Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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After Qian Renhan left, Bibi Dong emerged from a hidden corner. Watching his actions, her internal affection, sparked by the creation of the Fallen Angel, and the flicker of maternal love she felt, immediately diminished significantly.

The Ten Core Competencies of Spirit was a legendary work by Yu Xiaogang, which Bibi Dong regarded as a treasure. She had carefully preserved it with a high-quality book cover, treating it with great care. Yet, Qian Renhan had treated it as trash, discarding it without a second thought. This was not just an insult to Yu Xiaogang's hard work but also to the feelings she had invested in the book.

Three days later, at the front gate of Spirit City, two luxurious carriages set out. One carried Qian Xunji, Elder Shemao, and Elder Cidun, while the other had Qian Renhan, Qian Renxue, and a maid.

The divine angelic aura radiating from Qian Xunji made Qian Renhan uncomfortable. The two of them naturally couldn't remain together for long. As for Qian Renxue, it was clear whose side she preferred to stay on.

Qian Renxue asked, "Brother, what kind of soul ring do you think you should get?"

"Naturally, it should be from a soul beast whose attributes best match my Spirit," Qian Renhan replied with a faint smile. "Xue'er, the theory book says that Soul Masters should choose the soul bones most suited to them to maximize their power. The same applies to soul rings. Once a soul ring is absorbed, it will integrate with our body and Spirit. Only a soul ring with the most suitable attributes will allow the ring's power to be easily activated and more potent. It will also help maintain our Spirit's level."

Qian Renxue nodded and asked again, "Brother, do you think the degeneration of the Spirit of some side branches of the Angel Clan could be caused by choosing the wrong soul ring?"

"Not necessarily," Qian Renhan responded thoughtfully. "It might be that our mother's innate constitution wasn't strong enough to bear the pressure from the Six-Winged Angel, forcing the degeneration."

Qian Renhan's eyes flickered. It was easy for a Spirit to degrade, but evolving a Spirit was much harder. With Bibi Dong's assistance, his Eight-Winged Fallen Angel could reach the peak of a first-level god, but further evolution would require either an incredibly powerful soul beast or the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eye. How much assistance could you provide me with?

After half a day's long journey, the group entered the Star Dou Forest to secure the first two soul rings for Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue.

The two elders searched the area, and soon, they brought back a Light Saber Tooth Tiger, which had just passed 700 years of age, barely hanging on to life.

The Light Saber Tooth Tiger was a top-tier light-attribute soul beast, and the Six-Winged Angel represented the pinnacle of light, purity, and high-quality flames. Hence, there were three types of soul rings to choose from, with the first two being the preferred options. As always, degeneration was easier than evolution.

"Father, Elder Shemao, Elder Cidun, my first soul ring should come from a 1,000-year dark-attribute soul beast," Qian Renhan declared loudly after casting a glance at the Saber Tooth Tiger. He had been training since the age of one, aided by rare herbs, medicinal baths, and his powerful Fallen Angel Spirit. His physical condition was many times superior to Qian Renxue's, so he was fully confident in challenging a 1,000-year soul ring.

Qian Xunji was startled by the suggestion and said solemnly, "Xiao Han, a 1,000-year soul ring is on a completely different level from a 100-year one. It's far too dangerous!"

Qian Renhan's voice was calm and full of confidence. "I can't receive the blessing of the God Ancestor to increase my soul ring age like Grandfather, so I'm choosing a higher-level one. I'm confident I can handle a 1,000-year soul ring at the Soul Grandmaster level."

After a brief hesitation, Qian Xunji waved his hand and said, "Elder Shemao, Elder Cidun, go find a dark-attribute 1,000-year soul beast."

Elder Shemao and Elder Cidun set off again. Along the way, they encountered both the Man-faced Demon Spider and the Earth-Mole Demon Spider. However, both had evil attributes and poisonous qualities, making them unsuitable.

While the elders were searching, Qian Xunji handed Qian Renxue a dagger and said gently, "Xue'er, kill this beast for your first soul ring."

"Father, may I wait until Brother absorbs his first soul ring before making my choice?" Qian Renxue replied. Although she was obedient and sensible, deep down, she was competitive. If Qian Renhan absorbed a 1,000-year soul ring, and she absorbed a 700-year soul ring, the gap would be too large, and she might have difficulty accepting it—even if it was her brother.

Qian Renhan glanced at Qian Renxue, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. When he saw the 700-year-old Light Saber Tooth Tiger being discarded, he immediately thought to subtly encourage Qian Renxue to choose a higher-level soul ring. This silly little sister hadn't disappointed him.

"Alright, go ahead," Qian Xunji said, having guessed Qian Renxue's thoughts. He used his soul power to enter the Light Saber Tooth Tiger's body to ensure it wouldn't die from its injuries.

A moment later, a three-meter-long soul beast with a pitch-black body and strange purple markings was thrown over. It resembled both a lion and a tiger.

Qian Xunji was slightly surprised. "It's actually a Nether Lion Tiger Beast."

The Nether Lion Tiger Beast was a rare hybrid, born from the forced mating of a tiger and a lion, unable to control its lower body. These beasts were incredibly rare, belonging to the top-tier dark-attribute soul beasts. To think they actually managed to capture one of these soul beasts.

"It's between 1,100 and 1,200 years old, Xiao Han," Qian Xunji said quietly to Qian Renhan, waiting for his decision.

Qian Renhan drew his sword. His eyes showed no trace of pity or hesitation. The flesh of soul beasts, he had consumed countless times. To him, soul beasts were no different than livestock on Blue Star. They either filled his stomach or made him money. This one served both purposes: to enhance his power and fill his belly.

With a swift motion, he slashed the sword across the Nether Lion Tiger Beast's neck. Blood sprayed out, and a purple soul ring floated from the beast's corpse. The entire process was done in one fluid motion, without any unnecessary gestures.

Immediately, Qian Renhan sat down cross-legged, releasing his Fallen Angel Spirit and absorbing the soul ring. Qian Xunji and the two elders closely watched him, ready to intervene should something go wrong and break the soul ring if needed.

Half an hour later, Qian Renhan opened his eyes, a circle of thousand-year soul rings revolving around him.

Qian Xunji asked in surprise, "Xiao Han, how do you feel?"

Qian Renhan frowned slightly, dissatisfied. "Not much difference. This thousand-year soul ring is a bit short of my limits. Apart from the initial pain, I didn't feel much after that."

Qian Xunji and the others felt a wave of black lines form on their foreheads. This was a thousand-year first soul ring, and he wasn't satisfied? Was he really complaining?

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue expressed her excitement, shouting, "Brother is amazing! Father, I want a thousand-year soul ring too!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji almost spat blood in frustration and immediately rejected, "No way!"

"Why not?" Qian Renxue asked, confused.

"Xue'er, your constitution isn't as strong as your brother's. You can't take such risks. You should go for a hundred-year soul ring instead."

Qian Xunji's voice was stern. He would never allow Qian Renxue to take such a reckless step. If anything went wrong, Qian Daoliu would definitely punish him. A few hundred years of soul ring age didn't matter, as the Angel Clan's eighth test was a 10,000-year soul ring. This little bit of a difference was nothing.

"Xue'er, choose a lower-year soul ring. If not a thousand years, then at least nine hundred years," Qian Renhan said, gently rubbing Qian Renxue's hair. When he first met Bibi Dong, he had sensed the difference in strength between Qian Renxue and himself from just that one slap. The risk of a thousand-year soul ring was simply too great.

(End of Chapter)