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

"Ha… ha…"

Azhu gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she glanced around. Realizing it was merely a nightmare, she sighed in relief.

"It's not true…"

A faint sobbing sound came from nearby. Turning her gaze, Azhu saw that Abi had awakened at some point.

Her eyes were lifeless, and she muttered incoherently, while two trails of tears slid silently down her cheeks.

"Abi, what's wrong?"

Azhu hurried over, placing a comforting hand on Abi's shoulder.

"I…"

"Tsk tsk, who would've thought that in this shabby woodshed, I'd stumble upon two such exquisite beauties? Truly, fortune smiles upon me, the Empty Young Master!"

The wooden door suddenly creaked open. A pale-faced man with dark circles under his eyes entered, his gaze fixated on Azhu and Abi with unbridled greed.

This was none other than an incarnation created by Zhou Yi's Three Purities Converge technique.

"Who are you to act so brazenly in the Mandala Manor?"

Azhu's crisp voice was as clear as jade beads striking a silver plate. Her bright, intelligent eyes glared fiercely at the intruder.

"Do you not know that my young master, Young Master Murong, is here?"

"Murong Fu? Hah, what's he worth?"

The man sneered disdainfully, his eyes roving over Azhu and Abi without restraint.

"Such stunning beauties, wasted as mere maids for Murong Fu. What a tragedy!"

"From now on, follow me. I'll make sure to cherish you properly!"

As he spoke, the man strode toward them.

The two women retreated step by step but soon found themselves cornered against the wall.

Azhu suddenly launched a surprise attack, but her acupoints were swiftly sealed.

Abi met the same fate.

Unable to move or call for help, a heavy sense of despair and bitterness welled up within them.

"Such delicate beauties—this young master is coming for you!"

With a sharp ripping sound, the fabric on Azhu and Abi's clothes tore, revealing a glimpse of their graceful forms.

"Stop right there!"

Zhou Yi's figure appeared at the doorway. Under the faint moonlight, his noble and elegant bearing was like a divine presence descending to the mortal world.

Azhu and Abi's eyes, once filled with despair, now sparkled with newfound hope. They stared at him in awe.

Black hair like ink, starry eyes on a jade-like face.

He exuded an ethereal charm, unparalleled in beauty, like a banished immortal descending from the heavens.

"Heavens…"

"So handsome!"

The two were dumbfounded. Though Murong Fu was a refined and dashing man, compared to Zhou Yi, he was no more than a firefly before the brilliance of the full moon.

"Insolent scoundrel! Prepare to die!"

A formidable aura erupted from Zhou Yi. The pale-faced man's expression shifted dramatically as he grabbed Azhu and Abi, unleashing a powerful palm strike.

Bang! Bang!

With two muffled groans, Azhu and Abi were sent flying like ragdolls toward Zhou Yi.

He had no choice but to catch them. Meanwhile, the man took the opportunity to flee. Out of the women's sight, he dissolved into specks of light, vanishing into the air.

"Not bad at all."

Zhou Yi mused. This was his first test of the upgraded divine technique, an evolution of his original Shadow Clone skill, and the results were impressive.

Cough! Cough!

Azhu and Abi spat out blood, collapsing weakly into Zhou Yi's arms.

There was no helping it.

Time was short, and Zhou Yi had aimed for maximum dramatic effect, even if it meant the two women had to suffer slightly.

Hero saving beauties plus emergency healing through disrobing—maximum impact achieved.

He refused to believe this wouldn't win them over.

"You're gravely injured. Forgive me for the offense," Zhou Yi said, producing a healing salve. He gently tore away their already tattered clothing and applied the medicine to the palm marks on their chests.

Then, placing his hands over the wounds, he channeled his energy to help them absorb the medicinal effects—a technique not unlike Qiao Feng's method of healing Azhu in the past.

Though struck by Zhou Yi's incarnation, the injuries were severe but calculated—enough to weaken them without robbing their consciousness.

As they watched his serious, focused expression while he treated them, Azhu and Abi's pale faces flushed crimson.

"When did such a peerless, handsome young hero with unrivaled martial prowess appear in the martial world?"

Azhu gazed at Zhou Yi, stunned by his overwhelming strength and majestic aura, far surpassing Murong Fu.

"My heart is racing. His hands are so warm…"

Abi, shy and bashful, felt her heart pounding uncontrollably.

Half an hour later, Zhou Yi withdrew his energy, beads of sweat dotting his forehead, giving the impression of great exertion.

While their injuries hadn't fully healed, they had stabilized significantly.

"How are you feeling, ladies?" Zhou Yi asked.

Both Azhu and Abi bowed slightly, their voices filled with gratitude.

"This humble girl, Azhu (Abi), thanks the young master for saving our lives. May we know your esteemed name, benefactor?"

"Young ladies, you're too kind. My name is Zhou Yi. If I've offended you earlier, please forgive me!"

Zhou Yi looked at the bashful faces of Azhu and Abi. Seizing the moment, he continued, "If you two don't mind, I'd be honored to marry you both!"

As he spoke, Zhou Yi boldly took their soft, delicate hands in his.

"Ah, this…"

Azhu and Abi were stunned.

Isn't this too fast?

Yet, as they gazed at Zhou Yi's handsome face, recalling how he had heroically rescued them and tenderly healed their injuries, the words of refusal lingering on their lips somehow couldn't be spoken.

"It worked!"

Seeing that they hadn't outright rejected him, Zhou Yi knew his earlier efforts hadn't been in vain.

With a firm yet gentle motion, he pulled both Azhu and Abi into his embrace.

"Young Master…"

The two gasped in surprise, utterly flustered.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and planted a kiss on each of their blushing cheeks. Meeting their shy yet sparkling eyes, he said warmly, "I never believed in love at first sight before, but now, I think I do."

Holding them close, Zhou Yi whispered sweet nothings as they rested against him, their faces mere inches apart.

Azhu and Abi completely surrendered to his charm.

Leaning against Zhou Yi's warm and strong chest, they felt a sense of security they had never experienced before.

"Here, a small gift for you both."

Zhou Yi retrieved two pills and introduced them with a smile. "These are Eternal Youth Pills. They can grant everlasting youth. Even someone advanced in age would regain their youthful appearance after taking one!"

"Hiss!"

Azhu and Abi's eyes widened in astonishment. Could such miraculous pills truly exist?

"Come on, open your mouths."

Under Zhou Yi's firm and reassuring gaze, Azhu and Abi hesitated briefly before parting their lips and consuming the pills.

Their hearts swelled with an even greater sense of belonging and affection for Zhou Yi.

Soon, the two fell asleep.

Zhou Yi gently carried them to the room adjacent to Wang Yuyan's before checking in on Li Qingluo.

It had to be said—the lady of the Wang family possessed an undeniable allure.

Most importantly, she knew how to play along.

"You scoundrel! Always bullying a poor widow like me…"

Li Qingluo had woken up and was glaring at Zhou Yi, her small fists pounding against his chest in mock protest, her voice tinged with sobs.

"From what I can tell, Madam seems to enjoy it quite a bit," Zhou Yi teased with a grin.

"You dare say that! You dare say that!"

Li Qingluo's face turned red with a mix of shame and anger. Zhou Yi had truly put her through a lot earlier.

"Alright, alright. Let me give you a little treasure."

"I don't want it!"

Li Qingluo pulled the blanket tightly around herself, eyeing Zhou Yi warily, her tone trembling.

"What strange and outrageous thing are you planning to do to me this time?"

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