Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"This... this martial soul, is it really an Angel Martial Soul? It's giving off such a dark, cold, and evil aura!" The guide instinctively took a couple of steps back, covering her mouth.

After releasing some pent-up frustration from staying in the bright light of the Angel Hall all the time, Qian Renxue dismissed her martial soul and relaxed. She coldly glanced at the guide and said, "Say everything you need to say at once, then leave."

The guide, hearing this, was taken aback once more. She had seen her fair share of ruthless individuals over the years. In her time as a guide, she had dealt with no less than a hundred or eighty, many of whom, upon arriving in the City of Slaughter, either got scared and clung to her, begging her not to leave, or asked for more explanations to prepare themselves. Some even ogled her in a creepy way. But this was the first time anyone had outright told her to finish speaking and then leave.

The girl in the black veil didn't want to deal with this rude person, but because of her position, she spoke softly and politely: "I'm your guide. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I will answer all your inquiries within twelve hours. After twelve hours, this place will become your home, and you'll officially become a member of the City of Slaughter."

"Did you not hear me? Say everything you need to say at once. You've dealt with so many ruthless people as a guide, so tell me the main questions they've asked, and answer them all."

Looking into Qian Renxue's indifferent blood-red eyes, the girl in the black veil couldn't help but shiver. Perhaps it reminded her of the King of Slaughter's similar blood-red gaze. A chill ran through her, and she muttered to herself: Damn it, am I the villain here or is he? After all this time in the City of Slaughter, I'm actually intimidated by him.

Clearing her throat, the guide continued, "The City of Slaughter is a paradise of sin, and the rules are that there are no rules. As a member of the City of Slaughter, you may do whatever you wish. Even Titled Douluos from the outside world will be weakened upon entering, due to the loss of their soul skills. Under the rule of the King of Slaughter, we don't need to fear them. In the City of Slaughter, as long as you're strong enough, you can do anything. However, I must remind you that, because there are no rules here, you are also at constant risk of facing fatal danger."

"In the City of Slaughter, the only way in is through the gates; there is no way out. To survive, you must win in the Hell Slaughter Field. Just a friendly reminder, the Hell Slaughter Field is located at the very center of the inner city. Each victory you gain will grant you an extra year of life. If you fail, you will be required to contribute a cup of the Yellow Spring Elixir every month. If you win fifty matches in the Hell Slaughter Field, you will be granted citizenship in the City of Slaughter, where you can live forever without needing to participate in the Hell Slaughter Field anymore, and you will have no other restrictions."

"Food and shelter in the City of Slaughter are acquired through killing. The bodies must be taken to designated locations to exchange for skulls, which are then used to buy necessities."

"The fallen ones you spoke to earlier asked mostly about these things. Do you have any other questions?"

As soon as the guide finished speaking, Qian Renxue began walking toward the inner city and coldly added, "You can leave now."

"You—!"

The guide, watching Qian Renxue's retreating figure, couldn't help but stomp her foot. Even the calmest of people would explode at Qian Renxue's attitude.

Just as the guide was about to return to her post to prepare for the next fallen one, she hesitated. Instead of just letting him go, she decided to follow Qian Renxue. She was curious to see how this arrogant guy would end up being thoroughly defeated. After all, it was working hours, and it would be a shame to let someone this interesting just walk away.

The girl in the black veil followed Qian Renxue at a distance, able to observe him without being noticed by the fallen ones, making sure not to take action against him.

As they walked, a ragged figure suddenly stood up from the roadside, raising a dagger to stab at Qian Renxue's throat while laughing, "Oh, a new face. Looks like there's another batch of Yellow Spring Elixir! I'm lucky today!"

Just as the dagger was about to pierce Qian Renxue's throat, a flash of pitch-black sword light swept through, severing both the fallen one and the dagger into two parts.

Qian Renxue glanced down at the two halves of the body, furrowing her brow slightly. The figure appeared to be ageless, hardly any muscle, as though just a skeleton draped in skin. There wasn't much blood either; it didn't even pool into a small bloodstain.

"With such weak life force, it's surprising they're still alive. I guess I underestimated the vitality of soul masters," Qian Renxue mused, holding her sword as she continued walking toward the inner city.

Behind her, hidden in a corner, the girl in the black veil covered her mouth. She wasn't shocked that Qian Renxue had killed a mere skeleton-like figure. What shocked her was the weapon Qian Renxue wielded—it was made of soul power, condensed into a terrifying sword. In the City of Slaughter, where soul skills couldn't be used and soul power was severely restricted, only for recovery or basic physical enhancement, it was unbelievable that Qian Renxue could channel her soul power out of her body to form such a powerful weapon.

Upon entering the inner city, Qian Renxue walked into an entirely different world. If the outer city was a place of death and indifference, the inner city was a place of luxury and madness. Multicolored lights filled the streets, and the scene was one of extravagant vitality, comparable to the grandest cities in the world.

Sounds of all kinds filled Qian Renxue's ears—some full of excitement, others full of sorrow and groans, and still others with pain and despair. As he walked down the street, he saw couples everywhere, caught in a frenzy of lust.

But Qian Renxue didn't pay much attention to it. If this were in the streets of Blue Star, a crowd would gather immediately, pulling out their phones to secretly record.

At that moment, a rough voice called out, "Hey, such a pretty little boy! Your skin is so white, and your hair too—if you wore a skirt, you'd look amazing!"

Qian Renxue stopped and turned, seeing a burly figure standing nearby—at least nine feet tall, incredibly ugly, with a bare chest and a giant sword resting on his shoulder.

The words "so pretty" echoed out, drawing a crowd. The City of Slaughter was known as a paradise of sin, and the greatest sins of the human heart were the Seven Deadly Sins. In this lawless place, the most easily stirred feelings were anger and lust.

As more and more people gathered, even a group of fallen ones engaged in casual mating on the street took a look at the woman's appearance, grimaced in distaste, and began walking toward Qian Renxue.

In the City of Slaughter, most of the women were like withered trees, their once-beautiful faces ruined by the relentless torment of the fallen ones. Beautiful women were rare, and most were collected by the King of Slaughter and kept in his castle.

If given a choice between the world's most beautiful woman and a hundred ordinary women, most people would undoubtedly choose the first.

(End of Chapter)