Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Qian Daoliu smiled casually, and vast soul power surged within his body. Three pairs of wings spread out behind him, and his golden hair turned into dazzling strands of brilliant gold. A massive six-winged angelic figure appeared behind him.

In that instant, as his martial soul manifested, Qian Daoliu seemed to transform into a true god of this world. The overwhelming holy light emanated from him, calming the hearts of those around him and evoking a sense of reverence. Even the plants in the vicinity flourished under the divine radiance, displaying a burst of spring.

With a wave of his hand, the holy soul power gathered and solidified into a delicate, two-foot-long holy sword, which he tossed into Qian Renhan's hands.

On Douluo Continent, it was normal for people to mature early, with commoners having children by the age of twelve. Soul masters, with their soul power acting like a growth hormone, matured even faster. Although Qian Renhan had not awakened his martial soul, he had been nourished with precious herbs, rare spirit beast meat, and other vital resources. These meals not only strengthened his foundation but also contained soul power, accelerating his development. Despite being only just over a year old, his height was already comparable to that of a two- or three-year-old child.

Qian Daoliu then gestured toward a nearby large tree, and with a deep breath, a one-meter-long branch flew toward him. As it passed, leaves fluttered down, falling one by one.

By the time the branch reached Qian Daoliu's hand, it had already shed all its leaves, leaving only the bare, twig-like stem. The last leaf fell at his feet, completing the act with a sense of showiness.

With one hand behind his back, Qian Daoliu said coolly, "Xiaohan, attack me with everything you've got. I will match your speed and not use any soul power."

"Then here I come, Grandpa!"

As soon as Qian Renhan spoke the words, he lunged forward, thrusting the sword directly at Qian Daoliu's chest without holding back. The disparity in their strength was like that between an elephant and an ant—could the ant pierce the skin of an elephant? Similarly, even if Qian Daoliu let the sword strike him, it would never break through his defense.

"Little trickster."

Qian Daoliu chuckled at Qian Renhan's cleverness, and his right hand swiftly shot out, matching Qian Renhan's speed almost exactly. However, as an adult's arm met a child's, and a one-meter-long branch faced off against a two-foot-long sword, the result was inevitable. Qian Renhan's sword, being too short, failed to reach its target, while the branch struck him squarely in the chest, causing him to stagger backward a few steps with a muffled grunt.

It seemed likely that the spot where he was struck would bruise.

"Again."

Qian Renhan gritted his teeth and charged again, swinging his sword in a sweeping motion from the right side.

"Too much wind-up, and your movements are too predictable. Your opponent will know exactly what you're going to do," Qian Daoliu commented nonchalantly. The branch shot out once more, this time between Qian Renhan's right arm and head, blocking the inevitable path of the holy sword.

Just as Qian Renhan thought the branch would be sliced in two by the holy sword, he smirked, but to his shock, the sword clashed with the branch. What had appeared to be a fragile twig now felt as strong as an impenetrable wall. The branch blocked the sword, and its momentum sent it whipping across Qian Renhan's temple.

Qian Renhan cried out in pain. "Agh!"

Qian Daoliu smiled lightly. "How does it feel, Xiaohan? Striking yourself with your own sword? Not so pleasant, is it?"

Qian Renhan rubbed his bruised head, fuming. "Grandpa, this isn't fair! You said you wouldn't use soul power, but how could a mere branch block a holy sword that can cut through stone?"

Qian Daoliu replied calmly, "I did say I wouldn't use soul power. But I did use something else."

Qian Renhan, curious, asked, "What was it?"

Qian Daoliu continued, "Xiaohan, in the world of soul masters, apart from the most basic sword techniques, there are three realms of swordsmanship. The first is the unity of man and sword. The sword becomes one with the person, and the person becomes one with the sword. Even a mere blade of grass in one's hand can become a lethal weapon. With just this twig, it's not enough to block the sword that I've manifested."

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu's body gave a slight tremor. The air to Qian Renhan's left seemed to vibrate faintly. He instinctively turned and saw, not far away, a large tree that could be circled by several people, now lying on the ground. Its cut was perfectly smooth.

Seeing this, Qian Renhan subconsciously swallowed.

Qian Daoliu continued, "The second level of swordsmanship is called Sword Qi. When a person reaches a certain level of understanding of the sword, even without holding a sword, the sword exists in their heart. Even if they are unarmed, they can kill an enemy from a hundred steps away using nothing but sword qi."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qian Daoliu's body trembled again. The air around him seemed to hum with energy as he swung his hand, and the air around his left side shook slightly. Qian Renhan quickly turned, spotting a large tree just in time to see it fall. The cut was as smooth as if it had been sliced by a sword.

Seeing this, Qian Renhan instinctively swallowed again.

Qian Daoliu went on, "The third level of swordsmanship is called Sword Intent. The sword refers to the branch in my hand, and 'intent' refers to the conscious control of your own will. As long as the intention is strong enough, even an ordinary branch can be wielded as a divine weapon."

Qian Daoliu raised the branch in his hand, still not using any soul power, and swung it down. The branch left a shallow, but clearly visible, mark on the nearby rock wall.

In terms of power, it was far weaker than the sword qi that had felled the tree earlier. However, Qian Daoliu would not admit that his understanding of sword intent was still shallow, and that he hadn't fully harnessed its true power. The truth was, he had reached this level by fighting against Sword God Chen Xin, learning through their battle, especially when he defended against the Seven Killing Sword's attacks.

Qian Daoliu stretched out his hand, and a golden book appeared. It was titled "Angel Sword Technique."

"Meals should be eaten one bite at a time, and learning must also be approached step by step," Qian Daoliu said. "First, you must master all the sword techniques in the Angel Sword Technique and be able to use them skillfully. Only then will the sword no longer feel separate from you. At that point, the sword and you will become one, and you will be able to execute various techniques without thinking."

He ruffled Qian Renhan's hair and added, "Dedicate yourself to learning wholeheartedly. Don't be like your father, who spends most of his time on official matters. Apart from work, all he does is cultivate. He can't even master the first level of swordsmanship properly."

"I understand, Grandpa," Qian Renhan replied earnestly.

After handing over the Angel Sword Technique, Qian Daoliu returned to the Douluo Hall, leaving Qian Renhan alone atop the mountain peak. With one hand holding the book and the other wielding the branch, Qian Renhan began his training.

(End of Chapter)