Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Seven days had passed since the three policies from the Spirit Hall were issued.

In the Pope's Palace, Qian Renxue sat on the Pope's throne, sipping red wine. "How is the situation progressing?" she asked.

Chrysanthemum Douluo replied respectfully, "Your Holiness, the news about the cancellation of free soul awakening, the removal of soul master subsidies, and the suppression of rebellious soul masters has already spread to every branch. Many of the major branch halls have constructed statues of the Six-Winged Angel in their main halls. However, most of the statues in the smaller villages have encountered problems."

Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced up at Qian Renxue, who sat calmly on the throne. She continued, suppressing a smile, "Ninety percent of the villages are refusing to allow us to build statues of the Goddess there. The common people believe that the empire will awaken their soul powers for them."

"Hmm, interesting. The people are indeed quite imaginative," Qian Renxue said with amusement. "Send the word: once the first round of statues is complete, for the next round, the villagers from those who refused the statues will have to pay for it themselves. If they can't afford it, they must bring their children to the Soul Master branch in the city every morning to kneel before the statue."

Qian Renxue wasn't bothered. It was better for the Spirit Hall to save money, after all. She then asked, "How is the suppression of the rebellious soul masters going?"

"Your Holiness, the branch halls are receiving one or two reports of soul masters causing disturbances every day. As time passes, the number of these reports is steadily increasing," Chrysanthemum Douluo said with rising excitement. After all, the more disturbances, the more tasks they could handle, and the more rewards there were.

Just then, two brilliant beams of angelic light flared at the entrance of the Pope's Palace. Two soul masters dressed in shining golden armor, with golden hair and handsome features, and four wings on their backs, entered. They were holding an iron chain, which shackled a middle-aged man. The man had graying hair, an eagle-hook nose, small eyes, a large mouth, and his skin looked as dry and shriveled as an orange peel. His eyes, filled with fear, were fixed on Qian Renxue.

The two four-winged soul masters knelt on one knee, saying, "We greet Your Holiness, the Pope."

"Hmm," Qian Renxue acknowledged with a slight nod, not looking at the two soul masters. She didn't want to risk sending them flying across the room. They were from a branch of the Angel family, with the Four-Winged Sacred Angel martial soul, which she, with her Fallen Angel martial soul, found both repulsive and disdainful.

The only Angel family members Qian Renxue could tolerate were Qian Daoliu, Qian Xunji, and Qian Renxue herself. Anyone else from the Angel family, appearing before her, would involuntarily trigger her murderous intent.

Qian Renxue said flatly, "This one has decent evil thoughts. Good work, you may go now."

"Understood, Your Holiness," the two soul masters quickly left. Their martial souls, facing Qian Renxue, were overwhelmed with a deep-seated fear, and they had no thoughts of resistance. After all, in a battle of the same level, a Twelve-Winged Angel could easily defeat a Six-Winged one. So, it was no surprise that they had no chance against her.

Qian Renxue had ordered Qian Daoliu to provide her with two soul masters from the Angel family. This was because the Angel martial soul had a heightened sensitivity to evil thoughts.

Qian Renxue disliked that Qian Renxue had delayed her cultivation for an undercover mission in Heaven Dou Empire. She was also busy as the Pope, but she couldn't afford the same mistake again. Therefore, she needed the Angel martial soul soul masters to help identify the soul masters filled with evil thoughts in Spirit Hall. Using the power of her Fallen Angel martial soul, she would turn them into puppets to handle the affairs of the Spirit Hall.

The value of these puppets was simple—they would work for her, do menial tasks, drink water, and eat only pickled cabbage with steamed buns. As long as they didn't die from overwork, they would keep working until they dropped. If the number of evil soul masters brought in by the two Angel martial soul soul masters was too great, exceeding the demand, then they would be starved to death with no food or water.

After all, they were scum. It was better to drain them of their value and have them die than let them damage the reputation of the Spirit Hall or be abandoned in the Slaughter City. This way, Qian Renxue could save time for cultivating and improving her power.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, you may leave as well," Qian Renxue waved dismissively.

After Elder Chrysanthemum left, the doors of the Pope's Palace closed, leaving only Qian Renxue and the shackled middle-aged soul master in the dimly lit hall.

The middle-aged soul master trembled with fear and fell to his knees. "Your Holiness, I will never do it again, I swear! Please spare my life, I will work hard, I will work hard!" he begged.

Qian Renxue reached up to her ear in mild annoyance and said, "Quiet. What's your name?"

The middle-aged soul master replied respectfully, "Your Holiness, my name is Miles."

"Oh, Miles," Qian Renxue mused. "From now on, you will be my puppet."

With that, her eyes glowed blood-red, and her Ten-Winged Fallen Angel martial soul materialized behind her.

Looking at the Ten-Winged Fallen Angel, Miles's face slowly became blank, his eyes hollow. His arms dropped limp, and he seemed to lose his very soul.

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*Nuoding City.*

A woman with long purple hair, wearing a small backpack, and having a part of her hair turning gray, walked into Nuoding City. This woman, though still noble and elegant in appearance, seemed a little worn, having traveled far. She was none other than Bibi Dong, who had been expelled from Spirit Hall by Qian Renxue and had come to Nuoding City to find Yu Xiaogang.

Bibi Dong entered the city, quickly wrapped her shawl around herself, barely stopping to drink water. She asked a few vendors about the location of Nuoding Academy, and when she learned where it was, she headed there in a hurry.

There was a light in her eyes, and tears were welling up. The world seemed vast, but there was only one place where she belonged, with one person.

"Xiaogang, I've come to see you. Do you still remember our oath? Do you still remember Bibi Dong by the lake in Daming Lake?"

At the gates of Nuoding Academy, the gatekeeper stopped Bibi Dong, eyeing her attire. He noted it was of fine material and lowered his tone, saying, "Excuse me, madam, may I ask why you have come to Nuoding Academy?"

Bibi Dong, a former Pope, was very observant. If this had been before, she wouldn't have even given this man a second glance. But now, she was an ordinary person, and even a strong man could easily knock her down. She spoke gently, "I'm here to see the great teacher Yu Xiaogang."

"The great teacher Yu Xiaogang?" the gatekeeper asked, looking puzzled. "What business do you have with him?"

The gatekeeper was taken aback. Yu Xiaogang, now at Nuoding Academy, was no longer the laughingstock he once was. He had taken in a gifted disciple, Tang San, who had innate full soul power, to prove his theories. The once prominent Dai Mubai of the academy was now Tang San's childhood friend, and their combined status had elevated Yu Xiaogang's position to near that of the academy's dean.

"I'm his friend," Bibi Dong replied.

A wave of joy surged in her heart. Seeing the gatekeeper's shocked expression, she realized that Yu Xiaogang was no ordinary person. Wherever he went, he managed to thrive. Her judgment was indeed accurate.

The gatekeeper gave Bibi Dong another appraisal. She appeared to be about the same age as Yu Xiaogang, still retaining a graceful charm, and had a certain allure to her. Could it be that she shared a special relationship with him? He hesitated before saying, "I'll notify the dean."

After a short while, the gatekeeper returned and said, "I'm sorry, madam. The dean says that Yu Xiaogang left the academy a few days ago."

"What?" Bibi Dong exclaimed, her face filled with anxiety. "Xiaogang left? Where did he go?" They had been separated for twenty-one years, and now that she had finally managed to come back, only to find that Yu Xiaogang had left just a few days ago. Who could understand the turmoil in her heart?

"He seems to have gone to Soto City, to a place called the 'Dung Beetle Academy,'" the gatekeeper replied, scratching his head.

Dung Beetle Academy? What kind of strange name was that?

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered with confusion, but she quickly made a mental note of the name Soto City. She decided to head to a pawn shop to exchange the clothes in her bag for some money. Her journey and accommodations had already drained most of her funds, and she had calculated how much she would need to travel from Spirit Hall to Nuoding City. She didn't want to take any money from Spirit Hall.

At the pawn shop, there was already a line of people. Ordinary clothes, weapons, anything of value could be exchanged for money. However, Bibi Dong found it curious that the common folk were clutching their belongings tightly, as though they were afraid someone would take them away.

But she didn't think too much about it. She opened her bag, revealing several exquisitely crafted long dresses made from the finest, smoothest silk, woven from expensive silkworm threads. Each piece was worth at least a four-digit sum in gold soul coins. As the Saintess and former Pope, Bibi Dong's clothing was naturally of the highest quality.

As soon as the dresses were exposed, several pairs of wolf-like eyes in the shadows were fixed upon her. However, Bibi Dong, now an ordinary person, remained unaware of their attention.

After a while, Bibi Dong approached the counter, pulling out a neatly folded dress and asking, "Boss, how much can I get for this long skirt?"

"What fine material!" The shopkeeper, eyeing the fabric, rubbed his eyes and then asked, "Madam, this dress is quite expensive. From your attire, you don't seem like a poor person. Why are you selling such fine clothing?"

"Boss, I urgently need money. If you don't have enough gold soul coins, I'm fine with a little less, but at least fifty gold soul coins."

Bibi Dong was consumed by thoughts of Yu Xiaogang, not thinking much about money. She just needed enough for travel expenses, knowing full well that Yu Xiaogang could support her.

The shopkeeper's lips curled into a subtle smile, and he made a secret gesture. "Alright," he said.

Just as the transaction was about to occur, a Soul Master, with a white and yellow soul ring, burst out of the pawnshop, snatching the package from Bibi Dong's hands. He quickly fled down a narrow alley.

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment but immediately rushed out of the shop, shouting, "Thief! Is anyone going to catch the thief?"

The shopkeeper watched her leave, sighing, but with a gleam of amusement in his eyes. Inside, he was laughing to himself, thinking, Foolish, truly foolish. She's a rich woman with no sense, revealing her wealth and background like that. She's bound to be taken advantage of. Hahaha.

Since the Soul Hall had started charging for arrests, the soul masters who had grown accustomed to spending lavishly couldn't bear it. They sought ways to make money, and the easiest target was the common folk who couldn't afford to hire Soul Hall's enforcers. Some shrewd merchants had started to collaborate with Soul Masters to profit from their extraordinary power. Bibi Dong's situation was an example of this.

The shopkeeper had not expected someone in expensive clothing to be penniless and willing to exchange such treasures for cash. Upon learning that Bibi Dong urgently needed money and couldn't afford to hire Soul Hall's Soul Masters, he had instructed his accomplice to rob her.

Choosing between a low-price transaction and a free one, the shopkeeper had no qualms—what good was conscience? Could it be eaten?

Bibi Dong ran for several streets, panting heavily. As an ordinary person, and one of her age, how could she outrun a Soul Master, especially one with two rings? Her dress tore as she ran, but it didn't help.

Having lost her most valuable possession and now penniless, Bibi Dong found herself unable to continue her journey to Soto City to find Yu Xiaogang. With no money for food or shelter, she was on the verge of tears from frustration.

In the end, desperate and unwilling to give up, Bibi Dong swallowed her pride and sought help from the Soul Hall in Nuoding City. It was well known that the Soul Hall handled Soul Master crimes, while common folk disturbances were the responsibility of the nobility.

The Soul Hall in Nuoding City was marked by a towering five-meter-high statue of a six-winged Angel Goddess. Bibi Dong walked in and gave the statue a disdainful glance. If she still had her soul power, she would have smashed that statue to pieces. She proceeded to the staff area.

A worker sat at a desk, writing with a pen, and asked, "Madam, this is the Soul Hall. How can I assist you?"

Bibi Dong, furious, replied, "A Soul Master stole my package. I need you to help me catch him!"

"Oh," the worker responded, Nuoding. "What level was the Soul Master? Where did the robbery occur?"

Bibi Dong answered, "At the pawnshop. He's a Great Soul Master, with one white and one yellow soul ring, and his martial soul is a flower leopard."

The worker nodded. "Understood. The fee for a Great Soul Master is fifty gold soul coins. Please provide your real name, address, and twenty-five gold soul coins. Once we recover your item, we'll return it to your home, and you can pay the remaining twenty-five gold coins."

The lengthy explanation left Bibi Dong bewildered. What fifty gold coins? Since when did Soul Hall charge for handling Soul Master crimes?

She asked, "When did Soul Hall start charging for handling Soul Master crimes?"

The worker patiently explained, "This is a new policy. Soul Hall no longer handles Soul Master crimes for free. The fee schedule is as follows: Soul Masters cost five gold soul coins, Great Soul Masters cost fifty gold soul coins, Soul Emperors five hundred gold soul coins, and so on. The initial fee is half of the total, and the remainder is paid once the task is completed. If we are unable to recover your items, we will refund the deposit."

Bibi Dong was furious. "How can you do this? All my money was in that package. I don't have any money!"

She couldn't hold back her tears. How could she have such bad luck? She had only wanted to pursue her love, but everything was so difficult!

Desperate, Bibi Dong suggested, "Can you recover my package first, and I'll pay you later? I'll pay double the amount!"

"That's not according to the rules," the worker shook his head and pointed to the Angel Goddess statue. "If you truly don't have money, you can kneel before the statue for fifty hours. Soul Hall will then recover your items for free, but you'll have to bear the cost of any losses."

Kneel before the Angel statue? For fifty hours?!

Bibi Dong felt her dignity crushed to the extreme. She despised the Angel family more than anything and had always wanted to destroy them. Kneel to the Angel Goddess? She'd rather die a thousand deaths than do that!

(End of chapter)