Douluo Dalu 2: Reincarnated as the Auspicious Beast

"Teacher Du, Teacher Zhou Yi from Class One of the new students has already expelled ten students."

In the Wuhun Department's office building at Shrek Academy, a young-looking teacher intercepted Du Weilun, the Dean of the Outer Court.

This teacher was once personally mentored by Du Weilun until graduation, so instead of addressing him as "Dean," he simply called him "Teacher."

"This is only the first damn day of school…" Du Weilun rubbed his temples. "At this rate, by the end of the semester, it'd be impressive if even thirty out of the hundred-plus students in Class One are left."

"Teacher, shouldn't we try persuading her?"

"You think I haven't talked to Zhou Yi? Every time I bring it up, she just says it's her teaching method. Zhou Yi's temper is both foul and stubborn." Du Weilun sighed.

"But many of the expelled students now hold resentment toward the academy. That's not good for us," the young teacher frowned.

"Sigh." Du Weilun let out a long sigh. "But she does produce the most students who make it into the Inner Court."

That was just the official explanation given to the students.

If it were any other teacher, Du Weilun would have fired them long ago. But Zhou Yi just so happened to be the wife of Fan Yu from the Soul Tool Department. That guy had a high chance of becoming the first-ever Rank Nine Soul Engineer in Shrek Academy's history and was highly valued by Qian Duoduo. It was practically guaranteed that he would become the head of the Soul Tool Department in the future.

Although Du Weilun himself was a Soul Douluo, Fan Yu's status was simply far beyond his reach.

And the academy's headmaster had already made it clear that Zhou Yi should continue teaching—for the sake of maintaining good relations with the Soul Tool Department.

"By the way, Teacher Du, a parent of one of the expelled students wants to see you." The young teacher quickly moved on. "Apparently, the student didn't actually do anything wrong—just talked back to Zhou Yi a couple of times and got expelled. Do you want to meet him?"

The parent was a distinguished, silver-haired middle-aged man with a noble demeanor. He was polite and respectful, leaving a good impression on the young teacher, so he spoke a little more on his behalf.

"Which student is his child?" Du Weilun asked casually.

"I believe his martial soul is a dark-attributed gun, called… the Nether Extreme Spear?"

"Oh, that name sounds pretty badass. What's his soul power level?" Du Weilun showed some interest.

"Not very high—barely met the minimum requirement to get in."

"Forget it, not worth it." Du Weilun's interest disappeared instantly. No matter how great a martial soul was, it was useless without high soul power. He waved his hand dismissively. "Just tell him I'm busy and unavailable. The academy's rules are rules—there's nothing to be done."

"Understood, Teacher Du." The young teacher nodded.

"Sort out the files of the expelled students and have them sent home tomorrow. And make sure to give them a final warning, so they don't cause trouble later."

After saying that, Du Weilun opened the door to his office.

Just as he was closing the door behind him, he let out a low sigh. "That damn thornbush of a woman, Zhou Yi, always giving me headaches—"

Before he could finish his sentence, his entire body froze.

The soul lamp in his office was on. The curtains weren't drawn, and the sunlight outside was bright. But the moment he shut the door, the room suddenly darkened.

No… it wasn't that the room got darker.

The lighting was still bright, but somehow, the nature of the light itself seemed to change in an instant.

It was as if the light had died, leaving behind only a hollow, lifeless shell.

For the first time in his life, Du Weilun realized that darkness wasn't just about the absence of light.

The room remained well-lit, yet an inexplicable gloom and chill seeped into the air. A suffocating terror filled the space, as if countless unseen eyes were watching him. It was like standing in the depths of a lightless cavern… or inside the stomach of a colossal beast.

Everything in the room remained unchanged, yet it all felt foreign—sharp, dangerous.

Cold sweat drenched the back of Du Weilun's clothes in an instant.

Every fiber of his being screamed at him to run, but he couldn't. His student was still outside the door, within earshot. That boy was only at the Soul King level. If even a Soul Douluo like himself was feeling fear in this moment, then that child would have no chance of survival.

"Although I know you're busy, Dean Du, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you for a few minutes." A very polite voice spoke behind him. "Sigh, what can I do? My child is just too disappointing."

Like a rusty, wind-up toy, Du Weilun forced himself to turn his head inch by inch.

A strikingly handsome middle-aged man sat on his office desk, one leg casually crossed over the other.

He wore a black satin long robe, his silver-white hair neatly tied into a simple bun, secured with a black hairpin. Beside him sat Du Weilun's favorite teapot, and in his hand was a deep black teacup.

"Senior, you are…?" Du Weilun swallowed, feeling his tongue go numb.

"Old man's name is Long Xiaoyao." The man waved his hand nonchalantly.

Du Weilun's pupils dilated instantly.

 Dark Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao?!

Impossible!

Long Xiaoyao had been a top-tier powerhouse over a hundred years ago. He had already disappeared long before Du Weilun was even born. If he were still alive today, he would be at least two hundred and fifty years old!

That was a generation of legends.

By the time Du Weilun was born, that generation had already become myth. He only knew about them because of Shrek Academy's intelligence archives.

Among them was Dragon God Douluo Mu En, the Sea God Pavilion Master of Shrek Academy; Bright Phoenix Douluo Ye Xishui, the Head of the Sun Moon Empire's Worship Hall; and Gold Dragon Emperor Douluo Di Feng, who was rumored to be trapped at Rank 95 due to severe injuries.

And now, among them, aside from Di Feng—whose strength had supposedly stagnated—the other three were all Rank 99 Ultimate Douluos!

Long Xiaoyao had never officially joined any major force, yet his personal influence alone rivaled top-tier sects like the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

It was only because he remained aligned with the original Douluo Continent's three nations that the precarious balance of power had been maintained.

Shrek Academy's records suggested that Dragon God Douluo Mu En was slightly stronger than Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

But in this moment, Du Weilun seriously doubted that information.

He had met Mu En before—the old man was already withered by age.

But Long Xiaoyao? The man sitting before him was at least two hundred and fifty years old, yet he looked barely fifty!

Even if Du Weilun was shocked by how youthful Long Xiaoyao appeared, he dared not question his identity.

The sheer pressure emanating from him was far beyond that of a Super Douluo. That kind of aura couldn't be faked. And nobody in their right mind would dare impersonate this man.

"What… what brings you here, Senior?" Du Weilun asked respectfully.

It was rumored that Long Xiaoyao had some friendship with Mu En, so maybe he wouldn't kill him outright.

But Du Weilun also knew—if the Dragon Emperor Douluo really wanted him dead, it would take nothing more than a flick of his fingers. Crushing a Soul Douluo was easier than squashing an ant. Shrek Academy wouldn't even bother avenging him. If he died here, he'd just be dead.

"Sigh, Dean Du, it's like this. My child enrolled in Shrek Academy this year." Long Xiaoyao let out a deep sigh, looking as if he had a headache.

Du Weilun felt his lifespan shrink in half just from hearing those words.

"But this child has been too spoiled at home. After arriving at school, they talked back to a teacher… and got expelled on the very first day. So, about that…?"