[{"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-18":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},1550383,2014,"Chapter 18: What Power Backs Sword Wine? The More Feminine Side of Xue Qinghe","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-18",18,"\u003Cp>The burly man's severed head rolled across the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood-splattered face still bore a fierce, venomous expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Rank 33 Battle Spirit Master…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still, defeated with a single sword strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian sheathed the Qinglian Sword, turned, and walked toward the corridor leading backstage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His white shoes stepped through pools of blood with a wet, sticky squelch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when his figure vanished into the shadows of the corridor did the audience erupt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thunderous roar threatened to blow the roof off the Spirit Arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Wine! Sword Wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Wine! Sword Wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone shouted his name in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some fans, overcome with excitement, even screamed while tearing at their own hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene was utterly spectacular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second-Floor VIP Box\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven members of the Heaven Dou Imperial Battle Team sat in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two purple Spirit Rings…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Yan's green eyes narrowed into slits like a venomous snake's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice came out slightly hoarse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His first Spirit Ring is already at the thousand-year level? Who the hell is this Sword Wine? Which major sect bred this kind of freak? Or is he the disciple of a Titled Douluo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was common knowledge across the Douluo Continent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attaining optimal age Spirit Rings was already the pinnacle for most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the first and second Spirit Rings both being at the thousand-year level?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unheard of!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Lingling still wore her usual distant, lonely expression,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but a flicker of strange light stirred quietly in her deep blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously dismissive Yu Feng swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So fast… so sharp…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can a Spirit Grandmaster be this powerful?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Shi brothers, who possessed the Black Turle Martial Soul, grunted in their deep voices:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if we could take that strike, we'd still be injured.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their Martial Souls were known for top-tier defense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Rank 37 and 38, the two of them working together with the Black Turle Formation could even withstand attacks from a Spirit Ancestor at over Rank 40.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After witnessing Sword Wine's attack—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were no longer confident in their own defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Boss,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Osler looked worriedly at Yu Tianheng. The other five team members wore tight expressions; the atmosphere was heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This Sword Wine is terrifyingly strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Tianheng's brows were furrowed, but his voice remained steady:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If he breaks through Rank 30, I won't be his match.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But right now, he's just in the twenties. Both of his Spirit Abilities are already revealed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have no reason to lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third-Floor VIP Box\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shock on Porcupinefish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo's faces gradually faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This young man will achieve greatness one day,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young master, you were right to befriend him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for seasoned Titled Douluo, seeing a youth with two thousand-year Spirit Rings was astonishing—bordering on the unbelievable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Xue Qinghe's expression remained neutral, his chest rose and fell slightly, betraying his inner turbulence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, he stepped out of the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Douluo moved to follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Private Contestant Box — Downstairs\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian lounged in a plush chair, casually eating fruit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a rising star in the Spirit Arena, he now enjoyed top-tier treatment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A firm knock on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian quickly sat up, crossed one leg over the other, slipped on his faceless mask, and assumed a cold, aloof demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the persona of \"Sword Wine\" was that of a lone, emotionless swordsman—cool and detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had a certain flair to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he prepared to respond—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door creaked open on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell doesn't knock properly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw Xue Qinghe walk in, dressed in white, fanning himself leisurely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian didn't say a word. Still in character, he remained cold and silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His emotionless eyes stared directly at Xue Qinghe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qinghe stopped, staring back calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two locked eyes, neither willing to back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence stretched—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Xue Qinghe suddenly said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you still want that Three-Immortal Chicken tomorrow?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aloof swordsman persona completely crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aiyo, my dear prince! You're here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in, sit! Sit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the words \"my prince,\" Xue Qinghe's expression twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed twice, hiding his discomfort, and took a seat at Li Zhexian's invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he sat down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pounced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian, am I your brother or not?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're this strong—why didn't you tell me?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Xue Qinghe didn't seem to realize how much his tone resembled a jealous, unreasonable girl right then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you—there aren't many students at the Imperial Academy who can beat me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You just didn't believe me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qinghe was momentarily speechless, but quickly retorted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, you never told me you were fighting in the Spirit Arena either.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're the Crown Prince. I couldn't possibly bother you with such trivial matters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Xue Qinghe had no response at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his lips together and said nothing, quietly turning to watch the next fight on the arena stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Are you mad?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian bumped Xue Qinghe's shoulder with his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qinghe immediately scooted away slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're so petty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian reached over, threw an arm around his neck, and said with a grin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who doesn't have a few secrets?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as we don't betray each other, it's all good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qinghe turned his head, looking at Li Zhexian's bright, spirited expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a pause, he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm. You're right.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They fell silent after that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian still had his arm around Xue Qinghe's neck, munching on slices of fruit now and then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent on him—tinged faintly with blood—was oddly pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to keep his composure, Xue Qinghe asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian, your opponent later is Yu Tianheng. Are you confident?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We'll see then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yu Tianheng. Nineteen years old. Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Spirit Power: Rank 39 Spirit Elder. Spirit Ring configuration: yellow, yellow, purple.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"First Spirit Ability: Thunder Dragon Claw, single-target attack. Second Spirit Ability: Thunder Crash, area attack. Third Spirit Ability: Thunder Fury, amplification-type.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian looked at him in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you… helping me cheat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Qinghe replied naturally:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yu Tianheng's already seen your Spirit Abilities. Now you know his—it's only fair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, I probably won't need it, but thanks for the heads-up, brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous match ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was now 9:00 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcer was already on the stage, calling out the next match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as his name was called, Li Zhexian stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm off. Remember to cheer for your brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm.\" Xue Qinghe nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Li Zhexian was about to disappear from view—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't hold back anymore and called out:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian—come back in one piece!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian didn't even turn his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply raised a hand and waved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stepping into the slightly dim corridor—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deafening cheers of the crowd surged in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian reached the steps leading up to the stage. He looked straight ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the steps on the other side, a young man in blue martial attire slowly walked onto the stage...\u003C\u002Fp>",1200,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.165Z",1,"novelbin.me","c480433e5e1503056d7e0f73ecd5c446598f0b25cddf281e4b640bd718895736","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-19","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-17",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]