Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

Kisses.

Hugs.

Cuddles.

Nothing more.

The maiden tasting young love nestled into her boyfriend's embrace.

"Oh!" Dreamlike eyes snapped open as Wang Dong remembered something crucial. "You still haven't confessed to me!"

This ritual was non-negotiable.

"Alright. I like you, Wang Dong."

"Not Wang Dong." The girl shook her head emphatically. "Wang Dong'er!"

"Wang Dong'er."

Dark eyes gazed at the sprite-like girl in his arms.

Yes. She is Wang Dong'er.

"I like you, Wang Dong'er."

"Ahem." The girl's smile bloomed as she tilted her fair chin triumphantly. "Very well. This young lady grants you courtship rights."

Clear Sky Sect.

First Elder. Second Elder.

Missing parents.

An Zhen blinked.

Same as the original tale.

But with Huo Yutong as a girl, what was Tang San's scheme? Forcing a same-sex pairing? Like Ning Tian and Wu Feng in the original—turning one male?

Surely he's not targeting me.

"Seems I've achieved my goal—snagging a little heiress." The youth planted a kiss on her fair cheek.

"Remember that." She arched her pale neck. "Now, attend to your lady."

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Morning Routine

Reflect cultivation progress.

Tidy Huo Yutong's room.

"An Zhen! Wang Dong! Good morning!"

The loli beamed. Her cultivation speed had accelerated again. Though no major breakthrough yet, Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm promised one more pill would raise her innate soul power to Rank 3.

"Morning." An Zhen smiled warmly.

"Morning." The handsome boy's gaze faltered, avoiding those pure starlight eyes. The excited loli didn't notice.

Classroom Chronicles

An Zhen raised an eyebrow.

Over-the-knee white stockings.

—Ning Tian.

Same black thigh-highs as yesterday.

—Wu Feng.

This is true campus bliss.

"They're not the same! I changed them!" Wu Feng protested.

"How would I know without touching?" An Zhen deadpanned.

"Pervert!"

Falsely accused, he lamented.

Forget it. Time to... cultivate!

Before class began, Class 9's monitor was already meditating. His diligence sparked panic—if the top student was grinding, who dared slack?

When Mu Jin entered, she found every student pre-studying—except one slumped figure. She nodded approvingly.

This cohort shows promise.

Virtual World

Twin beauties with sky-blue hair, cheeks flushed pink. Not NPCs replicated by An Zhen—

Lan Luoluo. Lan Susu.

Twin sisters from Class 7. Original timeline's first Spirit Fusion技 users.

"Body-type Martial Souls."

"Pity—few achieve awakening-level potential."

Like Huo Yutong's eyes... and hidden brain.

"Net of Heaven and Earth."

Currently limited potency.

He placed one girl across his lap. Four white-socked feet dangled like frosted cakes.

Prioritize joy.

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After Class

The bell chimed. An Zhen awoke instantly.

A pale yellow soul ring glowed.

First Soul Skill: Reflect.

He retrieved his notes from the lectern—flawlessly copied during "sleep."

Cafeteria Chaos

Students swarmed the serving area.

"Again?!"

"Copied every word!"

"Must he outpace us in everything?!"

"Feng." The gold-haired girl in white stockings turned to her companion. "Did the package arrive?"

"An elder rushed it overnight, Young Mistress. It should be here."

But Wu Feng frowned. "Is that lecher worth it?"

His talent was undeniable, but investing after one day? Reckless.

Ning Tian tucked a golden strand behind her ear, profile elegant enough to stun the crimson-haired girl. "Recall he replicates Martial Souls. The last wielder of Radiant Holy Dragon... who was it?"

"Who?"

"Once the continent's strongest—Dragon God Douluo!" As Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's heir, memorizing legendary figures was fundamental. Though that era had passed, top experts never forgot its dominance.

Radiant Holy Dragon evolved from Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. If a new wielder emerged from their clan—how would orphan An Zhen access them? Unless...

Dragon God Douluo Mu En still lives.

And An Zhen is surely his disciple.

Can I even recruit him?

Regardless, the gamble was worth attempting. Even failure would earn favor with Mu En's heir.

Wu Feng watched her Young Mistress—radiant, noble, eyes shimmering like a girl meeting her beloved. But that affection wasn't for her.

She's an attack-type soul master.

But a girl.

A ten-thousand-year-old sect would never tolerate sapphic love. As for elopement? Wu Feng knew Ning Tian's resolve... and her clan's immovable might.

A retainer can't sway her lady's heart.

She stared at her black-stockinged legs—toned calves sculpted by training, the fabric enhancing their allure.

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Lunchtime Tactics

An Zhen knew nothing of others' sorrows, but he appreciated soft hands.

Seated between Wang Dong and Huo Yutong in the purple cafeteria, he held a girl's hand under the table with each of his.

She won't notice, both girls thought simultaneously.

'This scoundrel!'

Wang Dong spooned soup with her left hand while her right fingers were gently massaged. A white sneaker slammed onto An Zhen's foot.

She wasn't docile!

"Hiss—"

Attempted murder!

"An Zhen? What's wrong?"

"A stray dog bit me."

Huo Yutong: ?

Dogs in the cafeteria?

Moments later, Wang Dong flashed tiny fangs at him behind Huo Yutong's back and dragged the loli away.

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Afternoon Interlude

Ning Tian intercepted An Zhen post-class.

"Free this rest day?"

"Indeed. Why?"

"Our team should bond. My treat."

"Gladly."

Dorm Confession

The door shut. Wang Dong exhaled dramatically, face pale. "We nearly died at noon!"

"Danger inside the academy?" Ma Xiaotao?

"Uh-huh!" The blue-haired loli nodded vigorously as An Zhen pulled her onto his lap, hands roaming her white-socked feet.

"Mph..."

She flushed but didn't resist, nuzzling into his chest as unprecedented safety washed over her. She recounted their lunchtime horror:

A crimson madwoman erupted from Shrek Lake wreathed in flames. They couldn't escape. Soul power drained, they collapsed...

Awakening unharmed, teachers gave them Soul Ascension Pills as compensation—and silence orders.

"An Zhen~"

The loli produced a walnut-sized green pill from her Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges belt. Vibrant life energy pulsed within its crystalline form.

"For you."

Finally, she could help him.

"Huoyu needs this more! Give him mine!" Wang Dong insisted.

"Enough." An Zhen tapped both girls' foreheads fondly. "Keep your compensations. But I know about your attacker."

"?" Wang Dong eyed him suspiciously. How does he always know?

"Stall duty first. Explanations tonight."

Virtual World Reveal

After closing shop, An Zhen dressed the girls in sundresses. Before their curious eyes, a stunning red-haired woman materialized beside him—crimson dress scandalously short, revealing plush thighs. A cool demeanor clashed with her fox-like beauty.

"Ma Xiaotao. Inner courtyard senior. Disciple of Martial Soul Department Dean Yan Shaozhe. Martial Soul: Evil Fire Phoenix. Descendant of the original Shrek Seven Devils' Ma Hongjun."

"Though Ma Hongjun evolved his Martial Soul, his bloodline retained its corruptive fire. It erodes sanity—falling turns her into a formidable, remorseless evil soul master."

"The secrecy? Even Shrek can't shield her if empires witness her rampage. She'd be branded forever."

Author's Note:

Side dishes served. Accelerating plot—Third Soul Skill unlocks consciousness-pulling, enabling... expanded possibilities.