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

"After drifting aimlessly for half a lifetime, I regret never meeting a true master.

"If you are willing, Sir, I, Chen Xin, am ready to take you as my teacher."

The resolute and powerful words of Chen Xin, Sword Douluo, echoed across the room, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.

Silent.

Utterly silent.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's chrysanthemum-shaped eyes widened into perfect circles, his mouth agape as though he'd heard the most incredulous thing in his life.

A Rank 95 Titled Douluo, the renowned Sword Douluo Chen Xin, wanted to bow down and acknowledge a mere Rank 31 Soul Elder, Zhou Yi, as his master?

What madness was this?

Utter lunacy!

"Uncle Chen, please reconsider!"

Ning Fengzhi, shaken to his core, hurriedly interjected.

Sword Douluo was one of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect's twin pillars of support—a steadfast white jade column of the heavens, a purple-gold beam holding up the seas. As one of the sect's two guardians, his presence was instrumental in cementing their place among the Seven Great Sects.

While the sect's Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul was undoubtedly a powerful support system, its survival depended on the presence of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to deter potential threats.

Yet now, Sword Douluo intended to bow to Zhou Yi?

How could this be allowed?!

"My mind is made up!"

Chen Xin cast a determined glance at Ning Fengzhi before turning back to Zhou Yi.

"Please, Sir, accept me as your disciple!"

"Am I seeing things? Sword Douluo is actually asking to be accepted as Zhou Yi's disciple?" Flender's eyes were as wide as saucers, his mind roaring with disbelief.

Had the world gone mad?

He had already struggled to accept Yu Xiaogang acknowledging Zhou Yi as his master.

But now, even a Titled Douluo, the legendary Sword Douluo known for his unparalleled attack power, sought to follow Zhou Yi.

This was insanity!

The only one unsurprised was Yu Xiaogang.

In his eyes, Zhou Yi was a peerless scholar, a man of boundless wisdom, even if his cultivation was inferior to Chen Xin's.

For someone of Zhou Yi's intellect, taking Chen Xin as a disciple was more than fitting.

Wisdom, after all, was the true measure of greatness.

Yu Xiaogang, who had always taken pride in his intellect, admired it above all else.

Zhou Yi looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, sensing his unwavering determination. After a brief pause, he nodded and said:

"If that is your wish, I accept."

"Disciple greets Master!"

Overjoyed, Chen Xin clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

Ning Fengzhi's vision darkened as he fainted on the spot.

Zhou Yi instructed Chen Xin to take Ning Fengzhi away to recover.

"Congratulations, Zhou Yi, on acquiring such an exceptional disciple!"

Bibi Dong's fiery gaze lingered on Zhou Yi, as though flowers had bloomed on his face. She still found it hard to believe that Zhou Yi had so easily taken Sword Douluo as his apprentice.

Nevertheless, with Sword Douluo under his wing, Zhou Yi's status would soar to unprecedented heights. Once this news spread, it would undoubtedly send shockwaves throughout the continent.

Without lingering, Bibi Dong left with the still-stunned Chrysanthemum Douluo in tow.

Yu Xiaogang waited for the others to leave before stepping forward, bowing respectfully to Zhou Yi.

"Master, your insights into swordsmanship and cultivation are truly eye-opening. I have gained immensely from your teachings!"

Zhou Yi smiled faintly and said:

"Xiaogang, you've come at the right time. I plan to marry Ah Yin in half a month. I'll need your help with the invitations and other preparations."

"As you wish, Master!

"Congratulations, Master! Truly, double blessings have arrived!"

Although Yu Xiaogang wore a smile, his heart was heavy with bitterness.

His goddess had barely married Zhou Yi, and now Zhou Yi was preparing to wed Ah Yin.

Hearing this, Flender's face turned green with envy.

The woman he loved most, the one he could never have, had married Zhou Yi. And now, Zhou Yi was taking another bride.

Unacceptable!

If it were him, he would cherish such a woman for life. How could Zhou Yi so casually take another?

If not for Zhou Yi's overwhelming strength, Flender would have punched that handsome face of his and turned it into a swollen mess.

While Yu Xiaogang began preparing the invitations, Zhou Yi made his way to Liu Erlong's room.

Having been thoroughly "bullied" the previous night, Liu Erlong had only just managed to get out of bed.

Sitting by her side, Zhou Yi gently pulled her curvaceous figure into his arms and asked with concern:

"Are you feeling better? Do you need me to apply more medicine?"

"Enough of your nonsense!"

Liu Erlong rolled her eyes dramatically, glaring at Zhou Yi with a mix of annoyance and wariness.

Let him apply medicine?

If she allowed that, she might not be able to get out of bed for days.

"Erlong, you're truly stunning."

Zhou Yi planted a heavy kiss on her rosy cheek and then told Liu Erlong about his plan to marry Ah Yin in half a month.

"Whatever my husband decides!"

Liu Erlong leaned into Zhou Yi's embrace. She was already prepared for this and naturally did not oppose the idea.

"Erlong, you're so wonderful!"

Zhou Yi did not hold back his sweet words, as Liu Erlong loved his silver-tongued flattery.

"Flatterer!"

Liu Erlong, resting in Zhou Yi's arms, savored the warmth. As she sensed his growing desires, she quickly pushed him away, signaling him to leave.

After spending time together, she had become quite familiar with Zhou Yi's behavior.

"Alright, I'll go now!"

Zhou Yi did not make trouble, lowering his head to plant another kiss before smiling, "I'll come back tonight!"

After leaving Liu Erlong's room, Zhou Yi went to Ah Yin's quarters.

Ah Yin, wearing a long blue and gold gown, had an enchanting, graceful figure. Her noble and elegant aura complemented her extraordinary beauty, making Zhou Yi's heart stir.

He pulled Ah Yin into his embrace, resting his head on her fragrant shoulder. Breathing in her delicate scent, he softly spoke: "Ah Yin, half a month from now, when the time is right, I will marry you!"

"Mm."

Ah Yin lowered her head shyly, her heart filled with sweetness.

Although she was already Zhou Yi's, although she was a Soul Beast, she now felt no different from a human. Deep down, she still yearned for a wedding.

"Yi, yesterday, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao from the Clear Sky Clan came looking for you."

Ah Yin grabbed Zhou Yi's wandering hand, her flawless, sapphire-blue eyes gazing at him as she continued: "They didn't meet with you but saw me instead..."

Ah Yin recounted the encounter with the brothers Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.

"Mm, I know."

Zhou Yi nodded. As he gazed at this obedient, beautiful, and graceful Ah Yin, he couldn't help but...

Ah Yin helplessly allowed Zhou Yi's affections, unable to refuse him.

Meanwhile, Ning Fengzhi woke up from his dazed state, still unable to believe that Chen Xin had taken Zhou Yi as his master.

It was too absurd.

Too ridiculous.

It was almost laughable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that Sword Douluo would take a mere Soul Elder like Zhou Yi as his master.

"Uncle Chen, are you really going to take Zhou Yi as your master?" Ning Fengzhi asked unwillingly.

"Taking a master is not a trivial matter," Chen Xin frowned, his expression displeased. "Zhou Yi is already my teacher. I don't want to hear such words again."

"Yes."

Ning Fengzhi sighed in his heart, not daring to press further.

The decision had already been made.

They could only take it one step at a time.

He hoped that Chen Xin hadn't misjudged.

Standing by the window, hands behind his back, Chen Xin's gaze turned distant.

In truth, taking Zhou Yi as his master was not a rash, impulsive decision.

It was a choice he made after careful consideration.

As a powerful Titled Douluo in his old age, he had long passed the age of youthful recklessness. He was no longer a young man.

It was impossible for him to act out of impulse.

He glanced at Ning Fengzhi, who was silent but wore an expression full of unwillingness, before turning back to the window. Then, he suddenly asked, "Do you still not understand?"

"Yes."

Ning Fengzhi answered without hesitation, "Although Zhou Yi does have some ability, he is still not qualified to be Uncle Chen's teacher."

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