[{"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-283":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},1550548,2014,"Chapter 283 - 283 — Bibi Dong Is Also in the Secret Realm?! The Strange Bibi Dong","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-283",283,"\u003Cp>Even as the black qi gnawed at his bones—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's hand never once loosened from Qian Renxue's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue turned her head, looking at the boy who now seemed more demon than human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingertips trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she clasped his hand even tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the clay-walled hut—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black qi coiled around him like venomous pythons, corroding every bone and limb of Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, he grew gaunt and skeletal, corpse-spots spreading, breath as thin as dying embers—like a man moments from death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood surged once more like a roaring flood, flesh and bone regaining vitality, his aura awakening like a slumbering dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rebirth isn't what I seek!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If all I wanted was a 'Sword of Rebirth,' I could grasp it with a flip of my hand!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I refuse!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merely grasping a 'sword intent of rebirth'—how is that any different from Thunder Ash Rebirth?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can that be called a Myriad Forms Sword Dao?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it only decay and rebirth?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again and again forcing out decay that gnaws my five organs and erodes my meridians!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't tell me even then I still can't comprehend a single sword?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half his face was corpse-purple, the other half pale as snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only his eyes remained—cold stars burning with unyielding defiance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drops of filthy blood mixed with black qi dripped from the corner of his lips—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zzzt—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soil sizzled as if eaten by acid, corroded into a thousand pits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such vicious, death-laden decay…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods knew how many cycles it had ravaged through his body, yet still he could not seize a trace of sword intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Decay is not a spirit material. It clouds the wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it can't brew wine—does that mean I can't comprehend a sword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian clenched his fist, joints crackling like metal. Unwilling fury roared in his eyes, hot enough to scorch his sockets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Absolutely not!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I, Li Zhexian, am no mediocrity who relies only on my Martial Soul!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Except for the first sword form—every one of my sword techniques was born because I first grasped the intent, then brewed its wine!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thought stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clear Spring Wine Gourd appeared in a flash of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head back and drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rotten flesh along his jaw fell off like crumbling wood shavings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine burned down his throat like oil on fire. His blood surged again, driving the deathly aura violently out of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is only the eighth sword of the Qinglian Sword Song…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the eighth sword is already this difficult… what of the ones that follow…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I cannot… fall at the eighth sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My Myriad Forms Sword Dao must not break…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His decayed shell crumbled inch by inch, scattering like ash in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After repeated cycles of corrosion and rebirth—tempered again by surging blood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's body now shone like flawless jade; even his hair glimmered with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were merely ordinary decay—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would not even need to circulate his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body alone could cleanse it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My physical body is stepping into the Titled level.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But what I seek…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is only sword intent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as his consciousness began to drift—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer hold on. His body slackened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once again he collapsed into that warm embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he awoke again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several more hours had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian rose from Qian Renxue's lap, seeing the weariness she could not hide in her brows and eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pang of guilt passed through his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment he began seeking sword intent, he had repeatedly collapsed in exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Qian Renxue, without a moment of rest, had watched over him the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've worked hard, Xue'er.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue simply smiled softly and shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her Spirit Power was nearly at the Titled level—going a few days without sleep meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But continually channeling Light-attribute Spirit Power to resist the deathly aura was an immense strain on the mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right… Zhexian, your sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's expression suddenly shifted, her gaze falling onto the Qinglian Sword in Li Zhexian's grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian looked down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-clear, jade-bright blade had accumulated patches of pitch-black substance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The decay hasn't dispersed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He touched the spine of the sword—no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed Spirit Power into it—yet the black substance clung stubbornly, unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So every time I drew the death qi into my body… a trace of the most stubborn decay still sank into the blade.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian clenched his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black substance was like the solidified form of the deathly qi—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filthy sludge burying all twelve lotus engravings on the Qinglian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qinglian Sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will not let you be defiled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppressing his emotions, Li Zhexian raised the Qinglian Sword, strode out of the hut, and began cutting down the dead once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart for the sword—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could shake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the secret realm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many spectators had already dispersed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light screen was huge; within Spirit Hall City, one only needed to look up to see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After these continuous days—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People had long grown accustomed to Li Zhexian's madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Myriad Forms Sword Dao… how impossibly difficult…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of sorrow flashed through Chen Xin's eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even someone as monstrously gifted as Li Zhexian—could not force open the Myriad Forms Sword Dao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian's obsession with the sword—heaven and earth can see it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong stroked his beard with a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To comprehend seven sword intents is already peerless across the ages.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But the past sword intents were too strong. To grasp a new one, he must ascend yet another realm of understanding.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Human strength… has its limits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To comprehend the sword—is harder than ascending the heavens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Rong, Dugu Bo, and Yu Yuanzhen didn't understand sword dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their paths to power lay elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even they could see—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had hit a bottleneck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two days remain before the seven-day limit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Bo's green robes fluttered as he spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Believe in the boy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He will not stop here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong had been watching in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian sought sword intent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let him seek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The decay imbued with the traits of Rakshasa God-power—was it something easily understood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see whether you comprehend your sword first—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—or whether I complete the eighth trial of the Rakshasa God.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her purple eyes flickered with a faint shadowy glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That day—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless dead fell beneath his sword once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not encounter another Titled-level undead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He met four Spirit Douluo-level undead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All were reduced to nothing by his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black qi once again coiled around Li Zhexian like venomous serpents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There's still time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One more house.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached another dwelling, expression grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a palm strike at a distance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard gate blew open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he rushed in, sword in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue followed immediately—but the instant Li Zhexian stepped inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard gate slammed shut with a deafening bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lovely face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had never happened before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet no matter how she struck the door—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did not move an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's body tensed, expression sharpening—prepared for the worst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The withered courtyard slowly revived, brimming with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bare earth transformed into a neat pebble path, the ruined hut shifted into red eaves and wooden windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All deathly qi vanished; the air grew clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath the delicate single-room house—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beautiful flower garden gradually emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made Li Zhexian's pupils abruptly contract—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the flowers—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman in a white dress bent over with a watering pot, her posture gentle as she tended the blossoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, as if sensing something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her head, eyes curved in a gentle smile, dimples appearing, her voice soft:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's eyes narrowed, each word cold and lethal:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bibi Dong…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman turned back and continued watering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you don't mind… wait a moment, all right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mm. Sit wherever you like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian stared coldly, silently, at her turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>",1336,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","29dc254207153293da23ada40462a1fd4d7460ab4bf369f07a0d1cdbc101a423","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-284","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-282",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]