Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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After crippling Bibi Dong's cultivation, Qian Renhan didn't spare her another glance. Instead, he spread his spiritual power across the entirety of Spirit City, scanning its every corner. A moment later, an overwhelming surge of sword energy erupted from his body. Each streak of black sword aura seemed to have a mind of its own, swiftly targeting those secretly observing from the shadows—spies who were busy scribbling notes. 

These soul masters were spies from the Upper Three Sects and undercover agents planted by the two great empires to gather intelligence within Spirit City. 

"Spies… time to meet your end." 

The voice of judgment echoed through the city. As the sword aura descended, a series of agonized screams erupted in the streets. 

Loyal residents of Spirit City, devoted to Spirit Hall, instinctively turned toward the direction of the screams. Some hidden spies who had managed to evade Qian Renhan's detection but lacked the mental fortitude to remain calm panicked upon hearing the cries and tried to flee. However, they were swiftly struck down—pierced through the chest by a streak of sword energy. 

In the span of a single minute, dozens of spies living within Spirit City were eradicated. There was a chance that some innocent lives were caught in the purge, but Qian Renhan remained indifferent. Better to kill the wrong person than to let a traitor go free. 

Having dealt with the infiltrators, Qian Renhan turned toward the Douluo Hall. It was time to handle the other mastermind behind this grand tragedy of twisted family bonds—Qian Xunji. 

Upon entering the hall, he found Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and the six great worship elders already waiting beneath the Angel God's statue. 

Gazing at the towering angelic figure, Qian Renhan spoke indifferently, "No matter how strong one is, stepping into this place always feels unbearably suffocating." 

Qian Daoliu stepped forward, his eyes locking onto the sword-shaped mark on Qian Renhan's forehead. "Xiaohan, which deity's inheritance did you receive?" 

"The God of Asura," Qian Renhan replied, still unaware that he had also inherited the legacy of the Dark God. 

"The God of Asura?!" 

Qian Daoliu was visibly shaken. The Asura God was a being far more terrifying than even the ancestor of the Angel God. His grandson had actually gained the recognition of such a deity? But in retrospect, it made sense—if he hadn't, there was no way he could have reached the Titled Douluo realm so quickly and defeated Bibi Dong. 

Moments later, Qian Renhan's expression darkened as he questioned, "Why did you allow that foolish girl to waste her talent on such an idiotic path? None of you thought to stop her?" 

Qian Daoliu let out a sigh. "You know how stubborn Xiaoxue is. Once she sets her mind on something, there's no turning her back." 

"Forget it. I'll bring her back myself." Qian Renhan cracked his knuckles, the joints producing a sharp crack. 

He then turned his gaze toward Qian Xunji, who stood to the side, his face pale. "Old man, I already know everything you've done." 

Qian Xunji met his son's eyes and spoke in a deep voice, "So, you also believe that what I did was wrong?" 

Qian Renhan shook his head. "I have no interest in passing judgment on your actions. But the fact remains—you failed to handle things properly, and now I have to clean up your mess. Bibi Dong has already paid for her sins. Now, it's time for you to settle yours. According to Spirit Hall's laws, spend a few years in prison working the sewing machine. Consider it atonement for betraying the Angel God's faith." 

"It's time for you to retire." 

"You—!" Qian Xunji trembled with rage, his chest tightening with pain. His own son was sending him to prison—to work a sewing machine, of all things! 

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment. He neither agreed nor opposed the decision. Instead, he asked, "With Bibi Dong crippled, Xunji imprisoned, and Xiaoxue under your guidance, I assume you plan to have her focus entirely on cultivation. So tell me, who will take over as the next Pope?" 

Qian Renhan turned back with a smirk. "Am I not a person? Or do you think I'm not qualified?" 

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly. "You… you could do it. But if you become Pope, you must uphold the faith of our ancestor and manage Spirit Hall accordingly." 

"Uphold the faith of our ancestor?" 

Qian Renhan let out a mocking laugh. "Old man, you must be joking. Upholding the ancestor's faith? Is that what led to Bibi Dong, a traitor who betrayed us without hesitation? Or the Upper Three Sects and the two great empires, both of which would gladly see us destroyed? Or perhaps it's what created the empire's 'patriotic' citizens, who loathe us?" 

"Because honestly, outside of Spirit Hall, I've never once seen any sign of our ancestor's so-called faith." 

Hearing these words, Qian Daoliu fell silent. He couldn't refute it. The Angel God's faith… Forget the two empires—there were many within Spirit Hall itself who didn't even believe in the Angel God's existence. 

"The Spirit Hall I Manage—Why Should I Work for Free?" 

"The Spirit Hall under my rule—is it supposed to suppress rogue soul masters for free? Provide free Martial Soul awakenings? Distribute soul master stipends without charge?" 

"Ridiculous. Why should I play the benevolent fool for nothing? The words 'free' and 'charity' do not exist in my dictionary. Why should we act as so-called 'good people' while bearing the scorn of every major power?" 

"Either pay for services, or kneel and offer faith to the Angel God—equal exchange, nothing less!" 

With those words, Qian Renhan turned and strode out of the Douluo Hall. 

Qian Daoliu hurriedly called after him, "Wait, Xiaohan! Other terms can be discussed, but Martial Soul awakenings and soul master stipends are absolutely necessary. If these are abolished, then when the soul beasts rise in a catastrophic tide, and soul masters lack the strength to resist, it will spell disaster for the entire continent!" 

Qian Renhan paused, then spoke with an air of absolute certainty. 

"Then for the next hundred years, I will be the one to protect this land." 

As he extended his left hand, an overwhelming murderous aura condensed into a blood-red longsword. The sword radiated an infinite, oppressive bloodlust, casting a crimson glow over the once-golden grandeur of the Douluo Hall. 

"Twin Martial Souls… this Martial Soul…!" 

Qian Daoliu, usually composed and unreadable, was shaken once again. Never in the past century had he felt such repeated waves of shock as he had today. 

"The Asura Demon Sword—bestowed upon me by the Asura God as my second Martial Soul. I will slaughter every high-ranking soul beast that poses a threat to humanity, using their spirit rings to strengthen my second soul. If the so-called ancestor has any objections, she can descend her divine will and speak to me directly." 

Qian Renhan's gaze landed on the Angel God's statue. Judging by the Asura God's expression, something had likely happened to the Angel God. Even in the original timeline, the golden liquid of the Angel's Ninth Trial hinted at something unusual. If it truly was Qian Renxue's incompetence that led to this, then that was her own problem. However, the fact that the golden liquid from the Angel's Ninth Trial could also appear in the Sea God's Ninth Trial as a live broadcast… that was far more telling. 

A successor's ascension was an intensely personal matter, yet the Sea God had not only managed to gain the Angel God's permission to watch but had even recorded the event in secret. And the Angel God had done nothing about it? 

If the Angel God was still alive and well, then once Qian Renhan ascended to godhood, his first order of business would be to annihilate that repulsive ancestor—erasing her very soul from existence. As for demanding faith from the people of the continent, that was something he was preparing for the future inheritors of the Angel God's lineage and the descendants of the Qian family. The current Angel God? She could rest in peace. 

Finishing his thoughts, Qian Renhan retracted the Asura Demon Sword. With a powerful flap of his jet-black wings, he took off, flying toward Heaven Dou City. 

Watching him disappear into the distance, Golden Crocodile Douluo hesitated before speaking. "Big Brother, what should we do? Are we just going to let the Young Master act as he pleases?" 

Qian Daoliu fell silent for a moment before slowly answering, "Xiaohan is already the inheritor of a god. In terms of status, he surpasses even me. Whatever he says, the ancestor has surely heard it. If the ancestor disapproved, she would have already sent down her divine will to intervene. If she remains silent… that means she acknowledges Xiaohan's actions. If there's an objection, then let her descend her divine will and state it herself." 

After a brief pause, Qian Daoliu's gaze shifted toward Bibi Dong, who had finished packing her belongings and was making her way toward the exit. "Send two Contra-level soul masters to watch over her. She is still Xiaoxue's mother. Aside from the three hundred-thousand-year soul bones she possesses, she also carries two other precious bones belonging to Spirit Hall. As long as her life isn't in danger, she may go wherever she pleases." 

Bibi Dong walked toward the gates of Spirit City with only a small bundle on her back. Inside were only a few changes of clothing. She didn't take a single piece of gold or silver jewelry—those all belonged to Spirit Hall, to the Qian family. With her pride, she wouldn't touch those disgusting things, let alone take them with her. 

(End of Chapter)