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

"I need to tell Father the good news!"

Ning Rongrong stood up abruptly, her heart pounding as her cheeks flushed a fiery red. Leaving behind a single sentence, she turned and fled in a flustered panic.

Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing, after bowing their thanks, hurriedly chased after her.

"Phew~"

Zhou Yi exhaled a breath of stale air and closed his eyes, continuing to bask in the sunlight.

"Scoundrel!"

A coquettish voice sounded as the sunlight was blocked. Zhou Yi opened his eyes, and instead of the sun, he saw two radiant, moon-like curves.

It was Li Qingluo, the Lady of Mandala Manor.

Zhou Yi wasn't surprised.

With his strength, he had already sensed Li Qingluo's presence nearby, hiding and observing him. He simply hadn't bothered to acknowledge her.

"Jealous, Madam?"

Zhou Yi reached out, wrapping his arm around Li Qingluo's soft and curvaceous waist. With a strong pull, she fell into his embrace with a startled cry.

"Don't…"

Li Qingluo quickly caught Zhou Yi's wandering hand at her chest, flustered. "Someone might see us!"

"Then let's make sure no one does."

Zhou Yi chuckled, having no intention of letting her go. She had come seeking him, after all, stirring the flames of his passion.

The sun was high, radiating heat and light, stoking the fire within him.

One couldn't deny that Li Qingluo was quite well-off—her "granaries" were full. It was no wonder she had nurtured her "celestial sister" to such a tender and fair complexion.

At this moment, Zhou Yi was famished and ready to feast.

"You scoundrel… mmph…"

…

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan caught up with the fleeing Ning Rongrong as Zhou Yi was administering "acupuncture therapy" to Li Qingluo.

"Rongrong, wait for us!"

"Rongrong, you're quite bold," Dugu Yan teased, grabbing her arm and eyeing her with curiosity. "How does it feel?"

"What feels like what?" Ning Rongrong's eyes darted nervously as she tried to change the subject.

"Don't play dumb!"

Dugu Yan had known Ning Rongrong for a long time and was very familiar with her ways. "I'm obviously talking about you and the Martial Ancestor…"

"You're so annoying!"

Ning Rongrong stomped her foot lightly, shook off Dugu Yan's hand, and shyly said, "I'm going to tell Father the good news. I'm leaving!"

With that, Ning Rongrong fled in a flash, leaving Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan behind with gossip-filled expressions.

Before long, Ning Rongrong found Ning Fengzhi. Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo were present as well.

"Father!"

"Uncle Sword!"

"Uncle Bone!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong bounding over with joy, the three men smiled warmly.

"Guess who I just ran into?" Ning Rongrong asked proudly.

"Your teacher?" Sword Douluo Chenxin guessed immediately.

"Uncle Sword, you're amazing!" Ning Rongrong moved to stand by Chenxin, her excitement palpable. "The Martial Ancestor even gave me a gift. Can you guess what it is?"

Ning Fengzhi's heart sank slightly as he observed his daughter's jubilant demeanor. After all, Zhou Yi was notorious for his wandering eyes. It felt as though his precious cabbage was about to be uprooted.

"A cultivation technique?" Chenxin ventured.

"A pill?" Bone Douluo Gu Rong offered his own guess.

"Nope!" Ning Rongrong laughed. "Uncle Bone was close, but you'll never guess the effect of the pill!"

"Improves cultivation?"

"A Youth Preservation Pill?"

Chenxin and Gu Rong continued their speculations.

"Wrong! Both wrong!" Ning Rongrong said gleefully. "Guess again, Uncle Sword and Uncle Bone!"

Ning Rongrong's vanity swelled under their curiosity. She released her Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul, revealing an astonishing transformation.

Chenxin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi immediately noticed the significant increase in her cultivation. However, since Ning Rongrong had insisted the boost was incidental, they focused on her martial soul.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ning Fengzhi froze, his eyes widening as he stared at the pagoda. He'd sensed something unusual earlier but hadn't identified it. Now he understood.

Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda had gained two additional levels!

"Nine… Nine floors?" Ning Fengzhi stammered, his voice trembling with shock.

Chenxin and Gu Rong turned to examine the pagoda, confirming that it had indeed evolved into the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"Yes, my Seven Treasures Pagoda is now the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!" Ning Rongrong declared proudly.

"It really is the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!"

Ning Fengzhi was overwhelmed with excitement, though he couldn't ignore the immense favor he now owed.

While Chen Xin was pleasantly surprised, he wasn't entirely shocked.

After all, evolving martial souls was not something unimaginable for someone like Zhou Yi.

Once the initial excitement subsided, Ning Fengzhi intended to bring Ning Rongrong to thank Zhou Yi.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yi was nowhere to be found.

The master engineer Zhou Yi was occupied with infrastructure projects. Among his tasks, ensuring the proper functioning and maintenance of water pipelines was of utmost importance.

"Wasn't Martial Ancestor just here? How could he vanish so quickly?"

Ning Fengzhi couldn't enter Zhou Residence's private quarters, but Ning Rongrong had no such restrictions. She returned to the earlier location and searched around but still couldn't find Zhou Yi.

An hour later.

Deep within the garden.

Flowers bloomed in vibrant hues, competing for attention, their fragrances mingling in the air. Amidst the scent, there was a faint trace of osmanthus.

Li Qingluo's eyes shimmered with allure, her tenderness as soft as water. Like a languid kitten, she leaned into Zhou Yi's embrace.

"You rogue! You've bullied me to death!"

"Does Madam not enjoy it?" Zhou Yi teased.

Li Qingluo rolled her eyes and sighed softly:

"Yuyan even bore you a son, yet you still haven't held a proper wedding for her. Are you taking advantage of her being an orphan and widow?"

Her voice carried a trace of sorrow, her expression one of feigned grievance as if she'd truly been wronged.

Smack!

Zhou Yi's palm playfully landed, leaving Li Qingluo full of mock indignation.

"Shall I host one for you too?" Zhou Yi teased mischievously.

Indeed, he had yet to host weddings for several women in his life. Zhou Yi had already made up his mind to remedy this in the coming days.

Seven days later.

A piece of news swept across the continent like a storm.

Zhou Yi was getting married again.

And this time, he was marrying nine women at once.

"My heavens, is Martial Ancestor's vitality forged from iron?"

"Even iron has its limits. Haven't you heard the phrase, 'The grinding stone will wear even an iron rod down'?"

"Martial Ancestor is no mere iron rod; he's an artifact!"

"Snow Empress, Ice Empress, Xiao Longnu, Wang Yuyan, Azhu, Abi, Jing Ni—I know them all! But who are this Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness? Are they deities?"

"No way! Could it be Martial Ancestor has grown tired of mortals and now has his sights set on goddesses?"

"Impossible! If they were goddesses, wouldn't Martial Ancestor host separate ceremonies for them?"

The public speculated wildly. While the known names stirred little surprise, the mysterious Goddess of Life and Goddess of Kindness piqued immense curiosity.

After all, their titles carried immense weight.

Zhou Residence.

Outside shocks did nothing to disturb the serenity of Zhou Residence.

Zhou Yi lounged leisurely, cradling the Goddess of Life in one arm and the Goddess of Kindness in the other, basking in tranquility after fervor.

"You scoundrel! Who said I was marrying you?" the Goddess of Life playfully scolded.

"Then who else would you marry?" Zhou Yi chuckled, pulling her closer to his embrace.

By now, the two goddesses had been thoroughly subdued by Zhou Yi's sheer persistence.

Several days later, Zhou Yi hosted a grand wedding for his nine brides: Snow Empress, Ice Empress, Xiao Longnu, Wang Yuyan, Azhu, Abi, Jing Ni, the Goddess of Life, and the Goddess of Kindness.

Because it was a union of nine brides at once, the ceremony was exceptionally magnificent.

"My word, how enviable!" Ma Hongjun's eyes nearly popped out, wishing he could take Zhou Yi's place.

"Desire is a blade that cuts the bones," Tang San sneered coldly.

Since his loss to Zhou Haoyue, Tang San had taken time to recover from his injuries before setting off on solitary training. During his travels, he encountered Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, eventually joining Shrek Academy under Flender's persuasion.

"Even if one cultivates an indestructible Golden Bell Shield, how long can it withstand the erosion of beauty?" Tang San murmured, his gaze lingering on Zhou Yi's nine stunning brides.

"Better to let the blades cut me!" Ma Hongjun muttered, his face full of longing.

In the bridal chamber.

Under countless envious eyes, Zhou Yi entered the bridal chamber, facing what seemed like a battlefield.

That night, Zhou Yi transformed into the embodiment of unparalleled vigor, effortlessly holding his own against nine extraordinary beauties.

As time flowed on, Zhou Yi spent his days nurturing his relationships, crafting elixirs, and refining formation flags for the "Grand Zhou Heavenly Creation World Formation."

Until one day, the Goddess of Life began to sense an unfamiliar vitality within her. Her expression changed dramatically.

"How… could this happen…"

Though she had anticipated this moment, its arrival still left her flustered.

When Zhou Yi learned the news, he rushed to her side, confirming her pregnancy.

Excitedly, he lifted the Goddess of Life and kissed her deeply.

"We are having a child!" Zhou Yi exclaimed.

The Goddess of Life: "…"

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