[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi":3,"chapter-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-132":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1550484,2014,"Chapter 132 - 132 — Pope Bibi Dong! Departure for Spirit City, Finals of the Spirit Master Tournament","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-132",132,"\u003Cp>That day—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five teams of the Heaven Dou Empire,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>under the protection of five hundred royal knights,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>set out in grand procession toward the finals venue of the Spirit Master Tournament—Spirit City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the official road,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>knights bearing spears and shields formed a torrent of steel,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>escorting six luxurious carriages drawn by teams of eight fine horses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very center—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the carriage bore the resplendent star-emblem of the Heaven Dou Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the personal conveyance of Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emperor Xue Ye, burdened with affairs of state and weakened in health, would not attend in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, as the empire's highest representative, traveled to Spirit City to serve as judge for the finals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The road ahead was long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Heaven Dou City to Spirit City,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the journey would take nearly twenty days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a day later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng lifted the curtain of his carriage,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>staring down the winding road stretching to the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands clenched tight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>knuckles pale,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lightning nearly bursting from his eyes, unable to be contained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At last…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At last, the finals!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Golden Generation of Spirit Hall!\" Dugu Yan's emerald pupils narrowed vertically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The three of the Golden Generation—each bears the Purple Record Medal of Spirit Hall, the highest honor bestowed upon young Spirit Masters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Carming Fox Martial Soul girl, Hu Liena, the core of the Golden Generation, direct disciple of the Pope…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand pressed against her right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Word by word, she spoke coldly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was her who crushed my arm bones.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feng, Osler, and the Shi brothers all had faces filled with resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too had been swept aside, humiliated utterly by the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their defeat was spread throughout Heaven Dou City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That searing humiliation and hatred haunted them nightly, nightmares that woke them in cold sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Ye Lingling, usually so cold and detached,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had rare fury flickering in her azure eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of their gazes turned in unison toward the corner of the carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the white-robed youth, leaning against the wall as if asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Li Zhexian…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against the Golden Generation's cultivation—above rank fifty Spirit Kings—and their monstrous ability to battle across ranks, they would have no chance. But with Li Zhexian, there was hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps their gazes were too intense. Li Zhexian slowly opened his eyes, stretching lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, too stuffy in here. I'm going to get some air.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng and the others didn't think much of it. But Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged a look. A few moments later, they quietly followed him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw Li Zhexian murmur a few words to the guards, then step aboard Crown Prince Xue Qinghe's carriage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As I thought—brother Zhexian went straight to His Highness.\" Dugu Yan said, crossing her arms over her chest, which made her voluptuous curves even more breathtakingly magnificent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingling said softly, \"Besides Li Zhexian, I haven't seen anyone else get into that carriage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Yan glanced at her with a sidelong look. \"Lingling, it's all your fault!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it wasn't for you, when we were in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan, I would have already found out if Brother Zhexian was... you know...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingling was stunned for a moment. Then, realizing what she meant, her pretty face turned red with shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... you're still bringing that up! It's the same no matter who it is!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang San lowered the curtain, his face layered with coldness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shrek carriage felt emptier than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since their departure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xiaogang had been nowhere to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Tang San had not been told where he went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Erlong, already volatile, had grown even more unpredictable in temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were also absent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Shànxiāng Pavilion conflict—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Zhu Zhuqing still counted as part of Shrek was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had taken a separate carriage, and for unknown reasons Xiao Wu had gone with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Mubai, feigning sleep, opened his bloodshot evil eyes. When they met Tang San's gaze—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both understood perfectly what the other intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In their hearts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Defeating and humiliating Li Zhexian in the arena, was already more important than the championship itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Rongrong bit her lip, brows furrowed, lost in thought as she watched the scenery rush by outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Zhexian lift the curtain and enter, Xue Qinghe smiled and closed the scroll in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a refreshing coldness surged out, revealing a plate of fruits as tempting as rubies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just in time—I was waiting for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian sat down across from Xue Qinghe and, without any ceremony, took the fruit she had already peeled and put it in his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fruit was full of juice, and its sweetness was far better than a lychee from his previous life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them talked and laughed happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was focused on peeling, and the other was eating leisurely. More accurately, Xue Qinghe meticulously peeled the fruits, and Li Zhexian was responsible for eating to his heart's content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When only the last fruit remained—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qinghe at last pretended to refuse to yield, playfully wrestling with Li Zhexian for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she held the fruit at the corner of her lips and raised an eyebrow at Li Zhexian in a provocative manner before swallowing it with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh right, Li Zhexian…\" Xue Qinghe seemed to have remembered something. She took out a silky brocade handkerchief and wiped the juice from her fingertips, seemingly inadvertently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qian Renxue... asked me to ask you something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She said, if she can return in time for the finals—would you be willing to meet her?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\" Li Zhexian answered without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A radiant smile blossomed across Xue Qinghe's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light flickered at her fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From her soul tool she drew out a pale-yellow pillow, cheeks faintly red as she handed it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rest here a while. I still have a few reports to read.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian took it. Actually, he really was a little sleepy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Li Zhexian rested his head on the pillow, a faint, clear, and fragrant scent lingered at his nose. This pillow was clearly one that Xue Qinghe used daily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the side profile of the young man sleeping peacefully, a hint of softness spread across Xue Qinghe's brows and eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she thought of the dangers hidden along this twenty-day journey—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chilling murderous intent welled up in her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside Spirit City—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That woman would be constrained from striking at Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing that woman—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would surely be an assassination attempt against Li Zhexian along the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the steady breath of the boy beside her, Xue Qinghe's killing intent slowly subsided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian didn't say it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I understand—the reason he joined the Emperial Battle Team…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One, to avenge the shame of the Emperor Battle Team.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two, to repay Spirit Hall's pursuit in kind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And three—to aid our victory, building merit for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quietly got up and sat next to the sleeping Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With trembling fingers, she reached out—gently brushing the youth's handsome cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian, I won't let anything happen to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering Pope's Palace pierced into the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its gilded dome glowed like molten fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve colossal pillars, shaped like the limbs of some giant insect, supported the hundred-meter-high gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the grand hall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nineteen thousand slabs of obsidian paved the floor, polished to a mirror's gleam, reflecting the rows of ever-burning lamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those lamps burned oil distilled from ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts, releasing a strange, clarifying fragrance that curled throughout the vast chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three young figures knelt on one knee, heads bowed deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their posture was reverent to the point of abasement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not daring even to glance at the presence upon the high throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the far end of the hall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon a Pope's Seat carved from blood-jade,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whose back rose into eight chilling, bone-like spines—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sat a figure shrouded in violet mist of Spirit Power…\u003C\u002Fp>",1348,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","6340f286be68fa80cf75dea546c92d4ce18ad9c4416f2624d2f5ee29570f1f6a","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-133","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-337",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]