Douluo: Marrying a Wife to Become a God, Having Children for Blessings

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the martial training arena of Yi Hua Garden, two towering and muscular figures stood facing each other.

Fists collided in an intense exchange, each blow fierce and relentless.

Every punch landed solidly, generating a deep, resonant thud as it struck chests fortified like steel.

These two figures were none other than Da Ming and Er Ming.

At present, they were training in the legendary martial art technique, Golden Bell Shield.

The cultivation of Golden Bell Shield was incredibly arduous.

The first step alone required enduring constant attacks.

The fiercer the strikes, the faster the progress.

"Big Brother Da Ming, Second Brother Er Ming, you're incredible!"

Zhao Wuji watched them train from the sidelines, his gaze filled with envy.

Zhou Yi had also passed on the Golden Bell Shield technique to him.

Unfortunately, his foundation was comparatively weak.

While his martial soul, the Vigorous Vajra Bear, gave him impressive physical resilience, it paled in comparison to the innate strength of Da Ming and Er Ming, both 100,000-year-old soul beasts—the Azure Sky Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape.

Zhao Wuji had only progressed to the third stage of the Golden Bell Shield.

The first five stages of the technique were considered basic, with relatively limited power.

Yet, Da Ming and Er Ming, who started their training later than him, had already reached the sixth stage.

"I must work harder!"

Determined, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and shouted at Flender, who stood beside him wielding an iron rod:

"Flender, hit harder!"

"Even harder!"

"Did you skip breakfast?!"

Thwack!

"Ah! Yes! Just like that!"

"Harder!"

Zhao Wuji roared as Flender, not holding back, swung the iron rod with full force onto his robust frame.

"Where did the teacher find such powerful experts? I've never heard of them before!"

Chen Xin, who was practicing swordsmanship nearby, glanced at Da Ming and Er Ming, his heart brimming with curiosity.

He deeply admired their strength.

Having sparred with them frequently, Chen Xin acknowledged that in a non-lethal fight, neither side could claim victory over the other.

"I must redouble my efforts!"

Chen Xin resolved silently.

Although he wasn't Zhou Yi's first disciple, he regarded Yu Xiaogang as nothing more than an incompetent fool.

In his eyes, he was the true first disciple under Zhou Yi's tutelage, the standard-bearer of combat strength.

He could not afford to be surpassed by newcomers; where would his dignity go otherwise?

Although Da Ming and Er Ming had not formally acknowledged Zhou Yi as their master, they could still be considered his disciples in practice.

And they weren't alone.

Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, Wang Chao, Ma Han, and others were all driven by a similar determination.

"We may be ordinary people who couldn't cultivate Soul Power in the past, but now that we've received the teacher's guidance, we must not lose to them!"

"After all, we were the first to follow the teacher!"

"Not bad, not bad!"

Zhou Yi sat upstairs, holding the stunningly beautiful Dong'er in his arms as he gazed at the disciples fervently training below. A satisfied smile spread across his face.

"When my Martial Sect is established, it will undoubtedly become the number one sect on the continent, unmatched in the world!"

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration.

"Powerhouses like the Clear Sky Clan and Spirit Hall took generations to build their legacies.

"But Zhou Yi, at just twenty-three years old, has already ascended to the pinnacle of strength on this continent."

Although the Martial Sect had not yet been formally established, its foundation was steadily solidifying.

"The weather is wonderful today, and the scenery (people) even better!"

Zhou Yi's gaze suddenly shifted, falling on a particular area in front of Bibi Dong.

(People)

"Yes, the sun is shining, the sky is clear... Hm—"

Before Bibi Dong could finish her response, Zhou Yi's mischievous hand wandered, and her delicate face quickly flushed crimson. Following his gaze, she looked down, noticing…

What she saw could only be described as otherworldly beauty, the kind that made one lower their head in disbelief.

"Stop it..."

Her exquisitely crafted features glowed with embarrassment, but Zhou Yi paid no heed.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Zhao Wuji and the others groaned and sweated as they trained relentlessly, enduring the grueling demands of the Golden Bell Shield.

Their teacher, Zhou Yi, proved no less diligent in his efforts.

Youthful energy and passion coursed through him as he threw himself into his endeavors with equal vigor.

An hour later.

Zhou Yi carried a thoroughly exhausted Dong'er back to their chambers.

"You scoundrel! Always bullying me!"

Bibi Dong's eyes glimmered like rippling water, her expression both shy and resentful. She shot Zhou Yi a helpless glare. If anyone saw this scene…

She couldn't bear to imagine the sheer mortification.

She had never realized before how mischievous he could be, nor how imaginative his antics were.

"I simply can't resist, Dong'er—you're too enchanting, utterly irresistible."

Zhou Yi didn't hold back his sweet words, planting a doting kiss on Bibi Dong's cheek. Despite the torment she had endured, his tenderness left her utterly enchanted.

In her heart, she thought: For Zhou Yi, I would willingly give my life.

"Dong'er, I've decided to visit Spirit Hall to propose. I'm going to marry Ling Yuan," Zhou Yi whispered softly into her ear, holding her close.

"Ling Yuan?"

Bibi Dong froze momentarily before realization struck. Her eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, "You mean Elder Ling Yuan?"

"That's right," Zhou Yi replied with a nod, recounting the events that had transpired in the Sunset Forest.

Bibi Dong, naturally, had no objections. After all, she was already the... well, the sixth to marry him.

Of course, Zhou Yi didn't neglect to inform Liu Erlong and Ah Yin about his plans.

The following day, Zhou Yi made his way to Spirit City.

Spirit City

Known as the sacred land for Soul Masters, Spirit City wasn't particularly large—its area was less than one-tenth of Heaven Dou City.

Yet, its grandeur left Soul Masters awestruck.

The city walls, constructed to the standards of a major fortress, were towering at 80 meters in height and over 30 meters thick, made entirely of granite. From the outside, they stood as an imposing barrier.

What set Spirit City apart was its unique hexagonal layout, unlike the typical rectangular structure of most cities. Each of its six walls bore an enormous relief matching the insignia of Spirit Hall, symbolizing six mighty martial souls.

The city itself was built around a hill, and two particularly striking buildings dominated its skyline.

The most magnificent of these was the structure halfway up the hill. With towering columns, a domed roof, and a golden façade that gleamed brilliantly under the sunlight, this was none other than the Supreme Pontiff's Hall.

Zhou Yi stood outside the Supreme Pontiff's Hall, his voice resonating powerfully:

"Zhou Yi has come to pay his respects to the Supreme Pontiff!"

His words caused an immediate stir within the hall. Even the Elders' Hall, housed within the same building, was abuzz with activity.

Before long, Qian Xunji appeared, flanked by elders including Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Serpent Spear Douluo Yu Long, Ling Yuan Douluo, and Devil Bear Douluo.

"War God Douluo, your esteemed visit brings us great honor!" Qian Xunji greeted Zhou Yi. Despite his irritation at Zhou Yi's uninvited arrival, he maintained a polite demeanor, gesturing graciously. "Please, come inside."

Zhou Yi followed Qian Xunji into the Supreme Pontiff's Hall, where Soul Master attendants served tea.

After some small talk, Qian Xunji could no longer contain his curiosity and asked, "Might I inquire as to the purpose of your visit today, War God Douluo?"

Zhou Yi sipped his tea leisurely, then looked directly at Qian Xunji and said, "To be frank, I'm here to propose marriage."

As Zhou Yi's words fell, the hall erupted in shock. The uninformed elders, including Yue Guan and Gui Mei, exchanged bewildered glances.

Didn't he just marry our Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, Bibi Dong?

And now he's here to propose again?

Does he think Spirit Hall is his personal harem?

Frowning, Qian Xunji's tone grew stern as he asked, "And which Soul Master from Spirit Hall has caught your eye, War God Douluo?"

Although male Soul Masters outnumbered females, Spirit Hall had no shortage of talented women across all levels. However, even after racking his brain, Qian Xunji couldn't think of anyone suitable.

Zhou Yi glanced at Ling Yuan Douluo, whose cold and striking beauty radiated a commanding aura. With a faint smile, he said, "It's Elder Ling Yuan."

"That's impossible!"

Qian Xunji's expression darkened as he slammed his hand on the table, rising to his feet in fury.

"Absolutely not!"

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