Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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One year later.

A year ago, Bibi Dong left Spirit Hall City alone for the Star Dou Forest. Two months later, her return shocked the entire city to its core.

Not only did Bibi Dong's cultivation break through to the rank of Titled Douluo, but her strength soared directly into the realm of Super Douluo. Her first martial soul's ninth spirit ability was a terrifying, hundred-thousand-year level. As for her second martial soul, she had not revealed the configuration to anyone in Spirit Hall, leaving everyone in the dark about how many soul rings she had absorbed or what kind of configuration they were.

The author secretly tells the readers it's five black rings and one red.

Afterward, the Pope's Hall was completely under Bibi Dong's control, and even the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo dared not make any moves, as their combined strength was no match for her.

Eight months into her rule, Bibi Dong, with her aggressive and domineering style, earned the title of the Iron-Blooded Female Pope in the Spirit Master world. The authority that Spirit Hall had once lost due to Tang Hao was slowly being restored.

*Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School*

Ning Fengzhi sat at the head of the table, flanked by the two Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pillars, Sword Bone and Bone. The three of them looked rather grim.

Sword Douluo was the first to speak. "Fengzhi, what do you think of Bibi Dong's actions since taking control of Spirit Hall?"

Ning Fengzhi sighed lightly and replied, "She's too domineering. It's even worse than the previous Spirit Hall."

"Bibi Dong is now 43 years old, and she's already broken through to Titled Douluo, shattering the record set by Clear Sky Douluo as the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent."

"Moreover, in the months since Bibi Dong ascended to the throne, the Spirit Master world has been in turmoil, with visible and invisible battles happening everywhere. But recently, such conflicts seem to be gradually disappearing. Yet, I sense a brewing storm, as if a heavy rain is about to hit. Perhaps, within twenty years, the situation in the Spirit Master world will change."

Gu Rong, somewhat unconvinced, responded, "Fengzhi, are you worrying unnecessarily? The continent's peace is an inevitable trend in my view. The Spirit Master world is mainly controlled by Spirit Hall and the seven major sects. Even if Spirit Hall becomes more domineering under Bibi Dong, so what? Our top three sects are united, and Spirit Hall's next great talent, Qian Renhan, already perished in the Slaughter City. As for Qian Renxue, she's no different from Qian Xunjie, who was already defeated by Tang Hao. Why should we be afraid of them?"

"Dad, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, come play with Rongrong!"

A sweet and melodious voice rang out, and the faces of Sword Bone and Ning Fengzhi lit up with smiles.

"Qian Renhan perished in the Slaughter City, and it's said that it was at the hands of the King of Slaughter. Spirit Hall's biggest headache right now is the Slaughter City. We don't need to worry for now."

Ning Fengzhi smiled and stood up, walking with Sword Bone Douluo toward the little princess of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Rongrong.

*Spirit Hall, the Hall of Offerings*

Bibi Dong, holding the Pope's staff, rare as it was, appeared here.

Qian Daoliu was still wearing his golden blue cloak and armor. Qian Renxue sat beside him, diligently training. As for Qian Xunjie, he was alone in the Douluo Hall, undergoing his Angel God trial.

In the year since Qian Renhan's death, Qian Renxue had been training even more desperately, rising from level 65 to level 69 in just one year. She spent every day, except for meals, focused on cultivating, replacing sleep with meditation. Her body had grown thinner, and though her demeanor became more cold, it also made her look more haggard.

"Bibi Dong, if you're not here to properly manage the Pope's Hall, why are you here?" Qian Daoliu's tone was indifferent, his words lacking any goodwill. Qian Renxue opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at Bibi Dong with no better expression.

"Great Enshrine, could you step outside for a moment? I have something to say to Qian Renxue," Bibi Dong spoke respectfully, knowing that Qian Daoliu's strength was still far beyond hers.

"Grandfather, please step outside for a moment. I want to see what the Pope has to say to me," Qian Renxue's first words were soft, but the latter half of her sentence turned cold as ice.

As soon as the words fell, Qian Daoliu's figure vanished into the space with a single step, but his spiritual power remained, covering the area in case Bibi Dong did anything dangerous to Qian Renxue.

Bibi Dong's soul guide flickered, and a document was placed into Qian Renxue's hands.

Qian Renxue took it, reading carefully. After a moment, her brows furrowed, and she coldly asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Bibi Dong used her soul power to prevent the words from leaking out, then spoke faintly, "The coup plan. I want you to carry it out. I cannot trust anyone else. Replace the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, poison him on the night of snow, and ascend to the throne. Without a fight, take control of the Heaven Dou Empire. Your Angel God armor's head soul bone can perfectly conceal your figure."

"You want me to waste who knows how many years of my youth, neglect my cultivation, and pretend to be a man to complete this plan?" Qian Renxue questioned, unable to accept it at first.

"Heh."

Bibi Dong sneered, disdain clearly evident as she looked at Qian Renxue. She then turned to leave the Hall of Offerings, her voice ringing out, "As expected, you're nothing but a useless waste."

At these words, Qian Renxue's temper flared. She rushed in front of Bibi Dong, blocking her way, and shouted, "I'm a waste? Bibi Dong, I have innate soul power at level 20. How dare you call me a waste!"

Bibi Dong's smile remained filled with contempt as she said dismissively, "Aren't you a waste? Compared to your brother, what do you have that's worth noting? Your swordsmanship is lacking, your cultivation is lacking, and your current cultivation was already surpassed by your brother three years ago."

"When it comes to resolve, you can't compare either. Your brother dared to venture into the Slaughter City for training, while you only begged him not to go. You're of no use whatsoever. So tell me, apart from your innate soul power, what about you isn't a waste?"

Tears filled Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes. She was left crying by Bibi Dong's words because she truly couldn't refute them. Compared to her brother, it seemed like she had no place where she could compete. Her brother had even said, "You, with your thick skull, can't do anything but cause trouble." Was she really just a useless person who only created problems?

Qian Renxue shouted, "Fine, I agree. I'll carry out the undercover plan for the Heaven Dou Empire! But I want you to promise me one condition!"

Hearing Qian Renxue's agreement, Bibi Dong's heart soared with joy, though her face remained icy. "What condition?"

"Avenging my brother. Kill the King of Slaughter. You have the Slaughter God domain and aren't afraid of the King of Slaughter's rules. Only you can kill him!" Qian Renxue spoke with a deep voice. She had already lost her brother and couldn't afford to lose her father as well.

"I agree."

Bibi Dong's heart was filled with satisfaction, knowing that Qian Renxue's request was exactly what she wanted. She had already intended to kill Qian Xunjie and begin the Rakshasa God trial. How could she let Qian Xunjie die in the Slaughter City? This condition was a win for her in every way.

After Bibi Dong left, Qian Renxue gazed in the direction of the Slaughter City, wiping away her tears. She murmured, "Brother, this time, little Xue won't cause you any more trouble."

*Two years later, Slaughter City, Shura God Hall.*

"The seventh trial of Shura: Defeat the awake Shura Great Enshrine, Tang Chen. Time limit: none."

(End of chapter)