You Must Use Your Angel to Protect Your Spider

Six years have passed.

Ever since that night of thunder and rain, Qian Xunji simply settled down in Soul Saint Village. He didn't go to the city to grind himself to death; instead, he resumed the "lying flat" spirit of his past life as a corporate slave, becoming a barefoot doctor in the village. The spider cocoon that A-Dong had transformed into was placed by him in a dark, damp cave, in the hope that it might one day hatch.

Since the great battle six years ago, the Pope Tang Hao had died of his wounds after returning, and the new Pope Bibi Yin had taken office. At the same time, Haotian Hall had attacked the Angel Sect, but because of a pact made years ago between the Great Elder Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu, they were forbidden from stepping foot on the Angel Sect's mountain.

Consequently, the Angel Sect sealed its mountain, and Qian Xunji was expelled from the sect. Meanwhile, their four affiliated clans—the Earth Dragon Clan, the Mammoth Clan, the Wind Sword Clan, and the Fire Leopard Clan—suffered greatly, with the Wind Sword Clan suffering the most severe losses.

Although this body had sustained internal injuries from a desperate outburst previously, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse, even for a Titled Douluo. Qian Xunji discovered that his Six-Winged Angel, when not being used for Angel Judgment or Divine Sanctions, possessed a gentle and holy light soul power that was absolutely peerless for treating the common folk.

Thus, the villagers of Soul Saint Village often witnessed a magical scene:

In the village clinic, the handsome and gentle Dr. Qian would radiate a warm, soft golden holy light. Under this divine illumination... Old Jerry, the village chief, would close his eyes in comfort while treating his chronic leg pain, and Auntie Wang next door would be using the holy light to treat her years of rheumatic bone pain.

"Dr. Qian's physical therapy is truly incredible! Every time I get treated, I can work in the fields for three days straight!"

"A living god descended to earth!"

Facing the villagers' simple and honest praise, Qian Xunji could only nod with a smile while frantically complaining in his heart: If his old man knew that their proud martial soul was being used to do the work of a township health center, he would probably be angered to death.

Beyond being a village doctor, Qian Xunji's greatest achievement in these six years was raising the little bun he had saved at the cost of his life—Qian San.

As a modern youth who had thoroughly read the original work, Qian Xunji had a clear bottom line for raising a child: he absolutely could not let his son be like the original, drinking inferior millet porridge from a broken bowl every day!

Over these six years, he had tried every possible way to provide Qian San with nutritious meals, using all sorts of herbs to replenish blood and qi, hunting wild beasts in the mountains, and even venturing into the Soul Hunting Forest several times to kill soul beasts for meat. He stuffed it into the little guy's stomach as if money were no object, and because of this, his financial situation remained quite good—often by robbing the wicked to provide for himself.

He had managed to raise Qian San to be full of vitality, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, a head taller than his peers, and a healthy, rosy complexion. He looked delightful, completely unlike the sallow and thin little wretch from the original story.

Of course, as the little guy gradually grew up, Qian Xunji also completely confirmed his true identity.

Every day at dawn, this kid would huff and puff his way up the back mountain, staring intensely at the sun, with purple light flickering in his eyes. When running around the courtyard, his footwork was slippery and elusive; when chopping wood, his hands would occasionally shimmer with a warm, jade-like luster.

Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, Mysterious Jade Hand...

Qian Xunji would often sit on the threshold with a cup of tea steeped with goji berries, looking toward the back mountain and clicking his tongue in wonder: "No doubt about it, this is that Tang San who comes with the Tang Sect outer disciple cheat. But looking at his current technique with poison... I wonder if he intends to revive the Tang Sect in the future, or join me in establishing the Qian Sect."

Today was the annual Martial Soul Awakening Day in Soul Saint Village.

Qian Xunji didn't go to the Haotian Hall branch to join the excitement; instead, he stayed in the clinic's backyard, slowly stewing a pot of bone broth. No matter how topsy-turvy this world was, his son was his own.

At dusk, the wooden gate of the courtyard creaked open.

Six-year-old Qian San walked in with steady steps. He wore a clean and neat coarse cloth outfit, his eyes filled with a contemplation that didn't match his age, though at this moment, that calmness was mixed with a hint of strangeness and excitement.

"Dad, I'm back." Qian San walked obediently to the stove.

"Finished the awakening?" Qian Xunji wiped his hands with a towel, asking a question he already knew the answer to.

"The village chief didn't look down on our family for producing a trash martial soul, did he? Come, show me."

Qian San nodded, his little face full of seriousness: "The deacon in charge of the awakening said I have Innate Full Soul Power. As for the martial soul... he said it's a trash beast martial soul."

As he spoke, Qian San slowly raised his right hand.

A faint, deep blue halo condensed in his palm. No grass, no vines—a spider the size of a palm appeared right in his hand!

This spider was a deep, profound blue, and its round abdomen and eight legs were covered in fine, exquisite silver patterns.

It was not a plant at all, but a lifelike, living arthropod that was even spitting a strand of crystalline spider silk in Qian San's palm!

Blue Silver Spider!

A pure-blooded martial soul derived from his mother, A-Dong, and her hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Spider Emperor bloodline!

Although it was the basic version...

Qian San looked at the spider in his hand, his eyes sparkling. As a former Tang Sect disciple, he had a natural affinity for such poisonous creatures; this spider perfectly matched his pursuit of hidden weapons and poisons.

Qian Xunji watched the Blue Silver Spider crawling obediently in Qian San's hand, his mouth twitching twice.

"Very good, this Blue Silver Spider looks... quite appetizing, ah no, quite imposing." Qian Xunji coughed twice and ruffled his son's hair.

Qian San looked up, checked the surroundings, and after confirming there was no one else in the courtyard, lowered his voice, speaking with a hint of reliance as if seeking protection:

"Dad... actually, I have another martial soul. At the time, I felt it was too eye-catching, so I secretly hid it."

Here it comes! The gears of fate began to turn wildly!

Qian Xunji forcibly suppressed his wildly upturned mouth and feigned seriousness as he raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Twin Martial Souls? Take it out and let Dad have a look."

Qian San took a deep breath and slowly spread his left hand.

In an instant, a golden light that was holy, warm, and majestic to the extreme suddenly illuminated the entire dim kitchen!

Within that dazzling holy light, a miniature golden phantom emerged in the palm of Qian San's left hand. It was a humanoid phantom with its eyes closed and hands folded across its chest, and behind it, six flawless, white, radiant wings were spread wide!

Six-Winged Angel!

The kitchen fell silent instantly. The golden holy light and the deep blue spider light reflected off each other—an angel in the left hand, a spider in the right. The scene possessed an indescribable sense of eeriness and harmony.

Qian Xunji took a deep breath, slowly squatted down, and looked Qian San in the eye.

He reached out his hands, one on each side, and gripped Qian San's two small hands that were holding the martial souls. He looked into Qian San's clear eyes and, with a seriousness he had never shown before—as if passing down some peerless faith—he said word by word:

"Son, you must remember this firmly."

"In the future, you are not allowed to add any soul rings to the Angel martial soul. Do not let anyone know you have Twin Martial Souls. Unless it is a moment of life and death... never expose the Angel martial soul."

"You must use the angel in your left hand to protect the spider in your right!"