Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Qian Xunji spoke earnestly: "Dong'er, Yu Xiaogang is nothing but a useless person. He can't even recognize the mutated Blue Electric Tyrant Dragon martial soul. What do you think he is capable of? What talents does he have?"

Despite Qian Xunji's sincere words, Bi Bi Dong only let them pass through one ear and out the other, lost in her own thoughts, joyfully obsessed with the idea of the woman— that woman— who was Xiaogang's cousin. She couldn't be with Xiaogang. She couldn't be with Xiaogang. I still have a chance. I still have a chance!

Suppressing her inner joy, Bi Bi Dong calmly replied, "I will think carefully about what you've said, teacher."

Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji finally sighed in relief. "Good. Here is the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid. Take it and refine it. Strive to reach the level of a Titled Douluo as soon as possible. We should soon receive news of that hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

"Understood, teacher."

Bi Bi Dong took the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid and left the Elder Hall. Once back in her quarters and ensuring there was no one around, her previously calm eyes filled with killing intent once again. "Qian Xunji, because you stopped Xiaogang from being with that woman, I'll reduce my thousandfold revenge on you to only a hundredfold."

With that, Bi Bi Dong swallowed the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid in a few quick bites and began to refine it. She had to quickly increase her strength so that she could take revenge on Qian Xunji.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Qian Renhan, now over nine years old, was accompanied by two Guardian Douluo and a number of personnel from the Spirit Hall's Pope's Palace as they went to capture a hundred-thousand-year soul beast after its trace was discovered.

On the battlefield, Qian Renhan stood tall in a black robe, his skin pale as ivory. His long, silver-white hair was loosely cascading behind him, and his face, strikingly beautiful, looked almost feminine, making it hard to tell his gender without the context of his attire.

At that moment, five soul rings— purple, purple, black, black, and black— circled around him. In his hand, he held a long sword, pitch-black and about a meter in length, with dark soul energy swirling around its blade.

This sword was Qian Renhan's fifth soul skill, the Dark Sacred Sword— a weapon-type soul skill with a soul ring age of fifty thousand years. If an opponent of the same rank, a Soul King, were to be struck by this sword, even a single hair would cause at least twenty percent of their soul power to be consumed. Moreover, it could change in size depending on how much soul power he infused into it. This made it an incredibly powerful soul skill.

At that moment, Qian Renhan stood in the open, facing a tree large enough for an adult to wrap their arms around. Instead of swinging his sword, faintly invisible black soul energy shot from his palm, causing thick branches, as large as an adult's waist, to fall to the ground.

Qian Renhan then reached out, the dark soul energy swirling around his palm, his fingers becoming sword-like. He began to trace along the tree trunk, moving as if writing, and with each movement, a deep mark was left in the bark, where black soul energy surged within.

As the marks multiplied at a visible speed, the once vibrant tree began to wither before the eye. Its lush green leaves turned yellow, all affected by the extreme dark soul energy.

The Ultimate Darkness could not only devour soul power but also life force. As the ancestor of Evil Soul Masters, the Fallen Angel martial soul's ability to consume life force was only natural.

"Good, Xiao Han," a voice rang out from nearby, followed by a flash of golden light that emanated from the speaker's hand. The tree, on the brink of death, suddenly regained vitality and began to sprout new buds.

Qian Renhan looked at the golden-haired elder with some surprise and casually said, "Old man, why aren't you at the Angel Statue and instead come here?"

The elder, Qian Daoliu, did not answer directly but tossed a wooden sword toward him and said, "Speak with the sword."

Qian Renhan caught the wooden sword and replied, "Come then."

The two slowly walked toward each other, their distance now only about one and a half meters— the perfect range for one to strike any part of the other's body with a sword.

In the next instant, both their gazes sharpened, as though they had agreed beforehand. Within a second, their arms swung no less than ten times, the sound of swords clashing echoing continuously.

"Old man, speak up. What brings you here?"

Qian Renhan continued to swing his sword to parry Qian Daoliu's strikes, speaking as he did. This was a special training method he had developed to enhance his multitasking skills, allowing him to fight while staying focused, without reducing his combat effectiveness. At the same time, it helped him reduce the amount of time he had to spend with Qian Daoliu during these impromptu sparring sessions.

Qian Daoliu spoke, "Xunji has already set off to capture the hundred-thousand-year soul beast."

"I can still see just fine. You didn't come all the way here just for that, did you?" Qian Renhan's swordplay remained flawless, and he even found opportunities to strike back at Qian Daoliu.

"It's time for you to find someone to marry."

At these words, Qian Renhan's swordplay faltered. He was so surprised that the sword slipped from his hand. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What did you just say? I didn't quite catch that."

Qian Daoliu continued, "I've done some research. Most male disciples from noble families reach adulthood and lose their virginity around this age. Your cultivation is far beyond theirs, and you've developed better than they have."

The people of Douluo are exceptionally mature. Commoners marry and have children at 12, and soul masters develop even earlier due to the enhancing effects of soul power. By the age of nine, they're already involved with women. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun would likely feel personally addressed by this.

Given Qian Daoliu's personality, it was clear that he didn't want Qian Renhan out pursuing women. Instead, he wanted him to settle down early, find a fiancée, and start building a relationship. He didn't want Qian Renhan to become too reclusive.

With Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue's powers rising, the rejection from the Angelic Martial Soul would grow stronger, and as they aged, Qian Renxue wouldn't be as clingy. He also had to train Qian Renxue, so it wasn't uncommon for the siblings to not see each other for a week.

For a week, Qian Renhan would usually be alone on a mountain, still a nine-year-old child. Qian Daoliu was genuinely worried about how Qian Renhan's personality might change.

What's the most terrifying thing in the world? It's not lack of money, nor the inability to break through cultivation; it's an endless, all-consuming loneliness.

"No need, old man. I have no interest in women." Qian Renhan bent down to pick up the wooden sword and said indifferently, "Women are just a burden that interferes with my cultivation. Rather than finding me a fiancée, you'd be better off finding me an opponent who can actually compete with me. But I doubt there's anyone like that on this continent."

(End of Chapter)