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

Agony!

The pain was excruciating!

Before leaving, Zhou Yuan landed a vicious kick squarely between Ma Hongjun's legs, then strolled off with Zhou Haoyue and the others in tow.

Ma Hongjun lay on the ground, his teeth knocked out, his nose flattened, and his eyes swollen shut. His once-lecherous, pudgy face was nearly unrecognizable, battered into a mess.

But the most terrifying blow was Zhou Yuan's parting strike—a ruthless, crippling kick aimed at ensuring Ma Hongjun would never father children.

Clutching his lower body with both hands, Ma Hongjun curled up like a shrimp, howling in agony. Yet with his teeth knocked out, even his cries of pain came out whistling. His body convulsed uncontrollably.

The word "miserable" hardly did justice to the scene.

He could clearly feel the devastation caused by that kick—everything was shattered beyond repair.

Although a powerful healing soul master could likely restore him, the damage was permanent. Like a broken vase patched back together, it might look intact on the surface, but it would never be the same.

Oscar and Dai Mubai fared only slightly better than Ma Hongjun. Their entire bodies ached, and they had no idea how many ribs were broken.

They were in the same pitiful state as Tang San.

Tang San lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky. The physical pain was nothing compared to the torment in his heart.

He had been utterly crushed again—by Zhou Yi's grandson, no less.

It seemed that he couldn't even hold his own against the grandchildren of Zhou Yi, let alone defeat Zhou Yi himself or restore the Tang Sect to its former glory on the Douluo Continent.

Bitterly closing his eyes, Tang San's mind flashed back to the towering silhouette of the Wind God. That mocking figure loomed in his memory.

When he was six years old, he had watched helplessly as his father was grievously injured by Xiao Wu's Wrath of the Wind God.

And today, Zhou Hong's Wrath of the Wind God had struck him down again.

"Curse it all!"

Tang San gritted his teeth, his entire being consumed by a sense of powerlessness.

"Once I perfect the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, I'll make you all pay!"

In his mind, he roared in fury. Yet, it was the impotent rage of a man who could do nothing.

Flender sighed deeply, gathering Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun to return to Shrek Academy for treatment.

Under the care of a skilled healing soul master, their external wounds were largely healed.

But the psychological scars were a different matter altogether.

Just a short while ago, they had been dreaming of the Tang Sect becoming the number-one sect in the world, defeating the Martial Sect, and stealing the Zhou family's beauties as their wives.

And now? They'd been mercilessly pummeled by Zhou Yi's grandson.

Damn it!

If even Zhou Yi's grandchildren were this formidable, how terrifying must Zhou Yi's children and Zhou Yi himself be?

Zhou Yi, of course, knew nothing about these events.

At that moment, he was reclining lazily in a rocking chair, basking in the warm sunlight. The chair swayed gently, lulling him into a state of utter relaxation, so comfortable he didn't even want to move a finger.

"Hm?"

Zhou Yi's brows furrowed slightly as the sunlight vanished, blocked by something.

Reluctantly, he opened his drowsy eyes, only to see two dazzling orbs obstructing the sun's rays. The reflected light drew his attention like a magnet.

"Erlong."

Zhou Yi's spirits lifted immediately as he took in the sight of Liu Erlong, her graceful figure accentuated in the sunlight. Her curves were flawless, her silhouette mesmerizing. Zhou Yi felt his fatigue evaporate in an instant.

The sun shone brightly overhead, the flowers seemed to bloom more vividly, and Zhou Yi found himself reminiscing about his carefree student days. For a moment, he almost wished he could go back to school.

Time flew by in Zhou Yi's tranquil yet eventful life. As days turned to nights, and the years rolled on, he found himself once again preparing for a joyous occasion—his wedding day.

Today, Zhou Yi was to wed Lie Yan, Lan Xiaodie, and Bai Yunfei.

The Zhou family estate was abuzz with excitement. Guests filled every corner, their chatter lively and curious.

"Does anyone know who Lie Yan, Lan Xiaodie, and Bai Yunfei are?"

"No idea! I've never heard of them before!"

"Where did the Martial Ancestor find these wives? Each one is as beautiful as a celestial maiden, yet their origins are completely unknown!"

"Could they have come from the Divine Realm?"

"That's entirely possible! There have been rumors for ages that the Martial Ancestor has already ascended to godhood. With so many otherworldly beauties appearing out of nowhere, it's hard to believe they're from our continent."

"You might be right. The Martial Ancestor truly is a divine being!"

The guests murmured amongst themselves, marveling at Zhou Yi's ever-expanding roster of stunning wives—many of whom seemed to have no discernible origin.

Even Pope Bai Xue of the Spirit Hall had arrived, accompanied by an ethereal beauty—none other than the Holy Maiden, Hu Liena.

The pair, one mature and dignified, the other youthful and radiant, stood side by side. Whether in terms of appearance, grace, or the prestige of their titles, they captured the attention of everyone present.

However, what intrigued the crowd was the near disappearance of Qian Renxue, the daughter of the former Pope Qian Xunji and Bai Xue, from public view.

In the corners of an unofficial forum, a secret note read:

"Qian Renxue: I'm lying low, training in seclusion with Grandfather, waiting for the day to defeat the Martial Ancestor and make my grand debut!"

Angel God: "Poor child. The end of all your efforts is merely the starting line of the Martial Ancestor's journey."

...

As the ceremony concluded, night fell.

A luminous moon hung high, its silver glow accompanied by the soft shimmer of countless stars. Zhou Yi walked with a light, carefree stride, heading toward his bridal chambers.

His first destination: Lan Xiaodie.

Though already his woman, and breathtakingly beautiful, the thrill of anticipation wasn't as strong. Perhaps it was human nature—always chasing the allure of the unknown.

Zhou Yi stayed with Lan Xiaodie for an hour, leaving only after she fell into a deep sleep.

"Phew!"

Quietly closing the door, Zhou Yi exhaled a long breath, glancing up at the pristine moon. His body felt refreshed, and his spirits soared.

This time, Lan Xiaodie had earned herself a new nickname: Blue Iron Courage.

No, that didn't seem quite right. Perhaps Blue Iron Heart would be more fitting.

Next, Zhou Yi pushed open another door. Bai Yunfei, seated on the bed, shivered slightly at the sound. Her heart raced, an unexplainable tension gripping her. After all, this was her first time as a bride.

Zhou Yi stepped forward and gently lifted Bai Yunfei's red veil. A pair of shy, crystal-clear eyes met his gaze before nervously darting away.

Her bashful demeanor only added to her charm, stirring Zhou Yi's heart.

"Yunfei," he called softly, wrapping an arm around her slender waist.

"Hu-husband…" Bai Yunfei murmured shyly, her voice barely audible.

The proud and valiant figure she had shown earlier, standing atop a white crane, was nowhere to be seen. In this moment, she was nothing but a delicate, blushing young woman.

With a shared cup of wine, Bai Yunfei's fair cheeks turned even rosier. Her entire face grew hot, the warmth spreading to her ears and neck.

"The night is deep. It's time for us to rest," Zhou Yi said with a playful smile, lifting Bai Yunfei into his arms and laying her gently on the bed.

By the time Zhou Yi emerged from Bai Yunfei's room, the night was well past its prime. Adjusting his belt, he made his way to Lie Yan's chamber.

Lie Yan, the Goddess of Wine, the Flame Empress, and the second inheritor of the Kindness Godhood, awaited him.

Zhou Yi unveiled her red veil, revealing her breathtaking beauty. Fiery red hair cascaded down her back, perfectly complementing her crimson bridal gown. Her flawless features and golden proportions embodied an otherworldly allure.

Her deep black eyes held a hint of shyness as they met Zhou Yi's gaze, igniting a fire within him.

Tonight, Zhou Yi was ready to test whether the Geocentric Red Lotus—nurtured for millennia in the molten heart of the earth—could truly melt him.

"Ah, husband, you're so—"

"This is called innate talent!" Zhou Yi interrupted with a grin.

"You're going to ruin me…"

As the luminous moon seemed to blush and hide behind a thick blanket of clouds, the twinkling stars peeked through, curious yet shy witnesses to the night's events.

Even the heavens grew restless. A sudden downpour descended, drowning out the moon and stars, as the symphony of life unfolded beneath the stormy skies.

Ding!

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