[{"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-201":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},1550716,2014,"Chapter 201 - 201 — With Three Thousand Blooded Bones, Forge My Sword of Killing Intent; With the Dirge of Lost Souls, Brew My Wine of the Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-201",201,"\u003Cp>A trap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A setup?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One man laying a trap for three thousand?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone immediately stepped forward, pointing mockingly at Li Zhexian suspended in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Slaughter Sword, no matter how sharp your sword—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With three thousand of us charging at once, you can't possibly kill us all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the edge of the crowd, Hu Liena's fox tail twitched uneasily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden eyes locked onto the blood-robed figure above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chill like icy needles shot from her feet up her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quietly began stepping backward toward the entrance of the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not far behind her, Tang San, who had been lingering near the rear, showed the same wary look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the air, Li Zhexian stood upon invisible swords of wind, his robe fluttering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That boast of \"couldn't kill them all\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was answered only by his faint, unreadable laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heh…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his Wishful Hundred Treasure Purse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and drew out a strange flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its petals were dark red like congealed blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their edges black as the dying feathers of a swan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it appeared,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang San's face changed drastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pace surged,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his figure blurring into afterimages as he shot toward the valley's exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Hu Liena didn't hesitate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she followed at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the three thousand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the sharpest of them also sensed death approaching,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>panic twisting their faces as they turned to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strange flower cracked open along its veins—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and then began to shudder violently, before bursting apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoo—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shoo—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless dark-red streaks of light, like venomous serpents,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>shot out with screaming whistles, raining down on the three thousand below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the purple moonlight hanging over the valley seemed to warp and twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of shattering petals\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Mourning Mandrake,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one of the spiritual herbs Li Zhexian possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its poison was not as brutally dominant as The Blood Swan's Kiss,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it possessed a terrifying trait —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it could only be awakened by pure energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The purer the energy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the farther its poison would spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once tainted by it, a Spirit Master's power would rot and fade like dead wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to awaken it, Li Zhexian had used a mixture of several immortal wines —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a catalyst born of intoxication and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poisonous dark-red light rolled like a tide through the valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the quick-reacting Tang San and Hu Liena had escaped beyond the cliffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all three thousand fugitives —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>were swallowed whole by the spreading dark-red poisonous mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian glanced at the two panic-stricken figures outside the valley. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes and vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he sought today was only the brewing of wine and the forging of his sword. The lives of his opponents could be collected later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the poisonous light of the Mourning Mandrake swept, the Spirit Power within the bodies of the three thousand fugitives vanished without a trace, like snow on boiling water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian, on the other hand, had long ago consumed the wine from his Wine Martial Soul, which was effective in neutralizing all poisons in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My… my Spirit Power?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Impossible! It's gone!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Blood Slaughter Sword truly intends to trap and kill three thousand of us?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With their Spirit Power completely lost, the shadow of death only ignited the madness deep within the desperate fugitives' bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd became like a swarm of angry ants, pouring even more hysterically toward the valley entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dazzling beam of Holy Light erupted beside Li Zhexian,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>spanning the valley entrance in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six radiant wings unfolded — Qian Renxue's angelic form descended,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>wind howling from the beat of her wings,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dust and blood swirling into a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her stunning jade face was now covered in frost. The Holy Light Sword in her hand was wreathed in Holy Flame, and her killing intent was palpable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Angel?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They're working together?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bullshit Supreme Treasure! Bullshit sworn enemies! It was all a trap set by them!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Slaughter Sword, you cunning bastard! You planned this for months—just to lure us here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the valley, witnessing Qian Renxue actually joining Li Zhexian to block the entrance, Tang San and Hu Liena were horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without daring to linger another moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they fled hundreds of meters away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only then stopping atop a high cliff,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>hearts pounding as they looked back toward the infernal valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian hovered midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The swords of air beneath his feet hummed like dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those cold, star-like eyes swept across the sea of terrified faces below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his sleeve,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a vessel floated out—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the same that held half-brewed Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>settling above the center of the valley, suspended in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With the dirge of the dead, I shall brew my Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With three thousand blooded bones, I shall forge my Sword of Killing Intent.\".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his voice fell, Li Zhexian plunged into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer a clear sword cry, but a sound of tearing silk, filled with savage ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three-foot, six-inch Qinglian Sword in his hand, which had been breathing out azure-gold sword intent, now erupted with a blinding, terrifying crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword light was not a clear, clean ribbon. Instead, it condensed into a crimson arc of light, thick with the stench of death, and slashed down violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pshh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pshh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first dozen men\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did not even have time to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One burly killer swung his blade in despair—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but as the crimson light swept by,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his steel demon-head saber shattered like rotten wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head shot skyward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blood spraying several meters, spattering across Li Zhexian's cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword gave a low, resonant hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The originally auspicious blue-gold sword intent on the blade seemed to be saturated by the spattered blood, visibly wrapping itself in a streak of crimson. The crimson spread and deepened like a living thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, pure killing intent\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rose up from the hilt\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and pierced straight into Li Zhexian's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Killing intent?\" Li Zhexian's eyes were indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wrist flicked again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the swordlight poured out like a river of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads rolled through the air;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blood rained and wind howled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is killing intent?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… it's merely slaughter and the stench of blood reflected back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not the Sword of Killing Intent I seek!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sneered inwardly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet his sword grew sharper still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swordlight slashed and wove through the air,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>every arc taking several lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword's crimson hue grew so thick it nearly devoured the azure beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever its edge passed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even the air seemed frozen by death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving behind faint trails of red mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surviving desperados, driven past fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>screamed and charged again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>madness blazing in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without Spirit Power, their bodies still stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperation birthed feral strength—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each life-forfeiting strike gnawed for a piece of flesh in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three thousand of them!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they were but sheep for the slaughter,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they would fight until their limbs failed and their hearts burst!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Li Zhexian—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>was killing himself into madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads rolled like gourds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blood spouted like fountains,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>weaving a crimson mist over the narrow valley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams, the curses,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>merged into a sea of venomous despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Blood Slaughter Sword! You'll die a terrible death!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Slaughtering over three thousand people is unforgivable by the laws of Heaven! You will surely face retribution!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's black robe, long since drenched in blood,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>now dripped thick, heavy crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair hung in clotted strands—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but his eyes remained cold,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dark as a bottomless abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bunch of scumbags wallowing in the Slaughter City dare to speak of Heavenly retribution? Absolutely ridiculous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's heart was like solid rock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every life taken,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the azure of his sword dimmed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the crimson deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword seemed to be reforged again and again\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the furnace of blood and flame,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gleaming with a murderous light that froze the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade vibrated—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like ten thousand resentful spirits weeping within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>threads of murky, thick blood vapor\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rose from the pulped remains below—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their resentment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their warmth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their final fragments of will—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>drifting silently upward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>into the suspended vessel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within it,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the uncanny brew Forgetful River Blood Resentment Fragrance\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>absorbed the undying obsessions,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the echoes of despair,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the final traces of dream—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and slowly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ripened toward completion.\u003C\u002Fp>",1418,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","448901e3bae81cc6d5cd3f0280064d3220f06c1f0fe4c80ff21a3907f230fad2","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-202","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-100",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]