Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Seven days later, at the gates of the Papal Hall, Qian Xunji stood early with Qian Renxue, waiting. He had given the Papal Knights, who were originally scheduled for guard duty today, a half-day paid leave.

The entire continent knew that Bibi Dong was Qian Xunji's disciple. If Qian Xunji's child were to call Bibi Dong "Mom" in front of everyone, it would cause a scandal. A master-disciple romance—on the continent, that would be as disgusting as a sibling romance, or even worse.

On the Douluo Continent, the concept of "the elder brother is like a father" was deeply ingrained, and the idea of "one day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father" was sacred. When Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, cousins, married without knowing they were related, the entire continent ridiculed them. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was in turmoil, and if news of Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong having a child were to spread, the reputation of Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong, and the Spirit Hall would be ruined forever.

"Dad, Dad, why hasn't Mom come yet?" Qian Renxue tugged at Qian Xunji's hand, bouncing restlessly and looking anxious.

Qian Xunji lovingly reassured her, "Don't worry, Little Snow, I've received word that Mom will be here soon."

A "clink" sound was heard as Qian Renhan walked over to stand beside Qian Xunji, a chair in one hand. He said flatly, "Father, Little Snow, let's sit and wait."

Qian Renhan had no intention of waiting for Bibi Dong. From the beginning, he had intended to sever ties completely. But Qian Xunji had insisted on dragging him to the Sword Peak, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Brother, we can't just sit and wait like this; it's disrespectful to Mom," Qian Renxue said unhappily. At this moment, she was still lost in the fairy tale stories that Qian Xunji had spun for her. She believed Bibi Dong left to strengthen herself to protect her. Despite never having been fed even a drop of milk by her, her affection for Bibi Dong remained full.

Qian Renhan replied irritably, "Then you can stand."

"Little Han," Qian Xunji sighed helplessly. He truly didn't know how to handle this child.

At that moment, outside the gates of Spirit City, a luxurious single-horse carriage slowly approached. Inside the carriage sat a stunning woman who appeared to be about twenty-five or twenty-six. Her skin was pale as snow, and her tall, graceful figure resembled a mesmerizing painting. However, the killing intent and bloodshot eyes in her gaze, coupled with the dangerous aura that seemed ready to erupt at any moment, made her frightening. She was the one they were all waiting for—Bibi Dong.

Sensing the increasingly nauseating angelic aura growing nearer, Bibi Dong's beautiful face twisted into a terrifying expression. "The first trial of Rakshasa—the devouring of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul Soul Master's Angel Soul. Qian Xunji, I want you dead. You destroyed me and separated me from Xiaogang. I will make you pay a hundred times over. Not only will I kill you, but I will also destroy the Angel Clan and the Spirit Hall!"

After two years of training in the Slaughter City and six months traveling the continent, Bibi Dong had been trying to quell the influence of Slaughter City. During this time, she also kept asking around about Yu Xiaogang. She learned that Yu Xiaogang had become part of the renowned Golden Iron Triangle, making a name for himself. She was pleased by this at first, but after secretly observing, she discovered that he had apparently fallen in love with a woman named Liu Erlong. This realization only intensified her hatred for Qian Xunji.

When the carriage reached the foot of Pope's Mountain, Bibi Dong immediately concealed her emotions. Her expression returned to calm, and all thoughts of revenge were buried deep within her heart as she ascended the steps to the Papal Hall.

At the gates of the Papal Hall, Qian Xunji, with his powerful Spirit Douluo-level spiritual sense, immediately noticed Bibi Dong and said, "Little Snow, Little Han, your mom is here. She'll be up here in a moment."

Qian Renxue rubbed her small, numb legs from standing too long, her energy and spirit instantly returning to their peak. Her eyes widened, not even blinking as she eagerly waited, determined not to miss a single moment of Bibi Dong's appearance. Qian Renhan, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, also opened them and yawned. "Finally, she's here?"

After a while, footsteps could be heard, and Bibi Dong finally made her appearance. Qian Renxue's face immediately lit up with joy. That perfect aura, the nearly flawless beauty, and the tall, perfect figure—she was absolutely her mother.

"Mom!"

Qian Renxue immediately rushed forward, leaping up the stairs two at a time.

"Little Han, go quickly." Qian Xunji grabbed Qian Renhan's arm and pushed him forward. He hoped that Bibi Dong might forgive him for the sake of the children, so he gave Qian Renhan just a little more of a push, hoping the children could protect Bibi Dong together. After all, with double the strength of children, their chances of success might increase.

Unfortunately, Qian Xunji's hopes were destined to fail. Bibi Dong, who had been focused on Qian Xunji, was distracted by Qian Renxue's shout of "Mom." Seeing the golden hair of Qian Renxue as she ran toward her, disgust instantly surged within her. The painful memories resurfaced, and a murderous intent immediately exploded from her. She slapped her hand out, her inner voice roaring: "Bastard child, get lost!"

"Little Snow!"

Qian Xunji was horrified. He never expected Bibi Dong would strike at the child, and now it was too late for him to act. Qian Renxue was too close to Bibi Dong. Since even a tiger won't eat its cub, he hadn't prepared his soul power in advance.

When Qian Renxue saw Bibi Dong's attack, she froze in fear, her voice trembling as she called out, "Mom."

In the critical moment, Qian Renhan leapt in front of Qian Renxue, sword in hand. After seven days of training with Lightwing Douluo, he had become quick to react. As soon as he sensed Bibi Dong's sudden change in demeanor, he drew his sword. Originally, the sword had been meant for him—after all, his resemblance to Qian Xunji was far more apparent than Qian Renxue's. But in the end, it was Bibi Dong's attention that was drawn first by Qian Renxue.

The moment the sword clashed with her soul power, Qian Renhan was sent flying, the sword slipping from his hand. His palms tore open, and he fell to one knee, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"You!" Qian Renhan clutched his chest, his eyes locked onto Bibi Dong. He was shaken. This strike had left him seriously injured, even though he had blocked it with his sword. If Qian Renxue had been the one to take that hit, would she have been left near death, unable to rise from her bed for days? In the original story, Qian Xunji had warned Qian Renxue that Bibi Dong almost killed her. Now he understood why.

At the same time, Qian Renhan couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Thankfully, Bibi Dong's attack was aimed at Qian Renxue. If Bibi Dong had first noticed him—someone who resembled Qian Xunji to a terrifying degree—could she have controlled her anger and avoided erasing him from existence with a single slap?

(End of Chapter)