[{"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-233":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},1550748,2014,"Chapter 233 - 233 – Li Zhexian Has a New Wine to Brew! The Spirit Hall Secretly Mobilizes Ten Thousand Spirit Masters","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-233",233,"\u003Cp>\"F–Five Treasures?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The disciples' gasps of disbelief erupted one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"His first entry into the Starveil, and he claimed five Treasures?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did Senior Brother Zhexian… cheat?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi's calm but sharp gaze swept across the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At once, every disciple fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong stared at Li Zhixian for several breaths before Ning Fengzhi finally asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have you ever cultivated your spiritual power?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Treasure Trial was torment… piercing to the soul.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I merely endured a little longer than most.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke plainly, without false modesty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had survived the Hell Road of Slaughter City had all sought ways to calm their killing intent—lest it consume their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Zhexian had sealed that murderous aura within his sword, forcing himself through the agony by will alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spiritual backlash of the Seven Treasure Starveil was like ten thousand ants devouring one's soul—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet for him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still bearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words struck everyone else like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who among them had not tasted the torment of the Starveil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew well—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A broken bone could mend within a hundred days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once the spirit was shattered, there was no promise of recovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain of the mind far outweighed that of flesh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had endured an hour and a half—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and claimed five Treasures?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that thought, every disciple looked toward the pale-faced youth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their eyes brimming with awe so thick it almost took form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi began to speak again,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but Ning Rongrong stepped forward, brows furrowed tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Father, Brother Zhexian is exhausted. Let him rest before asking more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi nodded in assent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin raised two fingers and drew lightly through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crimson sword qiwhich had supported Li Zhexian\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lifted him gently, carrying him down the forest path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Rongrong's Spirit Power rippled softly underfoot as she followed, unwilling to let him out of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This child is truly… a monster,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Rong rasped a hoarse laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin glanced back toward the misty veil of the Starveil entrance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in the depths of his eyes, a flicker of heated light quietly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian really might comprehend a sword intent born of spiritual power.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the days that followed, Li Zhexian seemed utterly possessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single day—without rest, without hesitation—he threw himself into the Seven Treasure Starveil once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His near self-destructive obsession chilled the hearts of all disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most diligent among them would only enter the Starveil once every seven days,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>for the agony—splitting headaches, spirit collapse, the world turning upside down—required several days to recover from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this rule…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>did not apply to Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he emerged from the Starveil, he was pale as death, staggering, his eyes vacant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as though he might collapse at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he staggered out each time, pale and hollow-eyed, looking as if he might collapse at any step—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the next morning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that same white figure could always be seen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>striding decisively toward the Starveil once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his progress was nothing short of terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the third day alone, Li Zhexian had already claimed six Treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the news spread,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was thrown into an uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling on one knee amid the flowing glasslike sands of starlight,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian gripped the Heart Protection Mirror tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Veins bulged along his temples; cold sweat dampened his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The sixth treasure…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One stick of incense faster than last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Taking the seventh may be like reaching heaven itself… but it's not impossible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That seventh treasure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a fingernail-sized glazed bead,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>its entire body shimmering with thirty-two hues,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>etched with twenty-four hidden patterns within and without—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lay among a flood of countless false treasures,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each identical in appearance and aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To locate and seize the true bead amidst that torrent of illusion…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just imagining it made one's scalp go numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Li Zhexian's eyes burned with unwavering confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—there was no joy on his pale face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking seven treasures was not his true goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sought to comprehend the Sword Intent of Spiritual Power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But so far—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had found not even a hint of its path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The 'Glazed Dream Wine' will give me the strength I need.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's gaze shifted toward a small bottle resting quietly upon the starry sands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He, Li Zhexian, would soon have a new wine to drink!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the Brewing Records:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Glazed Dream Wine required the starlit sands of the Starveil as charcoal,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blended with herbs that nourished the spirit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and refined in a furnace of raging spiritual storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its effect: to heal wounds of the spirit and nurture the very essence of the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's lips curled faintly as he licked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With the Glazed Dream Wine…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll last longer inside the Starveil.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And my chance to comprehend a new Sword Intent will grow stronger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was clear as polished glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how divine the brew, it was still an external aid—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a mere ornament to an already-forged Sword Intent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>just as those immortal wines of the past had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True Sword Intent was born only from the crucible of life and death—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or from bitter solitude and thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As that realization flickered across his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead of light flashed briefly amid the torrent of phantom treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's eyes blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His white robe billowed like a sail as his body shot forth like an arrow loosed from the bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His index and middle fingers came together as a sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>striking straight through the narrow gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shh—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers closed—steady, precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single glazed bead lay pinched between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion dwarfed all that came before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unleashed torrent of warped spiritual energy\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>roared like a feral beast bursting free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgh—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian let out a muffled groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood streamed from his ears, nose, and lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His white robe whipped wildly as if caught in a gale, his body hurled back hundreds of meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt as though a billion venomous needles, wrapped in soul-corroding flame,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pierced his spirit again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flat on his back upon the starry sands, Li Zhexian gasped in ragged breaths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world spun wildly;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a deafening hum filled his ears, pressing against his skull until it felt ready to burst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agony beyond words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as he forced his bloodshot eyes open,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a faint, chilling light suddenly ignited within their depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The way spiritual power scours the flesh… unforgettable…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My spiritual power may be fading—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but it's leaving marks upon my body…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spiritual power has no form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword Intent, too, is formless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I'll take the simplest path…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even for one whose sword-bones rang like steel,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a shiver of fear crossed his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze flickered—then steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head toward the bottle on the sands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>mad resolve flickering in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To comprehend the sword, one must walk the edge of madness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tonight—I will brew the Glazed Dream Wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I gain a spirit-healing elixir, then I too must work harder still!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the reverent stares of countless disciples,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian staggered out from the entrance of theStarveil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Rongrong instinctively moved to catch him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but stopped midway, her steps faltering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She followed instead, keeping a quiet distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian's dominance over his generation is no accident.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Rong's hoarse voice rasped with awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi nodded gravely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his daughter hover hesitantly behind the youth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his heart filled with a complexity words could not hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children needn't be hurried into fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each sails their own boat…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin stood with hands behind his back, his gaze piercing the dusk toward the shimmering depths of the Starveil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian's heart is set on the sword.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"May he find what he seeks.\".\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the figures of the youth and girl vanished among the forest paths—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi's Spirit Power coiled into a thin thread of sound,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>quietly reaching Chen Xin and Gu Rong's ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Has the Spirit Hall made any move?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Sword and Bone Douluo's faces hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Were it not for our precautions, we might have been completely fooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the surface, the Spirit Hall has secretly gathered ten thousand Spirit Masters.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just as Zhexian predicted—Spirit Hall is about to stir up the storm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let us hope the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan can survive this tribulation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1410,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","75462a3f5ad49f3a707bd82a2b1d5f6c8f82362c83360769dc8990a7e60c8aec","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-234","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-232",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]