Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Alright, brother." Qian Renxue said seriously, "Father, I want a 900-year soul ring for my Century Soul Ring!"

sighed deeply. "Fine."

Another round of the same ritual began as Qian Renxue sat cross-legged to absorb the top-tier Light Elemental Soul Ring of just over 900 years.

Qian Xunji kept his gaze fixed on Qian Renxue and, with a slight mental focus, asked, "Xiao Han, how many years do you plan to choose for your second soul ring?"

Qian Renhan replied, "I'm not sure of my current strength. I'll need to have a fight to determine what my next soul ring should be. I believe father wants to take me and Xiao Xue out, not just to observe the living conditions of the people on the continent, right?"

"You're still as clever as ever." Qian Xunji nodded slightly. How could the experience be gained only by watching? Without showing off the Martial Soul Hall's new generation of geniuses in battle, how could they assert the prestige of the Martial Soul Hall?

A sharp gleam flashed in Qian Xunji's eyes. It seemed the time was just about right.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, a man with a full head of white hair, aged and frail, sat upon the throne. He was Yu Longchen, the current Sect Leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and the father of Yu Yuanzhen.

"Seven days from now, the young generation's competition. Father, should we accept Qian Xunji's challenge?" Yu Yuanzhen, aged 49, asked. He was 75 when he died in battle and had yet to break through to the Titled Douluo level.

Yu Longchen snorted coldly, his voice revealing a deep sense of dominance despite his old age. "Qian Xunji wants to step on the head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to make a name for the Martial Soul Hall? What an absurd fantasy!"

"We must accept, of course. We are dragons—the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus! The word 'surrender' does not exist in the dragon's vocabulary!"

"I understand, Father!" Yu Yuanzhen's bloodline and the pride of the dragon awakened as he heard these words.

"Yuanzhen, your father doesn't have much time left. You must break through to Titled Douluo quickly. Otherwise, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's position among the top three sects will be at risk," Yu Longchen sighed deeply, his frail hand resting on Yu Yuanzhen's shoulder.

"I will, Father. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the name of the Thunder Douluo, will be inherited by me," Yu Yuanzhen said, his eyes misting as he looked at his aging father, Yu Longchen, who seemed to emit a faint aura of death.

The next day, in the Balak Kingdom, in the Fansuo Province, Soto City.

At dawn, before the sun had risen, the streets and alleys of Soto City bustled with farmers carrying shoulder poles laden with fresh vegetables and fruits from the countryside. They sweated profusely and gasped for breath, exhausted from their labor. They set up their stalls at the empty spaces, trying to claim prime spots.

In Soto City, there was no concept of buying a stall. Farmers had to get there early to secure a spot. The busier the stall, the higher the chances of earning money. Therefore, these farmers woke up earlier than the roosters, having to get up before dawn to rush to the market, even if it meant walking in the dark, which could be dangerous. They had no choice because it was for their livelihood.

On the rooftop of a taller building, Qian Xunji stood with Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue by his side. The three of them silently watched the farmers toil below, with Shema and Zhi Dun hidden around as guards.

A look of pity appeared in Qian Renxue 's eyes. After obtaining her soul ring yesterday, Qian Xunji had taken her and Qian Renhan to visit a small rural village. Most of the homes there were made of straw huts, with only a few being built from wood and earth. The main food was Blue Silver Grass roots, with almost no meat.

Having lived in the magnificent worship hall, enjoying delicacies every day, Qian Renxue had never seen such a scene. She even had Shema secretly exchange a gold soul coin for a cooked Blue Silver Grass root to taste, but after one bite, she almost spat it out.

Qian Renxue tugged at Qian xunji's sleeve and asked, "Father, these people work so hard for their livelihood, so why do they still have to live so miserably?"

Qian Xunji replied indifferently, "Look down there, and you'll understand."

Half an hour later, the sun slowly rose, casting light over the land. Outside Soto City, two squads of soldiers in armor, each holding long spears, marched forward. At the front of the soldiers, walking with confidence, was a tall, handsome young man in his twenties, wearing a luxurious robe with gold edges. Behind him, a group of armored soldiers followed closely.

Within moments, the young man, wearing the robe, arrived at the center of the street market, eyeing the fresh vegetables and fruits with satisfaction and nodding.

"Prince Lordli." The farmers trembled as they looked at the handsome young man, fear showing in their eyes.

Lordli clapped his hands, a noble smile appearing on his face. "Soldiers, listen up. Buy all of these vegetables and fruits."

With that command, all the soldiers rushed to the stalls. Though they said they were buying, it was actually a form of looting. Some threw a few copper soul coins for show, while others simply kicked the stall owners aside and took everything away.

In an instant, the streets and alleys filled with the cries and pleas of the vendors.

Qian Renhan observed the scene, murmuring to herself, "It's exactly as Zhao Wujie from Shrek described the noble customs of the Balak Kingdom."

"Dad, Dad, can we help them? They are really so pitiful." Qian Renxue tugged at Qian xunji's sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes. These vegetables and fruits were the result of the farmers' hard labor. If they were taken away by the Balak Kingdom like this, it was easy to predict how difficult their future lives would be. Some of them might even starve to death.

Qian Xunji sighed and shook his head. "No, Xiao Xue. Our Martial Soul Hall's goal is to maintain peace across the continent. If we intervene, the relationship between the Martial Soul Hall and the Balak Kingdom will worsen. If a conflict breaks out, it could spark a continent-wide war. We've worked hard to bring about a ceasefire between the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires. If these two great empires go to war again, think of how many lives will be lost."

A gentle reminder: The one who wants to start a war and unite the continent is Bibi Dong. Qian Daoliu never had that intention, though he was later dragged into it. As for Qian xunji, the original work barely touches on his perspective, so it's unclear.

At this moment, Qian Xunji turned his head and noticed that Qian Renhan 's expression was still devoid of any emotion. Her gaze remained as calm as ever. Unable to hold back, he asked, "Xiao Han, what do you think?"

"Lowly scum, they deserve to be enslaved. They are not worthy of sympathy," Qian Renhan responded coldly, continuing, "Father, Xiao Xue, what you see is the oppression, helplessness, and misery of these people. But what I see is something different."

"These oppressed people show pain, sadness, and despair in their eyes, but there is no anger or hatred," Qian Renhan said with a mocking smile, her tone indifferent. "That means they have become accustomed to being oppressed. They have come to accept that it is natural for the nobles to exploit them. Since that's the case, why should I feel sympathy?"

"Xiao Han, how can you think like this!"

Qian Xunji asked angrily. In the six years since his birth, Qian Renhan had always been indifferent toward him, showing little respect. Even after awakening her Fallen Angel Martial Soul, he had tolerated it, treating her as he did Qian Renxue. But if Qian Renhan looked at the suffering of the world with this mindset, he couldn't bear it. This wasn't just a matter of Martial Soul or Angel Clan differences; it was a fundamental clash of values. His son, whether in Martial Soul or in thought, was a complete anomaly to the Angel Clan.

"This is my most honest opinion. A group of people who have knelt for so long, who don't know how to resist, who don't even have any thoughts of standing up—these unworthy commoners deserve to be exploited, deserve to starve, deserve to be called 'lowly'. They are just like the people from the Li clan, who are born to think of themselves as nothing more than dogs for Tang Hao."

Qian Renhan still responded in the same way, expressing her truest thoughts.

(End of Chapter)