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

Heaven and Earth show no mercy, treating all beings as mere straw dogs! "Zhu Xian…" Zhou Yi stood suspended in the void, gazing downward. Th

Heaven and Earth show no mercy, treating all beings as mere straw dogs!

"Zhu Xian…"

Zhou Yi stood suspended in the void, gazing downward.

The vast expanse of Qingyun Mountain stretched over a hundred miles, with rolling peaks, the tallest of which soared high into the clouds. On most days, the summit remained hidden behind mist, leaving only the mountainsides visible, embraced by drifting white clouds.

The mountain was dense with forests, adorned with cascading waterfalls, rugged cliffs, and inhabited by rare birds and mystical beasts. Its breathtaking and perilous beauty was renowned across the land.

However, compared to the grand and boundless Great Thousand World, Qingyun Mountain was insignificant. Zhou Yi had come here with only two things in mind:

The Zhu Xian Ancient Sword.

And an unparalleled beauty.

His arrival was made possible thanks to Bai Susu.

Her reward had included a Dimensional Card.

And this Dimensional Card corresponded to the world of Zhu Xian.

After relocating the White Dragon Realm beneath the Great Havenlaw Domain and escorting Bai Susu back to the Heavenly Palace, Zhou Yi had used the card—stepping into the world of Zhu Xian.

"This should be fun."

Zhou Yi had no concerns about matters at home. His two clones stood guard, each protected by innate spiritual treasures. Even if the Heavenly Evil Monarch himself appeared, he would be forced to kneel in surrender.

Zhou Yi's gaze settled on Qingyun Sect, a prominent cultivation school nestled within Qingyun Mountain.

On Dazhu Peak, deep in the back mountains…

A cool mountain breeze stirred the air as Tian Ling'er, dressed in a bright red robe, skipped playfully along the path ahead.

Zhang Xiaofan followed behind, watching the lively girl before him. She was like a drifting red cloud, moving gracefully among the mountains, her silhouette swaying with the wind, carrying a faint, alluring fragrance.

His heart swelled with warmth as he quickened his pace to catch up.

Upon reaching the bamboo forest, Zhang Xiaofan began his daily training—cutting bamboo. Tian Ling'er lingered for a short while before wandering off to amuse herself elsewhere.

Suddenly—

She spotted someone up ahead.

Alert yet curious, she examined the figure. The person stood with his back to her. Even so, the silhouette alone was undeniably handsome.

In the next instant—

Zhou Yi turned around.

Their eyes met.

His lips curled into a faint smile.

"What are you looking at?"

Tian Ling'er gasped, startled. Her flawless, jade-like skin flushed pink, a striking contrast to her usual brightness.

So handsome…

Her heartbeat quickened.

As a disciple of Qingyun Sect, she had seen many refined and distinguished cultivators, and there was certainly no shortage of attractive men among them.

Yet—she had never encountered someone as stunning as this.

"You… who are you? How did you get into our Dazhu Peak's back mountains?"

Her voice carried both curiosity and suspicion.

Dazhu Peak had very few disciples. She knew every single one of them. This man definitely wasn't from Dazhu Peak.

And outsiders weren't supposed to be here.

"My name is Zhou Yi," he replied casually. "As for why I'm here…"

He paused.

Tian Ling'er watched him, intrigued.

Then—without warning—he vanished from his spot.

And reappeared right in front of her.

So close that she could feel his breath against her skin.

Tian Ling'er's pupils shrank, her body freezing in place.

What incredible speed!

She hadn't even registered his movement.

"I came because I saw a beautiful girl here," Zhou Yi said, his gaze locking onto hers with unwavering intensity. "So naturally, I had to come."

"You—what nonsense are you saying?!"

Tian Ling'er took a hurried step back, lowering her head in embarrassment. A pair of delicate dimples appeared on her cheeks, enhancing her already radiant beauty.

Her heart pounded in her chest, faster than ever before.

"I'm simply telling the truth," Zhou Yi continued with a smile. "With a face like a blooming lotus and a radiance like peach blossoms—how could you not be beautiful?"

"You…!"

Tian Ling'er, still blushing, mustered her courage to remain wary. "You're not from Qingyun Sect, are you? How did you get in here? And what do you want?"

"Of course, I'm not from Qingyun Sect. As for how I got here…"

Zhou Yi suddenly laughed.

Tian Ling'er frowned. "What's so funny?"

"This world… I go wherever I please," he declared, his voice brimming with absolute confidence. "If I say I came here just to see you—would you believe me?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Tian Ling'er clenched the fabric of her robe, her hands fidgeting nervously. "If you keep saying such things, I'll go tell my mother!"

"How is it nonsense?"

Zhou Yi took a step closer.

She instinctively tried to retreat, but before she could, his arm encircled her slender waist.

He pulled her in—so close that she had no escape.

His gaze pierced into hers.

"Are you saying you're not beautiful?"

"You…"

Tian Ling'er's body went rigid.

This was the first time a man had ever held her like this.

His strong presence surrounded her, his masculine scent overwhelming her senses, making her face burn.

"Let me go… Mmph—!"

Tian Ling'er raised her hands to push against his chest.

But before she could resist—

Zhou Yi lowered his head and captured her soft lips in a kiss.

Her eyes widened.

He… he kissed me?!

My first kiss… is gone?!

Zhou Yi inhaled the sweet fragrance lingering around the young girl. His kiss was firm yet gentle, exuding both dominance and tenderness.

As an experienced heartbreaker, he found Tian Ling'er's innocence all too easy to navigate.

After all, even that fool Qi Hao had managed to win her over.

For Zhou Yi, it was effortless.

"Scoundrel!"

No one knew how much time had passed before Tian Ling'er finally came back to her senses. She pushed Zhou Yi away with all her might, clutched her chest, and fled in a panic.

"Scoundrel…"

Zhou Yi chuckled. Being called that was far better than being labeled a nice guy by a woman.

He lifted his hand slightly, as if the lingering warmth and fragrance of the young girl remained on his fingertips.

If he had truly wanted to claim Tian Ling'er just now, it wouldn't have been difficult.

But there was no need to rush.

He was certain—Tian Ling'er would return tomorrow.

Lowering his head, Zhou Yi exhaled softly, feeling a fire burning within him.

"Seems like I need to find someone to vent this fire."

With that, Zhou Yi vanished from where he stood.

Meanwhile…

Tian Ling'er gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Even now, her heartbeat pounded like a drum, chaotic and unsteady.

"Zhou Yi…"

"What a scoundrel… The moment he arrives, he just—"

She leaned against a thick bamboo stalk, her chest still aching faintly, her cheeks burning.

A long time passed.

Only then did she straighten her robes and make her way toward the spot where Zhang Xiaofan was chopping bamboo.

"Senior Sister!"

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes lit up at the sight of Tian Ling'er, a joyful expression spreading across his face.

"Senior Sister, why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?"

Noticing something unusual, Zhang Xiaofan immediately voiced his concern.

"You're the one with a fever!"

Tian Ling'er snapped back, a bit flustered, and quickly changed the subject.

"Have you finished your training? Hurry up and get back to it!"

"Oh, okay!"

Zhang Xiaofan obediently resumed chopping bamboo.

...

The He Huan Sect.

One of the four great sects of the demonic path in the Zhu Xian world, the He Huan Sect was founded by Lady Golden Bell.

The current Sect Master was the renowned Three Wonders Fairy, San Miao.

As the leader of one of the four major factions within the demonic sects, while she did not possess the formidable strength of the Venom Deity from the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, nor the cunning ambition of the Ghost King from the Ghost King Sect, and lacked the profound cultivation of Jade Yangzi from the Hall of Longevity, her ability to hold a powerful position amidst the treacherous rivalries of the demonic sects spoke volumes—her reputation was well earned.

From Lady Golden Bell's time, the He Huan Sect had inherited numerous strange and mysterious techniques. Though they were not the most overwhelming in sheer power, they excelled in deception and unpredictability.

Among these arts, San Miao Fairy's disguise technique was unparalleled, and her cultivation was not to be underestimated.

At this moment—

San Miao Fairy lounged lazily on the sect master's throne, draped in a crimson robe that accentuated her voluptuous, curvaceous figure. A pair of long, snow-white legs peeked from beneath the fabric, exuding an irresistible allure.

Her very bones seemed imbued with charm, a beauty that could enthrall and ensnare.

"Hmm?"

She suddenly sat up.

A man—handsome beyond words—stood before her without warning.

Her heart tightened in shock.

With her cultivation, she had failed to sense his approach at all.

And this was the very heart of the He Huan Sect's stronghold.

Even if it were the Ghost King of the Ghost King Sect or Dao Xuan, the head of the Azure Cloud Sect, neither should be able to appear here unnoticed.

"Who are you?"

San Miao Fairy's red lips parted slightly, her voice drifting like a soft, bewitching melody. Her alluring features carried a trace of teasing charm, a gaze designed to seize the soul.

As the master of the He Huan Sect, she was well-versed in the arts of seduction.

An ordinary man wouldn't stand a chance against her.

"Zhou Yi."

Zhou Yi stepped forward and, without hesitation, wrapped an arm around her supple waist.

San Miao Fairy's body went rigid.

Despite being the leader of the He Huan Sect, she had never needed a man for dual cultivation. Zhou Yi was the first who dared to act so presumptuously toward her.

"Young Master Zhou, what brings you here so suddenly?"

Her rigid posture softened, and she actively wrapped her arms around Zhou Yi's back, whispering seductively in his ear.

"Madam, what else do you think I've come here for?"

Zhou Yi chuckled, slipping a hand beneath her robes, his fingers pressing against the soft, supple flesh beneath. His other arm tightened, pulling her plump body firmly into his embrace.

A sharp glint flashed in San Miao Fairy's eyes.

A dagger—a powerful enchanted weapon—suddenly materialized in her palm, and with a swift, merciless motion, she drove it straight into Zhou Yi's back.

Shhkk!

Zhou Yi sucked in a sharp breath, but he did not let go. Instead, he tightened his hold, his voice carrying a hint of sorrow.

"Madam, you're truly ruthless."

Even as he spoke, Zhou Yi did not hesitate—his sword plunged into her abdomen, drawing fresh, crimson blood.

"You—!"

San Miao Fairy's eyes widened. With gritted teeth, she tried to pull out her dagger for another strike—only to find it stuck.

She abandoned the blade.

Instead, a thread-thin strand of silken energy emerged from her fingertips, barely visible to the naked eye. With a delicate flick of her fingers, she began to weave an intricate, invisible web, aiming to ensnare Zhou Yi completely.

This was the He Huan Sect's secret technique—Silken Bindings, her true, most powerful weapon.

Buzz!

Suddenly, golden light burst forth from Zhou Yi's body, illuminating the chamber in radiant brilliance.

The Silken Bindings instantly lost their effect.

A wave of dread surged through San Miao Fairy's heart.

"Who… exactly are you?"

She gasped.

She knew the powerhouses of both righteous and demonic sects—yet Zhou Yi was entirely unfamiliar.

Zhou Yi did not answer.

He merely drove his sword deeper.

Blood poured freely.

Weakened, her strength drained, San Miao Fairy's body grew soft, abandoning resistance entirely.

This was the heart of her sect's stronghold.

Without her command, no disciple would dare barge in.

Besides—

Just now, in the briefest of moments, she had sensed an unfathomable, terrifying depth to Zhou Yi's cultivation.

Even if her disciples arrived, they would be nothing more than additional casualties.

Time passed, second by second.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the land.

The silver moon gradually rose, its pale radiance spilling over the world.

Two figures intertwined in the dim light, their silhouettes shifting against the backdrop of a star-speckled sky—stars that gleamed like watching, blinking eyes.

Outside, a light, cheerful voice suddenly called out.

"Master, I'm back!"

A young woman, dressed in bright yellow robes, entered happily.

Her gaze was filled with warmth, a gentle smile on her lips.

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her luminous eyes shining like rippling water. Just a single glance was enough to make someone lose themselves entirely, unwilling to ever leave.

Zhou Yi turned his head.

Their eyes met.

She blinked, her gaze clear and brilliant, resembling the sparkling stars in the twilight sky.

She was breathtaking.

"Master!"

Jin Ping'er's body stiffened.

Her eyes widened in shock.

"You… You two…!"

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