Douluo Continent: My strongest soul beast was exposed by the Heavenly Curtain?

Chapter 92 A Fallen Angel, Full of All Poisons! (Please continue reading!)

Wuhun Temple.

Inside the solemn and magnificent hall, candlelight flickered, and a golden angel statue hung high in the dome, sacred and majestic.

But at this moment, the so-called "diary" in Bibi Dong's hand felt like slaps to the face, striking this sacred object hard.

Her face was so dark it was almost dripping with water.

"This doesn't even deserve to be called a diary!"

She uttered a cold sentence, her fingertips tightening slightly, causing the pages to wrinkle.

This is hardly a cultivation notebook or a reflection on life.

It's clearly a blatant account of his philandering!

[Day 1: I planned to focus on my training, but unfortunately, my friends invited me for drinks. Tonight, I'm not leaving until I'm completely drunk!]

[The next day, hangover, headache, time to rest!]

On the third day, I began my cultivation. Ten minutes later, Dehua called me to drink, and I followed him! I didn't return home that night!

As I turned the pages, there was hardly a single day that I was seriously practicing.

It's either drinking or feasting.

It was either a banquet or a night of revelry.

When cultivation is mentioned occasionally, it's only a few words: "I'm in a good mood today, and my soul power has increased a little." "I casually pointed at someone and felt it was alright." It's all very casual, as if he's just passing the time.

The more Bibi Dong looked, the colder her expression became.

If it weren't for the three words "Qian Zhenxiao" clearly written on the cover of this diary, and the undeniable aura of angelic divine power emanating from it, she would almost suspect that this was a malicious fabrication by some hostile force, specifically intended to smear the ancestors of the Spirit Hall.

But it's true—it is.

Inside the main hall, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back beside her.

The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall had a calm gaze, seemingly unaffected by Bibi Dong's anger. However, upon closer inspection, a complex emotion flickered in his usually steady eyes.

The name Qian Zhenxiao is very prominent in the Qian family genealogy.

He was not only the first Hall Master of the Spirit Hall, but also the one who established the Spirit Hall's "Awakening Ceremony" system.

Every year, the Spirit Hall awakens the martial spirits of children all over the mainland. Regardless of wealth or background, as long as they are human beings, they can come to receive the help of the Spirit Hall.

This rule continues to this day.

It can be said that Qian Zhenxiao deserves much credit for the Spirit Hall's current prestige.

But now, what the sky is showing is this kind of person.

He was dissolute and indulged in all vices.

He had no shortage of wine, women, wealth, or power.

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a long time, but involuntarily recalled the stories his grandfather had told him when he was a child.

Qian Zhenxiao in the story is not a perfect person.

My grandfather once sighed and said, "Our ancestor Zhenxiao was talented but lacked virtue."

He was young then and didn't understand the weight of those four words.

Now, looking at the imagery of the sky again, everything seems to match up.

Talented but lacking in virtue.

While his virtue may not qualify him as a saint, his actions truly paved a path for the Spirit Hall and the people of the mainland.

It seems not entirely unacceptable that such a person would write such a diary.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell upon the sky, and he murmured softly, "Those who have forsaken the light—"

This assessment is by no means a lighthearted jest.

There must be a profound meaning behind being marked in this way by the sky.

Meanwhile, at the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace.

Inside the magnificent palace, Qian Renxue, dressed in the robes of a prince, stood by the window, gazing at the scene appearing in the sky.

Her gaze held a rare hint of curiosity.

"Qian Zhenxiao — A person who has turned his back on the light."

"Our Qian family actually has someone like this?"

She murmured to herself, her fingertips unconsciously tapping on the windowsill.

In her understanding, all families should have faith in light and regard angels as the highest deity.

But the blond youth in front of him was arrogant and unrestrained, and did not look like a holy priest at all.

"How did someone like that become a priest of the angels?"

The question kept growing in her mind.

At that moment, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.

The noise, laughter, and music mingled together.

Red lanterns hang high, curtains drape low.

A scene of extravagance and debauchery unfolds before your eyes.

[Grandpa, grandpa, come and play!]

Today, I, Qian Zhenxiao, am paying the bill for the entire event!

In the center of the image.

A blond young man, his robe half-open, holding a wine jug, laughed wildly and unrestrainedly.

He had handsome features, sharp eyes, and a somewhat unruly and arrogant air.

Her golden hair shone brightly under the lights, just like that of an angel.

But the place he was in at that moment was a brothel.

The entire continent was in an uproar.

"This...this is the first Lord of the Spirit Hall?"

"Am I seeing things? He's in a brothel?"

"They're paying for the whole thing?!"

Countless Soul Masters were dumbfounded.

Some were shocked, some gloated, and some sneered.

For many years, the Spirit Hall has upheld the banner of light, but now its ancestors have been publicly exposed in brothels by the Heavenly Curtain, which is a public slap in the face.

"A pure and radiant angel?"

"I think this is more like a fallen angel!"

"Hahaha, an eighteen-winged holy angel? Perhaps it should be renamed an eighteen-winged fallen angel!"

Discussions rose and fell.

Inside the Spirit Hall, many of the elders had ashen faces, but they had no way to refute the argument.

Because the visuals are incredibly realistic.

Bibi Dong snorted coldly.

"frivolous."

Her tone was cold, even tinged with disgust.

"Is this the first Hall Master of my Spirit Hall?"

The image of Qian Xunji involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

That nauseating hypocrisy and desire seems to—indeed—to have a certain sense of inheritance.

On the other side...

Qian Renxue was not as angry as Bibi Dong.

Her gaze, however, became even more focused.

"Unrestrained and unconventional —"

"How could someone like that become a priest of the angel god?"

She was puzzled, but did not immediately deny it.

The exposure of the sky must have a cause and effect.

in the picture.

Qian Zhenxiao raised his glass and sang loudly, surrounded by beautiful women, his laughter echoing.

But if you look closely, a faint hint of coldness occasionally flashes deep in his eyes.

That coldness was completely at odds with his outward indulgence.

Another place.

Li Yannian looked at the sky and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, isn't this the place where we first met?"

"It's really quite good!"

The Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor stood beside him, looking completely bewildered.

"Father, what are you laughing at?"

Xue Di asked curiously.

Li Yannian winked and said meaningfully, "What's that saying? Angels are meant to emerge from brothels: God's favorite place is an all-boys school!"

Hyotei:

Snow Emperor: "..."

The two women exchanged a glance, feeling that something about their father's words was amiss.

"Father, is this Qian Zhenxiao also an old acquaintance of yours?"

Li Yannian nodded without hesitation.

"Absolutely!"

"The three ironclad bonds in life are: studying together, fighting together, and—cough cough."

He smiled meaningfully halfway through his sentence.

The aerial footage continues to advance.

From the day he awoke, the young Qian Zhenxiao was destined for greatness.

When the Eighteen-Winged Holy Angel Martial Soul descended, the entire Qian family was shaken.

Holy light soared into the sky, and golden radiance fell.

On that day, even the angel statues seemed to tremble slightly, as if in response.

From that moment on, Qian Zhenxiao became the darling of the Qian family.

Second only to the emperor, above all others.

Family resources are allocated to them, they are worshipped and protected, and they receive imperial treatment.

Almost everyone believed that he would become the next Angelic Priest, leading the Qian family to even greater heights.

But...

Such a promising young man, on whom high hopes were placed, chose to indulge himself.

Play whatever is fun.

Eat whatever tastes good.

Gambling dens, restaurants, brothels, fighting arenas —

His presence is everywhere.

Even the noble sons of the Heavenly Dou Empire considered it an honor to sit at the same table as Qian Zhenxiao.

"Is this the priest of the angel god?"

"It's practically a complete culinary spectacle!"

"He has it all: wine, women, wealth, and power. If he doesn't fall into depravity, who will?"

The mockery intensified.

Even some Soul Masters who originally revered the Spirit Hall couldn't help but shake their heads.

However, just as everyone was discussing it.

The screen suddenly paused.

The initial mockery gradually turned into doubt.

Meanwhile, in a corner of an unknown mountain range.

Yu Xiaogang looked up at the sky, his fists clenched tightly.

The immense emptiness after Liu Erlong left him made him feel utterly defeated.

Seeing Qian Zhenxiao's actions, he felt a strong sense of resentment.

"Why should I—"

"How can someone who is utterly wicked become a legend?"

"And I, who devoted myself to the study of martial spirit theory, was ridiculed by the world and abandoned by my lover!"

He hissed softly, like a wounded, defeated dog.

However, just as he was about to question the exit.

The sky slowly revealed the answer.

The camera zooms in again.