Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Slap!"

A loud, resounding slap echoed through the air as Qian Xunji slapped Qian Renhan across the face. A clear handprint appeared on Qian Renhan's left cheek.

"Brother!" Qian Renxue rushed to Qian Renhan's side. She was reminded of the slap Bibi Dong had delivered to her a few days ago.

"Young Master!" X2

Both Shema and Cichun were stunned, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. They had never seen the usually calm and gentle Pope act in such anger, let alone strike someone. Even when Bibi Dong had disclosed sensitive information about the Angel God Armor and Martial Soul Hall's top secrets to Yu Xiaogang, Qian Xunji had endured it patiently.

Qian Renhan, recovering from the shock, touched his fiery left cheek. He looked at Qian Xunji, whose eyes held no trace of regret. A bleak smile crossed his heart. It seemed that their thoughts would never align. Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were in opposition, and now he and Qian Xunji were at odds as well. Fine, so be it.

"Old man, no matter how many times you ask or how many slaps you give me, my opinion will never change. If you and Xiao Xue want to continue your worldly training, feel free to do so. In six days, I will go to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect on my own."

As his words fell, Qian Renhan's eight-winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul manifested, and using its power, he flew away.

"Brother!"

Qian Renxue shouted, her voice full of anguish. "Shema Elder, aren't you going to follow Brother?"

Both of the Titled Douluo were on par in strength, but Shema was faster and more handsome. Clearly, staying by the side of the moody Qian Renhan was a better choice than staying with Cichun. However, just as Shema was about to take off, Qian Renhan's voice echoed from afar. "Cichun Elder, come with me!"

Shema paused in confusion, feeling embarrassed. What had he done to offend the young master?

Cichun left without further hesitation, and Qian Xunji sighed as he watched the distant figure of Qian Renhan vanish. "Xiao Xue, do you think Dad made a mistake?"

"I don't know," Qian Renxue shook her head, her small face full of sadness. Torn between her father and her brother, she really didn't know where to stand.

A day later, in the Sunset Forest.

As one of the continent's three great Soul Beast gathering areas, the Sunset Forest was teeming with abundant Soul Beast resources. The forest was only second in size to the Star Dou Forest.

"Young Master, what level of Soul Beast challenge would you like to choose?" Cichun Elder asked, trying to sound proactive. But Qian Renhan, feeling a little exasperated, didn't bother explaining. He activated his Martial Soul and soared towards the heart of the forest. Cichun, still puzzled, followed, releasing his Titled Douluo-level soul pressure to prevent any potential Soul Beast attacks. The Sunset Forest wasn't home to particularly powerful Soul Beasts, or else someone like Dugu Bo wouldn't be able to navigate it freely, set up camp, and release his poison barriers.

Soon, they reached a valley over a thousand meters high, surrounded by a swirling mist of dark green poison.

Cichun's brow furrowed. "Young Master, this poison is from the Phosphorous Serpent King. It's likely something left behind by Dugu Bo."

"Dugu Bo, who broke through to Titled Douluo at age 72, is now only 58. His cultivation should be at the peak of Soul Saint or at the early stages of a Soul Douluo."

"The purification power of my Six-Winged Angel can immunize against most toxins, so my Eight-Winged Fallen Angel has no reason to fear the Phosphorous Serpent King's poison."

Qian Renhan murmured thoughtfully. His arm, wrapped in black, cold soul power, extended toward the poison barrier. Cichun, startled, quickly realized the danger. The Phosphorous Serpent King's poison was terrifying—any normal person who came into contact with it would be reduced to pus within moments. But before he could stop him, it was too late. Qian Renhan had already reached into the poisonous mist.

The black arm made contact with the poison fog. As soon as the mist touched his dark soul power, it turned into the purest soul energy, which Qian Renhan eagerly absorbed, replenishing his own energy.

Cichun, reacting quickly, grabbed Qian Renhan's arm and pulled it back. "Young Master, are you alright?"

"I didn't expect... I didn't expect my Fallen Angel's soul power to be this strong," Qian Renhan said, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had not anticipated that his Fallen Angel's soul power would automatically devour and transform any foreign soul power it came into contact with.

The Fallen Angel Martial Soul was on an entirely different level compared to the Angel Martial Soul. Its power was ten times stronger when corrupted. Indeed, the keyboard warriors hadn't lied to him.

"Cichun Elder, let go. I'm fine," Qian Renhan said.

Cichun loosened his grip, his pupils narrowing in surprise. He could feel his own soul power being partially consumed by the dark energy from Qian Renhan's arm. Was this the true power of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul?

With his entire body wrapped in black soul power, Qian Renhan entered the poison barrier. As he walked, the poison was absorbed, leaving only traces of black-green ice crystals on the ground.

Beyond the poison formation, Qian Renhan found himself in a dense forest. In the distance, a hill about five hundred meters high stood out. When he reached the top and gazed around, a funnel-shaped valley came into view. Thick steam rose from the bottom of the valley, humid and warm.

Descending into the valley, Qian Renhan finally saw the full scope of the Ice-Fire Yin Yang Eye. The small hot spring was divided into two sections. One oval-shaped pool was split in half, with milky white and crimson red waters clearly separated, each maintaining its own side without mixing.

The Ice-Fire Yin Yang Eye, also known as the Ice-Fire Double-Boiled Pot!

(End of Chapter)