[{"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-79":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},1550694,2014,"Chapter 79: Li Zhexian’s Sword Talent — A Gift of Wine to the Wind Sword Sect","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-79",79,"\u003Cp>The Wind-Eroded Sword Stele Forest was crowded with people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every disciple and elder of the Wind Sword Sect had gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless gazes—some tense, some grave—were all fixed upon the youth in white standing before the towering stone pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbelievable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sect Master Feng Bailong had needed an entire year to comprehend the Sword Intent of Wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this Li Zhexian—he had been at the Wind Sword Sect for only four days!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four days to comprehend Sword Intent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly absurd!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Sect Master, the Young Sect Master, and the elders present, the disciples could not hold back their whispering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this real?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Li Zhexian is truly this terrifying?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Comprehend Sword Intent in just four days—is he even human?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I don't believe it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Murmurs surged like waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Feng Xiao suddenly turned, his deep voice booming:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Silence!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waves of whispers stopped at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast Sword Stele Forest sank back into dead quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the fleeting glances exchanged among the elders, the same disbelief and suspicion gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes locked on the white figure before the Wind-Eroded Stone Pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden breeze stirred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The suffocating stillness shattered like a summer storm breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's white robe snapped in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And grasped into the empty air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the void condensed a blade three feet six inches long, clear and sharp as jade marrow—the Qinglian Sword rested in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Spirit Master present, save for Qian Renxue, possessed a sword Martial Soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the Qinglian Sword appeared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>their swords all hummed in unison, trembling as though in awe and fear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Feng Bailong's first time truly \"seeing\" Li Zhexian's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing ache stabbed through his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they first met—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he had already sensed the unmatched sharpness of Li Zhexian's sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it shook his very spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No matter the realm of comprehension—purely in terms of edge…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This young friend Zhexian's sword already surpasses Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One sword unsheathed—ten thousand swords bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the Qinglian Sword that had stepped into the domain of ultimate sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the crowd still reeled from that world-shaking aura, Li Zhexian moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword technique rose with the wind, fused with the momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natural, unrestrained, flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the sweep of his sleeve carried a free and unbound grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Qinglian Sword Song, Third Form—Formless Wind…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment a streak of azure sword qi slipped silently from the blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd shuddered in sudden realization: the strike had already been unleashed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sword had completely merged with the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wandered with the free-flowing breeze,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>carrying the destructive essence of wind itself, its sharpness painted in strokes like poetry—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and slashed toward the dark pillar thick enough for several men to encircle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zii—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soundless, traceless, formless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword qi brushed the pillar as lightly as a passing breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the twenty-meter-tall pillar shuddered violently!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust cascaded down its surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's scattered sword intent dispersed with the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers strained their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the glaring sword scar they expected did not appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, a deep wind-eroded fissure had manifested from nowhere upon the dark stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That mark seemed wrought by gales over a thousand years, surrounded by countless older traces of erosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At its deepest point—it sank more than a foot!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What… what is this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Buyu's lips moved soundlessly, his eyes dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could not understand this sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No roar of energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No dazzling brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silent—yet holding boundless destructive power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Spirit Power rank exceeded Li Zhexian's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even if he poured his strength into a strike,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he could only cut three inches deep into the pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Zhexian—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single effortless stroke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>had carved a trench more than a foot deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elder Feng Xiao exhaled heavily, unable to conceal his astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unmatched!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire forest was silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disciples and elders alike were struck dumb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian had indeed comprehended the Sword Intent of Wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In four days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only four days!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This inconceivable truth shattered their understanding. Some disciples even felt it absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Formless Wind…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What a Formless Wind…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong tilted his head, listening, seeking the remnants of sword rhythm within the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The same breath of wind—some perceive its swiftness, some its sharpness.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But young friend Zhexian sees its formlessness, feels its freedom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This sword…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong felt Li Zhexian's talent in the way of the sword was ever more extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It even lets this old man hear the weathered vicissitudes of the Wind-Eroded Pillar itself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brilliant! Truly brilliant!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You flatter me, senior.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian withdrew the Qinglian Sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cupped his fist respectfully toward Feng Bailong, the elders, and the hundreds of disciples led by Feng Buyu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This sword was realized only thanks to the wondrous land of your esteemed sect, and through the gracious allowance of you seniors and peers who permitted me to comprehend here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the eyes of the Wind Sword Sect—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian was now a peerless genius of the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him offer them a bow, they all returned the gesture with solemn respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Zhexian \u002F Young Hero Zhexian, you honor us too much!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile played upon Li Zhexian's lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His days at the Wind Sword Sect had been pleasant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he meditated on the sword, no one disturbed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His meals were carefully attended to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though some whispered doubts, that was only human nature. He bore no petty grudge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhexian has little to his name, and nothing worthy of offering in return.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, he continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only—he loves wine, and loves brewing it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Using your sect's Wind Spirit Crystals, I have brewed some humble wine. I offer it to you all as a token of gratitude.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Buyu's eyes lit up at once, blurting out eagerly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too was a lover of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved as if to step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Buyu!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Bailong's black-silk-bound eyes turned toward the Young Sect Master, pinning him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old sect master's weathered brows furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young friend Zhexian, since I permitted you to use our Wind Spirit Crystals freely, I never expected repayment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That you could realize the sword was due entirely to your own talent and perseverance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do not speak of thanks again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Li Zhexian only smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He patted the pouch at his waist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A square table appeared out of thin air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon it stood dozens of neatly arranged bottles of Wandering Spirit Wind Essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the wine emerged—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Sword Stele Forest filled with the sound of rushing wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dense, pure aura of lightness spread outward, refreshing to the heart and lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hiss—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feng Xiao, Feng Buyu, and the others all sucked in sharp breaths, their eyes widening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had thought it mere fine liquor, nothing too precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did they realize—this wine was extraordinary, capable of stirring the very essence of wind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's gift was far too valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could not refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Training in the Wind Thunder Sword Formation, just inhaling the drifting fragrance made them feel light winds swirling about their bodies, their wind-attribute Spirit Power resonating within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Feng Bailong, who meant to decline again, fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His nostrils flared ever so slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly, he swallowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it, swallowed back the refusal he had been about to utter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Li Zhexian's smile deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had known all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a sect of wind swordsmen, this Wandering Spirit Wind Essence carried an irresistible allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially for Feng Bailong…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhexian's heart held a hidden anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original course of events, this pure swordsman had died without ever breaking through to Title Douluo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the aid of Wandering Spirit Wind Essence\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Feng Bailong take that step?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the purest sword cultivators of this world, Li Zhexian had met but two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was Chen Xin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was Feng Bailong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether in gratitude for the elder's unreserved teachings, or in the resonance of \"my path is not solitary\"—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was willing to gift this Wandering Spirit Wind Essence to the Wind Sword Sect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I wonder… because of me—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Will this continent gain a new Wind Sword Douluo?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1364,"2026-06-06T07:17:02.445Z",1,"novelbin.me","dd41f9c8c5919f4a0c8d58650edef8a45808994f97a95b29a254699255787bfe","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-80","douluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-chapter-78",442,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdouluo-the-exiled-immortal-descends-sword-and-wi-cover.jpg"]