Journeying Abroad

"Waaah, waaah—"

Qian Renxue climbed up from the ground, great tears streaming down her face until it was soon drenched. She cried several times harder than when Qian Renhan had shaken her off when they were one year old.

"Brother, I don't want Mom! I don't want Mom anymore! Xiaoxue doesn't have a mom!" Qian Renxue threw herself into Qian Renhan's arms and spoke in utter grief.

"I understand." Qian Renhan gently lifted Qian Renxue with his left hand. A flash of light came from the Soul Tool in his right, and a longsword appeared in his grip. He raised his head and looked coldly at Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong looked back at Qian Renhan. Their eyes met again after three and a half years, stirring Raging Waves in her heart. Brother... this white-haired, blood-eyed bastard radiating a dark aura, who looked nothing like Qian Xunji, was her child.

Qian Renhan swung his sword at the comb. The words "Mom Xiaoxue," along with the heart symbol and the entire comb, were split in two.

After doing all that, Qian Renhan turned and headed toward their room. Bibi Dong reached out, wanting to call him back, only to realize that she had no idea what Qian Renhan's name was. She only vaguely remembered Qian Xunji calling him Xiaohan or something. She certainly did not know that every generation of the Qian Clan had its own generational name.

Back in their room, Qian Renhan placed Qian Renxue on the bed. She had already stopped sobbing, but her big round eyes were terribly red and swollen, and her face was covered in tear tracks.

"Heal the mark on your face yourself. Brother's Soul Power has no healing effect, and it would harm your body too."

The Eight-Winged Fallen Angel martial soul possessed three Ultimate Attributes: Ultimate Darkness, Ultimate Yin Cold, and Ultimate Evil. Darkness had a devouring effect. If the domain of the Six-Winged Angel was purification, then his domain was devouring.

Yin Cold was Ultimate Ice, except his Ultimate Ice was filled with evil energy, so it was renamed Yin Cold.

Evil, meanwhile, gave him the ability to manipulate and control people's hearts. Its effects were completely opposite to the Six-Winged Angel's sacred flames and its ability to dispel the bad thoughts of living beings.

In terms of combat power, Fallen Angels and Angels were evenly matched when they had the same number of wings, because their abilities countered each other. But against anyone else, Fallen Angels were definitely stronger. Devouring Soul Power alone made their endurance invincible; they feared no battle of attrition. Angels could not do that.

"Brother, that woman isn't my mother. Xiaoxue doesn't have a mother." Qian Renxue's voice became incredibly weak.

Qian Renhan stroked her silky hair. "Mm, I know."

Qian Renxue asked again, "Brother, can I learn swordsmanship from you?"

Qian Renhan nodded once more. "It's time for you to grow up as well."

Qian Renxue continued, "Brother, Douluo Hall is very close to here. Do you feel uncomfortable staying here?"

"Go to sleep. After you sleep, you'll feel better. Forget everything from before." Qian Renhan did not answer. Instead, he tucked her in. In six years, this was the first time he had ever been so gentle with her.

Qian Renxue said pitifully, "Brother, can you sleep with Xiaoxue? Just this once. Dad said that once we awakened our martial souls, we would be grown up and had to sleep in separate rooms. But we never used to sleep together anyway."

Qian Renhan let out a deep sigh and lifted the blanket. Considering how hard Qian Renxue had been slapped today and how badly her heart had been hurt, he would indulge her this once and help soothe her pain. But this would also be the last time.

The two lay on the same bed. Qian Renhan closed his eyes and recalled the past. Sleeping in the same bed—this was the first time since he had become able to roll over as an infant. Once baby him had learned to roll, he had repeatedly fallen off the bed to make it clear that he did not want to lie together with Qian Renxue. A separate bed had then been added beside theirs.

At that moment, Qian Renxue suddenly burst into laughter. "Brother is so beautiful now. If you wore a dress, no one would think you were a boy. You'd probably even be prettier than Xiaoxue."

Qian Renhan frowned at that. Turning to look at Qian Renxue, who was covering her mouth, he lightly tapped her forehead. "Sleep. If you keep making noise, Brother is leaving."

"Mm, sleep, sleep. Xiaoxue is going to sleep." Qian Renxue reached out and hugged Qian Renhan, then closed her eyes and rested against his chest.

That girl. She said that on purpose just now so I would turn toward her.

Qian Renhan looked at the Qian Renxue in his arms, her eyes closed, and helplessness rose in his heart. Forget it. She's only six. It means nothing.

At Douluo Hall, Qian Xunji returned with his face full of fury. After learning what had happened to Qian Renxue, he had rushed to Saintess Hall and had a fierce argument with Bibi Dong. Naturally, he could not win against her at all. When he tried to use force, Bibi Dong directly held out her face and told him to hit her, leaving him unsure whether he should strike or not. There was nothing he could do.

"Father."

"What is it?"

Qian Daoliu looked at Qian Xunji with disdain. This useless son of his was truly good for nothing. No talent, no control over his wife, and he had even produced a Fallen Angel. If Qian Renxue had not been so outstanding, with Innate Full Soul Power reaching level twenty, he would have been wondering whether he should start over and have another son.

Qian Xunji said, "Father, you know about Xiaoxue's situation, right? I plan to take Xiaoxue and Xiaohan out into the world for some experience. I'll show them the state of the two great empires, soothe Xiaoxue's wounded heart, and help Xiaohan establish the right path."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu found Qian Xunji somewhat more pleasing to the eye. It was rare for this useless son to come up with such a good idea. The potential danger of a Fallen Angel was truly immense. During the journey, they could complete their first and second Spirit Rings, establish proper values, and soothe Qian Renxue's emotional wounds—three benefits in one stroke.

"Come with me."

Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji arrived at Elder Hall. It was the largest building within Papal Palace and represented the most powerful force in all of Spirit Hall. Inside the towering domed structure, a vast hall greeted visitors upon entering. The open dome rose nearly thirty meters high, with three levels around it, each containing ten rooms.

Except under extremely special circumstances, the first requirement to live here was to possess Soul Power above level ninety and strength at the level of a Title Douluo or above. This was where Spirit Hall's highest authority truly lay. Even the Pope was subject to its restraints. In the end, it all came down to strength. If the elders living here joined forces, they could destroy an entire city within a single day. That was no exaggeration.

Elder Hall could restrain the Pope, while Worship Hall could even remove the Pope from office.

Qian Daoliu moved his lips slightly, and two figures clad in golden armor appeared before them. The one on the left was tall and slender like a bamboo pole. The one on the right had short red hair, average height, muscles covering his entire body, and an exceptionally ugly face.

"Greetings, Great Enshrined Elder. Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope."

PS: Next, the author will clarify the protagonist's character setting. Readers, please approach this rationally. The table of contents and title have made it clear: Fallen Angel. Bleeding-heart readers, enter at your own risk.