Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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In Heaven Dou City, Qian Renhan walked down the bustling streets, heading toward the city's main gate. Behind him, Qian Renxue obediently followed. The slap mark on her face had already healed thanks to the restorative power of her Angelic Soul Force. 

After waking Qian Renxue, gathering their belongings, and erasing all traces of her existence from Xue Qinghe's mansion, Qian Renhan was ready to take her to the Star Dou Forest to obtain her seventh spirit ring. As for the commotion caused at Xue Qinghe's residence and his sudden disappearance, Qian Renhan couldn't have cared less about how the imperial family would handle it. 

Among the four imperial princes, Xue Qinghe was considered the most useless, barely drawing anyone's attention. Bibi Dong had only been in power for two years, and the Spirit Hall still maintained its façade as a righteous organization dedicated to upholding peace on the continent. Furthermore, with all of Spirit City's spies within the empire eliminated by Qian Renhan, who would ever believe that the future Pope of the Spirit Hall—the once-dead eldest son of the Hall—would personally take action to kill the most insignificant prince of the Heaven Dou Empire? 

As Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue strolled through the streets of Heaven Dou City, the lively atmosphere instantly fell silent. Wherever the siblings passed, every pedestrian—man or woman—stopped in their tracks, their gazes fixated on the striking pair. 

Dressed entirely in black, Qian Renhan carried himself with a detached expression. His long, silver-white hair cascaded over his shoulders, exuding an air of cold nobility. His blood-red eyes brimmed with an oppressive aura, while his almost inhumanly handsome features captivated the attention of countless young women—and even a few wealthy noblewomen. 

Qian Renxue, having reverted to her female attire, possessed a beauty that seemed otherworldly. Her skin was as fair as snow, and her features were flawless. Dressed in a golden-threaded palace gown of simple yet elegant design, she radiated an aura of holiness and majesty. The high, golden collar protected her swan-like, alabaster neck, while her long, golden hair cascaded freely down her back in a slightly unkempt manner—creating a stark contrast against her otherwise meticulously arranged courtly attire. 

As the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City was never short of noble heirs with illustrious backgrounds. Naturally, it was also home to its fair share of extravagant, debauched aristocrats. 

"What a breathtaking beauty! She's like a goddess descended from the heavens!" 

A grating voice suddenly rang out. 

Qian Renxue's expression turned cold as she saw a lavishly dressed young man approaching. His steps were unsteady, his complexion pallid—clear signs of excessive indulgence in worldly pleasures. 

His eyes roamed over Qian Renxue's figure with unrestrained greed, his gaze filled with desire. Behind him, a small entourage of sycophants followed closely. 

"This fair lady, greetings! My father is Baron Sarrufu. May I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance?" The young noble extended a hand, executing a textbook-perfect aristocratic greeting. 

Disgust flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes. Just as she was about to tell him to get lost, Qian Renhan's gaze sharpened. With a single flick of his eyes, a streak of pitch-black sword energy erupted forth. 

In an instant, the young noble was sent flying before exploding midair into a mist of blood. 

"Ahh! Murder!" 

The once-bustling street of Heaven Dou City descended into chaos. Panic-stricken citizens screamed as they scrambled to flee, vanishing in the blink of an eye. 

"Brother!" Qian Renxue gasped in shock. This was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire! Did he really have to be so reckless? 

Qian Renhan's voice remained indifferent. "A useless waste spouting nonsense will only be more of a nuisance. The outcome wouldn't have changed either way. Let's go—we'll use our martial souls. At least this garbage gave us a reason to leave quickly." 

Qian Renxue nodded. Just as she unfurled her two pairs of pristine white wings and prepared to take off, an invisible force suddenly enveloped her, restricting her movements. 

In an instant, Serpent Spear and Thorn Boar materialized at her sides, standing guard. 

Qian Renhan's gaze grew even colder as he turned his head. On the once-empty street, two figures had silently appeared at some unknown moment. 

The man on the left held a cane, his appearance refined and handsome. Dressed in luxurious attire, he exuded the charm of a mature gentleman. A gentle smile graced his lips, as warm as a spring breeze, yet deep within his bright eyes, a trace of shock mingled with an intense killing intent. 

The man on the right wore a pristine white robe, his skin as smooth and rosy as that of an infant. His meticulously combed white hair was flawless, radiating an air of effortless composure. Floating beside him was an ancient greatsword, over two meters long and half a foot wide, emanating a powerful aura. Around the blade, nine spirit rings revolved—two yellow, two purple, and five black. 

"Ning Sect Master, Sword Douluo, what exactly do you intend to do? Are you trying to stop our young master from leaving? Could it be that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wishes to go to war with the Spirit Hall?" Snake Spear Douluo said coldly, directly revealing the identities of the two figures before them. 

Ning Fengzhi held the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in his palm, his smile unwavering. "There are rumors that the two young masters of your esteemed Hall, long thought dead, have miraculously returned. Now, you suddenly appear in Heaven Dou City and even kill an imperial noble at will. How can I not suspect your true motives for being here?" 

Snake Spear Douluo scoffed. "And what does that have to do with you? A waste of a noble, hollowed out by indulgence and debauchery, dared to lay his hands on our young master. His death was well deserved." 

Ning Fengzhi chuckled lightly. "That is of no concern to me. However, the sudden return of two supposedly deceased young masters, accompanied by two Titled Douluo elders, in the capital of Heaven Dou Empire—it would be difficult for me to ignore such a situation. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has always maintained close ties with the imperial family. I cannot simply turn a blind eye. Once your esteemed Hall has explained the situation to the Heaven Dou imperial court, if there are no issues, you will naturally be free to leave." 

Snake Spear and Thorn Boar exchanged a glance, both preparing to strike. They understood Ning Fengzhi's true intentions. Backed by the Heaven Dou imperial family, he believed that with both Spirit Hall young masters present, coupled with Sword Douluo's formidable strength, he had the upper hand. His words were nothing more than an excuse to put Spirit Hall in a difficult position. 

"Stand down," Qian Renhan said indifferently. 

At his command, Snake Spear and Thorn Boar immediately retreated behind him, standing guard beside Qian Renxue without hesitation. 

Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed slightly. Something felt off. Why were these two Titled Douluo elders so obedient to Qian Renhan? 

Sword Douluo, meanwhile, raised his soul power to its peak, his eyes narrowing with caution. Though he couldn't pinpoint the reason, an ominous aura emanating from Qian Renhan made him uneasy. 

"Qian Young Master, why don't you remain here for a while? If you have business to attend to, allowing the Heaven Dou imperial family to assist you would certainly be more efficient," Ning Fengzhi said, maintaining his signature warm smile. With his limited strength, he was unable to sense the terrifying presence that Sword Douluo had detected. 

"You're teaching me how to handle my affairs?" 

Qian Renhan's tone remained indifferent. He was still seething from Qian Renxue's earlier foolishness, which had nearly driven him to rage. Now, someone had conveniently presented themselves as a target for his ire. Since the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wanted to meddle, they could serve as the perfect herald for his return—an announcement to the entire Spirit Master world of who its true ruler was. 

Ning Fengzhi's frown deepened in displeasure. He was about to rebuke Qian Renhan for his lack of basic respect, but before he could speak, his pupils suddenly contracted violently. 

Three purple, three black, and three red spirit rings surged forth. Ten dark angelic wings spread wide as the Fallen Angel martial soul emerged. 

In an instant, darkness consumed the skies above Heaven Dou City. Not even a sliver of light could pierce through. Every citizen looked up in horror, watching as an eerie black cloud enshrouded the heavens. 

(End of Chapter)