Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Time quickly passed, and Qian Renhan walked out of the Douluo Hall with a gloomy expression. Qian Renxue was still chasing after him, shouting, "Brother, don't walk so fast! Wait for me!" 

After they had gone a fair distance, Qian Renhan suddenly stopped. Qian Renxue, who had been running to keep up, couldn't stop in time and collided with him. 

"Ah!" 

Qian Renxue held her head and looked up at her brother, who had stopped, his cold back causing tears to well up in her eyes. She quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Brother, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you! Please don't be angry! Please don't ignore me again, okay?" 

Just as Qian Renxue thought her brother would push her away again, a warm hand gently patted her on the head. 

"Brother?" 

Qian Renxue looked up at him, and she saw that his eyes no longer held the same icy indifference they once had. Hesitantly, she called out his name. 

Qian Renhan spoke quietly, "Xiaoxue, you said before that you'd listen to whatever your brother says, right?" 

At his words, Qian Renxue immediately nodded. "Whatever Brother says, I'll listen. Just don't ignore me, okay?" 

Qian Renhan spoke seriously, "Alright then. Go, stay by Dad's side. Every day at this time, he's handling affairs. You should observe how he deals with them and learn how to survive in this world." 

Qian Renxue nodded eagerly, then asked, "But what about you, Brother? Are you coming too?" 

Qian Renhan smiled and shook his head. "I won't be going. I still have things to do." 

"Does this mean you don't want to talk to me again?" Qian Renxue's eyes reddened as she spoke. 

Qian Renhan hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek. "Be good, listen to me." 

The kiss caused Qian Renxue to brighten immediately. Her brother had kissed her! That must mean he really liked her as a sister. 

"Brother, I'll go find Dad then. I'll see you later at lunch!" With that, Qian Renxue happily skipped toward the Papal Hall. 

As he watched his sister's retreating figure, Qian Renhan's expression darkened once again. Sighing, he muttered to himself, "Xiaoxue, since the Qian family has been like this for generations, the fault doesn't lie with our family alone. If you want to be foolish, go ahead—at least I'm not dead." 

The Qian family's way of doing things was guided by the knightly spirit. Their external policies were cautious and deliberate, never taking reckless gambles. There was no need to elaborate on Qian Daoliu; Qian Xunji had crippled Tang Hao without breaking through to the Titled Douluo rank, and he had no intention of fully offending the Haotian Sect—he only planned to take A Yin with him, not kill Tang Hao or Tang San. Qian Renxue was even more so; she would rather poison Snow Night slowly than simply flip the table. 

"Although this external policy has its drawbacks, it's still enough for your development at your current age. Even if it can't be turned around, you can still be a high-ranking warrior in the Spirit Hall in the future, handling matters at home." 

If things couldn't be changed, then so be it. If she wanted to be foolish, what could be done? After all, Qian Renhan had been born into this family. Living in this family and growing up with it, he had responsibilities to repay. And his repayment would be through Spirit Hall. In the future, for Spirit Hall to become the way he envisioned it, he needed to have enough power. 

"The Qian family, the Angel Clan—it's up to me to restore them to their former glory." 

Qian Renhan's eyes suddenly became sharp as he opened them again. He then turned and walked back into the Douluo Hall. 

"Xiaohan, why are you back again?" Qian Daoliu asked, a hint of affection on his face, though it wasn't as strong as the affection he showed Qian Renxue.

Qian Renhan got straight to the point. "I want to learn the sword."

Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why don't you go find Xunji to teach you the sword? Or if you'd prefer, I can find you a swordmaster."

Qian Renhan replied indifferently, "I don't need a weak teacher. If I'm going to learn, I want to learn from the best. Dad's sword techniques, the sword soul masters at Spirit Hall don't understand the sword as well as you do, and I don't need another person trying to control me."

The greatest sword expert on the continent was, of course, Sword Douluo Chenxin. Although his cultivation was far inferior to Qian Daoliu's, how could Qian Renhan go to Sword Douluo to learn? After all, Chenxin's father had been severely wounded in a battle against Qian Daoliu and died without recovery.

Seeing Qian Renhan's serious expression, the affection on Qian Daoliu's face faded, and his expression turned solemn. He waved his hand, and the two of them disappeared from the Douluo Hall.

The scenery around Qian Renhan changed rapidly. When he fully took in his surroundings, he found himself standing atop a mountain peak, high in the clouds, where the cold winds howled. Qian Daoliu stood before him, hands clasped behind his back, squinting as he looked at the horizon.

"This is the Sword Peak, where our Angel Clan has honed their swordsmanship for generations. The lingering sword intent here will help you with your sword training."

"Before we begin, I have a question for you, Xiaohan. Why do you want to learn the sword?"

Qian Renhan's response was cold and direct: "I want strength!"

Qian Daoliu paused, slightly taken aback by his answer. After a moment, he asked, "Why the urgency? You still have five years before your martial soul awakens."

"On Douluo Continent, strength is power. In the future, I want Spirit Hall and the entire continent to become exactly what I want. I don't want any force to hold Spirit Hall down. I want no one to stand above the Qian family!"

As Qian Renhan spoke with icy arrogance, Qian Daoliu's pupils constricted, and he fell silent. He remembered his old rival, Tang Chen, and the final battle where he had defeated Tang Chen.

"Alright," Qian Daoliu said after a long pause. "I will teach you the sword, but the training ahead will be extremely difficult. Are you prepared for that?"

Qian Renhan met his gaze without fear, a smirk playing on his lips. "Bring it on. With the resources of Spirit Hall, I don't think there's anything that could cause irreversible harm to me."

(End of Chapter)