Two years had passed since ling yun's title bestowing ceremony shook the whole continent.
In those two years the spirit hall had not known peace - only preparation.
The two children Yin yue and Qian Renxue has just celebrated their sixth birthday.
They were not longer the fragile infants carried in silk - lined cradles. At six year old, they stood straight backed and disciplined, shaped by relentless training beneath watchful eyes.
From dawn until dusk, their days followed strict order.
Etiquette first,
They learned how to sit without wrinkling their robes, how to behave with others those above them and those below them.
They memorized spirit hall history of thousand years.
Even their smiles were trained - serene, controlled, noble.
Yin yue learned to play qin and flute from Qing luan douluo.
Then came weapons
Qian renxue favoured the sword. Just like her father and grandfather.
Even at six, there was something sharp in her gaze - something resolute. The wooden training blade suited her naturally. She did not swing wildly like other children, she observed, calculated and struck with precision.
Each movement clean.
Each stance stable.
Yin yue was different
He trained with both sword and bow.
Where Renxue was steady flame, he was moonlit wind, a beautiful illusion.
He adapted quickly, his reflexes fast, his body light and flexible.
When he used the sword it looked beautiful like a dance, like a mystical Phantom.
But he preferred distance combat - the bow resting naturally in his hand.
Guanglin douluo took great interest in his archery practice, teaching him personally.
For nearly two years Qian Renxue and Qian Yin yue trained side by side.
They fell together.
They rose together.
During the two years time period Yin yue also revealed the secret of whale glue. He said that he found it in the books and records stating that after consuming whale glue the consumers found their body has been strangthtened.
After verifying it Qian Daoliu allowed his and Renxue to consume a piece of six thousand years old whale glue.
After this they consumed whale glue occasionally, because of the whale glue their body has become more strong and sturdy.
Douluo hall
Inside the grand douluo hall, silence resigned. Sunlight streamed through the towering stained - glass windows, illuminating the marble floor in soft golden hues. Dust motes shimmerd in the air like drifting stars.
The six winged angel statue stood tall in the centre of the hall, regal and magestic. The witness of ten thousand years of spirit halls glory. It's wings spread wide as if guarding the sacred chamber.
The priests of douluo hall were already present, standing in solemn rows.
None dared to speak.
At the very centre of the hall stood Qian Daoliu, his golden robes flowing lightly despite the still air. His presence alone made the atmosphere heavy with reverence.
To his left stood Qian xunji, calm yet sharp - eyes, the pope of spirit hall.
Beside him stood his wife ling yun, silent and dignified.
Today was not an ordinary day.
Today, the heirs of Qian family would awaken their martial spirits.
Today they will enter the world of spirit master's .
Qian renxue and Qian Yin yue stood in the centre of the hall, dressed in plain white ceremonial robes.
No flashy ornaments.
Because they didn't need them.
Renxue's golden hairs shined like molten gold.
Yin yue's purple eyes sparkled like gemstones.
They were bathed in the angels holy light.
Qian Daoliu stepped forward, looked at both of the children his gaze lingered on yin yue for just a moment longer.
The air thickened.
"Xiao xue, you go first" he said calmly.
Renxue looked at her little uncle and stepped forward without hesitation.
The moment her foot touched the centre of the array - light erupted.
Not flickering.
Not unstable - but pure.
Blinding golden radiance burst upward like a pillar connecting heaven and earth.
A vast silhouette slowly formed behind her.
First, wings.
One pair.
Then another.
Then a third.
Six wings unfolded fully, each feather radiant and flawless.
Her small figure lifted into hair.
A complete six - winged angel descended a magnificent halo blazing beneath it's head, sacred aura flooding the hall.
The pressure was holy, not oppressive - but it demanded respect.
Renxue's hair lifted in the light. When she opened her eyes, they glowed faintly gold.
Qian Daoliu extended his spiritual sense.
His voice echoed through the hall
"Innate spirit power level twenty"