Chapter 2: You say your name is Ning Rongrong?
After finishing his meal, Wang Dong sat on the bed and began circulating his soul power to examine his physical condition.
Moonlight spilled over his face, and a pair of blue-pink wings slowly unfurled from his back.
They were exquisitely elegant and brilliantly radiant, shifting through shades of deep blue, azure, and light blue, as if a pink luminous halo was embedded within the blue sky.
A yellow soul ring rose from around him, and his wings fluttered gracefully—it was none other than the most beautiful Bright Goddess Butterfly of Douluo Continent.
Outside the window, the dark guards immediately reported this scene to Xue Qinghe.
What he did not see was that in Wang Dong’s palm, a tiny hammer was spinning wildly.
After circulating his soul power throughout his body, Wang Dong basically determined that his current body was about six years old.
Finally, he entered his spiritual sea of consciousness, and upon entering, he was stunned to find nineteen golden glowing rings resting steadily within.
Soul rings!
Wang Dong was overjoyed; he did not expect that the soul rings left behind at Haotian Sect’s Ascension Pavilion had followed him here.
This meant he no longer needed to spend effort searching for suitable soul rings.
Thinking of Haotian Sect, Wang Dong decided to find an opportunity to visit the current Haotian Sect.
After roughly understanding his situation, he withdrew his soul power and lay back on the bed, lost in thought.
He had thought it would be difficult to fall asleep in this unfamiliar place, but his young body could not endure for long, and he soon drifted off.
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The Crown Prince’s study.
“What? Butterfly wings? And soul rings?”
That little boy named Wang Dong appeared no older than five or six but was already a soul master.
“Immediately dispatch people to all branch halls to check for records of soul awakening.”
“Yes!”
After the dark guard replied, he hesitated for a moment before asking, “Young master, should this matter be reported to the Grand Sacrificer?”
Xue Qinghe did not answer, only casting a cold glance at him.
“Understood.” After saying this, he vanished.
Xue Qinghe stood up and looked through the window toward Wang Dong’s room, faint blue-pink light flickering within.
Butterfly?
There was no way it was an ordinary butterfly.
The next morning.
Wang Dong was awakened before fully rousing by a soft, sweet little girl’s voice from the courtyard.
“Daddy, I don’t want to come to the palace. I want to go get a soul ring with Grandpa Sword!”
Then the warm, gentle voice of a middle-aged man replied.
“Your Grandpa Sword is busy today and can’t take you.”
“Then Grandpa Bone, where’s Grandpa Bone?”
“They’re all busy. Just follow me well!”
The voices faded away. Wang Dong squinted and sat up, instinctively looking out the window.
The father and daughter figures had already gone, though faintly he could still hear the little girl’s complaints.
Unable to fall back asleep, Wang Dong got up to wash up.
Just as he finished, a knock sounded at the door.
“Little master, are you awake?”
Wang Dong waddled over to open the door, taking hesitant steps as he was still unaccustomed to his short legs.
He watched the maid’s gaze travel from head to toe and coldly asked, “What’s the matter?”
The maid crouched and said, “Little master, the Crown Prince has guests visiting and asked me to bring you to dine in the hall.”
Wang Dong frowned, recalling the conversation he had overheard. What did guests have to do with him?
He originally did not want to get involved, but since he was on another’s territory, he tidied his clothes, crossed his arms, and said, “Let’s go.”
The maid’s eyes sparkled; how could there be such a cute and handsome little boy?
If it weren’t for the Crown Prince’s guests, she would have wanted to pinch his cheeks immediately.
The journey was short; after passing through a corridor, they arrived.
Before entering, he again heard the little girl’s voice.
“Daddy, after this is over, can Crown Prince brother come with us?”
“All right, all right, after this I’ll take you. Now be good and eat.”
“Yay!”
Wang Dong’s steps froze, and he stood at the entrance of the dining hall, not going in.
Having never seen his own parents, even though he knew they still lived, he still yearned for parental affection.
Just then, his body suddenly lifted into the air. Wang Dong instinctively grabbed for something nearby.
“Little one, why don’t you go inside?” Xue Qinghe’s voice sounded, and only then did Wang Dong realize he was in his arms.
He kicked his legs and said, “Put me down. I can walk by myself.”
Xue Qinghe gently patted his bottom. “Children must obey.”
Wang Dong’s eyes widened in disbelief, his face instantly flushed.
“Y-you can’t do that!”
Xue Qinghe acted as if nothing had happened. “What’s wrong? Your little legs walk too slowly. It’s not good to keep the guests waiting.”
Endure!
Wang Dong held back his words and let Xue Qinghe carry him inside.
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Inside, the father and daughter stood upon Xue Qinghe’s arrival.
Xue Qinghe hurried forward. “Teacher, no need for formalities.”
“Greetings, Crown Prince~”
Although the little girl greeted Xue Qinghe, her gaze remained fixed on Wang Dong.
Wang Dong disliked such direct stares and turned around, resting his head on Xue Qinghe’s shoulder, pretending not to see.
Xue Qinghe seemed surprised by this and gently patted his shoulder.
“Teacher, Rongrong, he might be a bit shy. Please understand.”
Rongrong?
Wang Dong suddenly turned around, looking at the little girl who had been ignoring him before, then struggled to get down.
Though puzzled, Xue Qinghe released him.
Once free, Wang Dong immediately ran up to Ning Rongrong and widened his eyes to look her over carefully.
“You, your name is Ning Rongrong?”
Xue Qinghe, unsure of Wang Dong’s intentions, smiled apologetically at Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Rongrong had been curious about the little boy but was put off by his rudeness and turned away without answering.
Wang Dong seemed insistent, tilting his head and following her with his gaze, asking, “Is your name really Ning Rongrong?”
Ning Fengzhi noticed Xue Qinghe’s high regard for the boy and now understood the situation.
“Rongrong, you must be polite.”
Ning Rongrong turned to Wang Dong, seeing his anxious expression and sapphire eyes, and softened her tone.
“All right, although you were rude first, I’m magnanimous and will forgive you.”
Then she extended a hand. “Hello, I’m Ning Rongrong, from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.”
Ning Rongrong!
The first generation of the Seven Devils of Shrek!
Ten thousand years ago!!!
He had actually traveled back ten thousand years!
Wang Dong was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not notice the hand in front of him slowly clenching into a fist.
Ning Rongrong spoke softly, “Crown Prince brother, what is his name?”
Upon hearing this, Xue Qinghe took two steps back and replied, “His name is Wang Dong.”
Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and sneered, “Very well, Wang—Dong—”
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End of chapter.