Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Xiaoxue, don't move!" Qian Renhan quickly reached out and pressed down on Qian Renxue's feet, forcing them to kick against the sides of the wooden box to maintain balance. He did the same, sitting with his body slightly reclined to keep his center of gravity stable.

The Pope's Mountain, rising hundreds of meters into the clouds, had stairs that stretched nearly a kilometer in length. Sliding down from such a height was even more thrilling than a roller coaster ride. From the moment they began, Qian Renhan couldn't help but burst into laughter. Initially, Qian Renxue screamed, but gradually, she leaned against his shoulder and opened one eye, trying to enjoy the ride. Slowly, she began to laugh too.

While the two were enjoying themselves, the guards at the Pope's Hall and three Titled Douluo inside, who heard Qian Renxue's screams, were so startled they froze in shock. Qian Xunjie, even more alarmed, jumped out of his seat and shouted in a panic, "Quick! Elder Yuxiao, stop them, stop them now! Hurry!"

The two children were the heirs of the Qian family. If anything happened to them while sliding down from such a high place, it could end in catastrophe. How could Qian Xunjie, knowing the risks, ever allow this? Was he supposed to bear the responsibility of bringing another child into the world?

"Understood, Your Majesty!" Elder Yuxiao, his soul rings flashing—two yellow, two purple, five black, and nine total—instantly flew out of the Pope's Hall.

On the Pope's Stairs, the wooden box had only descended about a hundred meters, and the ride was getting more thrilling. Just as things were getting exciting, a middle-aged man in a bright red robe suddenly appeared in front of them. With a single hand, he easily stopped the wooden box.

"Elder Yu xiao, please release your hand," Qian Renhan said, his expression displeased. The person in front of him was a Titled Douluo and one of Qian Xunjie's trusted aides—he had been part of Tang Hao's rise to fame as a stepping stone.

Elder Yu xiao gave a bitter smile. "Young Masters, this is far too dangerous. I'd advise against such risky games."

"Dangerous?" Qian Renhan raised an eyebrow. The elliptical wooden box was made from high-quality Bai Jian wood, which was extremely hard and more than enough to support the weight of two children. The Pope's Stairs were constructed from the finest materials, perfectly smooth with no cracks. As long as balance was maintained, from a physics standpoint, it was impossible for the box to tip over while descending.

"Let go," Qian Renhan said indifferently.

"Young Master, please come down," Elder Yu xiao continued, still smiling awkwardly.

"There's no danger. I order you to let go!" Qian Renhan's tone was tinged with anger. This was the third time he had insisted.

"Your Majesty," Elder Yu xiao had no choice but to turn for help. He exited the Pope's Hall to consult with Qian Xunjie. When it came to their statuses, the two children were on par with the elders, and Elder Yu xiao was just that—an elder.

"Qian Renhan is right. How could there be danger in such an entertaining activity? Little Yu xiao, release them at once."

At that moment, a soft yet slightly aged voice rang out. Both Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue turned around, only to find that someone had appeared on the wooden box. The newcomer was a small figure dressed in snow-white robes, with hair as white as a crane's, a youthful face, and an extremely small build—like a child.

"Grandfather Guangling!"

"Grandfather Guangling!"

Qian Renhan also called out, a look of affection in his eyes. At the pinnacle of power, there was a superficial display of loyalty, but at dusk, only true devotion could be seen in the faithful followers. The six great offerings in the Offering Hall were absolutely trustworthy; they all worshipped the Angel God. For the sake of protecting the Angel lineage, they would not hesitate to self-destruct if needed, and their loyalty far surpassed that of the elders in the Elder Hall.

"Uncle Fifth, what brings you here?" Qian Xunjie's stern face softened, and he let out a bitter smile.

Titled Douluo Guangling turned around and waved his hand, saying, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Little Hanhan and Little Xuexue are in good hands. I will take good care of them, so there's no need for concern."

With Guangling Douluo putting it this way, Qian Xunjie could only smile helplessly and signal for Elder Yu xiao to return.

The moment Elder Yu xiao released his grip, Qian Renhan quickly said, "Grandfather Guangling, keep balance like Little Xue."

"Rest assured, my sense of balance has always been excellent."

Immediately, Guangling Douluo's long silver hair fluttered in the wind as he let out a carefree, hearty laugh. From afar, the offerings of the Offering Hall covered their faces and shook their heads in disbelief.

After descending the Pope's Mountain, the wooden box didn't stop, using the acceleration from gravity to continue sliding forward. It traveled over a thousand meters, almost half the length of Soul Master City, before finally coming to a stop. Everywhere it passed, people turned to look, and it attracted universal attention.

Qian Renxue raised her hand and exclaimed, "Oh, Brother, Grandfather Guangling, that was so much fun! Can we do it again?"

"Sure."

Guangling Douluo immediately lifted both children and the wooden box into the air, heading back toward the summit of Pope's Mountain. Everyone was stunned—no one expected a child to be a Titled Douluo!

Back at the Pope's Hall, Qian Renhan said, "Little Xue, you can stay and play with Grandfather Guangling. I'm going to practice my swordsmanship."

Qian Renxue complained, "Ah, Brother, can't we go again? That was so exciting and refreshing!"

"Yes, Little Han," Guangling Douluo added. "When you're young, it's important to play. After awakening your martial soul, even if you want to play, you won't have the time."

"That's enough, Grandfather Guangling. Once a day is enough," Qian Renhan smiled and declined. He wasn't a child, nor was he an old fool; he wasn't keen on playing.

"Good, don't overdo it. When the time comes, you should take a nap," Qian Renhan said, gently ruffling Qian Renxue's hair.

Qian Renxue nodded. "I understand, Brother."

"This child," Guangling Douluo muttered, watching Qian Renhan's departing back. He truly couldn't understand what Qian Renhan was thinking.

(End of Chapter)