Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a year and a half had gone by. Standing on the edge of a sword's blade, wearing a platinum-colored robe and with long golden hair, Qian Renhan swung a long sword made of special materials. The sword was not sharpened.

Qian Renhan, eyes closed, slashed through the air, effortlessly executing various sword techniques. There was no hesitation, no confusion. His movements flowed seamlessly.

Nearby, Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction in his eyes. With a swift step, he kicked a small pebble toward Qian Renhan's face.

Sensing something, Qian Renhan suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing the small stone flying toward him, he quickly struck it with his fist, smashing it mid-air.

"Good, good, good! Little Han, being able to sense the incoming stone... you've barely crossed the threshold of the first stage of the sword's realm— the unity of man and sword. The basics I needed to teach you are almost done. The rest is up to you to figure out on your own," Qian Daoliu said with a sense of satisfaction. If Qian Renhan continued to simply follow him, mimicking his sword techniques, he would only become another version of him. For Qian Renhan to inherit the position of the Divine Ancestor, he had to forge his own path.

"I understand, Grandpa," Qian Renhan nodded, watching the dust on his fist as he defended in a panic. A sense of dissatisfaction rose in his heart. His flexibility with the sword was still lacking. After all, if it had been a real battle, he would have used his fist to block instead of the sword. One hand might have been crippled in the process.

Just then, a figure dressed in snow-white robes landed beside Qian Daoliu, grinning broadly.

"Guangling, why aren't you training and instead are here causing trouble again?" Qian Daoliu said seriously. He was fine with Guangling playing with his granddaughter, as she hadn't yet awakened her martial soul and hadn't officially started training. But Qian Renhan had already grown into a true soul master, and Qian Daoliu had high expectations for him. He couldn't waste precious sword training time on Guangling's mischief.

Guangling laughed, "Big Brother, Little Han, I have some good news to share with you."

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow. "What news?"

"Little Dong'er has already stabilized the influence of the Slaughter City. She'll be returning soon."

Qian Renhan furrowed his brows. That was fast. Six months ago, Bibi Dong had left the Slaughter City to calm the killing aura, and he had expected it to take at least a year. Yet, it had been completed in half the time.

"Let's wait until she returns," Qian Daoliu said, calming himself. Then he reminded Qian Renhan, "Little Han, practice your swordsmanship well. Strive to completely enter the state of man and sword unity. Don't get distracted by Guangling's nonsense."

Qian Daoliu cast a warning glance at Guangling before leaving.

"Grandfather Guangling, will you train with me?" Qian Renhan called out to Guangling, who was about to leave.

"Hm? Little Han, how can I train with you? Our weapons are completely different," Guangling chuckled. He used a bow, while Qian Renhan wielded a sword. It was hard to guide him in controlling his soul power without a martial soul awakening.

Qian Renhan performed a graceful sword flourish and replied, "Grandfather Guangling, aren't you the most powerful archer soul master on the continent? You can shoot ice arrows anywhere and even make them curve. Come, try aiming at me. I'll use my sword against your arrows. It's a real combat simulation."

"Alright," Guangling agreed readily. Life should be about enjoying the moment. With his talents, reaching his current level was already the limit, so rather than sitting in a meditation room doing pointless training, he might as well have some fun.

At a distance of ten meters, Guangling's soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—appeared. He drew a long bow, its icy blue shaft towering above him, with blue-violet ice wings at the ends, making it a dazzling sight.

"Little Han, be careful," Guangling said as he pulled back the bowstring. A cold aura emanated from him, solidifying into a tiny ice arrow no bigger than a finger. Under his precise control of soul power, the ice arrow was so fine it couldn't even pierce tree bark.

The bowstring vibrated slightly as the ice arrow, controlled by Guangling Douluo's soul power, shot out at a speed of ten meters per second. This speed was barely one-tenth of what a civilian hunter's arrow could reach, clearly demonstrating how terrifying Guangling Douluo's mastery of his own cultivation had become. The old fool was only playing around because he had no place left to train.

A flash of sword light appeared, followed by the crisp sound of ice cracking.

Qian Renhan laughed, "Grandfather Guangling, I haven't wasted this year and a half of training."

"Oh, really? Then I'll increase the intensity," Guangling Douluo replied.

Guangling Douluo gathered his soul power again, and three ice arrows of the same size as before materialized. The three arrows, one after the other, barely paused for a second before being fired, their speed even faster than before. However, Qian Renhan shattered each one effortlessly.

"Little Han, your mother will be back in a few days. Why didn't you seem happy when you heard the news?" Guangling asked, continuing his actions, trying to distract Qian Renhan and increase the challenge.

"Happy? Why would I be happy? She's coming back, so what? I almost forgot about her until you brought it up," Qian Renhan replied, showing no extra motion in his swordwork as he answered.

Guangling murmured to himself, "This child is truly cold-hearted. He's the complete opposite of Little Snow."

A minute later, an ice arrow pierced through Qian Renhan's defense and stopped just short of his right shoulder, barely grazing his clothes.

"Alright, Little Han, that's enough practice for today," Guangling said, drawing the ice arrow back into his hand. It spun continuously between his fingers.

"It's not over yet, Grandfather Guangling," Qian Renhan replied.

With two heavy thuds, the ground shook as Qian Renhan adjusted his wrist and unsheathed his sword once more.

Guangling paused for a moment, then chuckled lightly. "You rascal. Fine, let's go again."

(End of Chapter)