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

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"What? The Martial God is getting married again?"

"My heavens, the Martial God is getting married again!"

"I heard this time he's marrying Tang Yuehua, the eldest daughter of the Clear Sky Clan!"

"Damn! Is he done marrying all the beauties from Spirit Hall and now setting his sights on the Clear Sky Clan?"

"Say it with me: Martial God, you're amazing!"

"Now this is what it means to be a real man!"

"If I have a son, he should aspire to be like Zhou Wushen!"

[TL/N: Wushen = Martial God.]

"Seriously, the Martial God has spent this entire year either getting married or on his way to a wedding. How does he even have time to cultivate?"

"Well, the Martial God doesn't need sleep, right? Maybe he invented the Golden Bell Shield because he was short on time. It allows him to cultivate tirelessly, granting him an indestructible body and limitless energy!"

"That actually makes sense!"

"I think for the Martial God, marrying wives is a form of cultivation. Do you know how the Divine Dragon Sword evolved?"

"I do! Hehe."

…

With Zhou Yi and the Clear Sky Clan sending out wedding invitations far and wide, the Douluo Continent was once again shaken.

Zhou Yi was getting married—again.

By now, no one was surprised. He had married so many women that another marriage was hardly news.

After all, men love beauty.

And Zhou Yi had the wealth, the skill, and the power. Even if he married a new wife every day, no one would be surprised.

What stunned people was that this time, he was marrying Tang Yuehua of the Clear Sky Clan.

First, Spirit Hall, the holy land of Soul Masters.

Now, the number one sect on the continent, the Clear Sky Clan.

Was Zhou Yi planning to marry all the top-tier beauties from the most powerful factions on the continent?

The entire Douluo Continent erupted. Countless Soul Masters and ordinary dreamers alike flocked to Notting City.

The Martial God Douluo Zhou Yi.

A name already known throughout the land.

The Martial Ancestor Zhou Yi.

This title, too, was rapidly gaining popularity among the common folk.

For ordinary people, "Martial Ancestor" held a special resonance, as Zhou Yi's Long Fist techniques had begun spreading widely among them.

To them, Zhou Yi was the ancestor of martial arts.

Rather than "Martial God Douluo," they preferred to call him the Martial Ancestor.

…

Time flew by.

Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye.

Notting City was adorned with festive decorations, a joyous atmosphere filling the air.

The enormous Yihua Garden was packed with people.

Standing guard at the entrance were Da Ming and Er Ming, towering like two ferocious gate guardians. Their massive and intimidating presence inspired awe, ensuring that no one dared act rashly.

"Where did these two come from? They seem to have cultivated the Golden Bell Shield to a profound level—they even give me a sense of danger!"

Tang Chen cast a deep glance at Da Ming and Er Ming, puzzled as to where Zhou Yi had found such formidable experts.

It was well known that every Titled Douluo on the Douluo Continent was a renowned figure.

There were no anonymous, "wild" Titled Douluo to speak of.

After failing to unravel the mystery, Tang Chen entered the venue.

Yu Xiaogang, Zhao Wuji, Chen Xin, and other disciples were busy welcoming guests and maintaining order to ensure a perfect wedding.

During the past two weeks, Zhou Yi had spent time with Liu Erlong, Ah Yin, Li Baishi, Li Shishi, Bibi Dong, and Ling Yuan—even Yan Rou.

He was reveling in bliss, utterly captivated.

Today.

Dressed in a crimson wedding robe, Zhou Yi exuded charm and confidence with his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.

The Clear Sky Clan had spared no effort in their preparations, matching the grandeur of Spirit Hall's past events.

The spectacle left countless Soul Masters awestruck and deeply impressed.

As Zhou Yi walked hand in hand with Tang Yuehua, everyone gazed at them with envy, offering their heartfelt congratulations.

"Congratulations to Martial God Douluo and Miss Tang! Wishing you happiness and a long life together!"

"Congratulations to Martial God Douluo and Miss Tang! May you be blessed with children and eternal harmony!"

…

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao watched the scene with mixed emotions.

They had already attended Zhou Yi's wedding with their goddess, Ah Yin.

Back then, the groom was Zhou Yi.

And today, they were attending their younger sister's wedding.

The groom was still Zhou Yi.

Tang Chen stood beside them, equally conflicted. His goddess had been claimed by Zhou Yi, and his granddaughter had been taken by Zhou Yi.

And yet, he could do nothing about it.

What a bitter pill to swallow.

Sigh.

…

Night fell, and stars adorned the sky like a flowing river of light.

In the bridal chamber.

Tang Yuehua, dressed in an exquisite gown, sat elegantly on the bed. Her noble and refined aura was captivating.

Her innate domain, the Noble Halo, amplified her grace to perfection.

"Yuehua!"

Lifting her veil, Zhou Yi revealed her delicate face, flushed with a mix of shyness and joy.

"Husband!"

Her soft, melodious voice carried a hint of long-held anticipation and happiness.

After all, she had attended many of Zhou Yi's previous weddings.

Back when Zhou Yi married Ah Yin, she was already present.

It was on that night, while dealing with a flower thief, that she had her first fateful encounter with Zhou Yi.

And today, it was finally her turn.

"The night is deep; let us rest!"

Zhou Yi scooped Tang Yuehua into his arms.

"Husband, be gentle!"

"Don't worry, I know my limits!"

With masterful medical knowledge, Zhou Yi naturally ensured that Tang Yuehua's unborn child would remain unharmed.

The flames of the dragon-and-phoenix candles flickered and danced, their melting wax trickling down like tears, as though bearing witness to the romance of the night.

The night was long and full of tender passion.

Tang Yuehua seemed to radiate a unique allure tonight, one that was utterly mesmerizing.

By dawn, Zhou Yi gazed at the sleeping beauty in his arms, her face still tinged with a rosy hue. Traces of unshed tears lingered at the corners of her eyes, stirring his heart.

The sunlight streamed through the windows, touching Tang Yuehua's delicate features.

As Zhou Yi gently moved to get up, the slight motion woke Tang Yuehua.

With a furrowed brow and a soft sigh, she opened her eyes to see Zhou Yi's sturdy figure. Remembering the events of the night before, she pouted playfully.

"You big bully..."

"Hehe, rest well. I'll make some nourishing soup for you!"

Zhou Yi kissed her forehead lovingly before getting up to prepare tonics for her recovery.

Moved by his care, Tang Yuehua's heart brimmed with sweetness. She tenderly stroked her abdomen, a radiant maternal glow gracing her features.

Though, recalling Zhou Yi's "gentle" claims, she couldn't help but want to playfully punch him.

…

Following Tang Yuehua's wedding, Zhou Yi continued to enjoy his leisurely, blissful days in Notting City, with life as fulfilling as ever.

However, he began to notice something peculiar.

Ever since mastering the Water-Fire Golden Bell Shield, the likelihood of his wives becoming pregnant had significantly decreased.

"Could it be that my increased strength has reduced the chances of producing offspring?

"Or perhaps the Water-Fire Golden Bell Shield, derived from the Godfiend Body Refining Techniques of The Desolate Era, has made it inherently more challenging to conceive children?"

Both seemed plausible to Zhou Yi.

After all, the stronger one became, the harder it was to produce offspring.

This held true even in The Desolate Era, where godfiends were unique beings. For them, conceiving descendants was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

"But with my Many Children, Many Blessings system, this problem will definitely be solved. If not, I'll just have to work harder!"

Low probability didn't mean impossibility.

If not once, then ten times.

If not ten times, then a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times.

Thus, Zhou Yi became even more diligent.

…

Another year passed in the blink of an eye.

One day in January, Zhou Yi stood outside a room, both nervous and excited.

Inside, Xiao Wu's agonized cries echoed.

"Madam, push harder!"

"Madam, you're almost there! Just one more effort!"

"Ahhh—"

"Waaaah—"

Hearing the first cry of a newborn, Zhou Yi's heart soared, but no one emerged from the room.

He knew it wasn't over yet.

"Waaaah—"

"Waaaah—"

"Waaaah—"

"Waaaah—"

As the cries of one infant after another filled the air, Zhou Yi's emotions rose and fell like a rollercoaster.

Finally, the door creaked open, and the midwife stepped out, her face glowing with excitement.

"Congratulations, my lord! Congratulations! Madam has given birth to quintuplets!"

"Quintuplets?!?"

Even though Zhou Yi had mentally prepared himself, hearing it confirmed left him overwhelmed with joy and excitement.

"Good! Good! Excellent!"

"Reward her!"