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

"Ma… Master, you…?" Jin Ping'er's eyes widened as she stared straight at Fairy San Miao and Zhou Yi. Although their sect was called the He H

"Ma… Master, you…?"

Jin Ping'er's eyes widened as she stared straight at Fairy San Miao and Zhou Yi.

Although their sect was called the He Huan Sect, it wasn't actually a dual-cultivation sect.

In all these years, she had never seen her master involved with any man.

Yet today, upon her return, she had walked in on…

And in the solemn, dignified grand hall of the He Huan Sect, no less.

Her master was actually with a man…

"But this man is really handsome, and he's also so… so…"

Jin Ping'er was secretly shaken.

Even though their sect didn't practice dual cultivation, they were well-versed in the arts of allure and deeply knowledgeable about matters between men and women.

She could sense that Zhou Yi was not an ordinary man.

"Ping'er!"

Fairy San Miao was caught off guard, her body tensing up. She hadn't expected Jin Ping'er to return so suddenly.

Even as the sect master of the He Huan Sect, possessing immense mental fortitude, at this moment, she wished she could find a hole in the ground and disappear.

Among everyone present, only Zhou Yi remained calm, as composed as ever.

He had already sensed Jin Ping'er's arrival before she had even entered.

"I saw nothing!"

Jin Ping'er snapped out of her daze and immediately turned to flee, flustered.

"This disciple of yours is quite promising."

Zhou Yi's hand slid under San Miao's robe, caressing her supple skin as he inhaled the faint, intoxicating fragrance from her body. His tone carried a deeper meaning.

"Haven't you had enough of me already, my lord? And now you even have your eyes on my disciple?"

San Miao gazed at Zhou Yi with a mixture of resentment and helplessness. He was simply too powerful. She had no means to resist, so she could only accept her fate.

But Jin Ping'er was her most talented disciple, the future hope of the He Huan Sect. She couldn't bear to see her fall into Zhou Yi's hands.

"Are you not curious about who I really am?"

Zhou Yi chuckled, meeting San Miao's enchanting, inquisitive gaze. He withdrew his jade-like hand from her robes and pointed to the sky.

San Miao was momentarily stunned. She followed his gesture and looked up at the heavens, her mind racing.

There could only be one answer.

"You're not trying to tell me that you come from the heavens… that you're an immortal descended to the mortal world, are you?"

Since ancient times, the people of the Zhu Xian world had pursued eternal life and sought the path to immortality, yet no one had ever succeeded.

The cultivation path had been established, but true immortality remained elusive.

Even among cultivators like San Miao, no one could say with certainty whether immortals truly existed.

"I mean that I come from beyond the heavens."

Zhou Yi gently pressed down on her back, his voice calm yet profound.

"In my world, immortality is not impossible. To you, it may as well be the Immortal Realm."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

San Miao found it hard to believe.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

Zhou Yi knew this was difficult to accept, but he had merely spoken casually. In time, San Miao would come to understand.

"For now, let me give you a small gift."

Zhou Yi's arm moved slightly, and without hesitation, he transferred all the resources he carried to San Miao.

San Miao trembled. Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Zhou Yi.

"This is your… 'small' gift?"

"Of course! Do you like it?"

San Miao: "…"

Like your head!

But soon, she realized that the gifts Zhou Yi gave were far from ordinary.

As she absorbed them, she felt her cultivation steadily increasing.

She had already reached what she believed to be her absolute peak, where further progress was impossible.

Yet now, she could clearly sense her cultivation surging.

It was as if she had consumed a divine elixir.

"Open your mouth."

This time, Zhou Yi took out two actual pills and held them near San Miao's lips.

"What are these?"

San Miao was wary.

As someone from one of the four great sects of the demonic path, she had survived by being cautious.

Even though she had already given herself to Zhou Yi, that didn't mean she trusted him.

"Relax. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't use poison."

Zhou Yi chuckled.

"One is a Youth Retaining Pill, which will preserve your beauty and restore your youth. The other will enhance your cultivation."

San Miao hesitated. But the enticing fragrance of the pills was undeniable.

She had no choice but to trust Zhou Yi.

Her lips parted slightly as she swallowed the two pills.

The moment they entered her mouth, they dissolved instantly, transforming into a warm, surging energy that swept through her entire body. Her cultivation skyrocketed.

With Zhou Yi's support, her progress was unfathomable.

If measured by Qingyun Sect's standards, she had leaped from the Shangqing Realm to the Taiqing Realm in an instant.

She had reached the pinnacle, matching the cultivation of Qingyun Sect's most legendary figure—Patriarch Qing Ye!

"Incredible!"

San Miao was stunned.

A single pill had propelled her cultivation to heights she had never dared to imagine. It was simply unheard of.

"Now, take a look at your face."

Zhou Yi conjured a mirror of light.

San Miao gazed into it, seeing her delicate, blushing face—radiant and youthful, as if she had returned to her twenties.

Even though she had looked around thirty before, she could distinctly tell that her youth had been fully restored.

This was utterly miraculous.

"That Charming Silk robe of yours is made of rather mediocre material. Let me refine it for you."

With a flick of his fingers, Zhou Yi summoned the delicate silk robe that had fallen earlier.

He performed a refining technique, infusing it with rare metals from the Great Thousand World and incorporating the divine ice silk of the Celestial Ice Silkworm.

When the reforging was complete, the Charming Silk robe had ascended to the level of a Saint Artifact, equivalent to a treasure wielded by Earthly Supremes.

In this world, it was an unparalleled treasure.

"Take a look."

San Miao inspected it and was left speechless.

The robe's strength had increased by not just a hundredfold, but a thousandfold.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! Thank you, my lord!"

San Miao beamed with joy.

This time, her gratitude was genuine, not a forced smile of submission.

"As long as you're happy."

Zhou Yi chuckled.

For him, this was nothing more than a casual gesture.

With his current abilities, even his simplest creations were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"If you're so happy, why don't you give me a child?"

Zhou Yi smirked.

San Miao was incredibly charming, and he was deeply fond of her.

Being with her, he felt a warmth that made him reluctant to leave.

San Miao's body was flexible, soft, and carried a natural allure that made her irresistible.

With her sudden increase in cultivation and the priceless treasures gifted to her, her heart was filled with joy.

Her mindset shifted completely—where she had once worried about Zhou Yi's interest in her disciple, she now saw it as an opportunity.

A great fortune, even!

The thought made her embrace Zhou Yi's 'golden thigh' even tighter.

The moon rose and fell.

The sun rose and set.

Happy times always passed too quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.

The sun was already high in the sky.

The reward that Fairy San Miao received was the Grand Joy Immortal Sutra, a scripture that directly pointed toward the path of immortality.

Zhou Yi passed it to her without hesitation.

The sunlight, now piercing and bright, slipped through the window, quietly creeping across the face of the sleeping beauty in Zhou Yi's arms.

Gazing down at the woman nestled against his chest, her delicate face still flushed, faint traces of dried tears at the corners of her eyes, Zhou Yi couldn't help but smile. She looked as though she had endured much.

After a moment, he gently placed her to the side and carefully attempted to slip away.

Yet, even his light movements stirred Fairy San Miao.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she groggily woke, and upon seeing Zhou Yi about to leave, she immediately wrapped her arms around his. With a playful smile, she asked,

"Are you leaving already, my lord?"

Zhou Yi chuckled, pinching her soft cheek.

"Don't worry, my little enchantress. How could I bear to leave you? I just have some matters to attend to—I'll be back soon."

"Phew! You almost scared me!"

Fairy San Miao let out a long breath, pressing a soft jade-like hand against her ample chest. Her trembling posture made Zhou Yi's eyes gleam with admiration.

Smiling, she stretched out her arms and pulled him into an embrace once more.

Time slipped away.

From noon to afternoon.

"What a little temptress!"

Zhou Yi licked his lips, nearly unable to pull himself away.

She had insisted that he stay for a meal.

And those soft, white steamed buns were truly… quite large.

With a flicker of his figure, Zhou Yi headed toward the back mountain of Qingyun Sect's Great Bamboo Peak.

If his guess was correct…

Tian Ling'er was surely waiting for him there.

The moment Zhou Yi left, Jin Ping'er rushed into the room.

Upon seeing Fairy San Miao lying on the bed, her eyes turned red, and she threw herself onto her master.

"Wuuu…"

Fairy San Miao was startled.

"What's wrong?"

Could it be… that Zhou Yi had bullied her?

That couldn't be right.

Zhou Yi had been with her the entire time and never left her side.

There was no way he could have done anything to Jin Ping'er.

Through sobs, Jin Ping'er choked out,

"It's all my fault… I could only stand there and watch while Master was being bullied… I was powerless to stop it!"

At first, she had been too shocked by what she saw.

But after stepping out to calm herself, something felt off.

That man—she had never seen him before.

And she had never heard of her master being involved with any man.

Most importantly, when she caught a glimpse of the scene, there were two treasures lying on the floor.

One was her master's famed weapon—Charming Silk.

The other was a simple enchanted dagger.

If their relationship was normal, why would their weapons be on the ground?

It was obvious.

Her master had been forced.

Fairy San Miao laughed softly, stroking Jin Ping'er's head.

"What are you saying? At first, it was indeed forced upon me, but now… I am willing. And beyond that—it's an incredible fortune!"

Jin Ping'er shook her head furiously.

"Master, don't lie to me! Look at you—you're hurt! And so badly!"

Clearly, the man was immensely powerful.

"It's just a small wound. I'll recover in no time!"

Fairy San Miao chuckled and lifted Jin Ping'er's chin, gazing into her eyes.

"Can't you see what's changed about me?"

Jin Ping'er was momentarily stunned. Then, her pupils shrank in shock.

"Master… you… you've become younger?!"

"Correct. This was his gift to me—a Rejuvenation Pill!"

Jin Ping'er pouted.

"Master, did you really let yourself be bought off by a single pill?"

Fairy San Miao playfully flicked her forehead.

"Nonsense. Do you take your master for someone so cheap?"

She then revealed her upgraded Charming Silk along with her enhanced cultivation level, leaving Jin Ping'er utterly speechless.

They were part of the Demonic Sect, where benefits came first.

With so much to gain—and the chance to attach themselves to such a powerful figure—she could hardly fault her master's choice.

Especially since that man was so handsome.

Fairy San Miao smiled.

"He's also quite interested in you. You should stay here for now. I'll pass down the Grand Joy Immortal Sutra to you—it's a direct path to the Dao of Immortality."

Jin Ping'er nodded. She understood exactly what her master meant.

She would remain here and wait for Zhou Yi's return.

Then, they would serve him together.

She had no objections.

After all…

She, too, desired immortality.

She knew that with her own abilities, she would likely only surpass her master slightly at best.

But what would be the point?

Even Qingyun Sect's Grandmaster Qing Ye, a figure of great renown, had eventually turned to dust after hundreds of years.

But Zhou Yi…

He could grant them eternal life.

Meanwhile.

At Great Bamboo Peak's back mountain.

Tian Ling'er sat at the same spot where she had met Zhou Yi the day before, lost in thought.

Her emotions were in turmoil.

She had been unable to sleep the previous night.

Every time she closed her eyes, his image appeared in her mind.

It was as if an invisible hand gripped her heart.

That morning…

After much hesitation, she couldn't resist coming here.

Only to find…

He wasn't there.

She let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Yet, at the same time, she felt a little… disappointed.

"Thinking about me?"

A deep, magnetic voice suddenly rang in her ear.

Startled, Tian Ling'er jumped to her feet—only to collide directly into Zhou Yi's embrace.

She instinctively tried to pull away, but a strong arm wrapped around her, holding her close.

Zhou Yi rested his chin on her snow-white shoulder.

Her pristine skin, fairer than frost, took on the softest shade of pink.

She was breathtaking.

"Y-you… let go!"

Tian Ling'er stammered, flustered.

"No."

Zhou Yi inhaled the faint fragrance of her hair and murmured in her ear,

"I came all this way just to see you. I can't leave empty-handed, now can I?"

Hearing that he had come specifically for her, Tian Ling'er's heart melted.

She no longer insisted that he let go and instead asked,

"Where… do you live?"

"Far away."

"Liar! If it were that far, how did you get here so fast?"

"I'm just fast."

As they spoke, Zhou Yi's hands did not remain idle.

He was never one to waste an opportunity.

"D-don't…!"

Tian Ling'er grasped at his mischievous hands, trying to stop him.

But Zhou Yi simply leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"Mmm!"

Tian Ling'er's body stiffened, then gradually softened in his arms.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"Senior Sister?"

Tian Ling'er's eyes flew open in panic.

It was Zhang Xiaofan!

If he saw them… it would be over!

"Don't move," Zhou Yi whispered.

"He won't see us."

"That's impossible—"

Before she could finish, she realized…

The surrounding bamboo and grass had grown wildly, shielding them from view.

"What kind of Dao technique is this?"

Tian Ling'er was utterly shocked. Zhou Yi's hands were still on her body, yet without any noticeable movement, the surrounding bamboo and grass began to grow rapidly.

"Ah!"

Just as Tian Ling'er was reeling from the sheer wonder of Zhou Yi's mystical abilities, he suddenly took advantage of the moment.

"Senior Sister, where are you?"

Not far away, Zhang Xiaofan seemed to hear something. He turned to look in their direction, but he saw no one.

"You… how could you do this?"

A single tear slid down the corner of Tian Ling'er's eye—whether from grievance or pain, she herself could not tell.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Zhou Yi held her delicate, trembling form tightly in his arms, gently kissing away her tears. His voice was soft and soothing:

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Zhang Xiaofan is coming—you wouldn't want him to find us, would you?"

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