Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Another year had passed. Within the depths of the Spirit Hall, an overwhelming aura of authority erupted underground. A surge of dark soul power spread, enveloping the entire secret chamber. 

Inside, Qian Renhan stood, surrounded by nine soul rings—three purple, three black, and three red. His seventh soul ring remained unlit. With his eyes closed, his body moved backward automatically, merging completely with his martial spirit. 

In an instant, the Fallen Angel Martial Spirit seemed to gain a soul of its own. Its rigid form became fluid, moving not like an inanimate entity but with the freedom of a living person. 

A terrifying killing intent exploded from the Fallen Angel Martial Spirit. Soul power condensed into a pitch-black longsword, its blade encircled by a chillingly precise aura of murderous intent. With a single swing, an overwhelmingly destructive sword energy was unleashed—one capable of effortlessly slaying a Titled Douluo. The sword aura cleaved through a hundred meters of land, shattered the surface, and sliced through several walls of the Supreme Pontiff's Palace before slashing down the mountainside, leaving behind a deep chasm. 

Within the fissure, remnants of sword energy and dark soul power swirled violently. The killing intent embedded in the sword aura was palpable, and the black soul power that leaked from the crevice spread outward, engulfing nearby trees. In an instant, all life within them was devoured. 

"Di Tian, my control over darkness far surpasses yours." Qian Renhan retracted his martial spirit, his entire aura becoming restrained and concealed. His presence grew even more enigmatic—dangerously alluring, yet undeniably threatening. 

Having absorbed countless medicinal herbs, he had used their soul power to break through to Rank 97. However, the true breakthrough lay in his understanding of the Fallen Angel Martial Spirit. He had achieved complete synchronization with it, reaching a level of absolute fusion. Just as he had demonstrated earlier, he could merge with his martial spirit without even activating his Martial Spirit True Body. 

To put it bluntly, Qian Renhan did not need to follow the arduous path Poseidon had described—the grueling four hundred years of sleepless cultivation to advance from Rank 97 to 98, then another six hundred years to reach Rank 99, nurturing the martial spirit with soul power for evolution. He could simply absorb a few ordinary ten-thousand-year soul rings, and his cultivation would naturally progress. He had already fully grasped the essence of martial spirit comprehension. 

"Two years have passed. It's about time I discarded that puppet, Miles. I wonder how far that foolish girl has progressed in her Angelic Trials." 

"Xiao Han, come to the Elder Hall." 

Just as Qian Renhan stepped out of the cultivation chamber, Qian Daoliu's voice rang in his ears. 

The Elder Hall was the largest structure within the Supreme Pontiff's Palace. The grand domed building had an imposing presence; upon entering, one was met with a vast hall. The soaring ceiling reached nearly thirty meters in height, and the hall was encircled by three levels, each with ten rooms. 

At this moment, the Elder Hall was eerily silent. Not even a single attendant was present. 

In the innermost section of the hall, before a colossal ten-meter-tall golden statue of a six-winged angel, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, awaiting Qian Renhan. Beside him stood a young woman, no older than seventeen or eighteen. She had an elegant and slender figure, an ethereally beautiful face, and fair, flawless skin. Her cascading blue hair flowed like a waterfall down her back, and her eyes, the same shade as her hair, were devoid of emotion. She exuded an aura of solitude and desolation, as if isolation was the only thing she had ever known. 

As soon as Qian Renhan stepped into the Elder Hall, the lighting dimmed, and the temperature seemed to drop slightly. 

"Old man, what do you need from me?" Qian Renhan cast a brief glance at the blue-haired girl before addressing Qian Daoliu. 

Maintaining his composed demeanor, Qian Daoliu replied, "This is Ye Lingling of the Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan. She is the fiancée I arranged for you while you were in the Slaughter City." 

As the eldest young master of the Angel Clan and the future Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, finding a fiancée was not a difficult task. Especially when the proposal was personally delivered by a Rank 99 Titled Douluo like Qian Daoliu. In the world of soul masters, was there any faction that would dare refuse? Even if he had sent a marriage proposal to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan for Ning Rongrong or to the Clear Sky Clan for Tang Yuehua, as long as he exerted enough pressure, Ning Fengzhi and Tang Xiao would likely have no choice but to comply. The Nine-Hearted Begonia Clan, being far inferior to both, had even less room to refuse. 

Upon hearing this, Qian Renhan raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk playing at his lips. "Old man, have you already forgotten what I said when I was nine?" 

At those words, Qian Daoliu's expression stiffened slightly. He had initially arranged this engagement in the hopes that Ye Lingling's presence would help Qian Renhan recover from his time in the Slaughter City. After careful consideration, he had chosen Ye Lingling not only because her personality was eerily similar to Qian Renhan's—both being reserved and withdrawn—but also because the Nine-Hearted Begonia Martial Spirit was the most powerful healing martial spirit in existence. It would compensate for the Fallen Angel's complete lack of restorative abilities. 

However, no one had expected Qian Renhan to remain in the Slaughter City for five whole years, causing everyone to assume he had perished. As a result, the marriage arrangement had been postponed. Later, when Qian Renhan resurfaced completely unscathed, the engagement was further delayed. Eventually, the Ye Clan's patriarch directly reached out to confirm the Qian Clan's stance on the matter. As the Grand Worshipper of the Angel God, Qian Daoliu could not go back on his word. Thus, he had no choice but to summon Ye Lingling to the Spirit Hall. 

"Whether or not you accept this marriage is up to you," Qian Daoliu stated, finding a casual excuse to leave. "I cannot stay away from the Douluo Hall for too long." 

With that, his figure flickered and disappeared, leaving only Qian Renhan and Ye Lingling in the grand hall. 

Ye Lingling clutched the hem of her dress tightly, sneaking a glance at Qian Renhan, who was watching her with an equally indifferent expression. She quickly lowered her gaze. 

From birth until now, she had always concealed her face with a veil whenever she ventured outside. Today was the first time she had ever removed it—for the sole purpose of meeting her fiancé. 

In the original timeline, Ye Lingling had only one true friend, Dugu Yan, who had been slain early on by the Porcupinefish Douluo. With no one left, she had grown up in complete solitude, her life at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy shrouded in darkness. 

"Raise your head," Qian Renhan commanded. 

Qian Renhan's voice suddenly rang out in front of Ye Lingling, his cold tone carrying an undeniable command. She slowly lifted her head, only to find that he had appeared before her without her even noticing. Her breath hitched. 

At just over 1.7 meters tall, Ye Lingling was more than twenty centimeters shorter than Qian Renhan. The stark height difference, combined with his imposing and indifferent expression, made her feel an overwhelming sense of pressure engulfing her entire being. 

"Look into my eyes." 

Qian Renhan's gaze sharpened as he locked eyes with Ye Lingling's stunning blue irises. Within his blood-red pupils, black soul power swirled, and his spiritual energy pierced into the depths of her mind. 

In that instant, an unimaginable loneliness and isolation flooded into Qian Renhan's consciousness. He saw a girl sitting alone in a corner, too afraid to talk to anyone, too hesitant to play with others—a girl burdened by self-doubt, withdrawn and solitary. But beneath it all, he also glimpsed a soul of utter purity, a mind so simple and innocent that it evoked an ache in his heart. 

For Ye Lingling, her decision regarding Qian Renhan was straightforward. Since the marriage had been arranged, she would fulfill her duty as a wife, regardless of whether love was involved. If Qian Renhan chose to annul the engagement, she would accept a life of solitude, bearing the stigma of an abandoned woman, enduring the whispers of the outside world. If necessary, she would eventually find someone—anyone—to pass on the bloodline of the Nine-Hearted Begonia. 

"I never expected such an untainted soul to exist in the world of Douluo Dalu… A flower in full bloom, untouched by filth—a Nine-Hearted Begonia as pure as ever." 

Qian Renhan turned away, murmuring to himself. Even someone as cold-blooded as he couldn't remain entirely unmoved by Ye Lingling's fate. In the original timeline, her only source of light had been Dugu Yan, yet it was by his command that she had been extinguished. 

"Your Holiness." 

Ye Lingling's voice was soft yet mesmerizing. But after speaking those two words, she fell silent once more, lowering her head as if waiting for Qian Renhan to make his decision. 

"Since we are bound by marriage, then so be it," Qian Renhan said indifferently, turning back toward her. "Ye Lingling, from this moment forward, you are my fiancée. And from now on, you may simply call me by my name." 

A flicker of shock passed through Ye Lingling's beautiful eyes, but Qian Renhan remained unmoved. 

"I may never develop any feelings for you," he mused inwardly, "but as your fiancé, I will bear every responsibility that comes with it." 

Qian Renhan had never sought to reign supreme over the world. The Spirit Hall itself held no place in his heart. His only pursuit was greater power, higher realms of strength. Becoming the Supreme Pontiff and expanding the Spirit Hall were merely acts of repayment to the institution that had raised him. To him, emotions, relationships, and even descendants were nothing more than burdens. 

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