Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

An Zhen loved small animals.

Like little golden dragons, butterflies, fish, birds—even pretty little scorpions were acceptable.

Slurp—

A resilient black-stockinged leg curved over the golden-haired girl's shoulder from behind. The cat-eared girl kept her head lowered.

"Rank 25."

A soul power fluctuation rippled from the meditating NPC puppet. Though expected tonight, the virtual world's resistance accelerated the breakthrough.

Suddenly, I feel my cultivation's truly grueling.

Multitasking lectures while meditating...

Now accelerating soul power growth through the virtual world's resistance—all while replenishing eroded emotions.

Even model students couldn't match this diligence.

Then add a pillow.

A blue-haired girl appeared beside An Zhen, cradling his head against her soft abdomen.

...

"Is he cultivating or napping?"

The red-haired dragoness propped her chin on her hands, eyeing the boy sprawled face-down on his desk pillow. Her black-stockinged legs, sheathed in short boots, swayed restlessly beneath the desk—as if itching to kick the boy before her.

This guy.

She'd fulfilled their bet by wearing knee-high black stockings, yet he hadn't even glanced before face-planting onto his desk.

Are my legs unattractive now?

Forget it.

Wu Feng's frustrated gaze shifted to the golden-haired girl beside him. Ning Tian sat poised like elegant artwork, sunlight glinting off her as she took meticulous notes.

Hehe, Ning Tian~

Sleep on, An Zhen. Less time for you to charm her.

Ding-ling-ling—

The dismissal bell chimed.

The boy who'd "slept" all afternoon slowly opened his eyes. Under the class's collective stare, he stretched languidly.

Napping! He was totally napping!

The thought echoed silently across the room.

A pale yellow soul ring flickered alight. As students puzzled why their monitor would activate his first soul skill in class—

Whoosh.

A familiar soul power surge washed over An Zhen: the telltale sign of a rank breakthrough.

He pulled a notebook from his desk.

In the virtual world, mere thought handled most tasks—note-taking was effortless.

Approaching the lectern, he handed it to the beautiful teacher. "My notes, Instructor Mu Jin."

Mu Jin's eyes widened. She flipped through pages dense with script. "You've transcribed every word I spoke in class."

"A student's duty is to listen attentively." Everyone knew An Zhen was exemplary.

Mu Jin nodded approvingly.

Even more remarkable than Dean Yan's claims.

She addressed the lingering students: "Study Monitor An Zhen's notes. This is the standard to emulate. Especially those daydreaming in class—while you fantasized, your superior balanced cultivation and learning!"

"Don't assume talent excuses laziness! His methods demand greater discipline!"

Gathering her materials, she departed.

"I'll leave these on the lectern," the handsome monitor announced warmly. "Review anything missed, but don't remove them—others may need reference."

The helpful, class-conscious monitor then left to fetch his girl.

The moment he exited, students swarmed the lectern, jostling to see the legendary notes.

"Holy—! He really transcribed everything verbatim!"

The nearest student gaped at the evidence.

Wait—you actually CAN cultivate and take notes simultaneously?!

We're screwed.

They'd assumed privilege granted him naptime. Instead, they faced a grind king.

"Young Mistress," Wu Feng whispered to Ning Tian. He truly possesses such a power.

"World…" the golden-haired heiress murmured. Is replicating Martial Souls his only skill?

As his deskmate, Ning Tian knew the truth: An Zhen had lain motionless all afternoon, seemingly asleep. Yet upon waking—a soul ring flash, a rank breakthrough, and flawless notes materialized.

"Let's dine first."

As they descended the stairs, they found the boy waiting outside Class 1.

"An Zhen. Waiting for someone?"

"Mn."

His gaze drifted downward—toward their legs.

"Wu Feng."

"What?" The proud girl crossed her arms coldly.

"Beautiful. And excellently toned."

An Zhen's praise held pure sincerity. Well-exercised muscles truly eased fatigue.

"Pervert!"

A blush—whether anger or shame—flooded her cheeks.

"Our agreement covered only today," the little dragoness hissed. "I'm burning these tonight."

"What a pity."

He mourned the impending loss of scenery.

"Does An Zhen fancy Feng-mei?" Ning Tian inquired softly.

Instantly, fiery eyes locked onto An Zhen—a silent warning to weigh his words.

"Who wouldn't admire vibrant, beautiful girls?" His honest gaze shifted to the elegant heiress. "And I adore wealthy little heiresses too."

Hmph!

A crimson blur shielded Ning Tian—a little dragon guarding her treasure.

"Such words hardly suit a rising young prodigy," Ning Tian chuckled behind her hand.

"Poverty fells heroes," An Zhen shrugged. "I'm an orphan—no family burdens, no legacy pressures."

Being a "soft rice king" isn't shameful, he thought. If women seek wealthy men, why can't men desire rich women? Equality means admiring beauty regardless of gender.

You have what I need; I offer what you lack. Isn't that destiny?

Amusement glimmered in sapphire eyes—the clever heiress's thoughts unreadable.

"Over my dead body," the red dragoness growled.

"An Zhen! Have some ambition!"

A crisp voice rang out as the handsome pink-blue-haired youth approached with a petite boy.

"Can't help it—I'm lazy," An Zhen grinned. "But I'll pull my weight too."

Hao Tian Sect's young mistress.

Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's heiress.

After the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's schism—as Mu En's adopted daughter, does Zhang Lexuan qualify as their young mistress?

The Three Supreme Clans.

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