Douluo: My Spirit is Fallen Angel

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"Take this. Afterward, I'll have someone arrange your accommodations. Stay in the Spirit Hall and cultivate properly. As my fiancée, you cannot remain a mere low-rank Soul Ancestor." 

Soul power surged from the soul tool in Qian Renhan's hand as he retrieved a Qiankun Bag. From within, a peculiar herb emerged—its top bloomed into a golden tulip, while its stem and leaves extended like delicate, intertwined vines, exuding an intense, luxurious fragrance. 

"This is the Beautiful Silk Tulip—noble and resplendent, infused with both light and water attributes. The light element naturally enhances healing, while the water element nourishes your Nine-Hearted Begonia. It's a perfect match for your martial soul. Consuming it will allow you to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, as well as the radiance of the sun and moon, granting you immense benefits," Qian Renhan explained as he handed her the herb. 

"The Beautiful Silk Tulip… a legendary immortal herb!" 

For the first time, Ye Lingling's face revealed genuine shock. Her voice trembled as she stammered, "T-This is too precious… I can't accept it. I haven't done anything for the Spirit Hall to deserve this." 

"Eat it. Consider it the Spirit Hall's betrothal gift to your Ye family. I'll stand guard while you refine it." 

Qian Renhan's indifferent tone left no room for negotiation. His blood-red eyes carried an overwhelming sense of authority. 

Seeing this, Ye Lingling lowered her head like a startled fawn. As a member of the prestigious Nine-Hearted Begonia Ye family, she was protected by her clan's influence and generations of medical expertise, which granted her connections even within the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy. The nobles there dared not offend her. But the man before her was different. She had heard the stories—she knew how terrifying Qian Renhan was. Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the second-ranked sect among the Upper Three Sects, was nothing in his eyes. 

Her delicate body trembled slightly as she cradled the Beautiful Silk Tulip in her hands and whispered, "T-Thank you… Thank you." 

"If you're grateful, then hurry up and consume it. Don't waste my time." 

His words made Ye Lingling tremble once more, on the verge of tears. How am I supposed to interact with this person? she thought helplessly. Why is he so harsh? Aren't I supposed to be his fiancée? 

"Just take it already," Qian Renhan sighed impatiently. "The correct method is to eat the petals first, then absorb the nectar, and finally use soul power to activate its effects. Most importantly, you must remain calm and composed—any distractions will weaken its efficacy." 

Turning away, Qian Renhan let out a tired sigh. Why is my life filled with such exhausting people? he mused. My grandfather is a ghost, my father is a pathetic sycophant, my little sister is an idiot, and now my new fiancée is painfully shy… What kind of people am I surrounded by? 

Just then, Ye Lingling spoke hesitantly, "I… I have a request. May I?" 

Qian Renhan tilted his head slightly. "Speak." 

"If we are to be together… can we postpone having children?" Her voice trembled with plea. "My parents are still young… They still have many years ahead of them." 

Ye Lingling's words carried deep apprehension. The Nine-Hearted Begonia martial soul, revered as the greatest healing-type soul in the world, came with a dreadful curse: only one inheritor could exist per generation. At most, only two Nine-Hearted Begonia Soul Masters could live at the same time. If another were to be born, one must die. 

Her awakening had come at a heavy cost. Her grandmother, the predecessor of the Nine-Hearted Begonia lineage, had chosen to take her own life to ensure Ye Lingling's successful inheritance. Soon after, her grandfather succumbed to grief and passed away as well. 

She still remembered those days before her martial soul awakening—her grandmother had played with her every day, her face full of warmth and kindness. Those had been the happiest days of her childhood. When her grandmother passed, the grief nearly consumed her. 

But once she learned of the curse, her sorrow turned into guilt. She believed that her awakening had caused her grandparents' deaths. From then on, she shut herself off from others, fearing that anything she loved would ultimately be taken from her. 

A curse, huh? 

Qian Renhan nearly laughed. Does she really think her Nine-Hearted Begonia could pose a threat to my Fallen Angel or Shura Sword martial soul? 

Still, this gave him a reasonable excuse to keep his distance from her. 

"Fine," he said, nodding. 

Ye Lingling finally relaxed. Clutching the Beautiful Silk Tulip, she calmed her emotions and began consuming the immortal herb as instructed, sitting cross-legged to refine its energy. 

Meanwhile, within the Elder Hall, the powerful Titled Douluo elders, who had been meditating, couldn't help but feel envious. Becoming Qian Renhan's fiancée means receiving an immortal herb without lifting a finger? If only their descendants could catch his eye… 

Lingyuan Douluo even joked that if she weren't so much older, she'd have volunteered herself. 

Several hours later, a powerful surge of soul energy rippled outward. Light burst forth from Ye Lingling's body as her Nine-Hearted Begonia martial soul automatically manifested. A golden halo appeared over its petals, its radiance intensifying with each pulse. The flower, already stunning, now shimmered with a luminous, ethereal glow. The rich fragrance carried an overwhelming vitality—as if merely inhaling it could accelerate the healing of injuries. 

Nearly a third of the day had passed before Ye Lingling finally completed the refining process and opened her mesmerizing eyes. 

From his place in midair, where he had been meditating, Qian Renhan sensed the stabilization of her aura. He opened his eyes and asked, "How do you feel?" 

"My soul power has increased by four levels. I've broken through to Rank 45," Ye Lingling replied. "And… my martial soul seems to have undergone some changes." 

She summoned her Nine-Hearted Begonia, now more exquisite than ever. The already mesmerizing flower now gleamed with a soft, moonlit glow, while its bud radiated golden brilliance. Its fragrance had grown even richer, exuding an aura of life so potent that merely breathing it in felt healing. 

"It seems your martial soul has evolved. Have you considered giving it a new name?" Qian Renhan asked as he studied her transformed spirit. Naming things had never been his strong suit, so he left that decision to her. 

Ye Lingling hesitated briefly before whispering, "Moonlit Begonia… What do you think?" 

"Not bad. Sounds nice." Qian Renhan nodded approvingly. 

Hearing his praise, a faint blush crept onto Ye Lingling's cheeks. She stole a quick glance at him before lowering her gaze, her heart murmuring, Maybe… my fiancé isn't as difficult to get along with as I thought. 

Meanwhile, Qian Renhan had his own thoughts. At least this fiancée, though socially anxious, doesn't seem to lack intelligence. Looks like she won't be another Qian Renxue, constantly giving me a headache. 

"Come on. I'll take you to your new residence." 

Ye Lingling nodded, instinctively reaching for her veil to put it back on—only for Qian Renhan to snatch it away. 

"You won't be needing this anymore," he said coolly. "As my fiancée, no one will dare to bully you." 

Her new residence was nothing short of luxurious—on par with Bibi Dong's personal chambers. The finest skincare products lined the vanity. Plush rugs woven from the fur of Tianshan Snow Foxes covered the floor, and silk bedding ensured the utmost comfort, preserving the softness of a woman's skin. In the corners stood two exotic orchids, each towering three meters high, their delicate fragrance soothing the mind and banishing all worries, guaranteeing restful sleep. 

"I'm a student at Heaven Dou Imperial Academy… a member of Team Heaven Dou. I need to return and continue training with them for the Spirit Master Tournament—I can't stay here long." 

Ye Lingling's voice trembled as she spoke. She still didn't dare call Qian Renhan by name—his presence was simply too oppressive. But she deeply valued her teammates. Team Heaven Dou was one of the few places in the outside world where she had felt warmth, which gave her the courage to stand her ground. 

"Withdraw from the academy. I'll send the notice myself. Heaven Dou Imperial Academy isn't worthy of you." 

Qian Renhan didn't hesitate in his response. With that, he turned and left the room. 

He had barely stepped away when his spiritual senses picked up on Ye Lingling peeking at his retreating figure from behind the door. Letting out a quiet sigh, he thought to himself, Now this… this is a true treasure. 

(End of Chapter)