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

Notting City. Zhou Residence.

"Such insidious malice at such a young age—people like this must be taught a harsh lesson!"

Liu Erlong ruffled Zhou Haoyue's small head, then glanced at Zhou Yuan and the other children with a faint smile.

"Now you understand how treacherous the outside world can be, don't you?"

"And this is just school!"

"An open attack is easy to avoid, but hidden schemes are hard to guard against. So when you venture out in the future, remain vigilant no matter where you are and cultivate diligently!"

"If you manage to train the Golden Bell Shield to its twelfth level of perfection, no hidden weapons or poisons will be effective against you!"

"We will remember Grandmother's teachings!"

Zhou Yuan, Zhou Haoyue, and the others replied in unison, though their faces bore traces of bitterness.

The Golden Bell Shield was a tormenting martial technique. Despite their exceptional talent and access to abundant resources, practicing it was still excruciatingly painful.

"Alright, off you go and play!"

After sending the children away, Liu Erlong lifted her flawless, radiant face toward the sky, a tinge of longing clouding her gaze.

"It's been nearly thirty years. I wonder how he's doing now?"

"According to him, a day in the Divine Realm is equivalent to a year in the mortal world. He's probably been there for almost a month now, hasn't he?" Tang Yuehua remarked with a sigh.

When Zhou Yi left, their son, Zhou Hua, was just over a year old. Now, Zhou Hua's son, Zhou Haoyue, was already six years old.

She had become a grandmother.

Yet time had left no marks on their faces. Instead, it had polished their maturity, making them even more alluring and graceful.

"I bet that scoundrel has been ensnared by some divine beauty in the Divine Realm, utterly captivated and unable to extricate himself," Xiao Wu quipped, her fair and radiant face filled with indignation. Her bright, lively eyes glared at the sky, and her small fists clenched tightly.

"Uh..."

Xiao Wu's words shattered the atmosphere. Although she was joking, Liu Erlong and Tang Yuehua suddenly felt a sinking premonition.

It might actually be true.

Especially Liu Erlong.

She was the first to marry Zhou Yi and his first woman. Every time Zhou Yi left, he'd return with one, two, or even three new women.

Their initial worry for Zhou Yi's well-being began to shift.

Perhaps it was the divine women who should be concerned.

Goddess of Life: "Stop! I can't take it anymore..."

Goddess of Kindness: "Please, spare me..."

"But I'm curious about this Tang San. According to Hong'er, his martial arts aren't of our Martial Sect lineage, and he claims to have created them himself. He even looks down on Zhou Yi's martial path," Xiao Wu mused, a mischievous glint in her lively eyes. "I didn't know such a bold figure existed on our continent. I must meet him!"

"In that case, let's go together," Liu Erlong suggested, curiosity piqued.

Moreover, Tang San's conflict with Zhou Haoyue warranted investigation. Meeting his parents was essential.

"Agreed!"

Tang Yuehua nodded, and the three women vanished into the horizon.

In the past thirty years, with systematic cultivation boosts and Zhou Yi's resources, their strength had reached the pinnacle of Rank 99, the Absolute Douluo level.

No—now referred to as the Peak of the Ninth Martial Realm.

To differentiate from the Soul Master system, their martial arts cultivation followed a ten-tiered structure: Martial Disciple, Martial Master, Great Martial Master, Martial Elder, Martial Ancestor, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, True Martial, and Divine Martial.

Each stage had ten levels, corresponding to the Soul Master's ranks.

Reaching Rank 100 was a significant hurdle. Without Zhou Yi's assistance, even with accelerated cultivation, breaking through would have been nearly impossible.

As a result, most of Zhou Yi's women were stuck at this stage.

Still, they were exceptionally powerful. With Zhou Yi's divine techniques at their disposal, even top-tier figures like Tang Chen and Qian Daoliu couldn't rival them.

Notting Primary Soul and Martial Academy. Infirmary.

After a round of treatment, Tang San regained consciousness.

Though martial arts had rapidly developed over the years, the Soul Master system retained distinct advantages, particularly its diverse soul skills.

Healing Soul Masters were now more esteemed than ever.

Even Zhou Yi's Sacred Heart Technique had miraculous effects, but it wasn't something others could learn. While internal martial arts aided recovery, they couldn't surpass the utility of healing soul skills.

As one of Zhou Yi's origin cities, Notting had grown into a major metropolis. Its academy naturally had no shortage of Healing Soul Masters.

With several healing soul skills applied, Tang San's external injuries had mostly healed.

But the psychological blow he had suffered was immense.

In his previous life, as a Tang Sect prodigy, he had mastered the sect's martial arts and hidden weapon techniques even as an outer disciple.

Reincarnated into the Douluo Continent, he had started training diligently at the age of one.

Yet, even with hidden weapons, he had been utterly defeated by a six-year-old.

He couldn't accept it.

"Zhou Haoyue, Zhou Yuan, Zhou Hong..."

Tang San clenched his fists, vowing:

"The humiliation I suffered today will be repaid tenfold!"

Tang Sect Rule Three: If an opponent is deemed an enemy and has a path leading to death, show no mercy. Hesitation only brings trouble.

To Tang San, they were already marked for death.

"Hm? Who are you?"

At this moment, a disheveled man suddenly appeared in the infirmary. The healing Soul Master, startled and wary, questioned him immediately.

"Father!"

Without answering, Tang Hao stood silently. But upon hearing the voice, Tang San, lying on the bed, turned his head sharply. Overjoyed, he sat up and called out.

"What happened?"

Seeing that Tang San was unharmed, Tang Hao heaved a sigh of relief. His expression quickly returned to its usual indifference as he asked in a detached tone.

"You're Tang San's guardian?"

The healing Soul Master, who was also an academy teacher, glanced at Tang Hao and produced three sleeve arrows.

"Today, during a sparring match, Tang San was defeated by Zhou Haoyue. At the moment of his loss, he resorted to this concealed weapon to launch a surprise attack aimed directly at Zhou Haoyue's vital points. If not for Zhou Haoyue's extraordinary skills, he would have been seriously injured—or worse!"

"And this is how you've raised your child? To strike with such ruthlessness at such a young age..."

"But the result is that my son is gravely injured, while theirs is unscathed," Tang Hao interrupted coldly.

"You should be thankful Zhou Haoyue is unharmed. Do you have any idea who he is? If something had happened to him, even ten lives wouldn't be enough for you to..."

The healing Soul Master's voice was abruptly cut off as a suffocating aura pressed down on him, leaving him gasping for breath.

Tang Hao slowly raised his right hand, and a black light coalesced in his palm, manifesting as an enormous hammer.

At the same time, nine brilliant Soul Rings emerged around him, their dazzling glow filling the room. One of them was a deep, blood-red Soul Ring—a legendary 100,000-year Soul Ring.

"Titled Douluo!"

The healing Soul Master's eyes widened in utter terror. He had never expected Tang San's father to be a Titled Douluo, let alone one who possessed a 100,000-year Soul Ring.

And that hammer... it looked familiar, almost unmistakably...

The Clear Sky Hammer!

"You... you're the Clear Sky Douluo?"

"Hmph. A Titled Douluo? So what? Do you want revenge for your son? Let's see if you have the strength!"

A disdainful voice rang out from outside. Leaves, sharp as deadly hidden weapons, shot through the air like a tempest, accompanied by a fierce gale.

Boom!

Tang Hao swung the Clear Sky Hammer, sweeping aside the incoming barrage of leaves. With a single leap, he charged out of the infirmary.

"Wind God's Wrath!"

Behind Xiao Wu, a furious storm raged. The boundless power of the wind coalesced into a towering figure of a cerulean Wind God, several zhang tall.

As Xiao Wu pushed her palm forward, the Wind God's massive hand, wrapped in fierce gusts, slammed toward Tang Hao with unstoppable force.

Xiao Wu recognized Tang Hao, but judging by his actions, he was clearly here to protect Tang San, which was bound to cause conflict.

The sight of Tang Hao's 100,000-year Soul Ring ignited a fury within Xiao Wu, who, as a Soul Beast herself, felt her anger boiling over.

She wanted to fight!

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao's heart trembled as he sensed the overwhelming danger. Without hesitation, he merged all his Soul Rings into one, channeling their power into the Clear Sky Hammer. The hammer radiated pure, unbridled strength, breaking through all constraints to unleash an attack far surpassing his usual capabilities.

The Wind God's massive hand clashed violently with the Clear Sky Hammer, unleashing a shockwave that shattered the marble tiles beneath Tang Hao's feet, leaving a web of cracks in the floor.

"This is..."

Tang San, who had followed closely behind, froze the moment he saw Xiao Wu. His eyes widened, and his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

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