[{"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-287":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},1550552,2014,"Chapter 287 - 287 — Qian Renxue’s Inner Monologue; The Sword Intent of Purity Slays the Scythe-Wielding Demon Shadow","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-287",287,"\u003Cp>Inside the secret realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's gaze swept across the courtyard that was gradually decaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At last, her eyes stopped on the dim Holy Light Mallow in the flower bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—It had once been her favorite flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft breeze passed through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single petal drifted down, swaying lightly until it floated before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue instinctively reached out her pale hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The petal landed gently in her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the mist in her eyes and her dazed expression, Li Zhexian asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xue'er, what's wrong?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue remained silent for a long moment, then gently shook her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't know why…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I suddenly feel a little sad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian tightened his grip on the ring in his hand and pulled the silently weeping girl into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When… should this ring be given to Qian Renxue?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian, you… comprehended the sword?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief moment of warmth—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue lifted her face from his chest, golden eyes glowing like dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian smiled as he answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's lips curved upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you've obtained the god's blood as well. Zhuqing will be able to wake up now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not ask what Li Zhexian had experienced in this house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he wished to tell her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He naturally would.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian exhaled softly, steadying the emotions surging in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he took Qian Renxue's hand and led her to sit at the relatively clean stone table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xue'er, I happened to obtain a certain fine wine…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drink here? Aren't we leaving the secret realm?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need to hurry. We still have half a day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Li Zhexian summoned the Clear Spring Wine Gourd and let his Spirit Power land quietly on the carved silhouette of the gentle woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the woman on the gourd seemed to sweep her sleeve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a faintly white, glazed fragrance of wine trickled into the cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed the cup toward Qian Renxue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're not drinking?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from Qian Renxue, this wine was not suitable for anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the Wine Martial Soul had gained the ability to pour any wine freely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For anything Li Zhexian said, Qian Renxue never doubted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her swanlike neck and drank the entire cup in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian asked tensely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How is it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's fingertips brushed her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine flowed down her throat like warmth—gentle, not burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what followed was an overwhelming, familiar aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm and compassionate…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying a tenderness she thought had long blurred—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a tenderness she no longer dared hope for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sigh—timid, sorrowful—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>filled with endless guilt,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>brushed softly across her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue closed her eyes, long lashes trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her slim fingers tightened around the cup, knuckles turning pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single tear slid silently from the corner of her eye,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>falling into the cup, rippling across the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply drank the remaining wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes and looked at Li Zhexian, her voice trembling:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This wine… where did it come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian lifted his hand and gently wiped the tear from her cheek, asking softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Would you tell me about your mother?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue's delicate body stiffened, and she turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian… I'm sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't want to talk about that woman.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time she had ever refused him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I was nine, I became 'Xue Qinghe.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was steady, as if telling someone else's story—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no joy, no sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For more than ten years, I was trapped behind vermillion walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memorials piled into shackles.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All my thoughts, every effort… tied to that cold throne.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every step I took, every word I spoke, even every expression—was for a single purpose…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Renxue turned her head back, tears streaming as she looked at Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I walked quickly, steadily—never once straying from the path laid before me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because I knew… there was no one waiting ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one calling me home when I lost my way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Children raised in love—even when they lose their way, the world becomes a new adventure. There are always lights guiding them home.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But me…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's throat tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Clear Spring Wine Gourd in his hand felt scalding against his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compassionate Boat Dew—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>though a wine that calmed the spirit,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could not heal the decade-old wounds buried in Qian Renxue's heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ring…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It's not time to give it to her yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian pulled Qian Renxue into his embrace, soothing her softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the secret realm—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clear sword mark in the dark-purple sky gradually faded, yet the house remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd watching grew restless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That sword from Li Zhexian was terrifying—why is nothing happening now?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's he still doing in the secret realm? Crush the key and get out already!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The seven-day limit… only half a day remains! Li Zhexian must come out soon!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and the others stared intensely at the unfathomable Bibi Dong, their bodies tense, as though facing an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning Fengzhi said gravely:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When Zhexian appears…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We don't know what this woman plans to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bibi Dong lounged lazily against her throne,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>completely ignoring the killing intent of the several Title Douluo locking onto her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her purple eyes remained fixed on the light screen, the smile at her lips growing deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That boy still isn't coming out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Guan and Gui Mei frowned impatiently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The waning moon is about to disappear…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as their words fell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the plaza—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouts erupted from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Scythe-Wielding Demon Shadow is heading toward Li Zhexian's house!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the secret realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waning moon faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scraping sound of a scythe dragging across the ground echoed through the ruined city, drawing nearer and nearer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house in which Bibi Dong's good-will resided could hold only one person—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thus it drew in the scythe-wielding demon shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The towering demon shadow—over ten meters tall—stood outside the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the black-mist robe, a pale, bluish, slender hand reached toward Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's aura was pure as lotus bloom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>standing untouched by the filth pervading the secret realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the demon's hand, wrapped in overwhelming decay—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he brought his fingers together like a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting them brush across the blade of the Qinglian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp sword cry rang out, echoing through all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelve lotus blossoms bloomed one after another along the sword's hilt, radiating clear, shimmering light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qinglian Sword Song—Eighth Style: Purifying Glaze!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sword qi of ultimate clarity, glazed and crystalline, flowed silently from the Qinglian Sword's edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed slow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>yet crossed space in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where it passed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the rot and decay melted like snow under the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the murky air turned bright and pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pale demon hand was bathed in the glazed sword light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the fingertips, it crumbled inch by inch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the entire arm evaporating like morning dew, purified into nothingness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the sword qi passed, only a faint glow remained—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and an aura so pure it refreshed the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAAAAAH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shrill, piercing wail sent shockwaves through the entire desolate city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more scythe-wielding demon shadows lunged toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After severing half of one demon's arm with a single strike,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian remained calm, grasped Qian Renxue's hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and at the very instant the three demon shadows attacked together,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he crushed the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the dark-purple power wrapped around him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian suddenly saw it:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the endless rows of houses in the ruined city,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>several terrifying figures appeared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their auras as deep and immovable as ancient mountains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A group of cowards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You only dare show yourselves the moment I leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Revival of the dead? If you dare return to the human world,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'll see your forms and spirits wiped out completely.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's cold voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the instant before he vanished—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he swung the Qinglian Sword once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of glazed sword light, like divine punishment, slashed toward those dreadful figures.\u003C\u002Fp>",1342,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.446Z",1,"novelbin.me","b8f5e1fbbe707290c9ee31fb8d564cb82c3de759013acfc6793029ec1d9c3b77","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-288","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-286",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]