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

Ling Yuan Pavilion.

This was the residence of Ling Yuan, a Spirit Hall Elder.

Simple and unassuming.

Serene and elegant.

Ling Yuan stood by the window, her graceful figure outlined against the light. Her slender, straight legs seemed to stretch endlessly as she crossed her arms, supporting her ample curves, further accentuating her noble demeanor.

Her cold, striking gaze was fixed on the distant horizon, a trace of melancholy lingering in her expression.

Who was she thinking about?

Buzz.

Without a sound, a figure materialized behind her, their eyes heating up as they admired the captivating silhouette in front of them.

The figure moved forward silently, suddenly embracing the cold and enchanting beauty from behind, inhaling deeply to savor her faint, fragrant scent.

"Who?!"

Ling Yuan's delicate body trembled, her voice filled with shock.

She hadn't expected someone to dare infiltrate her chambers with such audacity. Even more shocking was that this person had approached so silently that she hadn't noticed until now.

Either their strength surpassed hers...

Or they possessed an exceptionally unique martial soul or soul skill.

As a Titled Douluo, her reaction was swift, but the intruder was faster.

Before she could resist, a terrifying force pressed down on her, effortlessly suppressing her martial soul and inner spiritual energy like leaves scattered by an autumn breeze.

In the next moment, a divine sword brimming with sharpness rested against her back, making her shiver as she stammered in terror:

"Who are you?"

"If you dare harm me, neither the Spirit Hall nor the Martial God will let you go. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you will not escape death!"

"Is that so?"

The figure chuckled softly, releasing the suppression on Ling Yuan.

Yet, Ling Yuan did not retaliate. Instead, she collapsed into the figure's embrace, gasping for breath, her face pale with lingering fear.

She turned her head, her gaze filled with reproach as she stared at the figure.

"You little scoundrel, you almost scared me to death!"

As she spoke, a radiant smile blossomed across her face, exuding charm and grace unique to a mature woman.

Little scoundrel? Little?

The man gave her a playful slap and teased with a wicked grin:

"Am I little? Shouldn't you already know?"

"Hmmph!"

Ling Yuan winced slightly, letting out a soft cry that made his heart skip a beat, her gaze full of grievance.

"If I hadn't been afraid of scaring you earlier, I wouldn't have just threatened you with my sword…"

The man smirked.

"I would've gone straight in and… dealt with you!"

"You're terrible! Always bullying me!"

Ling Yuan shot him a sideways glance, feigning anger.

Earlier, his concealed aura and deliberate disguise had rendered her unable to recognize him. If he had truly intended harm…

She dared not imagine the outcome.

Noticing Ling Yuan's increasingly intense gaze, the man quickly shifted the topic:

"How could I bear to bully you? To marry you, I even offered up my prized martial technique!"

Hearing this, the reproach in Ling Yuan's eyes melted into deep emotion. She looked at him with a pained expression and said:

"Yi, you didn't have to offer up the Golden Bell Shield for me. Even the Pontiff wouldn't stop me from marrying you."

"It's fine. It's only half of the Golden Bell Shield," Zhou Yi replied softly, caressing her delicate cheek with a tender smile.

"Even though the Pontiff can't stop me from marrying you, I didn't want to sour our relationship. A perfect wedding for you is worth far more than just half a technique!

"If trading half the Golden Bell Shield ensures everyone's happiness and gives you the wedding you deserve, then even the whole technique would be a small price to pay!"

In the distance, Qian Xunji: Happiness?! My happiness, your sister!

"Yi, why are you so good to me?"

Ling Yuan's eyes brimmed with unspeakable emotion, her heart trembling with gratitude.

Though she was a Titled Douluo, her potential had long been exhausted, and she was no match for Zhou Yi in every aspect. Not to mention, she was much older—a woman past her prime.

An "old auntie," as she saw herself.

"Loving you doesn't need a reason," Zhou Yi said with a smile.

Since ancient times, true feelings could not hold someone's heart, but clever strategies always could.

Half of the Golden Bell Shield: Hahaha! Who dares call me a common technique again? I've proved my worth!

Zhou Yi gazed at Ling Yuan's beautiful eyes, filled with emotion. His fingers gently slid across her fair, delicate cheek, trailing down to her—

"Did you miss me?"

"I did!"

Ling Yuan didn't mind Zhou Yi's playful antics; her heart was brimming with warmth.

"Where did you miss me?" Zhou Yi teased with a mischievous smile.

"Ugh, you're impossible!"

Ling Yuan shot him a coquettish glare, her legs tensing instinctively.

This little rascal.

Always finding ways to tease her.

"Mm~"

The scenery here truly was beautiful.

Ling Yuan's trembling hands clutched the window's railing tightly as her eyes darted nervously to the surrounding landscape, fearing someone might suddenly appear and ruin the moment.

Zhou Yi, having already left Spirit Hall, had snuck back in secretly. Naturally, he wanted to avoid detection.

But for the sake of the exquisite view, he hid behind Ling Yuan, enjoying the sight alongside her.

Together, they admired the splendid beauty of Spirit Hall.

In the Pope's Palace.

Within Qian Xunji's chambers, frustration burned in his chest, yet he could do nothing about the predicament Zhou Yi had caused him.

Filled with pent-up anger, Qian Xunji had no choice but to vent on the weak.

Unfortunately, this meant the Holy Maiden candidate, Bai Xue, suffered the brunt of his fury.

Originally, Bai Xue thought that after Bibi Dong married Zhou Yi, she might have a chance to gain favor. Tonight, when summoned by Qian Xunji, she had hoped he would accept her as a disciple.

Her heart was filled with anticipation.

But instead—

Well, perhaps this wasn't so bad.

Becoming the Holy Maiden was now out of reach.

If she could rise to the position of the Pope's wife, it wouldn't be a poor alternative.

However, she soon found herself surprised.

Why was the Pope's temper so fierce tonight?

And in the end—was that all?

So much thunder, yet so little rain?

"Old Qian, not up to par, are you?"

Zhou Yi, observing everything with ease, kept his spiritual senses attuned to his surroundings. Naturally, Qian Xunji's chambers were within his range of surveillance.

He had anticipated a more entertaining show.

But this?

No wonder, in the original storyline, Bibi Dong ended up killing him.

If it were Zhou Yi—

Dong'er would've long been won over.

Despite having the wealth and influence of Ximen Qing, he inherited the frailty of Wu Dalang.

Truly pitiful.

No wonder he ended up as Wu Dalang.

As night faded into dawn—

"Yi, your strength is incredible! I can barely keep up!"

Ling Yuan, soft and languid in Zhou Yi's embrace, traced her fingers along his sculpted muscles with a look of admiration. Only through personal experience could she fully appreciate the intoxicating power that made her utterly captivated.

It was like a small boat tossed amidst the vast ocean's crashing waves, endlessly battered.

Zhou Yi's chest swelled with pride as he held her delicate form tightly:

"Do you like it?"

"Like? It's more than that. Since meeting you, Yi, I finally understand the true meaning of living…"

Ling Yuan's eyes shimmered like water, her every expression brimming with irresistible charm.

"It's getting late; how about one more round?"

Zhou Yi smiled faintly.

Truth be told, among his women, Ling Yuan wasn't the most beautiful.

But her mature, elder-sister allure—

It was unforgettable.

The sun rose high.

Zhou Yi glanced at the peacefully slumbering Ling Yuan, quietly withdrew from her side, and disappeared into the depths of Spirit Hall.

At the same time—

The news of Zhou Yi's marriage to Ling Yuan Douluo, a Titled Douluo and elder of Spirit Hall, on the fifteenth of April spread like wildfire across the Soul Master world of the Douluo Continent.

"What?! The Martial God is marrying a Spirit Hall elder, Ling Yuan Douluo? Is this real?"

"Damn! Just a month ago, Zhou Yi married the Holy Maiden, and now he's marrying a Spirit Hall elder?"

"That's a Titled Douluo!"

"Unbelievable! The Martial God is getting married again!"

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