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

"Ah~~"

"Push!"

"Harder!"

"Madam, the child is about to be born! Push harder!"

"Ah~"

The sounds of pain, urgency, and comforting encouragement echoed continuously from within the room. Outside, a burly man paced back and forth, his face filled with worry.

This man, with his robust physique and square face, exuded strength at a glance. He was none other than Tang Hao, one of the famed Haotian Twins.

Compared to the youthful face when Zhou Yi first met him, his features now bore traces of age and a steady gravitas. His cultivation had also reached the pinnacle of Soul Douluo.

"Ah!"

A heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from the room, causing Tang Hao's heart to tighten. His fists clenched, veins bulging, as anxiety surged through him.

The next moment—

"Waa~"

"Waa~"

The piercing cries of a newborn baby rang out, easing the tension in Tang Hao's heart.

"It's born! It's born!"

The joyous voice of the midwife came from the room. The door opened, and she stepped out with a beaming smile, congratulating him:

"Congratulations, Master! It's a boy. Both mother and child are safe!"

"Phew!"

Tang Hao exhaled deeply, relief washing over him as a radiant smile spread across his face:

"Good! Good! Good!"

He rewarded the midwife with several gold soul coins before hurrying into the room.

Holding his son in his arms, Tang Hao approached Ah Zhu.

"Ah Zhu, this is our son!"

"Let's call him Xiao San!"

"Tang San!"

His voice carried the nostalgia of the days when the three of them roamed the martial world together.

"I wonder how Big Brother is doing now?"

Thinking of Tang Xiao's desolate departure, Tang Hao sighed inwardly.

Regrettably, Ah Zhu was only one person and could not be shared.

"If only Ah Yin hadn't…"

Tang Hao's thoughts turned to his first love, Ah Yin, his heart heavy with lament.

If he had ended up with Ah Yin, perhaps Ah Zhu could have been with his elder brother, achieving harmony for everyone.

"Where am I?"

"Didn't I die?"

"Could it be reincarnation? Did I forget to drink Meng Po's soup?"

Tang San lay nestled in Ah Zhu's arms, slowly opening his dazed little eyes. Countless thoughts swirled in his mind, filled with confusion.

Still, to live again seemed like a blessing.

Perhaps due to the fatigue of rebirth, he soon felt drowsy and drifted off to sleep.

Time flowed on.

Months passed in the blink of an eye.

Tang Hao decided to return to the Clear Sky Clan with Ah Zhu and Tang San.

"Clear Sky Clan? What kind of clan is that?"

"Father and Mother mentioned that the most dominant power now is the Martial Sect, founded by the Martial Ancestor, and the Soul Master holy land, Spirit Hall… I never imagined I'd be reborn into such a fascinating world. Will I ever return to my old one?"

Tang San, lying in Ah Zhu's arms and nursing, quietly pondered.

Though he couldn't yet speak, months of observation had given him insight into this world.

The most notable discovery? Soul Masters.

His previous world had no Soul Masters or Martial Souls.

And in this world, before the emergence of the Martial Ancestor, there was no martial arts system at all.

"For the Martial Ancestor to create martial arts and elevate the Martial Sect to the continent's premier power in just a few decades speaks volumes about its potency!"

"With the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, I can create techniques far surpassing anything the Martial Ancestor developed. I'll establish the Tang Sect and spread its glory across this Douluo Continent!"

"Wait… could the Martial Ancestor also be someone who reincarnated with memories like me?"

"Father mentioned that the Martial Ancestor cultivated techniques like the Golden Bell Shield…"

Tang San's eyes lit up, his suspicions deepening.

"The Golden Bell Shield? That mundane external technique can dominate Douluo Continent? My Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record is the Tang Sect's supreme legacy!"

"No external skill, no matter how mighty, can withstand the unparalleled hidden weapons of the Tang Sect!"

Tang San grew more excited the more he thought, his tiny fists clenched as his blood surged with ambition.

In his mind's eye, he saw himself stepping on the Martial Ancestor, establishing the unrivaled Tang Sect, standing atop Douluo, worshipped by all.

"The glory of the Tang Sect—let me create it!"

"Ah, Xiao San, not so hard!"

Ah Zhu cried out, gently rubbing Tang San's head with a doting expression.

"Uh…"

Tang San quickly relaxed his grip, realizing he'd gotten carried away and forgotten he was still a nursing infant!

Meanwhile, Spirit Hall had been tracking Tang Hao, Ah Zhu, and Tang San. Their movements were swiftly reported to Spirit Hall's Pope, Qian Xunji.

"Finally, they've surfaced!"

"That transformed Soul Beast is mine!"

Qian Xunji's gaze was icy and resolute.

To ensure success, he personally led Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo—three Super Douluo of rank 95 and above—to intercept them.

The sound of galloping hooves filled the air as Tang Hao's carriage sped toward the Clear Sky Clan.

"Are you sure everything will be fine, Hao? After all, I'm…"

As they neared the clan, Ah Zhu's worries deepened, her voice tinged with unease.

"Ah Zhu, don't worry. My father and grandfather are wise and won't mind. Besides, we have Xiao San!"

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San nestled in Ah Zhu's arms, his tone reassuring.

"Moreover, Grandfather suspects that many of the mysterious experts around the Martial Ancestor might be transformed Soul Beasts too."

Suddenly, Tang Hao pulled the reins sharply, bringing the carriage to an abrupt halt.

Ahead stood three figures, their presence emanating immense pressure.

Recognizing them, Tang Hao's expression grew grave.

They were none other than Spirit Hall's Pope Qian Xunji, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.

"Tang Hao greets His Holiness the Pope. May I ask why Your Holiness blocks my path?"

Tang Hao's sharp gaze fixed on Qian Xunji, his voice steady.

"Leave the transformed Soul Beast, and I'll spare you. Otherwise…"

Qian Xunji's tone was cold and unyielding.

"Impossible!"

Tang Hao's voice was resolute, as firm as iron:

"If you want Ah Zhu, you'll have to step over my dead body!"

"The Pope of the Spirit Hall?"

Tang San, cradled in Ah Zhu's arms, lifted his head and looked toward the three figures hovering in midair. His small, glistening eyes darted about curiously.

These were figures of immense renown!

It was said that before the emergence of the Martial Sect, the Spirit Hall reigned supreme as the dominant force on the Douluo Continent, boasting the greatest number of Soul Masters in the entire realm.

And the Pope? Their status was revered, worshipped by millions!

"This doesn't look good at all!"

Tang San's heart grew uneasy. Could it be that he was going to die again just after reincarnating?

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