[{"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-234":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},1550749,2014,"Chapter 234 - 234 – Not a Single Hope Left for Ning Rongrong; The Glazed Dream Wine Is Brewed","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-234",234,"\u003Cp>The setting sun was like spilled blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Zhexian dragged himself back to the small courtyard, the final trace of dusk had already been swallowed by night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moonstones embedded along the courtyard walls glimmered faintly, bathing the garden in a veil of silver light—shadows of flowers and grass swaying in quiet poetry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had no mind to appreciate the view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't even glance at the four delicately arranged dishes waiting on the stone table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sway of his body, he simply collapsed into the reclining chair in the center of the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fatigue had seeped into his very bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even lifting a finger felt too heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mingled scent of blossoms and warm food drifted to his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Ning Rongrong's doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That pampered young lady who once would not let spring water touch her fingers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she had gone to such lengths for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She truly had put her heart into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian hadn't taken a single bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how Ning Rongrong changed things up each day,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he didn't touch a grain of rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he was heartless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already owed too many debts of affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he had no intention of rekindling old ties with this childhood companion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he must cut cleanly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leave not even a thread of hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was best for both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As these thoughts drifted through his mind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the last bit of Li Zhexian's strength ebbed away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a breeze swept softly through the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoo—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bamboo chair creaked gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off into sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some time later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a slender figure quietly stepped into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Rongrong approached softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>bending down to drape a thin blanket over the young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she crouched beside him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her beautiful eyes gazing blankly at his sleeping face —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that face, made even more handsome and serene under the moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time seemed to freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the faint rustle of a night-sleeping plant folding its leaves in the corner stirred her from her trance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze drifted to the stone table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those untouched dishes met her eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and pain rippled across them, misting with unshed tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew a deep breath, holding it until her nose stung,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but she did not let the tears fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly, she stood up,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lifting the dishes and carrying them into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed them inside the steamer to keep warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In case…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Zhexian woke hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He should at least have something hot to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As her sleeve slipped down,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a patch of redness marked her wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Rongrong winced softly, turning in alarm toward the reclining chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the youth's breathing remain steady, she exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't really know how to cook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even during her years of training in the Star Dou Forest, she'd only managed to learn to roast fish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>anything to fill her stomach, regardless of taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cooking—true cooking—had never been her domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Li Zhexian, she was willing to try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For days she had stayed in the kitchen, clumsily following the cooks,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fumbling half a day just to prepare a few barely passable dishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it tiring?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in her heart, there was a sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fragile illusion of contentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After setting the food in place, Ning Rongrong leaned against the kitchen doorway once more,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gazing toward the sleeping youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If only you could stay here in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan forever…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rongrong won't give up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not until the day you truly forgive me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her delicate fingers closed around the little clay sword pendant upon her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She believed in herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the night-sleeping grass did not need the moon's answer to fold into dreams,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as stone may one day yield to sincerity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Rongrong believed that Li Zhexian's sword would one day grow soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night's sleep lasted until the first pale light touched the eastern sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian awoke slowly to the gentle sway of the bamboo chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stretching his limbs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a crisp crack-crack-crack of joints echoed through the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glancing down at the blanket upon him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his face remained unreadable as he brushed it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stood, his step faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian clenched his jaw, veins bulging on his forehead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a searing pain like countless steel needles twisting in his skull struck without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he not caught the armrest in time, he would have fallen flat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Glazed Dream Wine must be completed!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped for breath, his voice hoarse and low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Otherwise… I won't be able to enter the Seven Treasure Starveil again—not today, nor for some time after.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't weakness of will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spiritual power had reached its very limits—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>utterly drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single night's sleep could not mend what the Starveil had ravaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To force himself further would only destroy his foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hah…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, clearing his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, his sleeve flicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A glazed wine jug landed neatly on the stone table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within, the liquid shimmered like a miniature galaxy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>streams of starlit sand flowing endlessly, radiating waves of pure, vital spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Glazed Dream Wine has taken shape.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next, I must blend in the essences of spirit-nourishing herbs,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and use my own spiritual power as the catalyst to fuse them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"During that fusion… the spiritual backlash will be fierce.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I can endure it, the immortalbrew will be complete!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fortunately, Senior Dugu gifted me those herbs…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian sat cross-legged before the wine jug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thought, his nascent spiritual power — invisible yet potent —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rose like unseen hands,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lifting several rare spirit herbs into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were crushed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Droplets of vivid green sap, brimming with life essence,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fell one by one into the dreamlike liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that hour, when sun and moon traded places,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>heaven and earth resonated in harmony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ripples of starlit brilliance spread outward from the jug—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the wine within growing ever clearer, purer, more radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It lasted for nearly an incense stick's time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible shockwave of spiritual power\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>burst forth with terrifying speed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>sweeping across the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dew on the tips of grass blades was shaken loose,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaves on the mountain trembled though there was no wind,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and every disciple — whether training or eating breakfast —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>felt a sudden, dizzying jolt to their mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the edge of a cliff—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi, who had been cleansing his spirit with the morning mist, suddenly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp light flashed in his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An invisible surge of spiritual power erupted outward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>scattering the mist that blanketed the cliff in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Such pure spiritual fluctuation…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A look of shock crossed his face—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and in the next instant, his body vanished from the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though his Spirit Power stood only at Rank 79,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart and Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>gave him a spiritual depth that even ordinary Titled Douluo could scarcely match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin (Sword Douluo), and Gu Rong (Bone Douluo) appeared in succession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone—you sensed it too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin nodded slightly, his face calm but eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This surge of spiritual power covers half the sect…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Rong's heavy black robe draped over his lean, sinewy frame, his voice gravelly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What could be the source?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The purity of that spiritual power—this old man has never felt its like!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three gazed downward, expressions grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the wave that had shaken the sect—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>vanished as swiftly as it had come,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving not even a ripple behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until they saw him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That youth in plain white robes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>darting out from his courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped upon the first golden rays of morning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>weaving through the dew-covered forest path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sleeves fluttered, shaking down countless droplets of dew —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet not a single one touched his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was racing,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>impatiently,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>toward the Seven Treasure Starveil once 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