Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Outside the Hall Worship, everyone's emotions were extremely complicated. The Fallen Angel represented the opposite of the Angel Clan; the two clans were natural enemies.

"Father, Grandfather, what's wrong with Brother?" Qian Renxue also noticed something was off and asked with a worried expression.

Qian Xundie forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, Xiao Xue. As long as Xiao Han isn't influenced by his martial soul and doesn't fall down the wrong path, there will be no problem."

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serious as he asked, "Xiao Han, do you realize what kind of martial soul you've awakened?"

"Fallen Angel," Qian Renhan responded, feeling extremely uncomfortable as the light from the Angel statue shone on him.

Qian Daoliu pointed toward the wall behind the Angel statue. "Xiao Han, do you remember the sixteen characters behind this wall?"

Perhaps due to his extraordinary talent, Qian Renhan had a photographic memory. After a moment of deep thought, he finally recalled the phrase that he had buried long ago, "With the blade in hand, punish the world, protect the continent, eliminate evil."

"Xiao Han, our Angel Clan has always made it our mission to eliminate evil soul masters and maintain peace on the continent since the time of the Divine Ancestor. If the Six-Winged Angel is the natural nemesis of evil soul masters, your Fallen Angel is the absolute nemesis of the Six-Winged Angel. Your martial soul possesses the ultimate darkness, the ultimate coldness, and the ultimate evil, surpassing even the Six-Winged Angel in power," Qian Daoliu said, staring intently at Qian Renhan.

"So, Father, are you planning to kill me? If so, then go ahead and do it," Qian Renhan replied indifferently. If a Limit Douluo wanted to kill him, there was no way he could escape. Moreover, his life was given to him by them, raised by them—if they decided to take it, it was their right.

"I am not so narrow-minded," Qian Daoliu said, his voice firm. "The Fallen Angel is indeed the enemy of the Six-Winged Angel. However, our family's principle of eliminating evil pertains to dealing with rebels and evil soul masters who exploit innocent civilians to enhance their own strength. If you ever fall and become an evil soul master, then at that point, I will have no hesitation in erasing you, regardless of any familial bond or the reasons behind it."

Qian Daoliu bent down, his eyes now less than ten centimeters from Qian Renhan's, making it clear that he was resolute in his decision.

"Alright, give me the crystal ball," Qian Renhan said, extending his hand. He wanted to quickly test his soul power and leave. He didn't want to stay in the Hall of Worship any longer.

Qian Daoliu handed over the crystal ball but turned away as if not wanting to know Qian Renhan's innate soul power. However, his spiritual power remained on high alert, observing the situation.

Qian Renhan placed his hand on the crystal ball, and it immediately shone with the same intensity as when Qian Renxue tested her soul power. His eyes narrowed slightly, displeased. "Innate level 20, I thought it would be a bit higher. It seems the Eight-Winged Fallen Angel isn't much stronger than the Six-Winged one—still within the range of a Level One God."

Leaving the Hall Worship, the others were waiting outside. Qian Renxue immediately rushed up to him. "Brother, what's your innate soul power level?"

Qian Renhan looked at her concerned face and then thought of how the six Grand Worshipers, Qian Daoliu, and Qian Xundie had distanced themselves from him after his martial soul awakened. A warmth stirred in his heart. This little girl's feelings for him were stronger than he had imagined. He smiled and said, "Just like yours."

Qian Xundie then asked, "Xiao Han, what did Father say to you?"

"You can ask him yourself," Qian Renhan replied coldly, his eyes reflecting the same distance and alienation that Qian Xundie had shown earlier.

Back in the Papal Hall, Qian Xundie returned, and the six Grand Worshipers went back to their Worship Hall. Meanwhile, Qian Renxue, still holding Qian Renhan's arm, spoke with excitement, "Brother, now that we've awakened such a high level of talent, do you think Mother will finally accept us? I even prepared a gift for her. It's something I made with great care."

As she spoke, a soul tool in her hand lit up, and a wooden comb appeared. Made from the finest fragrant wood, the comb emitted a calming fragrance that helped to clear the mind and invigorate the spirit. It was engraved with the words "Mom, Xiao Xue," showing how much thought Qian Renxue had put into it.

"I don't know," Qian Renhan answered as usual. Bibi Dong? He hadn't seen her in the past three and a half years. He had been living in the Worship Hall all this time, but now he might have to move—otherwise, the light from the Angel statue might kill him.

"I believe we'll be able to make it," Qian Renxue said optimistically.

After packing up, Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renhan's hand and began running toward their destination. However, when there were still about three hundred meters left, Qian Renhan stopped and said, "Xiao Xue, go ahead first. I'll catch up after using the restroom."

"Alright, Brother, hurry up," Qian Renxue said, not suspecting anything. She continued running toward the direction where Bibi Dong was.

"Xiao Xue, only the most painful memories, the ones that leave scars on your body, can make you abandon any hopes."

Once Qian Renxue turned a corner, Qian Renhan slowly started walking toward Bibi Dong's location. It wasn't that he knew where Bibi Dong lived, but the angelic aura emanating from Qian Renxue guided him in the right direction.

In the Holy Maiden's Hall, Bibi Dong was sitting cross-legged, cultivating. If she wanted to kill Qian Xundie and devour the Angel's soul, she had to ensure her own strength was solid enough first.

The doors suddenly swung open, and Qian Renxue rushed in, calling out, "Mother!"

This was the loudest she had ever called out "Mother" since their first meeting. If one listened carefully, they could even detect a slight tremble in her voice—a tremble born from fear. After being thrown out by Bibi Dong for three and a half years, her body reacted involuntarily due to that fear.

"What do you want this time? And I've told you countless times not to call me Mother!" Bibi Dong's emotions instantly flared, her voice rising in anger.

"Mother, I've awakened my martial soul! I have an innate soul power level of twenty! And this is my gift for you." Qian Renxue lowered her head, trembling, and handed over the gift box, while simultaneously summoning her martial soul—Six-Winged Angel.

As soon as the Six-Winged Angel appeared, Bibi Dong's pupils widened in shock, and bloodshot veins quickly appeared in her eyes. The figure of Qian Xundie overlapped with Qian Renxue's, and the tragic memories from the secret chamber resurfaced.

"Mother?"

Qian Renxue was confused when there was no immediate response from Bibi Dong. Normally, Bibi Dong would explode in soul power and throw her out instantly. Was something different this time?

With a hopeful thought, Qian Renxue lifted her head, only to see a pale hand grow larger and larger before her eyes.

"Slap—"

A loud, resounding slap echoed throughout the hall. Qian Renxue's small body, along with the gift box, was thrown out of the Holy Maiden's Hall. She crashed to the ground, rolling and tumbling over and over until she finally stopped, landing at Qian Renhan's feet.

The gift box hit the ground with a loud clatter, and the exquisite wooden comb fell out, producing a sound that made Bibi Dong snap back to her senses. She looked at her right hand, then at the now-dizzy and rolling Qian Renxue. Her gaze shifted to the wooden comb, where the words "Mom, Xiao Xue" were engraved. A fleeting sense of regret filled her heart.

"Do you understand the pain now?" Qian Renhan looked down at Qian Renxue's face, where a clear handprint from the slap was visible. The feelings of frustration from seeing her as a failure faded from his eyes. He had known about Qian Renxue's struggles over the past three and a half years. At first, when he heard how she was thrown out by Bibi Dong, he felt pain for her, but after hearing it so many times, he had stopped paying much attention.

(End of Chapter)