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

"The Supreme Pontiff of the Spirit Hall!"

Ah Zhu stared at Qian Xunji and the two Titled Douluo, Yue Guan (Chrysanthemum Douluo) and Gui Mei (Ghost Douluo), her eyes filled with despair.

Cradling the infant Tang San still nursing in her arms, her heart ached with reluctance.

"Ah Zhu, don't be afraid. I won't let anyone hurt you!"

Sensing her unease, Tang Hao tightly grasped her hand, his tone firm and reassuring.

Activating his martial soul, the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang Hao stepped forward and stared at Qian Xunji. "Your Holiness, do you truly wish for mutual destruction with the Clear Sky Clan?"

"Are you sure you want to protect a soul beast?"

Qian Xunji arched an eyebrow, his voice low and heavy.

While he wished to avoid outright conflict with the Clear Sky Clan, the stakes were high. Though the sect's overall strength was inferior to the Spirit Hall, Tang Chen, Tang Hao's uncle, was an Absolute Douluo whose power rivaled his father, Qian Daoliu.

"Ah Zhu is my wife!" Tang Hao declared resolutely.

"Stubborn fool!"

Qian Xunji's expression darkened as he gestured to Yue Guan and Gui Mei. The two Titled Douluo immediately charged toward Ah Zhu.

"Get lost!"

Tang Hao intercepted them, brandishing the Clear Sky Hammer.

However, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were both Rank 95 Titled Douluo, while Tang Hao had only recently broken through to Rank 90 after Tang San's birth brought him joy and mental clarity.

He had not yet acquired a ninth soul ring and was technically not a full-fledged Titled Douluo. At best, he could barely hold them off.

"Ah Zhu, run!" Tang Hao shouted, his voice roaring with desperation. "They won't dare kill me!"

"Hao, be careful!"

Ah Zhu glanced at Tang Hao and then down at Tang San in her arms. Gritting her teeth, she fled.

"Do you think you can escape?"

A sinister smile played on Qian Xunji's lips as his Six-Winged Angel martial spirit materialized behind him. In an instant, he overtook Ah Zhu.

"Ah Zhu!"

Tang Hao roared in despair, mustering his strength to force Yue Guan and Gui Mei back. He threw himself in front of Qian Xunji's attack but was sent flying, coughing blood.

Ah Zhu, clutching Tang San, rushed to his side, only to find the three Titled Douluo encircling them.

Facing such overwhelming power, the couple had no chance of survival.

Even as a baby, Tang San clenched his tiny fists, his small eyes fixed on Qian Xunji, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei.

"You are courting death!"

Ah Zhu's gaze swept over the three opponents, a glint of resolve shining in her eyes.

"Hao, take care of Xiao San!"

Handing Tang San to Tang Hao, Ah Zhu's tone was unwavering.

"No! I won't let you sacrifice yourself!"

Tang Hao's voice cracked as he gripped her shoulders, his expression frantic.

Qian Xunji's smirk deepened. Victory seemed inevitable; a hundred-thousand-year soul beast was within his grasp.

Suddenly, a blinding crimson light burst from the center of Ah Zhu's brow, spreading outward in a wave of red.

Where the light passed, everything turned blood-red and froze in place. The only thing that remained mobile was the crimson glow's epicenter.

"Not good!"

Qian Xunji's face twisted with horror as he realized what was happening, but it was too late. His consciousness froze.

"No! Don't!"

Tang Hao's voice tore through the air, his red-rimmed eyes brimming with anguish as he watched Ah Zhu sacrifice herself.

The crimson flames consuming Ah Zhu's body were no ordinary fire. They burned with her blood, life, and the cultivation of her hundred-thousand years.

As the flames darkened to a deep red, Ah Zhu's body became translucent, like a fading ruby.

The expanding blood-red ring contracted, encasing Ah Zhu, Tang Hao, and Tang San.

Witnessing this, Qian Xunji, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei were stunned. A hundred-thousand-year soul ring—unfathomable power—was now slipping through their grasp.

Tang Hao could only watch helplessly as the flames consumed her, merging her very soul with the soul ring destined for him.

Her sacrifice ensured he would successfully absorb the soul ring regardless of his current rank.

Fueled by grief and rage, Tang Hao's strength surged. Holding the newly acquired soul ring, he roared like a madman and launched a frenzied assault on Qian Xunji and his allies.

A battle of unmatched ferocity ensued. Empowered by Ah Zhu's sacrifice, Tang Hao overwhelmed his foes, killing Yue Guan and Gui Mei and gravely wounding Qian Xunji.

The Supreme Pontiff barely escaped, only to succumb to poison before reaching Spirit Hall.

This clash shocked the continent, setting the stage for a greater conflict.

Back in Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu chose not to retaliate, focusing instead on nurturing Qian Renxue to ascend to godhood.

Meanwhile, the Clear Sky Clan and Spirit Hall retreated into uneasy silence, both sides weighing their next moves.

Time passed. Six years later.

As the world recovered from the upheaval, Su Yuntao arrived at Holy Soul Village to awaken the martial spirits of a new generation.

"My heavens, innate full Soul Power!"

"And it's a powerful Beast Martial Soul, the Human-Faced Demon Spider!"

"An unparalleled genius!"

Su Yuntao was both astonished and delighted. With a beaming smile, he invited Tang San to join the Spirit Hall.

Regrettably, Tang San refused.

"Young one, think it through carefully. The Spirit Hall is the sacred land for Soul Masters. While the Martial Sect may be powerful, it's ultimately a haven for martial artists!"

"Though you possess innate full Soul Power, you may not necessarily surpass the martial geniuses there. The competition in the Martial Sect is intense. Even with your innate full Soul Power, if your martial talent falls short, you won't be highly valued!"

"But Spirit Hall is different. Your Beast Martial Soul and innate full Soul Power mark you as a peerless genius among Soul Masters. Spirit Hall would nurture you with utmost care—becoming the Holy Son of Spirit Hall is not out of the question…"

Su Yuntao enumerated the many advantages of joining the Spirit Hall, urging Tang San to think it over before he swiftly returned to Notting City to report to the Spirit Hall.

"Little San, who could've imagined you'd have such extraordinary talent? Our Holy Soul Village is about to produce a true genius!"

Village Chief Jack beamed with joy and spoke earnestly:

"Little San, Su Yuntao's words make sense. Spirit Hall is indeed a good path for you!"

"But there's no rush if you're reluctant to join. Our village still has a work-study quota. I'll send you to the Notting City Primary Soul and Martial Academy to study first!"

"There, you'll learn the fundamentals of both Soul Mastery and martial arts. If your martial talent proves outstanding, joining the Martial Sect would indeed be a better choice!"

"But if your martial talent turns out average, I'd still recommend Spirit Hall…"

Village Chief Jack shared everything he knew with Tang San.

The Notting City Primary Soul and Martial Academy had evolved from a traditional Soul Master academy, now offering foundational martial arts courses due to the rise of the Martial Sect. It had also become the main channel through which the Martial Sect recruited disciples.

"Grandpa Jack, I understand," Tang San replied dismissively.

He had no intention of joining the Spirit Hall or the Martial Sect.

His goal was to establish the peerless Tang Sect, surpass the Martial Sect, defeat the Martial Ancestor, and ensure the Tang Sect's glory endured across the Douluo Continent.

With Village Chief Jack's help, Tang San enrolled in the Notting City Primary Soul and Martial Academy.

"Class, I'm sure none of you are strangers to martial arts. Before we delve into learning martial arts, let's first explore its origins…"

The martial arts instructor held a piece of chalk and wrote four large characters on the blackboard:

Martial Ancestor Zhou Yi.

"One day, I too will become the new Martial Ancestor!"

Tang San glanced down at the textbook titled Chronicles of the Martial Ancestor and silently vowed.

He scoffed at the teacher's recounting of Zhou Yi's deeds.

To him, Zhou Yi, who practiced an external technique like Golden Bell Shield—a skill so common it was unremarkable—must have been a mediocre rogue cultivator in his past life.

He'd simply gotten lucky, arriving on the Douluo Continent's grand stage.

If it had been Tang San instead, he'd have done even better.

Despite starting late, with the unparalleled techniques recorded in the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, surpassing that so-called Martial Ancestor would be a walk in the park.

After the theory lesson, the instructor led the students to the training field to teach the foundational martial technique—Martial Ancestor Long Fist.

"Every great building starts from its foundation. Don't underestimate the Martial Ancestor Long Fist—it's a basic technique, but mastering it could pave the way to a limitless future!"

"You might even gain admission to the Martial Sect!"

The instructor's words ignited the enthusiasm of many students. For them, joining the Martial Sect was akin to achieving instant success.

Seeing their excitement, the instructor was pleased. However, some wealthier students, dressed in vibrant attire, appeared unimpressed.

Among them were Zhou Yuan, Zhou Haoyue, Zhou Hong, Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yu.

The instructor, however, paid them no mind. He suspected these students weren't ordinary and might even have ties to the legendary Martial Ancestor.

But when his gaze fell on Tang San, who seemed indifferent and inattentive, his mood darkened.

The instructor was well aware of Tang San's background—a poor child from Holy Soul Village and a work-study student.

It wasn't disdain born of elitism but frustration.

Without a powerful background, Tang San should be seizing every opportunity to change his fate through diligence.

"Tang San, why are you daydreaming?"

The instructor barked, "Have you mastered the Martial Ancestor Long Fist yet?"

This technique was so widely taught that many students already had some familiarity with it. Some gifted ones had even reached an entry-level mastery before enrollment.

"Teacher, I don't want to learn the Martial Ancestor Long Fist. May I take leave to self-study?" Tang San replied directly.

He had his reasons.

He was determined not to let his future Tang Sect be overshadowed by accusations of copying Zhou Yi's martial arts.

Thus, he resolved not to learn any of Zhou Yi's techniques.

"Give me a reason!"

The instructor narrowed his eyes, his expression stern.

"I know you're an innate full Soul Power genius, but martial arts can enhance Soul Master abilities. The two are not mutually exclusive!"

Tang San met his gaze unwaveringly, thinking quickly.

"If I don't provide a solid reason, he won't let this go. I must firmly separate my martial arts path from Zhou Yi's…"

"Teacher, since the Martial Ancestor could create his own techniques from scratch, I believe I can do the same. That's why I refuse to study the Martial Ancestor's techniques—I will forge a path uniquely my own!"

The classroom fell silent, the boldness of his declaration stunning everyone.

"Uhh..."

The martial arts teacher and the surrounding students froze in astonishment. They hadn't expected Tang San to be so audacious, rejecting the Martial Ancestor's techniques in favor of creating his own.

He really thinks he's the Martial Ancestor, doesn't he?

The students burst into mocking laughter, their faces full of ridicule.

"Silence!"

The instructor barked sharply, instantly silencing the room, though many students' faces turned red from holding back their laughter.

"What's so funny? Is it really that amusing?"

The instructor scolded the class sternly:

"The Martial Ancestor rose from an ordinary boy to his legendary status because he had goals, ambition, and the determination to work tirelessly for them!"

"It's a good thing for Tang San to have such great dreams—they're worthy of encouragement and praise!"

The students who had been laughing immediately lowered their heads, their expressions filled with guilt.

"But while dreams are admirable, arrogance is not."

The instructor's sharp gaze turned to Tang San. "The Martial Ancestor had no references when he pioneered the path of martial arts. He braved untold hardships to blaze his trail.

"Today, you stand on the shoulders of giants. Learn martial arts first, then innovate. That will make your efforts twice as effective!"

"Teacher, I disagree with your perspective."

Tang San quickly countered:

"You said the Martial Ancestor had no references, so he created martial arts from scratch. I also want to be like him. But if I study his martial arts, I'd simply be walking his path!"

"How can I claim to be creating anything new then?"

"So, Teacher, I request leave to study on my own."

Now that the conversation was out in the open, Tang San wanted to establish his own image and draw a clear line between his martial arts and Zhou Yi's teachings.

He didn't want anyone accusing him of merely copying others.

"Teacher, let it go. Clearly, he looks down on the Martial Ancestor's techniques. Why force him?"

Zhou Haoyue suddenly spoke.

As the grandson of Zhou Yi and Tang Yuehua, Zhou Haoyue possessed the unique Seven Apertures Exquisite Heart, which allowed him to sense the subtle disdain in Tang San's otherwise calm tone toward Zhou Yi's martial arts.

"Tang San, creating your own martial arts isn't that easy. But judging by your confidence, could it be you've already developed your own techniques?"

Zhou Haoyue stared intently at Tang San. With his extraordinary perception, he could tell Tang San had cultivated internal energy.

Moreover, Tang San's hands faintly glimmered with a jade-like sheen—a sign of practicing palm techniques.

The martial arts teacher fell silent, observing the exchange.

"That's right," Tang San replied candidly. "I've already developed my own martial arts."

Since the matter was already exposed, there was no point in hiding it.

In fact, this was the perfect moment to display his martial arts. That way, no one could ever accuse him of imitating Zhou Yi's techniques in the future.

"Then I'd love to see it for myself," Zhou Haoyue said, stepping forward.

"Would you dare to spar with me?"

"Of course!"

Tang San had intended to showcase his martial arts anyway. Naturally, he wouldn't decline.

With the match set, the surrounding students buzzed with excitement.

"Tang San must have a death wish!"

"Haoyue is a martial arts prodigy. He's said to have mastered the Martial Ancestor's Long Fist to perfection!"

"But I'm more curious about the martial arts Tang San created. Could it be... Cat Claw Fist?"

The instructor ordered the students to step back, taking the role of referee.

Zhou Haoyue and Tang San stood opposite each other.

"Tang San, please enlighten me."

"Zhou Haoyue, please guide me."

The two bowed respectfully to each other.

"This is the first step in establishing the Tang Sect. I absolutely cannot lose!"

The thought flashed through Tang San's mind as he took the initiative.

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

He immediately employed his proudest lightfoot technique.

"Interesting. You even practice lightfoot techniques?"

Zhou Haoyue's lips curled into a faint smile. With a single step, he easily evaded Tang San's attack.

A supreme lightfoot technique—"Phantom Step."

Tang San, as a transmigrator with memories of his past life, possessed an edge.

However, Zhou Haoyue had unparalleled talent and the advantage of a prestigious lineage.

At first contact, they were evenly matched.

The surrounding students watched with wide eyes, even the martial arts teacher was stunned.

That Zhou Haoyue could execute such a refined lightfoot technique was unsurprising, given his extraordinary background.

He was here to learn for entertainment.

But that Tang San could also employ such a sophisticated lightfoot technique was beyond unexpected.

"Could Tang San be another peerless genius like the Martial Ancestor?"

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