Douluo Continent: The Peerless Tang Sect, Angels and Rakshasa Return

Chapter 6 - The Imprint of Thought

Strangely enough, this pain came and went quickly. When the mental anguish reached a level that was barely tolerable for humans, the soul within this body... mentally collapsed.

Out of a sense of responsibility for herself, she examined her soul's condition and found that she was in pain all over.

"Damn it! It's all because of those bastards that they suddenly appeared and caused us to panic and run in the dark. If they hadn't shown up, I would have asked the angel to put in a good word for me, and I wouldn't be in this situation!"

"This is infuriating!"

The body's owner grew angrier the more he thought about it. He suddenly opened his dark red eyes, and the crossed scythe pattern on his forehead lit up. The scythe relief on the coffin in the distance suddenly shattered, and the purplish-black Rakshasa Demon Scythe transformed into a black arc, flying straight toward its owner with a piercing whistle.

The sickle, once again gripped tightly in his hand, emitted a joyful hum, and a dark red tinge appeared in the sickle's owner's eyes after he acquired it.

The next instant, a pair of dark wings unfurled freely behind her, and a purplish-black domain rapidly spread beneath her feet.

"This aura... it's actually the legendary Rakshasa Scythe! It's the Holy Maiden descending!"

Despite being forced to the ground by the power of Rakshasa and wincing in pain, the Evil Soul Saint still managed a forced smile and exclaimed excitedly, "Holy Maiden, please come with us! Only our Holy Church can restore the glory of the Rakshasa God to the world!"

The alluring fallen angel raised her head and sneered, "What, you expect me to wield a scythe and act like a rat underground with you lot?"

"No, no, no, that's not it. We just happened to be passing by today. We always have serious missions at other times." The Evil Soul Saint's face even showed a hint of pleading as he patiently explained, "You don't know, our Holy Spirit Cult is the number one evil soul master organization in the world. We have many titled Douluo powerhouses. As long as you come back with us, it won't be long before this Douluo Continent is yours."

"Oh, controlling the entire continent...that does sound very tempting!" The fallen angel pretended to ponder, while winking at Qian Renxue beside him, signaling her to calm down.

"Yes, yes, please come with us! We'll take you directly to see the cult leader," the Evil Soul Saint said, bowing and scraping hastily, seemingly already imagining what reward he would receive for bringing this person back.

"Your words are very persuasive, but... I refuse, because... I'm the kind of person who loves to say no to those who think they're in control!"

As she spoke, the Fallen Angel suddenly intensified her suppression of these evil soul masters. Qian Renxue understood immediately, drew her sword, and slashed. With a smooth set of angelic sword techniques, the evil soul masters fell to the ground and exploded into ashes in the golden holy fire. Only one evil soul master with the cultivation level of the fourth ring was left, trembling with fear while holding his head.

"Hey, how come you managed to slip through the net?" the fallen angel asked with a laugh, pointing at the last evil spirit master lying on the ground.

"Nothing's missing, this is for you!" Qian Renxue walked over and gently nudged the Fallen Angel, indicating, "You can't show the slightest mercy to evil spirit masters, otherwise, you'll be the one who dies. I know you seem ruthless, but you've never actually killed a chicken, but..."

"But... as you know, in this world, a truly virtuous person who has never seen bloodshed doesn't live long. You must learn to protect yourself."

"But..." The fallen angel's hand trembled, almost dropping the Rakshasa Scythe, and he said in a trembling voice, "Well, I... I've never even killed a chicken before, so, can we start one step at a time, beginning with killing a chicken?"

"..."

Unfortunately, all she received in response was Qian Renxue's earnest gaze and silence.

Helpless, the fallen angel raised his scythe at the evil spirit masters, constantly comforting himself: They are utterly depraved evil spirit masters; killing them is to rid the people of this scourge.

But her arms remained raised high, and she never swung the sickle.

"Don't be so ridiculous. Aren't you tired of holding such a big sickle?" Qian Renxue was so angry that she laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

"What a joke! I am the extremely ruthless successor to the Rakshasa godhood, how could I possibly be afraid to take action!"

Yes, the only hard thing about fallen angels is their mouths...

She stood there holding the scythe for seven or eight minutes. Qian Renxue couldn't bear to watch any longer. Ignoring the evil spirit master's pleas, she grabbed the evil spirit master from the ground and threw him onto the blade of the scythe.

The fragile mortal body was like a leaf torn by the wind before the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. The moment it touched the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, the evil soul master was torn in two. By the time the owner of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe reacted, blood and internal organs were sprayed all over her. She screamed and dropped the scythe in her hand, and lay on the ground retching in the open space next to her.

But her body hadn't eaten anything; all it had was churning stomach acid.

At this moment, Qian Renxue pulled out a clean cloth from somewhere and handed it to the fallen angel, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, you look too much like her now, I don't want to see her get hurt again!"

"Yes, she also told me she didn't want you to be too sad." The fallen angel nodded knowingly, took the cloth, and tried to wipe the blood off his body, but the paleness on his face wouldn't recover in a short time.

"Really! Did she really tell you that?" Qian Renxue asked casually, her beautiful eyes scanning the body back and forth.

"Yes, she was afraid I would have bad intentions towards you, so she reshaped my soul again." The fallen angel pouted in disappointment, then turned her head and saw Qian Renxue's burning gaze, a gaze that seemed to see through her skin to the deepest part of her soul.

Suppressing her embarrassment, she gave a dry laugh, instinctively crossed her arms, and twisted back, annoyed. "Hey, what kind of look is that?!"

In a daze, she seemed to hear a sigh. Qian Renxue shook her head, gazing at the fallen angel with his tragic fate for a long time, before lamenting, "We are still too weak. If we had completed the fusion of our divine equipment earlier, these guys would have died at our hands long ago. We need time to completely fuse our divine equipment!"

"I think this place is quite nice; no one bothers us much. Perhaps... we should stay here until we've completely fused with the divine equipment!"

"Okay, let's see what strange things these evil soul masters have on them first." Qian Renxue nodded and quickly walked towards the storage soul tool that had fallen to the ground.

Without batting an eye, the fallen angel rummaged through the storage soul tool on the ground and pulled out a bunch of strange and disgusting things like internal organs and eyeballs. He then took out usable gold soul coins and dry rations and placed them on the other side.

Qian Renxue was a little surprised by his practiced manner. She had just killed an evil spirit master and was vomiting profusely, so how could she not change her expression when flipping through these even more disgusting things? This was too strange!

As if possessed, she looked at the fallen angel's face, which was becoming more and more like Bibi Dong's, and thought of her mischievous other self. She mischievously called out to her, "I twisted my arm, come and rub it for me."

Qian Renxue thought her unreasonable request would be rejected, but to her surprise, the other person actually put down what they were doing and came over to gently massage her shoulders.

"?" Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment, looking at the expressionless face beside her, she raised her hand and patted her shoulder, asking in confusion, "What's wrong with you!?"

"What? What happened?" The fallen angel was also completely bewildered. Looking at what she was doing and then at Qian Renxue's puzzled expression, she exclaimed in astonishment, "I... I don't know what happened either. I just did what you said without thinking..."

"Do you expect me to do whatever I tell you to do? Why didn't you do what I told you to do earlier?" Qian Renxue asked, puzzled.

"Maybe...maybe it's because you didn't directly order me to kill it!" the fallen angel said sheepishly, head bowed.

After much thought, it seemed there was only one explanation. Qian Renxue sighed, took the fallen angel's soft hand, and whispered, "Shall we try again??"

"Okay," the fallen angel nodded subconsciously.

(End of this chapter)