Douluo Dalu 2: Way of Heaven

A translucent purple ring materialized, its surface etched with arcane patterns.

"All according to plan."

Rank 31 – Soul Elder.

In a private dining room, chopsticks lifted rabbit meat from a hotpot. A mother rabbit, tender and succulent.

Dark eyes, icy with rationality, suppressed human emotion. An Zhen's mind had never been clearer, his thoughts razor-sharp.

Third Soul Skill: All Living Beings.

All Living Beings referred to every soul in existence. It could draw consciousness into his virtual world. Once inside, those of lower existence than An Zhen became subject to his absolute control—including the sensory manipulation he'd long desired.

Second effect: Mark of Life.

A passive imprint. Beings within his world gradually succumbed to its influence.

"Like the bio-magnetic field of a supreme entity."

"But what defines 'existence hierarchy'?"

What was the virtual world's rank? If Douluo World instinctively rejected it… perhaps it was significant.

Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. Speculation was pointless now. Pulling targets in required superior spiritual power and comparable soul power.

"But when the Martial Soul deactivates… where do unreturned consciousnesses go?"

He bought a Soft Bone Rabbit from the restaurant—the offspring of the one he'd just eaten.

Third Soul Skill: All Living Beings.

A confused rabbit appeared in the virtual world.

Deactivate Martial Soul.

"Hmm?"

A rabbit now floated in his spiritual sea.

Activate Martial Soul.

It reappeared in the virtual world.

He released the rabbit, paid his bill, and left. Soft Bone Rabbits aren't expensive, but millennial ones are rare.

His expression frosty, An Zhen stepped outside. He'd used the Ma Xiaotao NPC earlier, but the core issue remained. Time to return to campus.

"Master Sister, here for dinner?"

Someone blocked his path.

Three thousand strands of hair cascaded to her waist. Flawless skin, serene features—the epitome of grace.

"No."

"Oh."

He sidestepped.

She blocked him again.

"Does Master Sister require something?"

His expression remained neutral, but beneath the surface, An Zhen burned with the urge to spank this senior disciple.

"I heard you absorbed your third soul ring."

Her clear eyes studied him, yet she detected nothing—astonishing for a Soul Douluo. Even earlier, only the falling bun betrayed his soul skill's activation.

"My third skill is unique. An auxiliary ability—it generates a dream world based on reality. Time spent there multiplies meditation effects."

"But dreams may diverge… reflecting one's inner demons."

This was his official explanation.

Third Soul Skill: All Living Beings.

The images dwelling in all hearts.

Under Zhang Lexuan's slightly widened gaze, he detailed his skill's mechanics. A pure smile touched his lips, but his eyes remained analytical. "But Master Sister's soul power far exceeds mine. No cultivation boost—only demon reflection."

He extended an invitation: "Would Master Sister care to test it?"

Perfect timing. He'd needed a subject, and she'd delivered herself. NPCs paled next to the real thing.

"Very well."

The tranquil beauty nodded. This had been her purpose in coming.

"We need privacy." An Zhen turned, leading the black-haired senior to the front desk.

"One twin room. Departing tonight."

"Master Sister, my first attempt may take time."

"No matter."

The receptionist eyed the pair—a handsome youth and a serene beauty. Senior-junior relationship? Shrek students?

But why a twin room? Separate showers?

"Nine gold soul coins. Our walls are soundproof."

An Zhen didn't reach for his purse. He glanced back. She requested this.

"Master Sister?"

"Mm."

The taciturn beauty paid from her wrist-mounted storage device.

"Please register your identities."

The receptionist hid her shock. First time? Senior pays?

Rich senior spoiling her junior?

An Zhen produced his student ID. Zhang Lexuan offered a crimson card.

Third Floor.

The key turned. The room spanned sixty square meters—two beds, a bathroom, balcony.

The black-haired senior sat on one bed. An Zhen lay on the other.

"Master Sister, don't resist. Or I can't pull you in."

"Understood."

Third Soul Skill: All Living Beings.

Violet light erupted.

Virtual World

When the serene beauty opened her eyes, a familiar face smiled back—blue-haired, refined.

Her heart demon?

"Master Sister, congratulations on your wedding."

"Bei Bei" offered sincere blessings.

"Huh?" Zhang Lexuan frowned.

"Thank you."

A familiar voice spoke as arms encircled her.

"The night is young, Bei Bei. We'll take our leave."

"Bei Bei" waved cheerfully.

Zhang Lexuan struggled. A Soul Douluo's power—yet not a wisp of soul power answered her call. "Bei Bei—!"

A hand covered her mouth before she could cry out. She turned to see her captor.

An Zhen?

The youth flung open a nearby door, dragging her inside. The layout felt familiar—their real-world hotel room. But every wall had become a mirror.

Zhang Lexuan saw her reflection:

A resplendent black gown. Bare, jade-white shoulders. Hair bound with gray ribbon, dotted with stars. Untouched makeup highlighting divine features—a goddess descended.

"Master Sister recalls why you sought my Martial Soul?" His voice softened.

"Honored Ancestor said… you possess Limit Douluo potential." The admission slipped out.

So that's it.

Mu En's judgment was sound, even if An Zhen didn't know his criteria.

"Isn't this precisely what Master Sister desired?" His smile didn't reach his eyes. "Bei Bei and Tang Ya live happily. I became a Limit Douluo guarding the academy."

Context established. Now for my improvisation.

Yes… this was her wish.

"Then why?!"

His face twisted into a demonic snarl. Hands ripped her gown's skirt away, revealing legs sheathed in black silk—slender yet softly curved.

CRASH!

Her voluptuous frame slammed against the mirrored door.

"You chained me here with lies while your heart belonged to another!"

His palm rose—

SMACK!

Her buttocks quivered. Pain and an electric thrill shot through her.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Impressive resilience.

The acting youth admired the pliant softness beneath his palm.

"Mph…"

Teeth clenched, cheeks blazing, Zhang Lexuan repeated: This is a dream.

"ZHANG LEXUAN!" A guttural roar, saturated with fury.

"Why should I suffer?!"

"I am a Limit Douluo! The continent's strongest! I could slaughter that blue-haired brat! Burn Shrek to ash!"

"NO!"

The black-haired senior cried out. Truth or illusion—this was her life's purpose unraveling.

"Why…?"

The voice that followed was shattered. Abandoned.

The woman braced for more pain. Instead—

"Why bind me here with yourself?"

—————

An Zhen wove this grotesque play from Zhang Lexuan's earlier words:

To anchor the Limit Douluo prospect to Shrek, she'd made herself his closest companion. Yet her heart remained a sealed vault.

In his world, under the Mark of Life, fiction became believed truth. Wasn't this just a dream? And he knew secrets she didn't—lending the tale cruel plausibility.

"Forgive me…"

She watched in the mirror as he buried his face against her back. His sorrow seeped into her mind. Once breached, the World's influence trickled in.

So this was her heart demon?

The sole time she'd exploited an innocent for gain.

"And you'd never regret it, would you?" An Zhen accused.

"No."

The academy needed a Limit Douluo. She wouldn't let this potential slip away.

Tch. A woman coveting my power.

An Zhen longed for his adorable girl and tsundere young mistress.

Enough. Time to "dine."

Adjust settings: Convert all sensation → Pleasure.

Commence.

—————

Pinned on the floor, the black-haired senior was flipped onto her back.

"Mmph…"

Plump cherry lips met his.

Icy fingers traced her silk-clad thighs. Indescribable ecstasy flooded her mind. Silk-sheathed feet arched skyward.

"No…"

Eyes like clear pools reflected the despair in his.

An Zhen? Trapped by her deception?

If this is just a dream…

Three thousand strands of hair unfurled. A gray ribbon fell. Black gauze followed.

"Zhang Lexuan… I will never love you."

(I only crave your body.)

The grief-stricken youth declared.

"Forgive me…"

Guilt-ridden, her jade arms encircled his neck. Holding him eased the shame.

"Huh?"

The expected agony never came.

Of course. This is a dream.

But the earlier pain?

Before she could ponder, a torrential force unleashed a deluge of rapture.

(End of Chapter)

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