Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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The Heaven Underworld Sect, one of the two great sects of Central Continent, commanded three subordinate sects. The strength of its subordinates alone could rival that of the Four Pavilions of Central Continent.

Inside the main hall of the Heaven Underworld Sect sat a man dressed in black robes. His long hair flowed down to his waist, and though his beard was streaked with white, his face remained strikingly youthful and handsome, as flawless as jade. His eyes appeared gentle, but every so often, a cold glint would flash through them—revealing the carnage of countless corpses and rivers of blood. A persistent frown marred his brow, as though troubled by some heavy concern. As he sat upon the throne, a profound and oppressive aura emanated from him, forcing all to unconsciously bow in submission.

This man was none other than Tian Mingzi, the current Sect Master of the Heaven Underworld Sect. At the moment, he was deeply troubled over the selection of the next sect master. The most outstanding candidate, Yi Chen, had died without warning in the Black-Corner Region. His death had come as suddenly as a flash of lightning, so swift that he hadn't even had time to request aid from the sect.

At that moment, a forceful and cold surge of soul power entered the Heaven Underworld Sect. Soon after, a figure clad in black robes appeared within the main hall—it was none other than Elder Mu Gu.

Tian Mingzi said flatly, "A member of the Soul Hall? What business brings you here?"

Due to the Heaven Underworld Sect's cultivation techniques—cruel and venomous by nature—its disciples were raised amidst bloodshed. Every elder, even the sect master himself, stood atop a mountain of corpses. Similarly, the Soul Hall was notorious across the continent for collecting the souls of powerful beings. Given their shared ruthlessness, the two factions had often cooperated in the past.

"I am Mu Gu. Greetings to Sect Master Tian Ming," Mu Gu said with a respectful cupped-fist salute. As a mere Five-Star Dou Zun, he was far inferior in strength to Tian Mingzi, who was an Eight or even Nine-Star Dou Zun. Since he was here under his own name to propose a partnership, he had no choice but to lower his stance.

Using soul transmission, Mu Gu began speaking—though due to the ring of Yi Chen still being stuck on his tongue, his speech came across somewhat ridiculous: "Sect Master Tian Ming, I have some good news for your sect. It concerns the identity of the one who killed your young sect master."

"Who was it?" Tian Mingzi's expression darkened instantly. Though his response was just two simple words, the killing intent embedded in them was so sharp it sent a chill down Mu Gu's spine.

No one knew just how much Tian Mingzi longed to tear the murderer of Yi Chen limb from limb. Not only had this criminal slain the most talented successor the sect had produced in a century, but they had done so using the Heaven Underworld Sect's own techniques. This resulted in the Gu Clan dispatching a Half-Saint three times to hunt down Qian Renhan. If not for the Heaven Underworld Sect's old demon emerging from seclusion and explaining the situation, the entire sect might have been wiped out with a single slap from that Gu Clan Half-Saint.

To think that one of Central Continent's two great sects had almost been destroyed by a false accusation orchestrated by Qian Renhan—this was a grudge carved into their bones.

Mu Gu spoke again: "Sect Master Tian Ming, the one who killed your young sect master is currently in Holy Pill City."

At those words, Tian Mingzi's eyes narrowed, and he let out a cold laugh. "Everyone knows your Soul Hall is gathering forces to seize the Three Thousand Burning Flame from the Pill Tower. With just a few vague words, you expect me to send my men to Holy Pill City? You haven't even clearly named the killer of Yi Chen, and yet you hope we'll shoulder the pressure from the Pill Tower? Are you perhaps trying to use our sect like that thief did—to borrow our blade and make us your scapegoat?"

As his voice fell, a terrifying killing intent enveloped Mu Gu. The temperature in the otherwise auspicious Heaven Underworld Hall plummeted, and gusts of bone-chilling wind swept through.

Seeing this, Mu Gu realized he had no choice but to offer solid proof. Otherwise, not only would he fail to obtain the Three Thousand Burning Flame, but he might not even make it out alive. Without hesitation, he stuck out his tongue, revealing Yi Chen's spatial ring right under Tian Mingzi's nose.

Seven days later, above Leaf Courtyard, a massive spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared in the distant sky. Soon, a snow-white chariot drawn by several radiant silver-colored Void Heavenly Horses emerged from the sky.

Seated in the courtyard sipping tea, Ye Zhong suddenly looked up, eyes filled with envy. "Void Heavenly Horses! And the crest of the Dan Clan... No wonder—it could only be them. Only the Dan Clan could afford such extravagance."

After a moment of contemplation, Ye Zhong murmured, "The assessment begins tomorrow. Since the Dan Clan has already arrived, the other three great clans should be arriving soon as well. I wonder who the Dan Clan is sending for the test this time."

Behind the Void Heavenly Horses, figures streaked across the sky and entered Holy Pill City. The city's population grew increasingly dense.

A few hours later, in one of Holy Pill City's grand plazas paved with polished granite—an area usually bustling with endless foot traffic—an unusually large crowd had gathered. At the center of this crowd was an open space where nearly a hundred figures stood in perfect formation. From them emanated a chilling aura that caused unease among the surrounding onlookers. It was immediately clear these were no ordinary people, and from their bold and ostentatious arrival, it was obvious—they had come with ill intent.

"Are those people from the Heaven Underworld Sect?"

"That man in white at the front… could that be Sect Master Tian Mingzi himself? My god, what is this old monster doing in Holy Pill City? Doesn't the Heaven Underworld Sect usually have no interest in the Alchemist Grand Competition?"

As hushed whispers spread through the crowd, a gray-robed elder standing behind Tian Mingzi narrowed his eyes. A wave of invisible killing intent swept forth, and his cold, menacing gaze slowly scanned the gathered onlookers. Wherever his eyes landed, people felt a chill grip their hearts and quickly fell silent. The Heaven Underworld Sect was not to be trifled with. They were notorious for their violent temperaments and impulsive nature—drawing swords over a single disagreement was far from uncommon. Given their vengeful personalities, anyone who offended them could expect a grim and miserable end.

It was precisely this burst of killing intent that made Qian Renhan, who was browsing through stalls in Holy Pill City at the time, curve his lips into a faint smirk. This familiar, impure killing aura was nearly identical to that of Yi Chen—both formed from the slaughter of countless victims. The supplements had arrived—and in large numbers, too. He really ought to thank Elder Mu Gu.

Confirming that the Heaven Underworld Sect's "supplements" had arrived, Qian Renhan turned and began walking back toward Leaf Courtyard. Just as he stepped backward, he suddenly felt his back press into something soft.

"Ah!"

A gentle cry of surprise sounded from behind him. Qian Renhan turned to see a young girl who had been knocked over, now sitting on the ground. Instinctively, he reached out to grab her.

"Don't—!"

The girl barely got the word out before Qian Renhan's hand grasped her wrist. But before he could exert any force, his brow twitched. He realized the soul power coiled between his brows was surging out of him—uncontrollably flowing into the girl's body. At the same time, his own spiritual consciousness took a severe hit, as if struck by a heavy blow.

In the next instant, Qian Renhan's eyes turned sharp. A rush of black Dou Qi surged through him, and the soul power that had been siphoned away was forcibly pulled back. The moment it returned to his brow, his eyes gleamed with surprise—his recovered spiritual power was even more refined and condensed than before.

(End of Chapter)