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

A crystal-clear brook babbled softly, its surface shimmering under the sunlight. The gentle wind carried the scent of fresh greenery as willow trees, lush and vibrant, dipped their long, slender branches into the water. Beneath the shade of one such tree, two figures stood close together, their shadows merging on the soft earth.

Zhou Yi grasped Xiao Bai's delicate, fair hand and helped her up from where she knelt.

"You only know how to tease me, don't you?" Xiao Bai turned her head, casting a playful yet accusatory glance at Zhou Yi. Her beauty, though touched by time, held a charm that was both mature and intoxicating.

"Do you dislike it?" Zhou Yi chuckled, his hands lightly resting on her waist as he turned her to face away from him.

Xiao Bai placed her hands against the sturdy trunk of a willow tree by the brook. She glanced back at him with a mixture of feigned annoyance and amusement. "Dislike it? Do I even have a choice?"

Zhou Yi laughed. "You make it sound like I'm some tyrant forcing my will upon you."

"Aren't you?" Xiao Bai smiled knowingly, her expression captivating as a lily blooming in the night.

Meanwhile, in the bustling grounds of Fenxiang Valley, disciples scurried about, their eyes sharp with determination.

"The fox demon must be nearby!"

"She has an accomplice—everyone, stay alert!"

Yet their search proved fruitless.

As the sun climbed to its zenith, its scorching rays blanketed the land. One by one, the disciples admitted defeat, their spirits dampened by their failure.

Zhou Yi watched them depart, a smirk playing at his lips. To him, their efforts were laughable.

Letting out a slow breath, he turned his attention to the figure in his arms—Xiao Bai, the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox. Retrieving a flask of potent wine, he chuckled.

"I know you enjoy a good drink."

Xiao Bai's mesmerizing gaze met his as she took the flask. "You seem to know me well."

"Is that surprising?" Zhou Yi smirked, his eyes flickering toward her slightly rounded abdomen. "I'd say our connection runs deep."

Rolling her eyes at him, Xiao Bai unsealed the flask and inhaled deeply. The fragrance was rich and intoxicating, eliciting a look of contentment from her. Raising the bottle to her lips, she took a long, unreserved drink.

"Good wine!" she sighed, her fair cheeks taking on a rosy hue from the alcohol's fiery embrace.

Zhou Yi accepted the flask back, taking a hearty swig himself.

Wine was best enjoyed with company—especially beautiful company.

Xiao Bai giggled, her gaze growing softer. She tilted her head back, cascading her hair like a silken waterfall, and drank again. Before long, she was thoroughly intoxicated.

The wine Zhou Yi had given her was no ordinary brew—it was a spiritual elixir, its effects profound. By the time she awoke, her cultivation would have advanced significantly.

Satisfied, Zhou Yi carefully dressed her in a flowing white robe and carried her away. Their destination: Blackstone Cave on the outskirts of Xiaochi Town.

Deep within the cavern, near a pool of molten lava, lay a large, snow-white fox. Its six tails curled gracefully around its resting form, its breath slow and steady in slumber.

This was Xiao Liu—Xiao Bai's son.

Beside him sat a woman clad in white. Her beauty was of a rare and delicate kind, her long, flowing hair cascading freely over her shoulders. With eyes like rippling water, she exuded a gentle, melancholic grace.

She was the Three-Tailed Fox Demon.

Originally, Zhou Yi had intended to drop Xiao Bai off and head to the He Huan Sect to see Fairy San Miao —a woman whose charm still lingered in his memory. But now, looking at the scene before him, he hesitated.

To act or not to act?

He clicked his tongue, smirking. "What's the point of pretending to be a gentleman?"

Life was about indulgence—about pursuing one's desires without restraint.

His voice echoed in the Three-Tailed Fox Demon's mind, startling her. "If you want to save him, come out."

Alarmed, she glanced at Xiao Liu, ensuring he was unharmed. Whoever had spoken was strong—far beyond ordinary cultivators.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Liu noticed her hesitation and asked.

"Nothing… I just need to find some food," she replied, masking her concern as she stepped out of the cave.

Zhou Yi watched as she approached, a vision of hesitant beauty. Her gaze, filled with caution and curiosity, met his. For a fleeting moment, it was as if a tender hand brushed against his face.

"You can save my brother?" she asked, nervous but hopeful.

Zhou Yi smirked. "A mere Ninefold Frostbite Stinger from Shangguan Ce? A trivial matter."

Her heart swelled with relief. "What do you want in return?"

Zhou Yi's eyes lingered on her delicate features, his meaning clear. "You."

The Three-Tailed Fox Demon hesitated but then nodded. "Fine. But you must save my brother first."

Zhou Yi's expression darkened. "You're in no position to bargain."

In an instant, an overwhelming force bound her in place. She felt as though she were a lone boat amidst a raging sea, utterly powerless.

His strength was terrifying—far beyond anything she had encountered before.

Seeing him turn away, she panicked. "Wait! I agree!"

As the pressure lifted, she hurriedly reached out, clutching his sleeve. Her mind raced—this man was her only hope.

Zhou Yi smirked, tilting her chin up.

"I knew you were smart. Or should I say, a clever little fox?"

Her heart pounded as she gazed into his eyes, her breath hitching. His presence was intoxicating, overwhelming.

"Please… be gentle," she whispered.

In the dim twilight, Zhou Yi cast a knowing smile and firmly grasped the Three-Tailed Fox Demon. With a steady hand on her waist, he turned her around, facing away from him.

"When a woman says no, she often means yes."

Her long lashes trembled slightly, half-concealing her enchanting eyes, which rippled like a quiet lake disturbed by a sudden breeze. A fleeting frown crossed her delicate brows.

"Shh, keep your voice down. We're not far from Blackstone Cave. You wouldn't want Xiao Liu to hear, would you?" Zhou Yi whispered softly against her ear, his lips grazing her pale cheek.

The Three-Tailed Fox Demon remained silent. She lifted her hand and bit the back of it gently, her eyes shimmering as a single tear slipped down her face.

Inside Blackstone Cave.

Xiao Liu, the Six-Tailed White Fox, furrowed his brows in concern as time passed without the return of the Three-Tailed Fox Spirit.

"Could she have encountered an enemy?"

Yet, with his injuries so severe, he could barely summon the strength to move, let alone search for her.

Meanwhile, outside the cave, the Three-Tailed Fox Demon clenched her teeth, her body tensed with determination. For the sake of saving Xiao Liu, she endured what she must, bearing the weight of her choice in silence.

The sun blazed overhead, scorching the earth. But as time slipped by, the sky softened into hues of crimson and gold. As the last light of dusk painted the horizon, the Three-Tailed Fox Demon let out a quiet, weary sigh and collapsed.

"You did well," Zhou Yi remarked, a satisfied glint in his gaze.

The fox demon's voice was soft, tinged with an almost imperceptible allure. "If Senior is pleased, then I implore you to uphold your promise—please, save my brother. I would be forever grateful, and in the future, Senior may call upon me for anything."

She had no intention of letting him leave without fulfilling his end of the bargain. To secure Xiao Liu's survival, she willingly placed herself in his debt—not just for today, but for the days to come.

Zhou Yi chuckled. "You needn't worry. I wouldn't deceive a little fox."

With a casual motion, he gathered her into his arms. "But first, let me tend to your wounds."

His previous actions had left her injured, but with a wave of his hand, his divine power surged, instantly restoring her to perfect health.

The Three-Tailed Fox Demon's heart trembled. She had already believed Zhou Yi to be unfathomably powerful, yet even now, she realized she had underestimated him. If he possessed such miraculous abilities, then curing Xiao Liu would be no challenge at all.

She swiftly dressed, her gaze toward Zhou Yi now carrying a newfound reverence.

Zhou Yi, on the other hand, reached into the barrier nearby and lifted a figure into his arms.

The fox demon's eyes narrowed. Though she was unsure why, she instinctively felt that this woman—draped in an air of intoxicating elegance—was also of the fox clan. And not just any fox, but one of extraordinary lineage.

"She's your brother's mother," Zhou Yi stated plainly.

"What?" The Three-Tailed Fox Demon's eyes widened in disbelief. She had never imagined that this alluring, wine-scented woman—radiating both charm and mystery—was actually Xiao Liu's mother.

"But… my brother always believed that his mother was taken by the Fenxiang Valley…"

"And you think rescuing her would have been difficult for me?" Zhou Yi asked coolly.

The fox demon immediately lowered her gaze. "Senior's power is boundless—Fenxiang Valley would not even be worthy of carrying your shoes."

Her hatred toward the sect ran deep. After all, it was their elder, Shangguan Ce, who had inflicted the Ninefold Frostbite Stingers upon Xiao Liu.

Soon after, Zhou Yi, carrying both the fox demon and the newly freed woman, descended upon Blackstone Cave.

Xiao Liu lifted his head at the sound of approaching footsteps. His gaze locked onto the woman in Zhou Yi's arms, and for a long moment, he was frozen.

"…Mother?" His voice trembled.

With a simple flick of Zhou Yi's fingers, a verdant glow enveloped Xiao Liu, dissolving the Frostbite Stingers left by Shangguan Ce and healing his wounds completely.

In a flash of light, Xiao Liu, the Six-Tailed White Fox, transformed into his human form—a handsome young man. He took a step forward and respectfully bowed.

"Senior, you have saved my life. May I ask for your honorable name?"

He could already guess that his mother's return was also Zhou Yi's doing.

"Zhou Yi."

Setting the woman down gently, Zhou Yi added, "Tell your mother—I will visit her when I have the time."

With that, his figure flickered and vanished into the night, leaving no room for sentimental reunions.

Departing from Blackstone Cave, Zhou Yi made his way directly to the He Huan Sect.

"My Lord."

A delicate fragrance wafted through the air as two women approached—one mature and voluptuous, the other young and irresistibly enchanting. The former was the renowned Fairy San Miao, and the latter, a captivating beauty known as Jin Ping'er.

Both bowed with practiced grace, their voices carrying a mesmerizing charm.

Zhou Yi wrapped an arm around their slender waists, taking in their soft, intoxicating scents. His mood lifted considerably.

Though Jin Ping'er stiffened momentarily, she quickly relaxed, adapting to the situation with effortless poise. Indeed, a true enchantress always understood when to surrender to the tides.

But even a saintess had her own charms—ones that proved far more thrilling.

Zhou Yi swept Jin Ping'er into his arms.

She was the He Huan Sect's most exceptional disciple, a master of seduction arts, known as "Miao Gongzi." Her beauty was ethereal, her every glance enticing. And yet, beneath that captivating exterior lay a cunning mind, sharp as a blade.

Zhou Yi found her utterly delightful.

If anything, he was a man of unwavering dedication.

Dedicated only to beauty.

And in this resolve, he would never waver.

Jin Ping'er's heart pounded like a restless deer, her chest rising and falling with each uncertain breath.

In the next moment, she gasped softly as Zhou Yi, without hesitation, pushed open the doors to her private chamber.

Midnight arrived, casting silver light upon the land.

Satisfied, Zhou Yi stepped out, adjusting his belt, his spirits soaring.

Perhaps it was the combined efforts of the two women, but the heavens seemed to have favored him this night—his rewards had multiplied.

Among them was the Purple Gold Bell, an artifact forged within the Eight Trigrams Furnace of the Great Sage of the West.

Though not a true innate treasure, its power was undeniable. Comprised of three bells, each possessed a unique ability:

The first unleashed a fiery blaze three hundred meters wide.

The second emitted a thick, choking smoke.

The third, the most fearsome of all, scattered a deadly yellow sand. Once inhaled, it could claim a life in moments.

Zhou Yi stowed away the treasure and departed from the He Huan Sect.

...

Qingyun Sect.

Great Bamboo Peak.

Tian Ling'er lay on the bed, clutching her blanket tightly, utterly bored.

"Is Brother Zhou Yi not coming today?"

She murmured in her heart, torn between wanting him to come and not wanting him to.

The latter, of course, was because she was a little afraid.

Every time, he would…

"Did you miss me?"

A voice suddenly rang out.

Before she could react, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

A shiver ran through her entire body, but her instinctive reaction was one of joy.

"I did!"

Zhou Yi inhaled the faint fragrance lingering on Tian Ling'er's body and chuckled.

"Where did you miss me?"

"You're so annoying!"

"Was it here?"

"No..."

The next morning.

Su Ru noticed that Tian Ling'er had gotten up unusually early to wash the bedsheets and blankets. A flicker of suspicion crossed her eyes.

Something was off.

Very off.

Could it be that Tian Ling'er had secretly read forbidden books again last night?

And even to the point of…

Just what kind of book could be this intense?

Su Ru discreetly observed and tested her reactions throughout the day, becoming increasingly certain that Tian Ling'er was hiding something.

Then—

When Tian Ling'er went out, Su Ru seized the opportunity to search her room thoroughly.

Yet, there wasn't the slightest trace of a forbidden book.

"What exactly is going on?"

The more she thought about it, the more things didn't add up—especially when she subtly probed Tian Ling'er with questions and found her answers evasive.

"No, I have to get to the bottom of this!"

A plan formed in Su Ru's mind.

That night.

After dinner, Tian Ling'er hurried back to her room.

Unbeknownst to her, Su Ru had already slipped inside earlier and hidden herself.

As soon as Tian Ling'er entered, she locked the door behind her, completely unaware that Su Ru was concealed behind the wardrobe.

She flopped onto her bed, burrowing into the blanket and rolling around.

"Brother Zhou Yi said he'd come early tonight… I wonder when he'll get here?"

She mumbled to herself.

Behind the wardrobe, Su Ru's body stiffened.

Her eyes widened in shock as if struck by lightning, and her fists clenched tightly.

A man was sneaking in at night to secretly meet with Tian Ling'er!?

Her mind instantly recalled Tian Ling'er washing her bedsheets and blankets early in the morning.

Clearly, the reason wasn't forbidden books—Tian Ling'er had already tasted the forbidden fruit.

But something didn't add up.

If Tian Ling'er had truly lost her purity, there was no way Su Ru wouldn't have noticed.

"No matter what, I have to catch that damned man tonight and make him pay!"

Su Ru's expression darkened with resolve.

She had always been strong-willed, fierce, and bold. When she was younger, she was mischievous and fiery, and even now, many of the elders in Qingyun Sect were wary of her.

Especially when she recalled the night before last—she had been just outside the door at the time. That damned man was likely already in Tian Ling'er's bed then.

At that thought, her anger erupted like wildfire.

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