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

Chapter 88 Li Zhexian: I'm unwilling; Ning Rongrong and I are now strangers.
"Exiled Immortal..."

"Would you be willing to return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Ning Fengzhi's art of cultivating inner strength.

After asking that question, a sense of nervousness welled up inside me.

Chen Xin paused slightly as she held the teacup.

The rim of the cup touched the lips, and the tea flowed spontaneously without wind, with sword energy crisscrossing in the ripples.

In an instant, the water in the cup evaporated completely, leaving only wisps of white steam.

He put down the empty cup.

His gaze swept between Ning Fengzhi and Li Zhexian.

Ning Fengzhi and he both knew the truth...

Since Rongrong broke off her relationship with Li Zhexian, these elders have stood by and done nothing, which is tantamount to condoning it.

Even when Li Bai drowned his sorrows in wine and left in despair, they did not show up to stop him.

From that moment on.

Li Zhexian's connection with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had come to an end.

Although the young man was carefree and unrestrained, he had an inherent pride in his bones.

But even so.

The fact that Ning Fengzhi, as the head of a sect, could still lower himself and ask for peace shows just how dazzling Li Zhexian is now.

Xue Qinghe's gaze also fell on Li Zhexian.

As far as she was concerned, she was naturally extremely unwilling for Li Zhexian to return.

Unrelated to calculations of self-interest.

It was simply because she didn't want to let down Li Zhexian, someone who had wronged her, be forgiven so easily.

"I don't want to."

Under the different gazes of the three people.

Li Bai's answer was concise and to the point, as if stating a predetermined answer.

"Exiled Immortal..."

The bitterness at the corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth grew even stronger.

He never expected that Li Zhexian would not even offer the slightest hint of tact.

This inevitably reminded him of that day...

He, along with Chenxin and Gurong, silently watched as Rongrong and Li Zhexian severed ties.

At that time, he never thought of leaving any room for maneuver.

Today, Li Zhexian responded to him in the same manner.

The cycle of cause and effect is nothing more than this.

Chen Xinbai frowned slightly, then relaxed again.

...Li Zhexian is correct.

"The tea has gone cold."

Xue Qinghe gracefully served Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin fresh tea.

Their eyes met unintentionally.

A faint smile appeared in her eyes.

Li Zhexian understood that look: Well done.

He remained calm and picked up his teacup to take a sip.

Return to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

He never even considered it.

Having made up his mind to travel the continent and roam the martial world with his sword.

Apart from the bright moon and gentle breeze, all other forces are shackles.

Moreover, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, with whom they had a history of grudges and unpleasantness.
He has already let it go.

The past is not a lie.

Looking at Li Zhexian's calm and handsome face, Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply.

"It's understandable that you don't want to go back."

"Just like in the game of chess just now, if you make a wrong move, it will be too late to regret it."

"Immortal, I have one last question..."

"Rongrong..."

"She is still young and we have spoiled her rotten."

"What she said to you that day was too cruel and harsh."

"I apologize to you on her behalf..."

"Sect Leader Ning, you flatter me!"

Li Zhexian interrupted Ning Fengzhi and said seriously:

"Looking back now, I realize I wasted six years of my life."

“For Ning Rongrong, who possesses the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul, this is certainly not a good match.”

"It was only natural for her to distance herself from me at that time."

Ning Fengzhi hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Li Zhexian continued:

"Sect Leader Ning, rest assured."

"If I ever meet Ning Rongrong again, I will treat her as a stranger, as if we had never met before."

"As for intentional revenge or verbal mockery, that's too childish and not in my nature."

Everything seemed to have been cleared up. The misunderstanding between Li Zhexian and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School seemed to have been resolved.

however.

Ning Fengzhi clearly felt...

The invisible barrier seems to have deepened.

Continuing the conversation would only create more awkwardness, as the only connection between them is the past of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and mentioning it would only make them seem more distant.

Ning Fengzhi stood up and said:

"Immortal, there's no need to see me off. You should rest well."

Li Zhexian still escorted Ning Fengzhi and Chenxin to the courtyard gate.

Just now.

Chen Xin suddenly stopped in her tracks, her white hair moving slightly to the side without any wind.

He pointed his fingers like a sword.

Without warning, it slashed at Li Zhexian.

This sudden attack.

A golden glint flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes.

Li Zhexian touched Xue Qinghe's wrist from behind.

Xue Qinghe's tense body slowly relaxed.

A sharp glint suddenly appeared in Li Zhexian's eyes.

With a clear and melodious sword cry, the Azure Lotus Sword hovered before him.

The moment the sword hilt touched my hand!

A gentle breeze suddenly blew through the courtyard!

This gentle breeze blew directly into the Azure Lotus Sword!

The twelve blue lotuses engraved on the spine of the sword sway gracefully in the wind!

Facing the chilling sword light unleashed by Chen Xin's sword finger.

Li Zhexian drew his sword.

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

The sword light is ethereal, formless and shapeless, drifting in the gentle breeze, yet it carries an unpredictable sharpness that can penetrate bone and stone!

In an instant.

The courtyard is filled with grass, trees, bricks, and stones.

Silently, traces of wind erosion appeared on them.

Li Zhexian's sword met Chen Xin's sharp sword finger, but it dissipated like wisps of breeze.

Without hesitation, he unleashed two more sword strikes.

A series of sword lights crisscrossed, barely managing to block Chen Xin's sword strike.

Chen Xin looked at Li Zhexian, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"You have indeed comprehended the sword intent of wind."

"In a wisp of wind, some perceive its swiftness, some perceive its sharpness, but you perceive the formlessness of the wind, which resonates with the way of the passage of time and the decay of all things."

"It seems you've been to the Wind Sword Sect and met Feng Bailong."

"There's no need to take that old scoundrel's words too seriously. He sat atop the mountain listening to the wind and comprehending the sword, vowing that 'I will not reach the Douluo realm until my sword is sharpened.' However, in my opinion, without a great stroke of luck, Feng Bailong will never be able to reach the Douluo realm in his lifetime."

"With this inspiration, your foundation in the Myriad Manifestations Sword Dao has become even stronger, but the road ahead is still fraught with difficulties and dangers."

"When you have mastered the fourth level of swordsmanship, I will come to find you again."

The words fell.

Then Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi drifted away into the distance.

The two walked to a place far from the courtyard.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly spoke:
"The banished immortal said he would regard Rongrong as a stranger."

"Knowing Rongrong as I do, I'm afraid she'll find it even harder to accept."

Chen Xin heard this.

A rare hint of helplessness appeared on that lean and aloof face.

He was confident that the sword in his hand could cut down everything in the world.

The word "emotion" alone cannot be severed, nor can it be untangled.

"Should we tell Rongrong about the current state of the banished immortal?"

Ning Fengzhi pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:
“When Rongrong broke up with the immortal, none of us intervened.”

"For now... let nature take its course."

Chen Xin nodded slightly.

Once they left the area of ​​the Heavenly Dou Imperial City, Chen Xin suddenly stopped and said to Ning Feng:
“Fengzhi, we are both certain that the Immortal will not help the Ye family or participate in the battle for the Heavenly Healing Sacred Tower.”

"Even so, when the Immortal Sword Dao is perfected in the future, he will surely fight me."

Ning Fengzhi first looked at Chen Xin in astonishment.

It became clear immediately.

Sword cultivators across the land are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

Chen Xin now holds the reins of the world's swordsmanship.

If Li Zhexian wishes to prove his own path and reach the pinnacle in the future, a battle with Chenxin is inevitable.

This is not a matter of personal grudges, but a struggle over the principles of morality.

Ning Fengzhi could only shake his head and sigh softly.

"It seems that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Li Zhexian are destined to have a difficult time."

(End of this chapter)