[{"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-69":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},1550684,2014,"Chapter 69 - 69 – Though the Plum Falls, Its Fragrance Remains, Though the Sword Grows Old, Its Will Stays Evergreen! Li Zhexian Comprehends the Sword Once More","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-69",69,"\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had already left the arena for over a ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the cheers from the audience erupt like thunder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile lifted the corners of Xue Qinghe's lips, a glimmer of amusement flickering in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted to where Li Zhexian had been seated earlier, and on the table she saw that cup of warm wine, still sending up curling wisps of steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a quiet courtyard—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian leaned lazily against a stone table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine gourd lay tipped over, its precious contents untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breeze toyed with a few stray strands of hair at his temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were closed, his mind sinking into the trace of the wind's path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colorless, formless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elusive, impossible to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly difficult to comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From noon, he sat there motionless until dusk closed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That glimmer of inspiration in his mind gradually dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creeping frustration, like a vine, silently wound its way around his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Whoosh!—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the wind suddenly surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard's four-season plum tree swayed, scattering a few crimson petals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One landed on his sleeve, another in the wine, and one more, perfectly, came to rest on the Qinglian Sword lying across his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The petal trembled faintly, like the delicate flutter of a butterfly's wings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's eyes snapped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two fingers, he flicked lightly against the sword's body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plum petal split neatly in half, yet the sword edge had not shifted in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He murmured under his breath:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To cut with the lower sword—strike as the wind sweeps the plum.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unbound by form, unhindered by momentum—borrowing but a single wisp of Heaven and Earth's breath…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind grew fiercer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swirled the fallen plums into a haze of blood-colored mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A petal brushed across his cheek, bringing with it a faint, cool fragrance—like an unpaid debt of love, an unfinished poem, a half-lived life…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian suddenly raised the Qinglian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword light flashed like lightning, arcing back to shear off a single lock of his temple hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qinglian Sword let out a subtle hum, as though whispering an apology to its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering his gaze, Li Zhexian watched the severed hair fall silently with the plum petal, vanishing into the dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A middle sword cuts oneself; it cuts the inner entanglements. Just like the wind urges the plum blossoms to fall, so a new bud can be expected. The falling of the plum blossoms is a law of nature, and the cutting of obsession is a matter of the heart.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night deepened, the wind stilled, and the last petals fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the gnarled bare branches remained, stubbornly thrusting toward the heavens, like a sword pointing at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian, sword in one hand and wine gourd in the other, walked to the plum tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slapped the trunk with his palm. The tree shook violently, and the final three crimson petals drifted down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian vaulted upward with his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first strike teased the wind, sending a plum petal flowing backward nine feet against the current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second strike churned the wind, revealing cold starlight through a gap in the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the third strike—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Li Zhexian and his sword seemed to merge into the wind. Only a long, resonant cry echoed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Open!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pitch-black night sky seemed to be torn open by that piercing plum fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thread of blood-red dawn spilled through the crack, staining the sword tip with the last traces of fallen red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian tipped back his head and drank deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To cut with the upper sword—is not to cut the long night, but to cut away the darkness within the heart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Though the plum falls, its fragrance remains; though the sword grows old, its will stays evergreen!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From first catching the faintest trace of the wind's intent—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To being trapped within its formless, shapeless nature—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, from the sight of wind-driven plum petals falling, glimpsing the wind's true outline—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had at last grasped that elusive wisp of sword intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he looked up again, it was already the next morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blood-red sun rose slowly over the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind had stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courtyard's four-season plum tree stood bare, stripped of its blossoms, lending the place a touch of desolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This time, to have understood a sliver of the sword intent within the wind… it's thanks to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the sword tip, Li Zhexian flicked some wine onto the barren branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wine misted into a colorful haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the haze dispersed, three new plum blossoms bloomed miraculously on the bare branches, radiant and captivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian nodded repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Marvelous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The plum sheds its flowers to reveal its true character, the sword grows old to rediscover innocence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's just a pity…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed with regret, picked up his Clear Spring Wine Gourd, and turned back toward the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wisp of sword intent he had gained from the wind was still not enough to forge a new sword technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian went inside, intending to rest for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images suddenly rose of a group of sword cultivators in azure robes, eyes bound with black silk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ye Lingling once said…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wind Sword Sect's Sect Master, Feng Bailong, wraps his eyes in black silk so he may better hear the sword's song.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Chen Xin also advised me to travel through the Four Lower Sects and the Three Upper Sects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perhaps…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The key to completing the third form of my Qinglian Sword Song…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…lies within the Wind Sword Sect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slept until the sun was already setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tok tok tok—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian was awakened by the persistent knocking at the courtyard gate. He stretched, slipped on his shoes, and slowly ambled to the door to open it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the gates swung wide—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd outside made his vision blur for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian even wondered if he was still dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the courtyard gate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was the entire Heaven Dou Imperial Battle Team present—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elephant Armored, Blazing, and Godwind Teams were also gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly thirty people in total, crowding the entrance until not even a drop of water could get through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So many of you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in, then…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of surprise flickered in Li Zhexian's eyes, but he quickly returned to his usual calm, turning to lead them inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a single day—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plum tree was once again full of blossoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian lounged lazily in a sandalwood chair, his half-lidded eyes sweeping over the stream of people filing in. His voice was still husky from sleep:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you want with me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's be clear first—today I'm tired, not in the mood to fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's gaze carried mixed emotions as they looked at the youth in the chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He truly did look as though he'd just woken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair slightly messy, hanging loosely over his shoulders; the white silk sleep robe half open at the chest, radiating a natural air of ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, this carefreeness seemed perfectly fitting—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pleasing to the eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Feng darted to Li Zhexian's side, pointing accusingly at the three other teams, indignantly complaining:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Idol!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They pestered me nonstop, insisting I bring them to you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When I refused, they even tried to beat me up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, both showing helpless expressions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They too had been worn down by these people's persistence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But judging from their looks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't seem to be here to cause trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And most importantly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they were, they couldn't beat Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they brought them anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xiaotian leaned forward, hands braced on the sandalwood wine table, his sunny, handsome face serious as he looked Li Zhexian straight in the eye:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword Wine…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We can't beat you in a fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But we've heard you're a wine lover—today, our three teams have joined forces, and we're going to drink you under the table!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pa!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, and Huyan Li all leaned forward at once, bracing their hands on the table, their eyes blazing as they locked onto Li Zhexian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you dare take the challenge?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, we will get you drunk!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the way of the sword, perhaps he still needed more time to climb higher—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when it came to a drink... Li Zhexian had never bowed to anyone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's go! Let's go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To Shanxiang Pavilion!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I, Li Zhexian, don't get you all drunk today, you came to Heaven Dou City for nothing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick wash and change of clothes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian led nearly thirty people, arms slung over shoulders, straight to Shanxiang Pavilion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the server led them to a private room, Li Zhexian grabbed Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, asking:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where's Qinghe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't he come with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dugu Yan crossed her arms and shot him a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Missing your good brother again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xue Qinghe is the crown prince—unlike us, he doesn't have this much free time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Probably won't be coming today.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian nodded with mild regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"All right, then.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1528,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","1be482d51adb1cd79193b42fe493e041eff9df691b56f54f974c8c9f54f34c0f","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-70","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-68",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]