Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Wuwu, wa—"

Qian Renxue climbed up from the ground, tears streaming down her face in large, uncontrollable drops. Soon, her face was completely covered in tears, and her sobbing was far more intense than when she was one year old and Qian Renhan had turned away from her, leaving her to cry.

"Brother, I don't want a mother anymore, I don't want a mother! Xiao Xue doesn't have a mother!" Qian Renxue threw herself into Qian Renhan's arms, utterly devastated.

"I know." Qian Renhan gently held Qian Renxue with his left arm, while with his right hand, he activated his soul tool. A flash of light emitted, and a sword materialized in his grip. He raised his head and coldly gazed at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong stared back at him, and in that moment, three and a half years later, the two locked eyes once again. A storm of emotions surged inside her. This white-haired, blood-eyed figure, radiating a dark aura, was a far cry from the Qian Xundie she had known. The child standing before her wasn't the one she had once known at all.

Qian Renhan swung the sword and struck down at the comb, severing the "Mom, Xiao Xue" engraving, cutting it and the heart symbol into two halves.

After doing this, Qian Renhan turned and walked toward the room they shared. Bibi Dong instinctively reached out, as if to stop him, but then realized she had no idea what Qian Renhan's name was. The only memory she had was Qian Xundie referring to him as "Xiao Han." She didn't know that each generation in the Qian family had their own naming convention.

Back in their room, Qian Renhan placed Qian Renxue on the bed. She had stopped sobbing, but her large, round eyes were swollen and red, her face covered in tear stains.

"Heal the imprint on your face. My soul power doesn't have healing effects, and it could harm your body," Qian Renhan said gently.

The Eight-Winged Fallen Angel martial soul had three extreme attributes: extreme darkness, extreme coldness, and extreme evil. Darkness had a devouring effect. If the Six-Winged Angel's domain was purification, then his domain was devouring.

Extreme cold was essentially ultimate ice, but his ice was filled with evil energy, so it was called Yin Han (Cold Darkness) instead.

As for the evil attribute, it allowed him to manipulate and control people's hearts, the opposite of the Six-Winged Angel's divine flame, which purified and removed negative thoughts from living beings.

In terms of combat power, when comparing the number of wings, Fallen Angels and Angels were evenly matched because their abilities counteracted each other. But when fighting others, the Fallen Angel was definitely stronger. Just the devouring of soul power alone made the Fallen Angel unbeatable in long battles; it could go on endlessly, while Angels had no way to match that.

"Brother, that woman is not my mother. Xiao Xue has no mother," Qian Renxue's voice became incredibly soft.

Qian Renhan gently ran his fingers through Qian Renxue's hair. "Mm, I know."

Qian Renxue asked again, "Brother, can I learn swordsmanship from you?"

Qian Renhan nodded again. "Your growth has reached the right time."

Qian Renxue continued asking, "Brother, since we're so close to the Douluo Hall, does it make you uncomfortable being here?"

"Go to sleep. After you sleep, you'll forget everything from before," Qian Renhan replied, not directly answering her question. Instead, he pulled the blanket over Qian Renxue. He had never been this warm toward her in the past six years; this was the first time.

Qian Renxue, feeling wronged, said, "Brother, can you stay with Xiao Xue and sleep just this once? Dad said that once we awaken our martial souls, we'll be grown-up and need to sleep in separate rooms. We've never slept together before."

Qian Renhan sighed deeply. He pulled back the blanket. Seeing that Qian Renxue had endured such a harsh slap today and was emotionally shaken, he decided to indulge her just this once to soothe her pain—but this would be the last time.

The two of them lay on the same bed. Qian Renhan closed his eyes, reflecting on the past. Sleeping in the same bed was a rare occurrence, one that hadn't happened since his infancy. When he was a baby, after he became able to roll over, he had repeatedly fallen off the bed, indicating that he no longer wanted to sleep next to Qian Renxue. That's when another bed had been placed nearby.

At this moment, Qian Renxue suddenly giggled, saying, "Brother, now that you're so handsome, if you wore a skirt, no one would think you were a boy. In fact, you'd probably be even more beautiful than Xiao Xue."

Hearing this, Qian Renhan furrowed his brow and turned to look at Qian Renxue, who was covering her mouth. He reached out and gently tapped her forehead, saying, "Sleep. If you keep making noise, I'll leave."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now," Qian Renxue said, hugging Qian Renhan. She then closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest.

This girl, she said that on purpose to get me to turn around.

Qian Renhan looked down at the sleeping Qian Renxue in his arms and couldn't help but feel helpless. She's only six years old; it's nothing to worry about.

Meanwhile, in the Douluo Hall, Qian Xundie had just returned. His face was filled with fury. After hearing about Qian Renxue's situation, he had gone to the Saintess Hall to argue with Bibi Dong. The result, of course, was that he couldn't win the argument. When he tried to confront her, Bibi Dong had just put her face out for him to strike, leaving him confused about whether to hit her. He was completely helpless.

"Father."

"What is it?" Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xundie with disdain. His useless son had no talent, couldn't manage his wife, and had even created a Fallen Angel. If it weren't for Qian Renxue showing promise with her innate soul power reaching level 20, he might have considered giving up on him entirely.

Qian Xundie said, "Father, you know about Xiao Xue, right? I plan to take Xiao Xue and Xiao Han out to experience the world. We'll visit the two great empires to help Xiao Xue heal her emotional wounds and give Xiao Han some guidance on the right path."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu's expression softened. For once, his useless son had come up with a good idea. The potential danger of the Fallen Angel was real, and the journey would be a great opportunity to complete their first and second soul rings, heal Qian Renxue's emotional wounds, and instill proper values in Xiao Han. It was a win in many ways.

"Come with me," Qian Daoliu said.

He and Qian Xundie made their way to the Elder Hall, the largest building within the Pope's Hall, representing the most powerful force in the Spirit Hall. The grand, domed structure was nearly 30 meters high, with three tiers around the open hall. Each tier contained ten rooms.

The main requirement to stay in this hall, aside from extremely rare exceptions, was having a soul power level above 90, equivalent to the strength of a Title Douluo. This was where the highest authority in the Spirit Hall resided, and even the Pope was subject to its influence. The power of those living in this hall was immense; if the elders united, they could destroy a city in a day. This was no exaggeration.

The Elder Hall could restrain the Pope, and the Feng Hall could even depose the Pope.

Qian Daoliu gave a slight motion with his hand, and two figures clad in golden armor appeared in front of them. One was tall and slender like a bamboo stalk, while the other, with short red hair, had a muscular build and was rather unattractive.

"Greetings, Great Elder and His Holiness the Pope."

(End of Chapter)