Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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This was the first time Yao Chen had ever deceived his own disciple. But he truly didn't want Xiao Yan to go head-to-head with Qian Renhan. The difference in cultivation and ruthlessness between them was simply too vast. Yao Chen didn't have the omniscient perspective of a god; he couldn't foresee what kind of future Flame Mantra might lead to.

"Xiao Yanzi, the Gu Clan has countless talented youths. If you want to pursue Xun'er and gain the Gu Clan's recognition, you must achieve power that is worthy of notice. And do you really want to see someone with Xun'er's incredible talent waste her potential for your sake?"

Under Yao Chen's tactful persuasion, a sharp light gradually appeared in Xiao Yan's eyes. He recalled Ling Quan's scornful gaze, the furious humiliation when he was injured like a clown. Xiao Yan suddenly laughed and said, "So that's how it is… It seems I misunderstood Big Brother's intentions. That girl must be dazzling within the clan right now. Teacher, I'll do everything I can to grow stronger—to become just as radiant as her. When the time comes, I'll go to the Gu Clan and marry Xun'er in front of their entire younger generation. I'll show them how the so-called 'trash' of the Xiao Clan, the one they deemed unworthy, turned that shame into a crown—and placed it upon their heads!"

Yao Chen smiled in satisfaction and stroked his beard. "Now that is the disciple of Yao Chen. Affection can always be rekindled—but most importantly, you must survive. A fallen genius is no genius at all. Back in my day, I—cough, cough—never mind those old stories. Let's get started with refining the body."

Xiao Yan nodded slightly, slowly calming his mind. Moments later, he took a deep breath and flicked his finger. A jade bottle containing the Bone-Growing and Blood-Fusing Pill gently floated toward Yao Lao. Naturally, Yao Lao was extremely familiar with this process. Without hesitation, he reached out and caught the bottle. With a single thought, a wisp of his soul emerged and circled around Xiao Yan.

Half a Year Later — The Stone Realm of the Stone Clan, One of the Eight Ancient Clans

The vast Stone Realm, once home to beautiful landscapes and majestic palaces, had now been turned into a living hell. Its once-grand architecture lay in ruins, and countless corpses were scattered throughout. It looked as though the entire realm had been washed in blood.

Throughout the Stone Realm, members of the Soul Clan moved in silence. Some were tasked with collecting the bodies and blood of every member of the Stone Clan, transporting them back to the Soul Clan. These corpses and blood were essential fuel for the Soul-Devouring Life-Breaking Array meant for the Central Plains' sacrificial ritual. The array required enormous energy to activate, not to mention it had to withstand attacks from the Gu Clan and others. Through a unique Soul Clan formation, these bodies and blood could be converted into energy to drive the array.

Another group of Soul Clan members was busy hunting the souls of the millions from the Stone and Spirit Clans who had died in battle—including their own fallen. These souls were intended for reviving the four Demon Saints of the Soul Clan and also served as nourishment for Void Swallowing Flame to evolve his soul into emperor-grade.

This was also why Starfall Pavilion had remained untouched for the past year. The majority of the Spirit Hall's forces had been diverted to the massacre and cleanup of the Stone and Spirit Clans. The so-called Demon-Slaying Alliance was merely a decoy meant to distract attention.

Above the Stone Realm, Void Swallowing Flame silently observed the horrific scene unfolding below. He spoke coldly, "Both the Stone and Spirit Clans have been annihilated. The Gu Clan's coming-of-age ceremony is approaching. This matter can't be concealed for much longer. Where is he now?"

The person he referred to was naturally Qian Renhan. For more than a year, Qian Renhan had been secluded within the Nine Nether Earth Python Clan, cultivating and nurturing his new physical body, without appearing even once.

Void Swallowing Flame had searched both the Ancient Phoenix Island and the Ancient Dragon Island in that time, but had found no trace of him.

However, based on the information reported by Hun Miesheng regarding Zi Yan, as well as Qian Renhan's actions, Void Swallowing Flame began to notice the differences between Qian Renhan and Hun Tiandi. The Soul Emperor was someone who would sacrifice anything to become an Emperor. If killing his father, mother, son, or even the entire Soul Clan would help him succeed, he wouldn't hesitate for a second. He wouldn't waste time buying a little girl the chance to escape by fighting a powerful enemy—that kind of sentimentality was beneath him.

Void Swallowing Flame knew that within the Ancient Emperor's Mausoleum lay both the Proto-Emperor Pill and the Ancient Emperor's Origin, the two parts of the Dou Di inheritance. He didn't care who got the Proto-Emperor Pill, but he wanted the Ancient Emperor's legacy for himself.

Yet, there was always the chance things wouldn't go his way. If he failed to obtain the inheritance and Hun Tiandi succeeded in becoming an Emperor, Void Swallowing Flame would be the first to die. As for the soul-severing fire he had left within the Soul Clan as insurance—it likely wouldn't even faze Hun Tiandi.

This was why Void Swallowing Flame preferred to cooperate with a Soul Emperor who, while still ruthless, had bottom-line principles and the devouring ability to reach Nine-Star Dou Sheng, over a Soul Emperor who had no limits and was utterly heartless. Otherwise, according to his original plan—had he not located Qian Renhan—he would've already launched an attack on Ancient Dragon Island to force Qian Renhan out and eliminate him.

"I can't stay away for too long. The Demon-Slaying Alliance has drawn enough attention. It's time to make a move on Starfall Pavilion. Hopefully, that will be enough to lure him out."

Nine Nether Earth Python Clan

By the banks of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, Yao Xiaotian—now possessed by Qian Renhan's soul—stood in silence.

Unlike before, Yao Xiaotian's once-youthful and handsome body had aged into a haggard, middle-aged man. Over the past year, Qian Renhan had repeatedly drained the essence blood from this body to nourish his own. Though it was a Dou Sheng-level body of a magical beast, it had become gaunt and frail under the constant extraction.

Because Qian Renhan was forcefully controlling a corpse with his soul, even a Dou Sheng's body couldn't escape deterioration. With time, its essence blood and flesh would dry out, leaving only bones behind. Since the body also continuously funneled blood to Qian Renhan's true form, its durability plummeted drastically within just a year.

At this point, the body still retained some Dou Qi and essence blood, but both were gradually dissipating into the world with each passing day. While Dou Qi could be replenished through pills, the lost essence blood could not be restored. Once it ran dry, the body would be useless to Qian Renhan.

At that moment, a Dou Zun-level Nine Nether Earth Python flew over and respectfully reported, "Clan Leader, someone from the Ancient Void Dragon Clan has arrived. They request your presence."

Inside the Main Hall

Qian Renhan sat atop the throne, his gaze indifferent as he looked down at several mid-tier Dou Zun-level Ancient Void Dragons who stood proudly before him. He said flatly, "Esteemed guests of an ancient lineage, the Nine Nether Earth Python Clan warmly welcomes you."

The Ancient Void Dragons had always looked down on other magical beast clans. Their expressions showed visible displeasure at Qian Renhan's perfunctory greeting. However, they still cupped their hands and said, "Clan Leader Yao, by the Dragon King's order, we come seeking an alliance with the Nine Nether Earth Python Clan. As compensation, our clan is prepared to offer generous resources—along with a sample of blood essence left behind by the Ancient Sky Serpent."

At the front of the group stood a tall, broad-shouldered man with a square face and thick eyebrows, exuding a faint aura of pressure. His eyes brimmed with confidence. After all, with a sample of ancient Sky Serpent blood in hand, he believed the Nine Nether Earth Pythons—whose ancient bloodline was nearly exhausted due to overbreeding—would never turn down such an offer. In fact, their desperation to preserve their bloodline had driven them nearly mad. Along with the other offered benefits, it was a deal they simply couldn't refuse.

And he wasn't wrong—if it were Yao Xiaotian or even Yao Ming, who hadn't formed a friendship with Xiao Yan, they would've undoubtedly accepted for the sake of the clan's interests.

But Qian Renhan… had no relationship with the Nine Nether Earth Python Clan whatsoever.

As for the payment for Qian Renhan's year of "labor" within the clan, he had casually left behind the Heaven-Tier High-Grade Dou Technique Yellow Springs Fury—accessible to any serpent who wanted to learn it. He hadn't bothered to manage who used it. As for Yao Ming, who had been imprisoned in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs all this time, Qian Renhan had left him alive and hadn't slaughtered him for his blood.

(End of Chapter)