Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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After some reminiscing, A Rou noticed Xiao Wu fidgeting restlessly, frequently glancing toward the forest's outer perimeter. Shaking her head with a soft smile, she said, "Xiao Wu, condense your third spirit ring, then go find your Third Brother. If you want to be with him, I won't oppose it." 

Hearing this, Xiao Wu's face instantly turned scarlet. "M-Mother, you knew?" she stammered shyly. 

A Rou chuckled, rubbing Xiao Wu's head affectionately. "Did you think I haven't been watching over you these past six years?" 

Every few months, A Rou would secretly leave the Star Dou Great Forest to check on Xiao Wu at Nuoding Academy. During these visits, she inevitably crossed paths with Tang San's father, Tang Hao. At first, they even fought, but after learning the truth about Tang San's mother from Tang Hao himself—and after witnessing Tang Hao and Ah Yin's love story—A Rou was deeply moved. Years of careful observation eventually eased her concerns, allowing her to trust both father and son completely. 

Behind her, the Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape reacted with a flash of jealousy upon hearing that Xiao Wu had fallen for a human—Tang San. However, seeing the genuine happiness and shyness in her expression, they suppressed their bitterness and replaced it with silent blessings. 

"To love a beast means to support her choices unconditionally, to protect her from the shadows, and to give everything for her happiness—even if she does not belong to me." 

This was Da Ming and Er Ming's truest, most selfless devotion to Xiao Wu. 

"Mother, I've condensed my spirit ring!" 

Xiao Wu sat cross-legged, her body glowing with a soft pink radiance. The energy around her coalesced into a perfectly formed spirit ring. 

The sight of a transformed spirit beast condensing a ring was nearly identical to the process of crushing a divine-bestowed spirit ring—so similar, in fact, that one could barely tell them apart. 

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In the Outer Regions of Star Dou Great Forest 

Within a dense thicket, a young man of ordinary appearance sat cross-legged, beside him lay the corpse of a Human-Faced Demon Spider, its legs spanning over three meters, its cultivation exceeding two thousand years. 

Encircling him were six people, standing guard. Among them, one was a middle-aged man, while the remaining five were newly matured youths. This small group consisted of Zhao Wuji, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Ma Hongjun. 

The one absorbing the spirit ring was none other than Tang San. 

After a while, the small beads of blood that had seeped from his pores gradually stopped. The deep furrow in his brows relaxed slightly as a faint, bluish glow began to seep from his body. 

Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up with delight. "It worked! The most dangerous phase has passed—now it's just a matter of refining the spirit power. This kid truly is a miracle maker!" 

But just as the group was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Tang San's relaxed expression suddenly twisted in agony. 

"Ah—!" 

A pained scream tore through the air as his body convulsed violently. His chest arched forward, his upper body bending unnaturally, creating a grotesque and terrifying sight. 

The others gasped in alarm. 

At that moment, a sharp ripping sound filled the air—Tang San's shirt suddenly burst open. 

Standing right behind him, Oscar's eyes widened in shock as he clearly saw eight fist-sized bulges swell along both sides of Tang San's spine. 

The next second, the bulges ruptured open. 

Strangely, his back did not tear apart or bleed. Instead, from the ruptures, eight thick, deep-purple appendages emerged, writhing outward at an alarming speed. 

"What… What is that?" 

Everyone's eyes were filled with confusion and disbelief. 

Just then, a cold, detached voice rang out. 

"An external spirit bone… and not just any kind. One with both lethal poison and devouring attributes. Rare indeed. And quite suited for me." 

The surrounding underbrush had been completely silent—without even the rustle of a single leaf—yet suddenly, Qian Renhan appeared before the Shrek Five Devils and Zhao Wuji, his presence like a specter in the night. 

"Who are you?" 

Zhao Wuji's brows furrowed deeply. 

For someone to completely bypass his perception and suddenly appear at such close range… this was no ordinary foe. 

Yet, despite his immense pressure, the figure before him appeared shockingly young. 

Was he truly just a youth? Or was he a hidden powerhouse?

"This External Spirit Bone—It's Mine." 

Qian Renhan cast a cold glance at Zhao Wuji and stated flatly, "I want this external spirit bone. Get lost if you don't want to die." 

Hearing such arrogant words, Zhao Wuji sneered. "What an audacious tone! Even when I was young, I wasn't this arrogant!" 

As he spoke, seven spirit rings surged beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, three black. His second spirit ring lit up. 

"I don't care who you are, but you won't lay a hand on my students! Second Spirit Skill—Vigorous Vajra Palm!" 

Zhao Wuji struck forward, using only sixty percent of his strength. He had no intention of killing Qian Renhan outright—he was still wary of the possibility that a more powerful figure might be lurking nearby. Leaving some room for retreat was always wise. If a stronger opponent arrived, he could at least invoke the names of Clear Sky Douluo or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to ensure his and his students' survival. 

However— 

Blood splattered. 

A severed arm spun through the air, landing with a sickening thud. 

Qian Renhan stood motionless, his hand still crackling with black soul power. His palm, transformed into a blade, had cleanly sliced through Zhao Wuji's arm. 

"AHHH—!" 

"Zhao Laoshi!" x5 

Zhao Wuji let out a scream of agony, while among the Shrek Five Devils, even Oscar and Ma Hongjun felt their stomachs churn. It was their first time witnessing such raw, brutal carnage. The sheer terror of death looming so close made their legs go weak. 

With an indifferent wave of his hand, Qian Renhan sent Zhao Wuji flying like a ragdoll. The middle-aged soul master crashed through countless trees, disappearing into the forest, his life or death uncertain. 

The Shrek group was so horrified that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. 

The Titan Giant Ape had fought Zhao Wuji for a full second or two before overwhelming him—yet this white-haired man had incapacitated Zhao Wuji instantly. 

Didn't that mean… this man was stronger than the Titan Giant Ape?! 

Qian Renhan didn't spare them a glance. He continued toward Tang San at an unhurried pace, dismissing the five young soul masters entirely. 

To him, they were nothing more than insignificant ants—the oldest among them was only 15 years old, hardly worth acknowledging. 

As for whether they were worth recruiting? Only Oscar had barely enough talent to serve as a lowly slave in the Spirit Hall. 

The rest? They were the type to gratefully accept Spirit Hall's financial aid while never truly respecting it. They weren't worth keeping. 

As for Tang San? A 41-year-old man trapped in a teenager's body—he could die, and Qian Renhan wouldn't bat an eye. 

Just as he was about to reach Tang San— 

A figure suddenly stepped in front of him. 

She had flawlessly smooth skin, breathtaking beauty, and flowing chestnut-colored hair. She wore a flowing blue dress, though her petite A-cup figure made her appear delicate. 

There was only one person who would recklessly interfere in a situation like this—Ning Rongrong. 

She was a girl who loved meddling in affairs beyond her understanding and whose intelligence was… questionable at best. 

"Honored Senior, I am Ning Rongrong, the Young Mistress of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." 

Her expression was serious as she activated her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, two yellow spirit rings glowing around it. 

"My classmate risked his life to stop a soul beast so that we could escape. I hope that, for the sake of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you will spare him this once." 

Hearing this, Qian Renhan almost laughed out loud. 

His lips curled into a slight smirk. "Little girl, meddling in others' affairs comes with a price." 

Ning Rongrong's face stiffened, but she continued earnestly. "Senior, please spare my classmate. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will surely repay your kindness." 

"I'll say it one last time—move aside. I don't walk around obstacles." 

Qian Renhan's patience only ever extended to three warnings. 

The only exception he had ever made… was for the underaged Qian Renxue. 

Ning Rongrong, however, had no sense of danger. 

Instead, her lips curled slightly in amusement. "Senior, I know you're powerful, but I am the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master. My two grandfathers—Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo—are legendary within the spirit master world, and they dote on me immensely. If they knew you told me to 'get lost'—" 

"SLAP!" 

"AHH!" 

A loud, crisp slap echoed through the forest. 

Ning Rongrong's delicate figure was sent hurtling through the air. 

She tumbled across the ground for four or five meters, rolling over dirt and leaves before stopping. 

Her wailing was both pitiful and humiliating—a sound that would delight sadists and wrench the hearts of sympathizers. 

A glaringly red handprint was imprinted on her once-flawless face. 

Her once-elegant blue dress was now tattered by the sharp branches and thorns, exposing patches of her fair, delicate skin. 

She lay there, trembling—stunned, humiliated, and in pain. 

(End of Chapter)