Douluo Continent: I was exposed by the Heavenly Ranking after creating the Holy Court.

Chapter 96 Breaking Free!

A streak of light pierced the sky, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the clouds, leaving a golden afterimage in the void.

The outline of the Spirit Empire gradually became clearer below, the majestic Douluo Palace still bathed in a sacred golden halo.

A six-winged angel statue stands before the temple, its wings outstretched, as if overlooking the entire land.

The closer Jiang Che got, the stronger his unease became.

He sensed no fluctuation of soul power in the air.
Even the presence of ordinary guards vanished without a trace, leaving the entire Douluo Palace as desolate as an abandoned wasteland.

"Qian Daoliu and my Xiao Mi are both gone, and even the six Grand Masters are nowhere to be seen?"

Jiang Che frowned, his spiritual power spreading out like a tide, covering the entire Martial Soul City.

From the Douluo Palace to the Angel Temple, and then to the surrounding palaces and buildings, there was truly no one there. Only the angel statue still emitted a faint fluctuation of divine power.

"Something's not right," Jiang Che thought to himself, sensing something was amiss.
Could it be that Qian Renxue has already begun the final test, and Miris and the other elders have led their people to the far north to prepare for battle?
Take a moment to think.
Jiang Che's soul power circulated again, and he once again opened the seventh seal in his spiritual sea—the Void.

Jiang Che's figure gradually became transparent and merged into the void.
As he looked up at the void above the Douluo Palace, a dazzling golden light came into view.

The light and shadow were formed from countless golden feathers.

Her figure was graceful, with six wings spread behind her. A sacred and majestic aura emanated from her, and she was the manifestation of the remnant soul of the angel god.

The angel hovered in the void, gazing gently down as if guarding some kind of supreme treasure.

"Are you an angel?"

Jiang Che's voice was somewhat solemn as he asked, "It seems Qian Renxue has also begun her final test. Did you have Qian Daoliu sacrifice himself?"

"Oh?" The Angel God's eyes narrowed slightly, his words carrying a divine etherealness and a hint of amusement as he said, "Why did the Holy Lord rush here so hastily? Is it because he couldn't bear to part with Qian Daoliu, this Limit Douluo, or because he felt sorry for that little girl being all alone?"

"We have both." Jiang Che said bluntly, his brows still furrowed. "The invasion of the Abyss is imminent. The strength of the continent is already stretched thin. The more Limit Douluo there is, the greater our chances of victory."

"Besides, Qian Renxue has lived a life of constant anxiety, lacking maternal love since childhood. Qian Daoliu is her only concern. She is about to reach the other side of becoming a god, and you still want to take away her last relative?"

"Among all the people on the continent, am I the only one who took away her family? Why are you relentlessly pursuing me?"

The angel grunted, his tone laced with sarcasm, and said, "Wasn't her only mother, Bibi Dong, also judged by your own hand?"

"When you judged Bibi Dong, did you ever think about Qian Renxue's life of walking on thin ice?"

"At least I could give her angelic powers, making her stand above all living beings. What have you given her?"

"I..." Jiang Che was taken aback, and his mind flashed back to several encounters with Qian Renxue.

It seems that besides some tea and snacks, he only gave her two medicinal herbs, and that's how they established a deep bond.

"I was doing that for the sake of the mainland. Otherwise, if the balance is broken, the soul beast lineage will be completely wiped out, and soul masters will have no way to survive..."

As he spoke, Jiang Che's voice gradually faded, clearly indicating that he had lost his confidence.

"well,"

Seeing Jiang Che's speechless expression, the Angel God's light and shadow fluctuations slowed down, and he sighed softly: "I'm not teasing you anymore. Actually, Qian Daoliu is not dead."

Before she could finish speaking, she waved her hand.
A golden light screen appeared out of thin air and hovered in front of Jiang Che.

Within the light screen was the council hall of the Martial Soul Empire.
Qian Daoliu, dressed in a white robe and with a ruddy complexion, sat opposite a young man in a golden robe.

The man was handsome, and his body faintly radiated a gentle yet formidable light-based soul power.

This person was none other than Miris, the national advisor of the Spirit Empire and a member of the Holy Court War God Alliance. The two seemed to be discussing something, their expressions solemn. Qian Daoliu's aura was still that of a peak Limit Douluo, showing no signs of weakness after the sacrifice.

"He's still alive?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Che's eyes. "You didn't let Qian Renxue judge his crimes?"

The angel sighed, his tone unusually gentle:
“Her mother has already been judged and killed by you. I can’t let myself, the only heir, really become a lonely figure.”

As he spoke, the angelic spirit waved his hand again.
The light curtain slowly dissipated, and a figure appeared.

It was a woman in a white dress, her delicate body floating in a golden pillar of light; it was Qian Renxue.

At this moment, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her face was flushed with an unnatural redness, her breathing was slightly rapid, and she occasionally uttered a few indistinct words in her sleep, as if she were murmuring something.

Golden angelic power flowed slowly around her.
Behind her, the phantom of a six-winged angel unfolded, the patterns on its wings shimmering with a divine light, clearly indicating that it was at a crucial stage in the inheritance of the angel god.

Looking at Qian Renxue's slightly vulnerable appearance as she murmured in her sleep, Jiang Che suddenly recalled the plot of the original novel.

Back then, Qian Renxue took that final step when she imagined Tang San in her dream during her ninth test.

Now, the only man Qian Renxue neither dislikes nor admires is Jiang Che.

"You calculated the time in advance and deliberately waited for me here?" Jiang Che looked at the Angel God and asked in confusion.

The angel's figure gradually thinned out, but the smile on her lips was very obvious. Her voice echoed in the void: "The only people she cares about now are Qian Daoliu and the Holy Lord."

"Since the Holy Lord is pleased to grant her wish and has made an exception to preserve Poseidon's legacy for the sake of the Sea God's lineage, why not grant her wish as well?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the angel's light and shadow completely vanished.
All that remained was the golden pillar of light suspended in the void, and Qian Renxue murmuring in her sleep within it.

Jiang Che moved and slowly approached the pillar of light.

As the power of nothingness dissipated, his figure solidified once more.
Even standing outside the pillar of light, one could clearly feel the vast divine power contained within it, as well as Qian Renxue's slightly disordered aura.

"Jiang Che, is that you...?"

A muffled murmur escaped from Qian Renxue's lips, her voice soft and even tinged with dependence.

At this moment, Qian Renxue was completely different from the proud and aloof young master of the Martial Soul Empire.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she were experiencing something in a dream, and the blush on her face became more pronounced.

"Xue'er, it's me..."

Jiang Che stepped into the pillar of light and slowly pulled the figure in front of him into his arms.
Holding her soft, fragrant body in his arms, Jiang Che paused for a moment, then trembled slightly as he reached out and gently tidied the golden hair behind her ear.

The latter slowly opened her eyes, and the face she had longed for was reflected in them.

Qian Renxue hugged him tighter, feeling his body temperature and familiar scent, and said, "This isn't a dream, is it?"

A haven of gentle pleasures, a graveyard for heroes—even at this moment, Jiang Che still felt a sense of unreality.

His breathing became somewhat rapid as he said, "If this is a dream, I would rather never wake up."

After saying that, he forcefully kissed those alluring thin lips.

Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled slightly, and her wings unfurled, enveloping her and Jiang Che.
Beneath its wings, spring is in full bloom...

(End of this chapter)