Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Second Martial Soul, Asura Devil Sword!" Qian Renhan extended his hand, his soul power surging. A blood-red sword, radiating with a crimson light, manifested as his Blood Sword Martial Soul. The sword emanated an overwhelming and terrifying aura, so powerful that even the evolved Ten-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul had to retreat from its edge.

Under Qian Renhan's control, the Asura Devil Sword expanded, transforming into a massive sword that was three feet long and as thick as his wrist.

"Very well, I truly didn't misjudge you," a deep, magnetic voice rang out.

Qian Renhan turned to look. Not far away stood a figure clad in blood-red armor, with short, purple steel-needle-like hair. The figure was exceptionally tall, with a handsome face exuding both a devilish charm and overwhelming dominance.

In the blink of an eye, that figure suddenly appeared in front of Qian Renhan, a smile on his face. He spoke, "This divine Asura Devil Sword Martial Soul is an energy manifestation of my ultimate weapon, the Asura Devil Sword. How much you can make it grow, and the kind of sword intent you can imbue into it, depends entirely on you."

"Thank you, Senior Asura God," Qian Renhan clasped his fists. If it were the original form of the Asura Devil Sword, its size would be too unwieldy for him. But with the Asura Devil Sword transformed into his Martial Soul, allowing him to control it freely, it would indeed be the perfect weapon.

The Asura God smiled faintly, "Qian Renhan, you're different from the other inheritors. You are the only one with the potential to surpass me."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renhan couldn't help but ask, "Do successors of divine positions have the right to surpass the creators of those positions?"

The Asura God answered calmly, "If you inherited my divine position through the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, you could never surpass me, because the paths we walk are different. To inherit my divine position, you must walk the path I once walked. The challenges you face, I have already helped you overcome. What right do you have to surpass me by walking further than I did?"

Qian Renhan nodded, understanding the meaning. What the Asura God meant was that the two of them were taking the same test. One person, a top student, takes the test and then lets another person—someone who hasn't studied—copy their answers. The second person can at best copy the same score but could never surpass the one who originally took the test.

The Asura God turned his back to Qian Renhan and said, "The position of Asura God is earned through slaughter. My power as a God King comes from the swordsmanship I comprehended through slaughter. A divine position is a realm, and whether the Asura God is strong or not in that realm depends on how far your swordsmanship can take you."

"We both walk the path of using slaughter to prove the way. I offer you two choices. One is to accept my inheritance, where your path will be smooth, but your future will be sealed, and you'll forever remain beneath me. The other is to walk your own path. I'll only give you the God King realm, but if your swordsmanship talent is limited, you might become the weakest God King in the God Realm, far inferior to me. Choose wisely."

Without hesitation, Qian Renhan answered, "I naturally choose the second option—to walk my own path. I have no interest in wasting time on matters like love. It's far better to study the sword path and reach higher realms. I will not allow any power in this continent to surpass the Qian family, and I refuse to accept that there are Gods in the same realm whose strength exceeds mine."

"Excellent, you have the demeanor of a true god." The Asura God extended his hand, offering a blood-red orb. "This is the divine Soul Ring, which can provide the most suitable soul rings and soul skills for your Martial Soul. Shatter it to break through your 70th-level bottleneck."

Qian Renhan took the orb and said, "Senior Asura God, may I leave briefly to visit home? If I stay away for too long, my family might think I've died on the Hell Road."

"No," the Asura God replied. "You must meet my requirements before leaving the Asura Temple. While I agree with your choice, if your swordsmanship talent is truly limited, and you become the weakest God King, far below me, it would be a disgrace."

"Use your desire to go home as motivation, and train diligently."

With those final words, the Asura God vanished from the Asura Temple, leaving only Qian Renhan alone within.

"Several years, or perhaps longer… I hope Grandpa, Father, and Xiao Xue don't do anything foolish. Otherwise, when I return, I'll truly be unfilial."

Qian Renhan sat cross-legged, releasing his Fallen Angel Martial Soul. He crushed the orb, and a swirl of blood-red energy erupted, forming a soul ring that circled around him.

Spirit Hall, Offering Hall.

"Xiao Han is coming back soon. He made it through the Killing City in two years, even faster than Bibi Dong by six months. What a tough journey. I really need to pick a good future granddaughter-in-law."

Qian Daoliu took out a list of the continent's most talented young women that Spirit Hall had compiled. Most people who came out of the Killing City were practically half-mad, and considering Qian Renhan's naturally cold nature, he probably emerged as three-quarters of a madman. Therefore, it was crucial to choose the right woman to help him return to normal.

"Fire Dance from Elemental City, Martial Soul: Fire Shadow, innate soul power level 8. Good talent, but her fiery temper and princess complex—Qian Renhan's personality might make him want to chop her up on the spot. Plus, she's the dog of Feng Xiaotian from the Divine Wind Academy. No, next one."

"Shui Bing'er from Elemental City, Martial Soul: Ice Phoenix, innate soul power level 9. The entire student body of the Water Academy admires her. She's kind, wise, and a natural leader. Not bad, a real talent."

"Ye Lingling from the Ye family, Martial Soul: Nine Hearts Begonia, innate soul power level 9. A loner, introverted, no friends. This girl's personality is quite similar to Xiao Han's, and she possesses the world's strongest healing Martial Soul, which pairs perfectly with the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, which has no healing ability. Good match."

Qian Daoliu fell into deep thought. The women he had selected all had innate soul power levels of 8 or higher, were exceptionally beautiful, and were all of age, excluding the top three sects. With Spirit Hall's intelligence network, it didn't take long to gather the list.

At the end of Hell Road, at the Killing City, the Chrysanthemum Douluo had been waiting for a long time. Every time they escorted prisoners, they inquired about Qian Renhan's status inside. Upon learning that Qian Renhan had won 95 matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena, they decided to wait for him to emerge. They had been waiting for several months now.

"Old Ghost, when do you think the Young Master will come out?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked Ghost Douluo, who stood nearby.

Ghost Douluo replied, "If you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask? Hell Road is the toughest challenge for anyone trying to leave the Killing City, the human hell. There are countless difficulties inside. It'll likely take a long time. But the Holy Maiden has made it out, so with the Young Master's Martial Soul, there's no reason he won't. Let's wait a bit longer."

Seven days later, Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled slightly. "Old Ghost."

Ghost Douluo responded, "Let's wait a little longer."

A month later, Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was full of deep trembling. "Old Ghost."

Ghost Douluo gritted his teeth and said, "The Young Master may have been delayed by something. Let's wait a little longer."

Two months later, the Chrysanthemum Douluo's face turned as dark as night. Could the Young Master really have perished in Hell Road?

(End of Chapter)Chapter 55: Qian Renhan is Locked in the Little Red Room

"Second Martial Soul, Asura Devil Sword!" Qian Renhan extended his hand, his soul power surging. A blood-red sword, radiating with a crimson light, manifested as his Blood Sword Martial Soul. The sword emanated an overwhelming and terrifying aura, so powerful that even the evolved Ten-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul had to retreat from its edge.

Under Qian Renhan's control, the Asura Devil Sword expanded, transforming into a massive sword that was three feet long and as thick as his wrist.

"Very well, I truly didn't misjudge you," a deep, magnetic voice rang out.

Qian Renhan turned to look. Not far away stood a figure clad in blood-red armor, with short, purple steel-needle-like hair. The figure was exceptionally tall, with a handsome face exuding both a devilish charm and overwhelming dominance.

In the blink of an eye, that figure suddenly appeared in front of Qian Renhan, a smile on his face. He spoke, "This divine Asura Devil Sword Martial Soul is an energy manifestation of my ultimate weapon, the Asura Devil Sword. How much you can make it grow, and the kind of sword intent you can imbue into it, depends entirely on you."

"Thank you, Senior Asura God," Qian Renhan clasped his fists. If it were the original form of the Asura Devil Sword, its size would be too unwieldy for him. But with the Asura Devil Sword transformed into his Martial Soul, allowing him to control it freely, it would indeed be the perfect weapon.

The Asura God smiled faintly, "Qian Renhan, you're different from the other inheritors. You are the only one with the potential to surpass me."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renhan couldn't help but ask, "Do successors of divine positions have the right to surpass the creators of those positions?"

The Asura God answered calmly, "If you inherited my divine position through the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, you could never surpass me, because the paths we walk are different. To inherit my divine position, you must walk the path I once walked. The challenges you face, I have already helped you overcome. What right do you have to surpass me by walking further than I did?"

Qian Renhan nodded, understanding the meaning. What the Asura God meant was that the two of them were taking the same test. One person, a top student, takes the test and then lets another person—someone who hasn't studied—copy their answers. The second person can at best copy the same score but could never surpass the one who originally took the test.

The Asura God turned his back to Qian Renhan and said, "The position of Asura God is earned through slaughter. My power as a God King comes from the swordsmanship I comprehended through slaughter. A divine position is a realm, and whether the Asura God is strong or not in that realm depends on how far your swordsmanship can take you."

"We both walk the path of using slaughter to prove the way. I offer you two choices. One is to accept my inheritance, where your path will be smooth, but your future will be sealed, and you'll forever remain beneath me. The other is to walk your own path. I'll only give you the God King realm, but if your swordsmanship talent is limited, you might become the weakest God King in the God Realm, far inferior to me. Choose wisely."

Without hesitation, Qian Renhan answered, "I naturally choose the second option—to walk my own path. I have no interest in wasting time on matters like love. It's far better to study the sword path and reach higher realms. I will not allow any power in this continent to surpass the Qian family, and I refuse to accept that there are Gods in the same realm whose strength exceeds mine."

"Excellent, you have the demeanor of a true god." The Asura God extended his hand, offering a blood-red orb. "This is the divine Soul Ring, which can provide the most suitable soul rings and soul skills for your Martial Soul. Shatter it to break through your 70th-level bottleneck."

Qian Renhan took the orb and said, "Senior Asura God, may I leave briefly to visit home? If I stay away for too long, my family might think I've died on the Hell Road."

"No," the Asura God replied. "You must meet my requirements before leaving the Asura Temple. While I agree with your choice, if your swordsmanship talent is truly limited, and you become the weakest God King, far below me, it would be a disgrace."

"Use your desire to go home as motivation, and train diligently."

With those final words, the Asura God vanished from the Asura Temple, leaving only Qian Renhan alone within.

"Several years, or perhaps longer… I hope Grandpa, Father, and Xiao Xue don't do anything foolish. Otherwise, when I return, I'll truly be unfilial."

Qian Renhan sat cross-legged, releasing his Fallen Angel Martial Soul. He crushed the orb, and a swirl of blood-red energy erupted, forming a soul ring that circled around him.

Spirit Hall, Offering Hall.

"Xiao Han is coming back soon. He made it through the Killing City in two years, even faster than Bibi Dong by six months. What a tough journey. I really need to pick a good future granddaughter-in-law."

Qian Daoliu took out a list of the continent's most talented young women that Spirit Hall had compiled. Most people who came out of the Killing City were practically half-mad, and considering Qian Renhan's naturally cold nature, he probably emerged as three-quarters of a madman. Therefore, it was crucial to choose the right woman to help him return to normal.

"Fire Dance from Elemental City, Martial Soul: Fire Shadow, innate soul power level 8. Good talent, but her fiery temper and princess complex—Qian Renhan's personality might make him want to chop her up on the spot. Plus, she's the dog of Feng Xiaotian from the Divine Wind Academy. No, next one."

"Shui Bing'er from Elemental City, Martial Soul: Ice Phoenix, innate soul power level 9. The entire student body of the Water Academy admires her. She's kind, wise, and a natural leader. Not bad, a real talent."

"Ye Lingling from the Ye family, Martial Soul: Nine Hearts Begonia, innate soul power level 9. A loner, introverted, no friends. This girl's personality is quite similar to Xiao Han's, and she possesses the world's strongest healing Martial Soul, which pairs perfectly with the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, which has no healing ability. Good match."

Qian Daoliu fell into deep thought. The women he had selected all had innate soul power levels of 8 or higher, were exceptionally beautiful, and were all of age, excluding the top three sects. With Spirit Hall's intelligence network, it didn't take long to gather the list.

At the end of Hell Road, at the Killing City, the Chrysanthemum Douluo had been waiting for a long time. Every time they escorted prisoners, they inquired about Qian Renhan's status inside. Upon learning that Qian Renhan had won 95 matches in the Hell Slaughter Arena, they decided to wait for him to emerge. They had been waiting for several months now.

"Old Ghost, when do you think the Young Master will come out?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked Ghost Douluo, who stood nearby.

Ghost Douluo replied, "If you're asking me, who am I supposed to ask? Hell Road is the toughest challenge for anyone trying to leave the Killing City, the human hell. There are countless difficulties inside. It'll likely take a long time. But the Holy Maiden has made it out, so with the Young Master's Martial Soul, there's no reason he won't. Let's wait a bit longer."

Seven days later, Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled slightly. "Old Ghost."

Ghost Douluo responded, "Let's wait a little longer."

A month later, Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was full of deep trembling. "Old Ghost."

Ghost Douluo gritted his teeth and said, "The Young Master may have been delayed by something. Let's wait a little longer."

Two months later, the Chrysanthemum Douluo's face turned as dark as night. Could the Young Master really have perished in Hell Road?

(End of Chapter)