Six-Winged Fallen Angel

Three days later, after defeating every Soul Ancestor team at the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena, the Imperial Dou Team left Suotuo City early in the morning.

"There wasn't a single capable team at the Soto Great Soul Arena. Only the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena can make us feel any pressure," Dugu Yan said, leaning against Yu Tianheng.

"Yan'er's right. They were all too weak. I even miss the Jade Maiden Fighting Team," Osler said as he moved closer.

"Then you're thinking in vain. The Jade Maiden Fighting Team has already left Heaven Dou City," Di Lintian said.

Since the Imperial Dou Team had already become a Soul Ancestor team, the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena had not arranged a spirit battle between them and the Shrek Seven Devils.

Besides, Shrek should still have been in the Star Dou Forest, searching for their third Soul Rings.

"So what's our training plan next? There aren't any teams at the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena that can beat us either," Yu Feng asked.

"Perhaps we'll each cultivate on our own and prepare for the Spirit Master Tournament," Di Lintian said softly, his gaze turning north.

At noon, Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

The seven members of the Imperial Dou Team had returned to the academy and were lounging in the standalone residence reserved exclusively for them, enjoying a rare moment of leisure.

"You can cultivate on your own from now on," Mystic Water said. "Red Fire and I will be leaving for a while. The academy will arrange other teachers for you."

"Na'er and I will also return to Sky Dragon Pavilion after some time," Di Lintian said as he stood up.

The reason Di Lintian said after some time was because he had yet to harvest Dugu Bo's Immortal Herbs. Once he had harvested them, he would leave—but not for Sky Dragon Pavilion. Instead... he followed the direction indicated by fate and looked toward the distant north.

"You're leaving?" The five of them spoke in unison. Even the usually silent Ye Lingling sounded reluctant to see him go.

"Yes, we have our own things to do. But no matter when, we'll always be teammates. Before I leave, I'll give each of you a gift," Di Lintian said with a smile. The gift he meant was naturally Dugu Bo's Immortal Herbs.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the standalone residence.

"Who is it?" Osler asked doubtfully. This area was closed off to outsiders, and only the seven of them and their team leaders could come and go freely.

"Could it be the new teacher Mystic Water mentioned?" Yu Tianheng guessed.

"Why not open the door and find out?" While they were still speculating, Yu Feng had already opened the door.

"Young Master Lin Tian, His Highness the Crown Prince requests your presence." Outside stood an armored man, an attendant of "Xue Qinghe."

Qian Renxue? Ever since they had parted at the Soto Great Soul Arena, they had not seen each other again. Why had she suddenly come looking for him today?

"Let's go." After giving Na'er a look that said, Wait for me, Di Lintian spoke to the armored man.

"Young Master, this way, please." The man was exceptionally respectful.

Di Lintian guessed that "Xue Qinghe" had probably warned him about something.

"There's even a carriage?"

Following the attendant all the way to the academy gates, Di Lintian saw a Swan emblem on the carriage. It was likely a carriage exclusively used by the royal family.

Di Lintian stepped into the carriage. A faint fragrance lingered inside, remarkably similar to Qian Renxue's scent.

Could this be the carriage Qian Renxue usually rode in?

The carriage traveled into Heaven Dou City and stopped outside an upscale restaurant.

Following the private room number the attendant had given him, Di Lintian entered the room where "Xue Qinghe" was waiting.

During the days Di Lintian had been away from Heaven Dou City, Qian Renxue had found someone to impersonate Xue Qinghe for several days while she returned to Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue repeated every word Di Lintian had said to her about the Martial Soul Fusion Skill to her grandfather, Qian Daoliu.

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu said, "That woman cannot represent Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue understood what her grandfather meant. Spirit Hall had no ambitions and only wished to protect the Angel God's inheritance. The one with ambitions was her "elder sister." As long as she stepped down, Spirit Hall's position could change.

Di Lintian pushed open the private room door. Before he even entered, that fragrance had already reached his nose.

Inside the room was not Xue Qinghe's mask, but the exquisite face hidden beneath it, with its high nose bridge and delicate features.

"What did you need me for?" Di Lintian asked, walking to a seat and sitting down without ceremony.

"I..."

Looking at Di Lintian, who acted so familiar, Qian Renxue suddenly did not know how to convey her grandfather's words.

"Forget it. Sense it yourself." Qian Renxue gave up and held out her palm.

Once the compatibility of a Martial Soul Fusion Skill reached a certain level, the two people could sense what the other was thinking. The tacit understanding between Di Lintian and Qian Renxue had reached a full eighty percent, so they could naturally sense each other's concerns.

Just as he had last time, Di Lintian took Qian Renxue's hand and closed his eyes, carefully sensing what she was thinking.

Before long, Di Lintian understood what Qian Renxue meant. For the sake of the words he had casually used to brush her off, she had risked exposing an identity she had disguised for years just to return to Spirit Hall and ask Qian Daoliu. She was adorably foolish.

"Have you finished sensing it?" A faint blush colored Qian Renxue's lovely face.

"I have," Di Lintian said with a nod.

"Then why aren't you letting go?"

"Don't you want to know what our Martial Soul Fusion Skill is?" Di Lintian led Qian Renxue to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Here?" Qian Renxue asked in confusion.

"Of course not. I'll wait for you outside the city." As soon as Di Lintian finished speaking, he flew out through the open window toward the outskirts.

Two streaks of light, one black and one gold, crossed more than half of Heaven Dou City before landing one after another in a secluded valley outside the city.

"What do we do?" Qian Renxue asked as soon as she landed.

"What do we do? Naturally..." Di Lintian walked before Qian Renxue with a wicked smile and pulled her into his arms.

"Don't resist," he said softly.

Di Lintian's Soul Power slowly flowed into Qian Renxue's body.

The next instant, two yellow, four purple, and four black—ten Soul Rings slowly emerged. A flash of pitch-black Soul Power passed by, and their figures merged into one.

It was a jet-black angel!

His features were refined and flawless, like the most beautiful work of art God had created in the mortal world.

His left eye was black and hollow, while his right eye was holy and vivid.

His muscular lines seemed sculpted from marble, covered in black-gold divine patterns.

His arms were clad in black dragon-scale armor, and he held an Angel Demon Sword that radiated a fallen aura.

The six wings behind his back beat slowly, his entire form embodying the contradictory beauty of sacred majesty and abyssal depravity.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill: Six-Winged Fallen Angel."

An androgynous voice came from the Six-Winged Fallen Angel's mouth. Though the words were calm, they carried the majesty to judge all things.

Di Lintian held control over the Six-Winged Fallen Angel. Between the two of them, there was also another Martial Soul Fusion Skill controlled by Qian Renxue.

With a thought from Di Lintian, an Obsidian Throne appeared behind the Six-Winged Fallen Angel.

He should not have been he, but It. It reclined lazily upon the Obsidian Throne, its six wings half lowered as It spoke indifferently. "I shall grant you judgment—Holy Sword Judgment!"

As Its words fell, black feathers drifted down from the sky out of nowhere. Then dark clouds gathered, and a massive demon sword slowly emerged from them before crashing down in the direction It pointed.

Every word It spoke was filled with disdain for all things in the world—arrogance!