Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Brother!" 

"Little Han!"

Qian Xunji pressed his hand against Qian Renhan's back, channeling Angel Soul Power to heal him. The six-winged Angel Soul—strength, speed, defense, healing, control, and support—possessed the power and versatility of an ultimate weapon.

Qian Renxue's eyes turned red as she shouted angrily, "Dad, kill her! Kill this bad woman! She hurt my brother! She can't be my mom!"

Bibi Dong looked at the severely wounded Qian Renhan, who was glaring at her. For a moment, she was stunned, but then a cold, vengeful smile appeared at the corner of her lips. "Teacher, your unfilial disciple, Bibi Dong, is back."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue's face froze in shock. Bibi Dong? Her mother was named Bibi Dong? The woman who had hurt her brother was actually her mother.

"Dong'er, why?" Qian Xunji asked, a mix of shock, anger, and helplessness in his voice. He wanted to scold Bibi Dong loudly, but as the Pope, he didn't want to ruin the majestic image he had worked so hard to build in his children's eyes.

Qian Renhan: You never built any image in my eyes.

Bibi Dong sneered. "Teacher, I'm sorry. The influence of my Killing God domain hasn't fully settled yet. It won't happen again."

"Hey."

A low, fiery voice interrupted her. Bibi Dong looked toward the source of the voice—Qian Renhan, whose eyes were bloodshot, cold, and indifferent, as if he was unmoved by everything. A slight tremor ran through her heart.

This child was different from Qian Xunji and Qian Renxue. In Qian Xunji's eyes, there was anger, guilt, and disappointment; in Qian Renxue's, there was pain, confusion, and sorrow. But in his eyes, there was only cold indifference. He had no trace of the emotion a child should feel when their mother hurt them.

"I'll remember this slap."

Qian Renhan stood up and walked toward the sword, brushing off Qian Xunji's healing efforts. His body, hardened by medicinal baths and nourished by rare delicacies since childhood, wasn't so fragile.

Qian Renxue glanced between Bibi Dong, who was facing off against Qian Xunji, and Qian Renhan, who was resolutely leaving. She gritted her teeth and ran after him. "Brother!"

"What is it, Little Snow?" Qian Renhan turned and looked at her, forcing out a smile that was slightly more genuine.

Qian Renxue quietly asked, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Qian Renhan replied calmly, "It's fine, it's nothing."

After a long pause, Qian Renxue finally said, "Brother, Mom didn't mean it. Can you forgive her?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renhan didn't get angry, but his gaze toward Qian Renxue became noticeably colder. "I'll do as I should, Little Snow. If you want to forgive her, that's up to you. Alright, I need to go train. You should go do your own thing."

Qian Renhan pushed Qian Renxue's hand away and walked off. As an older brother, he would do what an older brother should do—spend some time playing with Qian Renxue, giving her happy memories of her childhood. But when it came to how she should deal with Bibi Dong, he didn't care. If Little Snow wanted to suffer, that was her choice. As long as Bibi Dong didn't harm Qian Renxue in the future, he wouldn't interfere.

He arrived at the Sword's Edge, where Qian Daoliu, who rarely appeared after bringing Qian Renhan into the sword arts, was waiting.

Qian Daoliu immediately noticed the injuries within Qian Renhan's body. With a wave of his hand, using his powerful 99th-level cultivation, he healed the injuries in the blink of an eye.

Qian Renhan asked, "Grandfather, what brings you here?"

"You're seeing her now." A complex expression appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

"Grandfather, didn't you already know?" Qian Renhan remained expressionless, showing no sign of the usual emotional reaction, such as running to his grandparents crying after being scolded by his parents.

Sighing, Qian Daoliu crouched down and placed his hand on Qian Renhan's shoulder. "Little Han, the situation with Bibi Dong hurting you and your sister is extremely complicated. I hope you don't hold a grudge against her. You've always been more mature than most children, even from a young age. When the time comes, I'll tell you everything. I want you to make your own decisions then."

Qian Renhan slightly nodded. "I understand, Grandfather."

After Qian Daoliu left, Qian Renhan murmured quietly to himself, only loud enough for him to hear, "Grandfather, the way I'm handling this now is the same as when I learned of the things Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong did. After everything Bibi Dong has been through, even if she's a complete traitor, I can't hate her. It's impossible not to have some form of resentment. As long as she doesn't harm the Spirit Hall again, I won't hold any grudges for her actions, even if she strikes or insults me. But if she stirs trouble again, when I have enough strength, I won't listen to anyone's pleas, and I won't care about the scorn directed at me."

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Time flew by. Three and a half years passed, and Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue were now six years old.

Inside the Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu was surrounded by the Six Elders and Qian Xunji.

Qian Daoliu stood beneath the Angel statue, and the six Elders formed a circle around him. In the center of the circle were Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue, standing in a magic array, about to awaken their martial souls. As for Qian Xunji, with his cultivation only at level 94, not even a Super Douluo, he had no right to be there. The only reason he was allowed was because of his status as a member of the Qian family.

"Little Han, Little Snow, relax, relax, don't be nervous," Qian Daoliu said kindly. He favored Qian Renhan more than Qian Renxue, as his grandson had shown exceptional effort and talent from a young age. After just five years of training, he had already reached the pinnacle of the Sword Technique, achieving the unity of man and sword. It was unimaginable—no matter how great a sword master's family might be, even those with the Seven Killing Sword could not compare to this, let alone the Qian family, whose swordsmanship was considered inferior.

"Brother, do you think Mom will accept me if I awaken my martial soul?" Qian Renxue's sweet, tired voice spoke up. For the past three and a half years, she had not given up trying to find Bibi Dong. Yet every time she visited, no matter what gifts she brought, she was thrown out along with the presents. She had spent one year to gain a good brother, but after three and a half years and even greater effort, she hadn't gained a mother. Her patience was nearly exhausted.

Qian Renhan took a deep breath. He originally wanted to say "As long as you're happy," but after thinking about it, he changed his words. "I don't know."

(End of Chapter)