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

"I don't believe it!"

"This must be a coincidence!"

"Let's see how you handle this now!"

Tang San couldn't accept it. He had transmigrated into this world, hailed as a genius, yet even deploying his concealed weapons couldn't deal with a brat.

With a flicker of movement, he launched the last two concealed weapons in his arsenal.

This time, there was no holding back.

One sleeve dart targeted Zhou Haoyue's throat, while the other aimed straight for his heart.

The philosophy of concealed weapons was to deliver a lethal strike in one blow.

The Tang Sect's creed dictated that enemies who tread the path of death must be eliminated with precision and decisiveness.

As a prodigy of the Tang Sect,

Tang San had long ingrained this principle into instinct. Each strike was a kill move.

"Not good!"

The moment the darts left his hand, Tang San's mind abruptly cleared, and he instantly regretted it.

If Zhou Haoyue were to die,

Tang San would have no choice but to flee for his life.

Given his current strength, there was no way he could escape.

For a brief moment,

Tang San found himself hoping Zhou Haoyue could block his darts.

"You bastard!"

The martial arts instructor was stunned, never expecting Tang San to release another volley of concealed weapons.

His eyes turned red with rage, and he surged forward.

But someone was faster.

"You're courting death!"

Zhou Yuan, as the eldest brother, had already been enraged the moment Tang San launched the first concealed weapon. Seeing the audacity of a second attack, his anger boiled over.

Phantom Step Technique!

Zhou Yuan's figure blurred into afterimages, appearing before Tang San in an instant, his fist smashing down fiercely.

Tang San, with two lifetimes of experience, reacted quickly despite his shock, raising his arms to block.

But Zhou Yuan's strength was superior.

Caught off guard, Tang San was sent flying.

"Despicable coward! Die!"

Before Tang San could stabilize himself, Zhou Hong, Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yu had already closed in, attacking simultaneously.

Already unsteady, Tang San barely managed to deflect one punch before being struck by the others.

One punch to the face—

His nose collapsed instantly.

A blow to the side—

It felt as though his kidney had been destroyed.

"Good thing my physique is unique, my senses sharp, and I possess the Lingxi Finger technique. Otherwise, I'd have been done for!"

Zhou Haoyue, holding the two intercepted sleeve darts between his fingers, was inwardly shaken.

Tang San's attack had taught him a valuable lesson.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The martial arts instructor stood frozen, watching as Tang San lay on the ground, being beaten relentlessly by Zhou Yuan, Zhou Hong, Zhou Yan, and Zhou Yu. For a moment, he wasn't sure if he should intervene.

But then he remembered how Tang San's concealed weapons had almost killed Zhou Haoyue.

He immediately dismissed any thoughts of stopping the fight.

What a joke.

He'd already failed in his duty today.

If he didn't let these "little ancestors" vent their anger, he'd surely suffer later.

As for Tang San—

This was the consequence of his own actions.

The surrounding students were utterly dumbfounded.

What had started as a sparring match had escalated into such dramatic twists and turns, one climax after another.

Crack!

The sound of bones breaking came from Tang San, causing the onlookers to shrink their necks in unison, their faces pale. Yet none showed sympathy.

The moment Tang San unleashed his concealed weapons, everyone had been terrified.

Some who had prior conflicts with him now felt cold sweats trickling down their spines.

"Thank goodness Tang San didn't target me. Otherwise, I'd already be meeting King Yama!"

Unlike Zhou Haoyue, they didn't possess martial arts prowess or techniques like Lingxi Finger.

They wouldn't have survived the attack.

"Students, calm down. If you keep going, you'll kill him!"

Seeing that Tang San was nearing death, the martial arts instructor hurriedly stepped in to mediate.

While he harbored no goodwill toward Tang San, he couldn't simply stand by and watch him die.

"Hmph!"

Zhou Yuan delivered a final fierce kick to Tang San before the group relented.

By now, Tang San was a mess of bruises and wounds.

His eyes were swollen shut.

His nose was flattened.

All his teeth were knocked out.

And his ribs—who knew how many were broken?

"Haoyue, are you alright?"

Zhou Yuan, along with Zhou Hong and the others, approached Zhou Haoyue, their expressions full of concern.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Haoyue shook his head, flicked his wrist, and sent three sleeve darts flying.

The darts pierced Tang San's hands and one of his thighs.

"Ahhh!"

Tang San let out a miserable scream before falling unconscious.

Gasp!

The martial arts instructor and the surrounding students shivered, their faces pale with fear.

It wasn't just Tang San who was ruthless.

These individuals were terrifying in their own right.

This settled it—never provoke them in the future.

"Student Zhou Haoyue, are you sure you're uninjured? Is there anything you feel unwell about?"

The martial arts instructor nervously asked, his tone filled with deference.

He was merely a disciple on the outskirts of the Martial Sect.

But Zhou Haoyue, as he speculated, was likely a direct descendant of the sect—or possibly even a scion of the Martial Ancestor himself.

If something happened to Zhou Haoyue, his life would be over.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Haoyue glanced at his awe-stricken classmates and declared,

"Teacher, I'm taking a leave of absence."

"Of course, of course!"

The martial arts instructor nodded hastily.

Zhou Yuan and the others also requested leave.

The instructor readily agreed.

The sooner these "little ancestors" left, the better.

After they departed, the instructor looked at the battered and unconscious Tang San with a complicated expression.

"Take Tang San for treatment and notify his family to pick him up," he ordered.

The academy dispatched someone to inform Tang Hao in Holy Soul Village.

Meanwhile, Zhou Haoyue and his group left the academy, boarded a carriage, and returned home.

Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure had been silently watching their every move—even within the confines of the school.

This figure was a robust, middle-aged man with a commanding presence. His hair, short and bristling like steel needles, accentuated his chiseled features, which appeared as if carved by blades and axes.

His eyes, a rare amber hue with faint golden flashes, exuded an air of majesty.

Despite wearing a simple gray robe, it barely concealed the rippling muscles beneath, which shimmered faintly with golden light, emanating an indestructible aura.

Any powerful individual present would immediately recognize him as Er Ming, the Titan Giant Ape—one of the Four Great Vajras who commanded awe across the continent.

The Four Great Vajras were said to have refined the "Golden Bell Shield" to the pinnacle of its twelfth stage, rendering them virtually invincible.

Each of their titles corresponded to their Martial Souls:

The leader, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

The Sky Azure Bull Python.

The Titan Giant Ape.

The Ice Devil King.

Each one possessed the power to dominate an entire nation singlehandedly.

However, they were not the strongest.

Above the Four Vajras stood the mysterious Purple and Black Envoys:

Black Dragon Envoy, Ditian.

Purple Whale Envoy, Demon Emperor.

Their powers were unfathomable, and their origins remained shrouded in mystery.

Even beyond the Four Vajras and the Purple and Black Envoys were the ten Elders of the Martial Sect, each a terrifying force in their own right.

This hierarchy solidified the Martial Sect's reputation as the unparalleled dominion of the world.

Rumors whispered that the true strength of the Martial Sect did not lie in these individuals but rather in its founder, the Martial Ancestor, and his numerous wives.

Yet, the details of this remained unknown—after all, the Martial Ancestor's wives were rarely seen by outsiders, let alone challenged.

The Zhou Residence.

Upon returning home, Zhou Yuan and Zhou Haoyue were greeted by a young woman approaching them.

The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, with a tall, graceful figure and a voluptuous form.

Clad in an elegant, royal-purple gown that accentuated her striking curves, she exuded a blend of allure and regal composure. Her brows conveyed a noble coldness, and her demeanor radiated maturity and dignity.

"Grandmother!"

Upon seeing the woman, Zhou Yuan joyfully rushed toward her.

Indeed, this woman was none other than Liu Erlong, the first wife of Zhou Yi.

Zhou Haoyue and the others quickly followed suit, bowing respectfully. Moments later, Tang Yuehua and Xiao Wu arrived, filling the residence with lively chatter.

"Why are you back so early today?"

"Don't tell me the academy has lost its charm?"

Despite her age, Xiao Wu retained a playful and lively demeanor akin to a child's.

Zhou Yuan and the others were attending the Notting City's Primary Soul and Martial Academy not for study but to experience life.

"Grandmother, it's like this…"

Zhou Hong began recounting the events at the academy to Xiao Wu, Liu Erlong, and the others.

Meanwhile, at the Notting City's Primary Soul and Martial Academy.

The messengers dispatched by the academy rode swiftly to Holy Soul Village, where they sought out the village chief, Jack.

"What? Xiao San injured someone with a hidden weapon and was gravely wounded in retaliation?"

Jack was shocked upon hearing the news.

Tang San had always been an obedient and well-mannered child, making it hard for Jack to believe he would harm someone with a hidden weapon.

Regardless, Jack rushed to Tang San's house without delay.

"Tang Hao!"

Jack called out loudly.

A tall figure stumbled out, his steps unsteady.

The man appeared to be in his late forties, with an imposing physique. However, his attire left much to be desired—a tattered robe covered his bronzed skin, and patches were nowhere to be seen.

His formerly dignified features were now tinged with a sickly yellow pallor. His eyes were glazed, and his hair was a tangled mess resembling a bird's nest. Unkempt facial hair covered his face, and the overpowering stench of alcohol lingered around him.

Seeing Tang Hao in this state, Jack couldn't help but feel infuriated.

"What do you want?" Tang Hao's tone was indifferent.

"What do I want? Look at you! Tang San was nearly beaten to death out there, and you didn't even know!"

Jack's anger mounted, but before he could finish, Tang Hao had vanished without a trace.

"Huh? Where did he go?"

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