

Seeing this, Li Zhexian's smile deepened.

He already knew it.

This Spirit Essence is an irresistible temptation for a wind-controlling sect like the Wind Sword Sect.

Especially for the Wind White Dragon...

Li Zhexian harbored a secret expectation.

In the original story, this pure swordsman never broke through to the Title Douluo level before his death.

With the help of the wandering spirits and the essence of nature.

Will Feng Bailong be able to take that step?
Of all the true swordsmen of our time, Li Zhexian has only ever met two.

One is the heart of dust, and the other is the white dragon of wind.

Whether it's gratitude for his unreserved preaching or a sense of mutual appreciation that "I am not alone in my faith."

He was willing to donate this Spirit Essence to the Wind Sword Sect.

"I don't know if it's because of me..."

"Could the Douluo Continent produce another Wind Sword Douluo?"

　The next chapter will be a little after nine.

　　I still need to get IV drips all day today, which is taking up a lot of time~
　　Sorry, dear readers~
　　I'll be adding an extra chapter for the Alliance Leader tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)