Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

Was I too much of a genius, or was this technique too simple?

Probably because of my soul power.

The boy lying on the desk quietly opened his eyes.

The world in his vision split into two halves:

One half showed his classmates in reality; the aother, scantily clad beauties in the Virtual World.

He'd succeeded on the first try—directly entering the Illusory Dream stage after mastering Entering the Dream.

But moving felt laborious. He could only see the other side.

Attempting to lift an arm resulted in clumsy, uncoordinated movements.

According to the manual, the Illusory Dream stage was like rehabilitating from paralysis—either through tedious practice or by strengthening one's soul power.

Thankfully, his control in the Virtual World remained flawless.

An Zhen willed his consciousness back.

"Still need more practice."

Wu Feng watched as the boy sprawled awkwardly across a doorframe, flopped like a salted fish, then wriggled like an earthworm to the other side.

"Did you lose your mind?"

The beauty wasn't insulting him—she was genuinely concerned.

"Practicing the technique Head Senior gave me. A mind-splitting art."

Ning Tian's eyes lit up.

"It lets me act in reality while cultivating in the dream world."

Ning Tian's gaze dimmed slightly; the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect's mind-splitting art couldn't do that.

Scarlet eyes stared strangely at An Zhen. Plump cherry lips spat two words:

"Grind King."

It wasn't Wu Feng's nickname for him—it was what the entire first-year cohort called him now.

"Strength doesn't grow from thin air."

Except for his soul power.

An Zhen resumed practicing. As for class? He'd tasked an NPC puppet to take notes.

Two hours later, An Zhen finished today's session.

He'd progressed from total paralysis to freely moving one arm. The manual noted that controlling the first arm was easy—the true challenge was using half-consciousness to command both arms and synchronize the entire body. That was the key to reaching Awakening.

An Zhen stood up. With a thought, dust vanished from his clothes, restoring his neat appearance.

"By the way, Ning Tian, do you know where in Shrek City I can get high-end women's clothing tailored?"

The senior sister was proactive… but lacked knowledge.

So An Zhen wanted to pick his own "dishes."

"Hm?" Ning Tian grew vigilant.

The Nine Treasures heiress's sense of crisis deepened.

"There's Xiuniang Pavilion on South Commercial Street—very noticeable signage. Sets cost around 400 gold soul coins. They use spirit beast materials." The smiling heiress answered gracefully.

"I see." The boy lowered his gaze. "Head Senior gave me 10,000 gold soul coins earlier. That should suffice."

Head Senior!

Why was it always Head Senior?!

Behind the golden-haired girl, a fair fist clenched tightly.

"An Zhen... are you being kept?" Wu Feng couldn't help but blurt out.

"Feng-mei!" Ning Tian scolded.

...But she wanted to know too.

"Head Senior injured me accidentally. This is compensation."

Did this happen when he missed class earlier?

"Feng-mei, don't speak carelessly."

Just as Ning Tian relaxed, An Zhen added, "Not that I'd mind, honestly. Being kept by Head Senior sounds pretty great."

The handsome boy's face took on a pondering look—as if genuinely weighing the idea.

"You're a rising star of Shrek's outer court! Have some ambition!" Wu Feng retorted, radiating disappointment.

"No, no." An Zhen shook his head gently. "Why is being 'kept' seen as shameful?"

"Isn't it?" Wu Feng shot back.

"Rich families' kids get resources from their clans. In return, they uphold the clan's honor later, right?"

Wu Feng thought, then nodded. "True."

"A wealthy woman gives resources; a boy pleases her. Both give something for money and benefits. Why is that shameful?"

The crimson dragon maiden fell silent, glancing at her young mistress.

Strange—his logic actually made sense.

An Zhen held nothing against those who traded dignity for resources—if it was legal and ethical. Effort, sweat, dignity—all were valid currencies in an unfair world.

"The environment, resources, manpower for hunting spirit beasts, healing after battles, daily medicinal meals... Wu Feng, these cost astronomical sums for an orphan."

The red-haired girl stayed quiet. For the first time, she realized her casually accessible luxuries were others' unreachable dreams.

"But this applies to others. Wu Feng, we're geniuses. The kind Dragon God Douluo Mu En personally invited to stay."

The boy flashed his usual confident grin. "Any empire would offer me lavish terms to keep me—even marrying off a princess."

"Wanting Head Senior to keep me? It's because she's gorgeous! No loss here—pure profit!"

An Zhen teased.

Dragon God Douluo intervened?!

Ning Tian was stunned—then chose to believe it. An Zhen's Light Holy Dragon and arena feats defied all soul master logic.

As for empires wedding princesses to him? As the Nine Treasures heiress, she knew their limits. For his bloodline and power, emperors would do it—even offering multiple princesses.

"Haaah—" The golden-haired girl exhaled slowly.

What a sought-after prize!

If she didn't act now, once his talent went public, contenders would be at her father's level.

"An Zhen."

A clear, melodic voice rang out.

A shimmering silver minidress radiated pure charm. Waterfall-like golden hair shone like a goddess's. Every movement exuded grace. Her curvaceous figure showcased half-bare thighs—fair, supple, luminous.

The noble yet innocent girl stepped forward, blush blooming on her cheeks. Shyness spoke louder than any words.

"I wish to formally invite you."

Slender jade hands pressed against her youthful chest. Sapphire eyes mirrored infinite promise.

"Become my spouse."

Wu Feng stood frozen. Lips parted. No sound came out.

For her young mistress, An Zhen was the perfect choice.

She should be happy for her.

But... but...

Acid sorrow flooded her heart.

"?"

This direct?

A formal confession was a first for him.

"I thought you'd be more subtle, Ning Tian."

"You wouldn't say that if you hadn't held my hand earlier."

Ning Tian awaited his reply.

"Just your spouse?"

"What else could you want, An Zhen?"

The boy glanced behind Ning Tian, smiling. "Seems someone's about to cry."

He was surprised Wu Feng hadn't interrupted.

True love.

To watch your beloved walk into another's arms...

Wait, do I sound like a homewrecker?

But they weren't officially together.

"I'm not!" A choked protest erupted.

Jade hands wiped tears away. The stubborn girl turned her head.

"Feng-mei..." Long lashes trembled. Ning Tian hesitated.

A heart brighter than crystal—how could Ning Tian miss Wu Feng's unusual feelings?

But she'd always seen Wu Feng as a sister. And between them? Impossible.

"Ning Tian."

"Hm?"

"I accept your invitation."

Rejecting such a beauty? Unthinkable.

Joy lit the golden-haired girl's face... yet Ning Tian felt less happy than expected.

"Wu Feng."

The crimson dragon girl sat slumped. Her thin shirt couldn't contain her curves. Arms hugged her knees. Powerful legs wore black ankle socks.

"Join us?"

An Zhen extended his two-timing proposal.

Wu Feng froze.

Ning Tian stared.

Sighing, the golden-haired girl followed her heart. She strode forward.

"Feng-mei, will you keep living with me?"

Ning Tian couldn't abandon her lifelong sister. If An Zhen agreed... this was the best ending.

"Scumbag!"

The red-haired girl yelled through tears.

"Young Mistress!" Wu Feng threw herself into Ning Tian's arms. "Don't leave me!"

The favoritism is real!

An Zhen just wanted Wu Feng happy too.

"A free beauty for a wife."

"Pervert."

"What does Ning Tian think?" An Zhen looked to the heiress.

"I don't want to part with Feng-mei either."

"Then it's settled. We stay together."

Three together—both my wives.

"Okay."

"You got lucky, pervert." Nestled in Ning Tian's arms, Wu Feng looked content. Being with her young mistress was enough.

Ning Tian gained a super-genius without losing Wu Feng.

Wu Feng kept her place beside Ning Tian.

An Zhen won an elegant heiress and a fiery dragon girl.

Everyone won.

"One rule: Only I kiss my wives."

An Zhen cupped Ning Tian's face. Under the girl's shy gaze and Wu Feng's resentful glare, he savored her sweetness.

After a long moment, they parted.

The boy raised a brow at Wu Feng's adorable glare. "Want a taste? Fresh from Ning Tian~"

The golden-haired girl flushed crimson.

"Rawr!"

The little dragoness pounced.

She'd bite this scoundrel to death!

(End of Chapter)