[{"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-171":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},1550626,2014,"Chapter 171 - 171 – Snowstorms of the Northern Border, The Storyteller and the Spirit Master Journey Across the Continent","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-171",171,"\u003Cp>On the high platform—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faded blue robe fluttered in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clamor below gradually subsided. People gazed at the storyteller, confusion tinged with a faint unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Jingtanmu (Storyteller's Gavel) was raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire hall fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hoarse voice slowly spread:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Red robes are too bright, unworthy of a youth's blood;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden halls are too narrow, unable to contain bones of truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each word was desolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The listeners felt a chill in their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That day…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In Spirit City, before the Pope's Hall!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the singles match of the Spirit Master Tournament, Lord Sword Wine crushed Shrek's twin Martial Souls…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In the team battle, Lord Sword Wine alone stood against the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Supreme Pontiff sat high upon her divine throne, her voice thundering with judgment: Li Zhexian, half a year ago, you slaughtered my Spirit Hall's seventeen deacons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And then—those elusive Titled Douluo appeared, four of them, all to shield Lord Sword Wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who could have foreseen—Lord Sword Wine too bore twin Martial Souls!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With his fourth Spirit Ability unleashed, a single sword nailed the Supreme Pontiff to the divine mountain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To defy Titled Douluo while but a Spirit Ancestor—Lord Sword Wine is truly a peerless genius, unmatched through the ages!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But such a world-shaking Spirit Ability… could it come without a price?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Sword Wine…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…fell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From noon until sunset, the story's twists and turns drew gasps again and again from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some swore they could almost see that youth in white robes—sword flashing like frost, defeating all rivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the story sank into tragedy, sorrow thickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller's aged eyes were streaming with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience below was now deathly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single sword nailing the Pope to Spirit Hall's divine mountain… and Lord Sword Wine, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock and emptiness weighed on the hearts of Heaven Dou's people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That white-robed youth who had always feasted with heroes at Fragrant Pavilion, yet laughed and joked with common folk—seemed to vanish along with the heart-stirring story\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller ignored the rising murmurs behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunched and trembling, he stepped down from the platform and shuffled toward the pastry shop he often visited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One packet of cloud cakes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh, old sir, you've finished early today. Surely Lord Sword Wine must have brought the championship back to Heaven Dou City, yes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storyteller's lips twitched into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying the warm paper packet, he returned home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a small courtyard—not large, but tidy. Green tiles on the roof, blue bricks on the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing outside, he raised his head to the fresh eaves, calloused hand brushing against the brick wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, silently, he entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed the cakes to his babbling infant grandson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then rummaged out a worn bundle, frayed and crumbling, and began to pack coarse clothes for travel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son and daughter-in-law stared, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, where are you going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without turning back, the storyteller replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To travel Heaven Dou and Star Luo… to tell stories.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exclamation burst out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father! At your age? How can your body endure that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've told enough of Lord Sword Wine's stories already…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son rushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man's hands paused, but he did not look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know… Spirit Hall has shown kindness to Spirit Masters of the world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But that kindness was never meant for an old man who lives by wagging his tongue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm just a storyteller…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was Lord Sword Wine's reward that let me buy this new home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was Lord Sword Wine who didn't mind my chatter, who allowed me to tell his stories in front of crowds.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And it was Sword Wine Lord who personally came to support me, allowing me to, in my final years, still wear the red robe and have one glorious moment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rose, trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What will Spirit Hall proclaim of what happened at the Pope's Hall?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How will they twist it, smear it, turn black to white? I do not know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I've told stories my whole life. I know this—when enough people repeat a story, black can be painted as gold, falsehood passed down as truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot fight, nor heal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All I can do… is carry this mouth of mine, walk every corner of Heaven Dou and Star Luo, and speak the truth as it was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So that people will remember—that our Heaven Dou once had such a youth, brilliant beyond compare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father—you've gone mad!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son's voice was hoarse with anger and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"An old man wandering the continent? What if you meet a spirit beast? What if you run into bandits?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What if—what if Spirit Hall's Spirit Masters hear you? Do you wish to die?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, the old man turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The furrows of his face were calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mother is gone. You have your own family now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am old. In this world, there are things more important than life and death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His son's lips parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But looking into his father's eyes, shining with a light never before seen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words died in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house felt heavy, suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock, knock—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock, knock—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard door shook with a knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice carried through the dusk:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, please open the door!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perplexed, the son pulled it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside stood the Spirit Master who had earlier delivered the bloodstained scroll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had changed clothes, but weariness clung to him. Only his eyes blazed bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not enter. Standing at the threshold, his gaze cut past the son, landing upon the old man with his travel bundle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, I heard all you said just now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I may not have received Lord Sword Wine's kindness as you did…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But that day, outside the Pope's Hall, I saw everything with my own eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A genius like Lord Sword Wine deserves to be written in the history books in bold, indelible strokes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drew a deep breath, chest rising and falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will go with you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll walk the lands of Heaven Dou and Star Luo by your side, telling Lord Sword Wine's story!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With this Spirit Master's robe upon me, common rabble won't dare come close!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You tell it—I'll protect you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And perhaps, in the future…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When the chronicles record Lord Sword Wine's legend…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…they will also inscribe our two humble names.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The setting sun burned molten gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spirit Master's shadow stretched long across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in its glow, the old man's clouded eyes shone bright with pride and gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the tattered bundle tight, his lips trembled before he finally uttered one word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night descended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the small courtyard of green tiles,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures merged into the deepening dark, gilded by a faint, stubborn light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus began a journey—measuring the continent with their footsteps, etching legend into memory with their voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One month later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The northern border of the Heaven Dou Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By a forest of cold pines, snow lay thick and white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lonely tavern stood half-buried in the wind and snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind carried snowflakes, trying to sneak through the window cracks—only to be shut out as a hand inside slammed the shutters down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young man, you look unfamiliar, not from Cold Crow Fort, are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The proprietress dusted off her hands. Her plump figure swayed with her steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfume thick with cheap powder and something indefinable lingered as she moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hips swayed as she crossed to the corner table, where a youth sat cloaked in thick black fur, a wide-brimmed hat shadowing his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This northern border is a hell of ice—cold enough to kill a man. Even Spirit Power mercenaries can't survive without coal to burn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the coal's poisonous, so you've got to keep the windows open.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wind and snow blow in—it must feel so unwelcoming, dear guest~~\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1298,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","875397eaf781dcbc4258ef5295c5389d6d6fdc31212a72969ed9d20ba79c746c","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-391","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-390",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]