Douluo Continent: The Sword of Wine Sweeps Across the Sky, One Sword Opens the Heavens

The Heaven Dou Grand Arena remains as noisy as ever.

When Xie Yunliu reappeared here, many Soul Masters in the arena subconsciously looked over.

He still wore his green robe, the wine gourd at his waist swayed gently, and two purple soul rings around his body remained hidden and unassuming.

He appeared to be just a young sword cultivator with a cool and aloof demeanor.

No one knows his real age; all that is known is that this man, who calls himself "Drunken Swordsman," possesses combat prowess far exceeding his apparent cultivation level.

He found a quiet waiting area to sit down, closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, and gently tapped his knees with his fingertips.

Having just slain several fallen soul masters and tested the full power of his domain amplification, he felt little emotion.

Instead, it gave me a clearer view of my future path.

Past events, like frozen ice, remain unmelted in a corner of my heart.

He wasn't born aloof; it was just that after his past was ruthlessly crushed, he no longer believed in power, protection, or camaraderie.

For him, the word "sect" was not an honor, nor a source of reliance, but a scar etched into his bones.

He never wanted to experience the feeling of being betrayed by the person he should have trusted most, sacrificed by his so-called fellow disciples, and treated as a discarded pawn again.

He understood from that moment on.

In this world, the most reliable thing is never the protection of others, the halo of a sect, or the promises made by others.

It is not the sword in one's hand, the strength within one's body, the wine at one's waist, but the unyielding spirit.

Join any faction?

Should one attach oneself to any powerful figure?

To become a disciple of a certain sect, to be controlled by others, to be subservient to them, and to be manipulated by them?

Xie Yunliu sneered inwardly.

Impossible.

What he wanted was never a place to settle down, nor piles of resources delivered to his door, nor a prestigious-sounding identity.

What he wanted was freedom, to roam the world unfettered, and to do whatever he pleased with his sword.

It means not having to consider anyone's opinion or compromise with any power.

The world is vast, and the Douluo Continent stretches for thousands of miles; where can't one go?

The Soul Beast Forest is full of opportunities, the Great Soul Arena offers points and rewards, and rare treasures are hidden in the mountains and dangerous places.

Resources are never something you can obtain solely through the charity of others.

He has hands and a sword, he has understanding and perseverance. Whatever he wants, he can fight for it, seize it, and find it himself.

Why should one live under someone else's roof?

What others give you, you can take back at any time.

What you earn yourself is yours forever.

Moreover, human nature is unpredictable, and the world is ever-changing.

They greet you with a smile today, but will stab you in the back tomorrow.

He doesn't believe in so-called emotional blackmail, so-called innate talent, or so-called long-term protection.

I'd rather believe the sword in my hand can shatter heaven and earth than believe a single sincere word from someone else.

In his entire life, he only believed in himself.

I only believe in the spirit of the sword, the spirit of the wine, and the path I have paved step by step.

As for other people's attempts to win them over, their gratitude, and their courteous treatment...

Xie Yunliu opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

He was only doing this out of a sense of obligation to save his life; he intervened partly to test his sword skills and partly because he didn't want to see the fallen soul master committing evil deeds.

It was not for any reward, nor was it to curry favor with any particular power.

If others want to express their gratitude, that's their business.

Whether he accepts it or not is his own business.

If someone sincerely gives him a gift, he doesn't mind accepting it, since the resources are indeed useful to him.

However, if someone takes the opportunity to make demands, using favors as leverage or power as bait, trying to tie him to a certain ship.

He would not hesitate to draw his sword and attack.

His path is a solitary one.

His sword is the sword of freedom.

It does not belong to the Heavenly Dou, nor to the Spirit Hall, nor to any sect, nor to any empire.

Alone and with only wine and sword by his side, he comes and goes like the wind, roaming the world freely.

If someone forces him to do something, he doesn't mind letting them know.

This young swordsman not only dares to slay the Fallen Soul Sect, but also dares to defy powerful families, defy authority, and be an enemy of anyone who tries to restrain him.

So what if he's a Title Douluo?

So what if he's the sect leader?

Coercion is the enemy.

Xie Yunliu raised his hand, took the wine flask from his waist, and took a small sip.

As the golden wine entered my throat, a warm sensation spread, and my resolve grew stronger.

He came to the Soul Arena for two reasons: first, to continue honing his sword skills, so that the global amplification could be completely integrated with himself, making his attacks more fluid and unrestrained.

Secondly, accumulate points to exchange for spiritual materials suitable for tempering the body and nourishing sword intent, in preparation for breaking through to level 30 Soul Master.

Third, we must continue to fight to sustain ourselves, constantly transforming ourselves in the face of life and death.

As for what kind of turmoil would be stirred up by his saving Ning Rongrong, or what forces would come knocking on his door, he didn't care at all.

there is always a solution to a problem.

No one can stop him.

Just as his mind became clearer and his sword intent more refined, a distinctly different aura suddenly emanated from outside the Soul Arena.

It is neither noisy nor ostentatious, yet it carries an indescribable sense of oppression.

It was as if the spiritual energy of heaven and earth paused slightly.

Many Soul Masters in the arena had a slight change in expression and subconsciously looked towards the entrance.

Xie Yunliu also raised his eyes.

Three figures slowly walked in, each with a different temperament, yet all possessing an unfathomable aura.

A man dressed in white, with a gentle and refined demeanor, was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

One person had snow-white hair, and his sword intent was restrained yet sharp to the heavens, clearly a master swordsman who had reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

The other person had an unpredictable figure, with wisps of bone mist swirling around him, and his aura was elusive and unfathomable.

Beside the three, a pretty pink figure stood gracefully; it was Ning Rongrong.

As the four walked, the Soul Masters in the arena all gave way, and no one dared to look them in the eye.

Even when deliberately concealed, the aura of a Title Douluo was enough to make the entire audience hold their breath.

Ning Rongrong spotted Xie Yunliu sitting quietly in the corner at a glance. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she subconsciously tugged at Ning Fengzhi's sleeve.

Ning Fengzhi followed the gaze and looked at Xie Yunliu, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

The young man sat calmly like a mountain, his aura steady. Even as two Title Douluos descended, he remained composed, showing no sign of panic.

This mindset alone far surpasses that of his peers.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's gaze narrowed slightly, landing directly on Xie Yunliu, as if scrutinizing him or admiring him.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong observed with great interest the young man who had killed a Soul Master with the cultivation of a Great Soul Master.

Xie Yunliu calmly met their gazes, neither rising nor bowing, but simply looking at them indifferently.

He had already guessed the other party's intentions.

It's nothing more than a three-step process: expressing gratitude, giving gifts, and winning people over.

Ning Fengzhi approached slowly, his tone gentle and polite, displaying the demeanor of a sect leader without appearing oppressive.

"This must be my young friend, the Drunken Swordsman?"

"Young friend, you saved my daughter Rongrong on the Starry Sky Official Road and protected the sect's protectors. The entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is deeply grateful."

Xie Yunliu nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Just something I did on the spur of the moment."

Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly and continued, "Young friend, you are so young, yet your swordsmanship is astonishingly talented. Your talent is truly rare."

"I have come here today to express my gratitude in person, and I have prepared a small gift to present as a token of my appreciation."

He paused, his gaze sincere: "Secondly, on behalf of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, I sincerely invite you to join our school."

"You can use any of the sect's resources at your leisure, and Uncle Jian and Uncle Gu can personally guide you. Your future status will be no less than that of the inner sect's core members."

Ning Rongrong looked at him expectantly from the side.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin nodded slightly, clearly agreeing with the invitation.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong went even further, saying, "Young man, if you follow the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, no one in this Douluo Continent will dare to easily harm you."

If it were anyone else, they would probably be thrilled and kneel down to pledge allegiance upon receiving a personal invitation from two titled Douluo and a sect leader.

Xie Yunliu remained expressionless and slowly spoke.

A single sentence, clearly conveyed throughout the surroundings, instantly shattered the gentle atmosphere of the scene.

I appreciate your kind offer.

"I can accept the gift."

"But joining any faction—"

He raised his eyes, his gaze clear yet as firm as a sword.

"No need."

"In my life, I belong to no one and am not bound by anything."

"Freedom from the world, unrestrained swordplay, that's all."

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