Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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It was noon when Qian Renhan, drenched in sweat, arrived at the dining table. By then, Qian Xunjie and Qian Renxue had already sat down. Qian Renxue had three soft cushions under her bottom. Although Qian Xunjie was busy with work and had little time to spend with Qian Renxue, he still made time to eat with the family, or else his presence wouldn't be so important in Qian Renxue's eyes.

The table was filled with various delicious dishes, a mix of mountain and sea delicacies. The meat on the table was at least from a hundred-year-old soul beast, though it was a rare, tender breed of meat.

"Brother!"

As soon as Qian Renxue saw Qian Renhan, she immediately ran over, grabbed him, and pulled him to sit beside her. Then she asked, "Brother, why are you so sweaty?"

"Xiaoxue, Xiaohan went to practice his swordsmanship," Qian Xunjie replied, rubbing Qian Renxue's head. He had already received the news from Qian Daoliu and glanced at Qian Renhan in surprise. He had always found this child hard to understand—someone who never got close to anyone. But today, he had unexpectedly allowed Qian Renxue to come to him to learn how to handle affairs, and then went off on his own to practice swordplay. When he was at this age, he was still learning how to read. If it weren't for his golden hair, he might have wondered if this child was some ancient spirit or reincarnation.

Qian Renxue blinked her large eyes and said, "Swordplay? Brother went to practice swordplay? Can you take me with you, please?"

Qian Renhan shook his head. "No, swordsmanship requires a certain age to practice. You're still too young."

Qian Renxue pouted and retorted, "I'm not too young! You're just the same age as me! If I'm immature, then so are you!"

"Your brother is not like you. At the very least, I don't spend all day playing, nor do I bother people like you do," Qian Renhan said, tapping Qian Renxue's forehead.

Qian Renxue hesitated and then said, "Well, I won't bother you anymore. But can you still take me to practice swordsmanship?"

At that moment, Qian Xunjie stepped in to defuse the situation. "Alright, alright, Xiaoxue, you're not quite ready to practice swordplay yet. When you're a little older, I'll teach you, okay?"

Qian Renxue nodded, satisfied. "Then you'd better keep your promise, Daddy."

Qian Xunjie smiled and patted her head, knowing that his daughter always took him at his word.

Suddenly, while eating, Qian Renxue asked, "I wonder when Mom will come back?"

Her heart was filled with anticipation. Both Grandpa and Father loved her dearly, and Brother was no longer as cold as before. Now, only her mother remained absent.

Qian Xunjie's heart tightened when he heard this. He had told Qian Renxue that Bibi Dong had gone to a faraway place, the City of Slaughter. Who could predict what would become of someone so filled with hatred and killing intent after passing through that hellish place? Despite his concerns, he still believed that Bibi Dong's love for the children could overpower everything. He replied, "Mom went to a secret realm to train and gain more strength. When she returns, I'll tell you, Xiaoxue."

Qian Renxue asked again, "Did Mom go there to get stronger to protect me?"

Qian Xunjie's smile froze for a moment, but he forced a response. "Yes."

Qian Renhan, who had been silently eating, didn't comment on his father's well-intentioned lie. He just focused on his meal, choosing not to offer his opinion on the actions of Qian Xunjie or Bibi Dong. If he remembered correctly, Bibi Dong had spent two years in the City of Slaughter, and another year dealing with her murderous aura. In another two years, they would meet again.

Since he was born to Bibi Dong, Qian Renhan could only pretend not to see her actions. As for her neglect of him and her hatred placed upon him, he didn't care. As long as she didn't harm him, he was content to live and let live—she could do her thing, and he could do his. However, if she tried to stir trouble with the Spirit Hall and the Qian family, then he would have no choice but to draw his sword.

"Brother, brother, did you hear that? Mom went to train to protect us," Qian Renxue said, bringing Qian Renhan back from his thoughts.

Looking at Qian Renxue's innocent smile, Qian Renhan furrowed his brows. He could disregard the situation, but it seemed Qian Renxue couldn't. No matter how much Qian Renxue acted tough in the original story, no matter how cruel Bibi Dong was to her, in the end, she still longed for Bibi Dong's love. As her older brother, Qian Renhan decided that he would try to keep the smile on Qian Renxue's face for a little longer.

After lunch, Qian Xunjie immediately returned to handling affairs. Qian Renhan didn't make Qian Renxue follow him, as she had learned enough for the day. At just one year old, her ability to comprehend was limited.

Ten minutes later, Qian Renhan took Qian Renxue to a small square in front of the Pope's Hall, the very location where the semifinals and finals of the All-Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament took place in the original story.

At the very top of the stairs, a half-elliptical wooden box lay on the ground.

Qian Renhan said, "Xiaoxue, let's do something fun after lunch. Afterward, you need to take a nap, alright?"

Hearing that they were going to play, Qian Renxue eagerly asked, "Brother, aren't you taking a nap too?"

"Don't get greedy. If you do, I'll treat you the same way I used to," Qian Renhan said with a slight frown.

"Okay, brother," Qian Renxue mumbled, a little downcast, though she was still extremely happy inside.

"What are we playing, brother?" she asked eagerly.

Qian Renhan kicked the wooden box, smiling. "You'll know once you sit on it."

When Qian Renxue sat down, Qian Renhan followed and sat in front of her. Looking up at the several hundred-meter-high Pope's Stairs, which had thousands of steps, a mischievous grin appeared on his face. "Xiaoxue, hold on tight and get ready."

Qian Renxue's eyes widened in realization, and she screamed, "No, I don't want to play this, brother!"

"Here we go!" Qian Renhan said with a grin, stepping forward. The wooden box started moving and slid down the Pope's Mountain like a slide. The sound of wood scraping against the stairs grew louder, accompanied by Qian Renxue's continuous screams.

(End of Chapter)