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

Hearing these words, Chen Xin did not turn around, speaking to himself:

"My father was a peak-level Douluo at the Ninety-Seven Level.

"When he was 108 years old, he broke through to become a Ninety-Seven-Level Titled Douluo. But that same year, he encountered his final opponent, the strongest opponent of his life.

"He lost! A regrettable loss!

"And that opponent was a peak-level existence at the Ninety-Nine Level!"

Ning Fengzhi's pupils contracted. Ninety-Nine Level?

This already stood at the pinnacle of Titled Douluo.

No.

This stood at the pinnacle of the entire Douluo Continent.

It was terrifying.

"Before my father passed away, he told me about the difference in Soul Power levels above the Ninety-Five Level Titled Douluo.

"A Soul Master's Soul Power surpassing the Ninety-Five Level is considered the watershed for Titled Douluo.

"After that, each level is vastly different."

Ning Fengzhi listened carefully. He was only in his twenties, and the realm of Titled Douluo was far from his reach.

Moreover, his Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Martial Soul, although the most famous auxiliary Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent, was limited by the Martial Soul's rank. He would never be able to break through to the Soul Douluo rank from Soul Saint.

His greatest achievement in this life would be reaching the Seventy-Nine Level Soul Saint. He did not know much about the matters beyond the Titled Douluo rank.

Let alone the secrets of Titled Douluo above the Ninety-Five Level.

"Between the Ninety-One and Ninety-Five levels, the difference in Soul Power is still considerable, but it can still be compensated for by the quality of one's Martial Soul or through Soul Bones and Soul Skills.

"But once you reach the Ninety-Sixth level, things change."

Chen Xin seemed to murmur, "Soul Power at the Ninety-Sixth level is 20% stronger than at the Ninety-Fifth level."

"What? Twenty percent stronger?"

Ning Fengzhi was stunned.

For two Titled Douluos, he hadn't expected the Ninety-Sixth-level Titled Douluo to be that much stronger than the Ninety-Fifth level.

That was essentially an increase of two Soul Power levels.

In battle, a Ninety-Sixth-level Titled Douluo could likely overpower a Ninety-Fifth-level Titled Douluo completely.

"That's right! It's twenty percent stronger."

Chen Xin confirmed, "This is not something that the quality of one's Martial Soul or ordinary Soul Skills or Soul Bones can make up for.

"Unless there's an essential difference in the Soul Skills of the two sides, a Ninety-Sixth-level Titled Douluo should be able to suppress any Titled Douluo below Ninety-Five.

"And to advance from Ninety-Five to Ninety-Six, it's no longer just about Soul Power accumulation. It also requires insight.

"If you don't grasp it, you can never break through.

"After that, a Ninety-Seven Level Titled Douluo is 20% stronger than Ninety-Six. A Ninety-Eight Level is 30% stronger than Ninety-Seven, and a Ninety-Nine Level is 40% stronger than Ninety-Eight."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi, with his sharp mind, seemed to understand something. He immediately asked, "Chen Uncle, could it be that Zhou Yi can help you comprehend and break through to a higher level?"

"Correct!"

Chen Xin nodded, "Master Zhou Yi's swordsmanship is divine. His learning and insights are beyond the ordinary. When I listened to him speak about swordsmanship, I had an epiphany. I'm confident that I can break through to Ninety-Sixth-level Titled Douluo within half a month."

Chen Xin's decision to become Zhou Yi's disciple was precisely because of Zhou Yi's swordsmanship.

Although he was confident in advancing to Ninety-Six and even Ninety-Seven, he knew that without extraordinary circumstances, it would be nearly impossible to break through to Ninety-Eight or Ninety-Nine.

He wanted to surpass his father and, even more so, defeat that Ninety-Nine-level powerhouse who had defeated his father.

In the past, it had been impossible.

But with Zhou Yi's appearance, he saw hope.

This was the real reason he had decided to become Zhou Yi's disciple.

Of course.

He also admired Zhou Yi's character, vision, swordsmanship, and knowledge.

"I see now."

Ning Fengzhi suddenly understood. After learning the reason, he felt that even Sword Douluo becoming Zhou Yi's disciple wasn't so surprising.

If it were him,

He would likely have chosen the same.

"Congratulations, Chen Uncle, on your progress in cultivation."

Ning Fengzhi happily congratulated him.

"Even if I reach the Ninety-Sixth level, I'm still far from Ninety-Nine."

Chen Xin did not feel pride.

"Chen Uncle, what about the difference between Ninety-Nine and One Hundred?" Ning Fengzhi asked curiously.

"I don't know. There may have been legendary Soul Masters who reached such heights, but they left no experiences behind."

As he spoke, a faint longing and desire appeared in Chen Xin's calm eyes.

"My father reached the Titled Douluo level at sixty-eight, the Ninety-Five level at seventy-eight, Ninety-Six at eighty-eight, and finally broke through to Ninety-Seven at 108 years old.

"And that Ninety-Nine-level powerhouse spent thirty years trying to bridge the gap between Ninety-Nine and One Hundred, but still hasn't found a way.

"He predicted that the gap between Ninety-Nine and One Hundred would exceed one hundred percent in Soul Power, and there may even be a possibility of a Tenth Soul Ring appearing."

After Chen Xin's words, Ning Fengzhi fell into silence.

As a Soul Master, who wouldn't want the opportunity to reach the peak in the future?

But now, through Chen Xin's words, he realized just how difficult that was.

As for him, he had no hope whatsoever.

"With Zhou Yi… Mr. Zhou's help, maybe you'll get the chance to witness the scenery of the One-Hundred-level," Ning Fengzhi said.

"Let's hope so."

...

"Experience +1."

"Experience +1."

"Experience +1."

Zhou Yi had no idea that his words to Sword Douluo had such a huge impact.

After spending an hour teasing Ah Yin, Zhou Yi adjusted his belt, left the room in high spirits, and with his handsome face, he looked just like... a refined scoundrel.

He took two invitations, personally wrote the names of Tang Xiao and Tang Hao on them, and, feeling pleased with himself, made his way to the hotel where the two were staying.

"Brother Zhou!"

Upon seeing Zhou Yi, neither Tang Xiao nor Tang Hao were surprised.

They had visited Zhou Yi the day before, but he wasn't there.

It was only natural that Zhou Yi would come to see them.

"Brother Zhou, please come in."

Tang Xiao invited Zhou Yi into the room.

"Brother Xiao, Brother Hao, I just returned yesterday and was busy, my apologies."

Zhou Yi smiled and said.

"Brother Zhou, you flatter us! We were the ones being impolite!"

Tang Xiao quickly replied.

As the Heavenly Dou Twins, though they were saddened by Ah Yin becoming Zhou Yi's woman, Ah Yin was not related to them, and how she lived her life was none of their business.

They had no reason to blame Zhou Yi for it.

Even if they were dissatisfied with Zhou Yi in their hearts, they wouldn't show it on the surface.

This was the decorum instilled by their noble family.

"Brother Xiao, Brother Hao, it's fortunate that we meet at such a timely moment. I was planning to invite you both for a drink, and now is the perfect opportunity!"

Zhou Yi laughed as he took out two large red invitations from his robe and handed them to Tang Xiao and Tang Hao.

"In half a month, I will marry Ah Yin, and I expect you two to come and drink to our happiness!"

"I..."

Tang Xiao and Tang Hao held the invitations, feeling their hearts bleed.

Although they had already heard from Ah Yin that the two had become involved, they still clung to a small hope.

But now...

Slap!

The last shred of hope shattered completely.

Tang Xiao wanted to refuse, but upon thinking of Ah Yin, he found himself, almost by impulse, accepting the invitation.

"I... we will definitely come!"

Tang Hao remained silent beside them.

He neither accepted nor rejected.

Perhaps...

They still wanted to see Ah Yin.

It was like those "devoted fans" attending their goddess's wedding in their past life.

"Good!"

Zhou Yi smiled, and after handing over the invitations, he left without lingering.

He had no time to stay with them.

Ah Yin and the fiery dragon were far more enticing.

Zhou Yi left.

The empty room was left with the disheartened Tang Xiao and Tang Hao brothers.

It was as though a sad, melancholic melody echoed in their ears:

...Your wedding invitation is my invitation.

You invite me to raise a toast.

All I can do is return with my collapse...

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