Sister Qian Wulu Prepares to Rebel

The Angel Family territory is vast and boundless, with endless rows of palaces and wide, clean streets, the air perpetually permeated with a faint, sacred aura.

Clan members pass to and fro, most clad in white-gold attire, their golden hair dazzling and their bearing noble, every word and action carrying the unique pride and solemnity of the Angel race.

The patrolling soul masters walk with steady strides, their soul power restrained; even the lowest among them is at the seven-ring Soul Saint level, and everywhere one looks, light flickers on the training grounds as the sounds of soul skills clashing rise one after another.

Unlike other areas of Martial Soul City, the Angel Family residence possesses both the strict discipline of a top-tier power and the mundane, bustling atmosphere of an ordinary family.

The streets are lined with all sorts of shops, and clansmen gather in twos and threes before the stalls, haggling over prices or buying snacks to try, creating a scene that is truly lively.

Walking further inside, there is an open plaza where a group of children who have yet to awaken their martial souls chase and play, their laughter crisp and clear—a scene of pure contentment.

The martial arts arena in the distance is even more bustling, with rows of young disciples standing in neat formation, training to the instructor's commands; their voices are loud and synchronized, and as they circulate their soul power, a faint golden light emerges, painting a picture of prosperity and order.

"Such a beautiful life—I absolutely cannot allow that little scoundrel Tang San to destroy it, nor will I let myself become a sacrificial offering, burying this warm and stable life entirely."

This thriving life causes the surging fury and killing intent in Qian Wuyou's heart to quietly transform into an even firmer obsession.

In his past life, he was all alone, with no ties or burdens.

But in this life, he has many clansmen who follow him, and a carefree younger sister at home.

He wants to protect all of this!

"Lord Wuyou, good morning..."

"Elder Wuyou, good morning..."

"Lord Legion Commander, good morning..."

Qian Wuyou walks along the path, and every clansman he passes bows in salute, their eyes filled with reverence and respect.

"Mm! Good morning, everyone!"

To these respectful greetings, Qian Wuyou nods slightly.

As the youngest Title Douluo in the family, holding command over the elite soul master legion composed entirely of level 70 Soul Saints, his prestige within the clan is immense, far surpassing that of Qian Renxue, who has spent years undercover in the Heaven Dou Empire; he is the pillar of support in the hearts of countless clansmen.

Passing through the flower-filled streets of the clan.

Before long, Qian Wuyou returns to his own estate.

This residence is not particularly extravagant, yet it is elegant and grand.

Clear springs flow through the courtyard, carrying a faint fragrance, and the pavilions and waterside structures are arranged with exquisite taste.

The buildings are decorated with white wood and gold patterns, possessing both the unique noble temperament of the Angel race and the warmth and stability of a home.

Pushing open the estate gates, Qian Wuyou walks straight into the main hall.

The moment he steps into the spacious and bright hall, three familiar figures come into view, and the killing intent he had suppressed in his heart is instantly replaced by warm amusement.

Sitting in the main seat of the hall is a dainty and lively young girl, swinging her legs in boredom, her cheeks slightly puffed out as if she has some troubling matter on her mind.

The girl is eighteen this year, with long golden hair, snow-white skin, and delicate features; her pair of golden eyes are clean and bright, and when she smiles, her eyes curve into crescents, looking very sunny and energetic.

She is none other than Qian Wuyou's own younger sister—Qian Wulu.

Wulu, as in "carefree and worry-free."

Qian Wulu has excellent talent; her martial soul is a Four-Winged Angel, she possesses Innate Full Soul Power, and she is currently a level 53 assault-type Battle Soul King, an outstanding little genius among the younger generation of the Angel Family.

Beside Qian Wulu stand a pair of twin sisters, both in their thirties and looking exactly alike; they have bright eyes and white teeth, their golden hair tied up, and they wear golden armor bearing the Angel Family emblem, their postures upright and their demeanor capable.

The only difference is that the elder sister, Qian Tianzhen, has a small tear mole under her left eye, and her temperament is steady and gentle.

The younger sister, Qian Wuxie, has a small tear mole under her right eye, and her personality is straightforward and decisive.

These twin sisters are Qian Wuyou's most loyal and trusted followers.

Both of their martial souls are Two-Winged Angels, and they are level 83 assault-type Soul Douluos.

Qian Wuyou specifically arranged for the sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie to be by Qian Wulu's side, firstly to protect his sister's safety, and secondly to keep her company and relieve her boredom.

After all, within the current Martial Soul Hall, strife is constant.

Bibi Dong controls both the Pope Palace and the Elder Palace; her heart is venomous, and she has always viewed the Angel Family as a thorn in her side, suppressing and targeting them at every turn, repeatedly causing trouble in the shadows.

Qian Wulu's current strength is too weak; if there is no one watching over her, it would be very easy for her to fall into one of Bibi Dong's traps.

"Hey!"

"Big brother, you finally deigned to come home for a visit..."

"I thought you were going to stay at the Holy Palace for a long time again..."

Seeing Qian Wuyou return home, Qian Wulu instantly casts aside all her worries, hopping and skipping over to him with a coquettish tone.

"Tianzhen, Wuxie, greetings to the Legion Commander..."

The twin sisters, Tianzhen and Wuxie, who are responsible for acting as bodyguards, also immediately bow in salute, their voices synchronized and respectful.

"Mm! I'm back!"

Qian Wuyou responds, casually finding a seat and sitting down.

"Big brother, that vixen surnamed Hu is bullying me again, along with that little hoodlum Xie Yue and that sycophant Yan. Won't you help me beat them up?"

Qian Wuyou had just poured himself a cup of tea when Qian Wulu spoke up beside him, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

Honestly, you really couldn't make this up.

There was now half a year left until the Spirit Master Tournament.

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan had all broken through to the fiftieth-level Spirit King rank, receiving focused training from Bibi Dong within Martial Soul Hall and being touted as the leaders of the younger generation.

Truth be told—that so-called Golden Generation wasn't even as good as Qian Wulu.

Qian Wulu was eighteen this year and was already a 53rd-level Power Attack System Spirit King, whereas the Golden Generation were all in their twenties and had only just barely reached the threshold of the Spirit King rank.

The gap in talent between them was obvious at a glance.

If it were a fair and square one-on-one duel, Qian Wulu could pin Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan to the ground and beat them senseless.

It was only because Hu Liena and Xie Yue possessed the Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Demon Charm—that she was suppressed by them at every turn.

"Little sister, handle the squabbles between you children however you see fit. Your brother here can't be bothered with such trifles!"

"I have very important matters to attend to during this time."

After saying this, Qian Wuyou downed his tea in one gulp.

Honestly, you really couldn't make this up.

Qian Wuyou had a very important matter at hand right now—and that was to defect.

He intended to take his own younger sister, Qian Wulu, along with those followers loyal to him, and "defect" together.

To leave this Martial Soul City controlled by Bibi Dong.

To leave this Angel Family, led by that pair of crouching dragon and fledgling phoenix grandfather and granddaughter, Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, where they were suppressed at every turn.