Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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Before dawn, at Shrek Academy, within Yu Xiaogang's residence. 

Yu Xiaogang let out a sigh and muttered, "I never expected Bibi Dong to no longer be the Pope. The current Pope is actually Qian Xunji's son. In that case, how am I supposed to go to the Spirit Hall and ask Bibi Dong for the twin martial soul cultivation method?" 

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him. He had no idea that Bibi Dong had been expelled from the Spirit Hall and was now wandering outside. Given the Spirit Hall's disdain for him, if he dared to go there and ask about the twin martial soul cultivation method, he might not even get to see Bibi Dong before the current Pope crushed him with a single slap. 

Recalling how Qian Xunji once humiliated him, forcing him to kneel in front of Flender and Liu Erlong, Yu Xiaogang's heart burned with hatred—his thirst for revenge surging like a raging fire. 

Blue Silver Grass—a useless martial soul? Nonsense! Only the Clear Sky Hammer could destroy the Spirit Hall. But without the cultivation method for twin martial souls, how could Tang San add spirit rings to the Clear Sky Hammer without his body exploding? 

"Forget it. As a great master of martial soul theory, I can only research it myself." 

Yu Xiaogang picked up a pen and paper and wrote about Tang San's encounter in the Star Dou Forest, where his external spirit bone was forcibly taken. After finishing, he sighed and said, "I hope His Eminence Clear Sky will see this letter when he arrives and help Xiao San retrieve his external spirit bone." 

After sealing the letter, Yu Xiaogang headed toward the Shrek Academy cafeteria. He planned to prepare a luxurious breakfast for the students to replenish their nutrition. If all they had was a few steamed buns and a single egg, how could they get the energy needed for their spirit master training? 

The moment Yu Xiaogang left, a tall, black-cloaked figure suddenly appeared in his residence. 

The figure was dressed in tattered robes and ragged clothing, without even a single patch to mend the holes. His dark bronze skin peeked through the tears, and though his facial features were once dignified, they were now shrouded in an unhealthy, waxy pallor. His disheveled hair resembled a bird's nest, and his unkempt beard looked like it hadn't been trimmed in ages. He looked no different from a beggar. This man was none other than Tang Hao—who had just finished teaching Zhao Wuji a lesson and returned to Saint Soul Village to visit his wife. 

"What has happened to Xiao San recently?" Tang Hao's murky yellow eyes scanned the letter Yu Xiaogang had left behind. Moments later, his gaze filled with boundless rage and murderous intent. 

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At the Shrek Academy cafeteria, Yu Xiaogang wore a chef's hat and apron, holding a ladle as he prepared breakfast. 

Just as the first dish came out of the pan and he was about to start the second, a gust of fierce wind suddenly swept through. 

"PAH—!" 

A crisp slap echoed through the cafeteria as Yu Xiaogang was sent flying. His hand, still gripping the scalding hot pan, crashed into a table of prepared dishes. 

A chain reaction followed. Yu Xiaogang tumbled to the ground, and the boiling-hot iron pan, along with steaming food and soup, splattered all over him. Instantly, he let out a shriek of agony, the burns far outweighing the pain of the slap. For a moment, he even forgot about the impact on his face—compared to being scalded, that pain was nothing. 

Seeing this scene, Tang Hao, who had just arrived with fury in his eyes, was momentarily speechless. 

He had only intended to give Yu Xiaogang a small lesson—a single slap—but he hadn't expected it to trigger such a ridiculous chain of events. Not only was Yu Xiaogang rolling on the ground in pain, but the nourishing meal prepared for his son's training was now completely ruined. 

After a long pause, once Yu Xiaogang finally quieted down a little, Tang Hao spoke indifferently. 

"Yu Xiaogang." 

"You… You are His Eminence Clear Sky!" 

Upon recognizing his idol, Yu Xiaogang's initial anger vanished in an instant, replaced by sheer excitement. 

Tang Hao's voice remained cold. "I entrusted my son to you, and you brought him here to Shrek Academy. And now, his external spirit bone has been taken. Do you realize that without it, his very foundation has been damaged?" 

"Your Eminence Clear Sky, I had no choice! Even a Soul Saint-level teacher at the academy died trying to protect Xiao San's external spirit bone. I'm weak—what could I possibly have done?" Yu Xiaogang said, full of grievance. 

Tang Hao turned away, unwilling to look at Yu Xiaogang's face as he put on that pitiful expression—it disgusted him. 

Of course, he knew it wasn't entirely Yu Xiaogang's fault. If not, with his strength, that single slap would've been enough to kill this useless rank-29 Grandmaster a dozen times over. 

"I will find a way to get Xiao San's external spirit bone back." Tang Hao's voice was as cold as ice. "Who took it?" 

 "That person had white hair and blood-red eyes. His martial soul was a blood sword—at the very least, of top-tier quality. His strength was no less than that of a Spirit Douluo." 

Yu Xiaogang described the person's appearance and his rough estimation of their strength. It wasn't that he didn't want to provide more details, but Xiao Wu had concealed her true identity as a spirit beast and hadn't disclosed Qian Renhan's true power. Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong, unwilling to let others know that the proud princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had been slapped, chose to keep silent. She believed her clan was invincible and was determined to have Qian Renhan torn to pieces in secret. Because of all this, Yu Xiaogang only knew so much. 

"A mere Spirit Douluo dares to steal my son's spirit bone? He must be tired of living." 

A crimson killing intent surged in Tang Hao's eyes. He left behind only a cold command for Yu Xiaogang to continue guiding Tang San before disappearing. 

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A few days later, towering mountains stretched into the clouds. Nestled within them was a magnificent complex of buildings, their grandeur extending from the mountain's peak all the way to its base. At the foot of the mountain stood two colossal statues, each towering ten meters high. The sculptures depicted a muscular man carrying two enormous iron hammers on his shoulders. 

This was none other than the number one sect in the world—the Clear Sky Sect. 

The sect boasted a staggering seven thousand disciples, a third of whom had joined after Tang Hao single-handedly crippled three Titled Douluo from the Spirit Hall, their admiration for his battle prowess drawing them to the sect. 

According to the rules of the Douluo Continent, once one joined a sect, they could never leave it for the rest of their life. 

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Inside the Clear Sky Sect's Grand Hall, the sect master, Tang Xiao—who had reached the pinnacle of rank 95—was handling affairs when a familiar voice called out. 

"Big Brother." 

Tang Xiao immediately looked up. Upon seeing the figure before him, his initial excitement was quickly replaced by deep sorrow. 

"Hao, how did you end up like this?" 

Tang Hao's eyes flickered with emotion. After briefly exchanging pleasantries and inquiring about the sect's current situation, he got straight to the point, explaining everything about Tang San. 

"Xiao San… My nephew… Twin martial souls… Innate full spirit power!" 

Tang Xiao's face was filled with excitement at first, but when he learned that Tang San's external spirit bone had been stolen, his expression darkened with fury. 

Tang Hao hesitated before speaking. "Big Brother, Xiao San's foundation has been damaged due to the loss of his external spirit bone. I'd like to borrow some resources to help restore it." 

"Borrow? Don't be ridiculous." Tang Xiao's voice was firm. "The reason the Clear Sky Sect still stands today is largely thanks to you. That battle back then—when you fought—was what made our sect's name resound across the continent once more." 

"With Xiao San's talent, he's bound to return to the Clear Sky Sect sooner or later. When that time comes, you, me, and Xiao San will march into the Spirit Hall together and avenge Ah Yin!" 

Tang Xiao slapped Tang Hao's shoulder, intending it as a gesture of camaraderie. But to his shock, the unguarded Tang Hao immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood. His old injuries flared up, dizziness overwhelmed him, and he collapsed onto the ground. 

"Hao!" 

"Hao!" 

(End of Chapter)