Douluo Dalu 2: Reincarnated as the Auspicious Beast

An Wen and Wang Dong were whispering to each other, arguing about whether Wang Rui's words were true or not. The more they argued, the louder their voices became. Eventually, they were glaring at each other, neither willing to back down, sparks flying between them. It looked like they were about to start a real fight.

Meanwhile, the center of the discussion, Wang Rui, was lying on his desk, half-heartedly keeping his eyes open as he watched them argue while simultaneously conversing with Electrolux in his spiritual sea. He had no intention of getting involved whatsoever. In fact, he was practically itching to chant, "Fight! Fight!", enjoying the drama without a care.

However, the more An Wen debated with Wang Dong, the more she felt something was off. Narrowing her eyes, she scrutinized Wang Dong suspiciously.

"What's with that look?" Wang Dong bristled under her gaze, snapping at her irritably.

"I was just wondering… Could it be that your surname is actually Tang?" An Wen suddenly asked.

Wang Dong seemed to know way too much about what had happened ten thousand years ago. He was overly confident in his sources, which made An Wen suspicious.

After all, ten thousand years was enough for humanity to have gone through hundreds of generations. Over time, countless records had been lost, broken, and forgotten in the river of history.

Very few factions had managed to pass down their knowledge intact for ten thousand years without undergoing major upheavals.

What's more, the level of detail in Wang Dong's knowledge about Tang San was astonishing—so detailed that even in the era of ten thousand years ago, not just anyone could have known such things.

There were only a handful of factions that could possess such extensive knowledge about these hidden truths. Her own family was one, the now-declined Tang Sect was another, Shrek Academy counted as well, and then there was the Clear Sky Sect.

The likelihood of Wang Dong being from the Clear Sky Sect was the highest.

The Clear Sky Sect…

Remembering the warning she had received from the Divine Beast in the past, An Wen immediately became highly alert.

An Wen might seem like a carefree, silly cat on the surface, but in reality, she was just used to being free-spirited and lacked knowledge of human society. At her core, she was still one of the top predators of the Star Dou Forest, possessing sharp instincts and precise intuition. When it came to important matters, she wasn't clueless at all.

Clear Sky Sect's Young Master · Possesses a Second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer · But His Surname Isn't Tang

Wang Dong: …Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!

Wang Dong almost choked on his own saliva, coughing violently for a long moment before glaring at An Wen in righteous indignation.

"Of course my surname isn't Tang! My surname is Wang! If you're not going to use your brain, you might as well donate it to someone who needs it!"

"Oh really?" An Wen eyed him up and down, full of doubt.

Wang Dong suddenly felt inexplicably guilty.

All members of the Clear Sky Sect who had inherited the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul had the surname Tang. Then why was his surname Wang…?

He frowned slightly.

For a brief moment, Wang Dong had an odd sensation—his own name felt strangely unfamiliar to him.

But that wasn't anything unusual, right?

It was just like how if you stared at a single character for too long, it would start to look strange.

Shaking his head vigorously, he pushed away the momentary oddity.

"So what does my surname have to do with our discussion? There's no evidence proving that Tang San had any descendants…" Wang Dong slapped the table, continuing to argue.

"Then why couldn't it be that after Tang San and Xiao Wu ascended to the God Realm, they had a child, and that child later returned to the Douluo Continent?"

A calm and decisive voice abruptly ended the meaningless debate.

Huo Yuqing had been quietly listening all along, and she had never doubted Wang Rui's words. She didn't particularly care whether Tang San had descendants or not.

What she truly cared about was—if divine inheritances were passed down through bloodlines, like how the White Tiger Duke's title was inherited, then what did that mean for her chances of becoming a god?

How could she fulfill her promise to the Divine Beast and become a god standing on the side of the Star Dou Forest?

If she couldn't attain godhood, then wouldn't that mean her Sky Dream's hope of eternal life would also be lost?

For a moment, the girl was filled with uncertainty.

"I've lived for a very long time. Although I spent most of that time sleeping in the Extreme North, I do know that divine inheritances being passed down solely through bloodlines is quite rare," Sky Dream Iceworm comforted her.

"That Tang San was a special case. You don't need to worry. The Divine Beast would never have made you a promise that you couldn't fulfill. Besides, it's too early to be thinking about this. Focus on your cultivation first."

"Mm." The girl responded softly.

Meanwhile, on the podium, Wang Yan clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. His voice was gentle as he said, "It might seem a little early to talk about this with you all, but knowing about it in advance can help you set a goal in your heart and understand what direction you should strive towards in the future. I believe that this knowledge will have some benefit for you.

"All of you in Class One must work hard. If our entire class successfully graduates and enters the inner court, that would be the best outcome."

Of course, Wang Yan knew that if even half of them made it, it would already be impressive. But he still encouraged them in this way.

"Now, we will proceed with the most important matter since our class division—the election of the class monitor."

"Class monitor?" An Wen asked in a hushed voice. "What does a class monitor do?"

Class One didn't have a class monitor.

At the start of the term, when An Wen had called out the old woman, Zhou Yi, she had disrupted things so much that Zhou Yi hadn't even had time to elect a monitor before she was summoned by Du Weilun.

Having to deal with the students, who had been led astray by An Wen's antics, while also being unable to expel or punish them, had left Zhou Yi with no energy to care about electing class officers. Thus, the matter had been left unresolved.

"Never seen one before? The class monitor is basically the boss of the class," Wang Dong said smugly, feeling like he had finally regained some ground in their argument.

"Oh? Have you ever been one?" An Wen shot back.

Wang Dong had no memories from earlier in his life, so he naturally didn't know if he had ever been a class monitor. He could only shut his mouth.

Probably not, right? He doubted he had ever even attended an elementary soul master academy.

But what kind of illness had he suffered from that…

Wang Dong quickly stopped himself from thinking any further.

These past few days had taught him that if he continued down that train of thought, he would get a terrible headache.

"Since Class One consists of both the Assault and Control departments, I will elect one monitor for each department," Wang Yan announced, turning around and writing two columns of names on the blackboard.

"If anyone has objections to the nominees, you may raise them now."

Huo Yuqing's name was listed first among the Control Department candidates, and no one objected.

After all, everyone had paid close attention to the freshmen assessment finals. Even though they hadn't witnessed the final match firsthand, the details of that legendary battle of dual fusion skills had already spread throughout the outer court.

Then, lazily, Wang Rui raised his hand.

Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat. This kid speaking up can't mean anything good…

Sure enough—

"Teacher, I don't want the position. Please erase my name."

Wang Yan sighed, erasing Wang Rui's name with a bitter smile.

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