Capítulo 70: Chapter 70: Ah Yin Gives Birth!!
As soon as the news broke, the entire Notting City erupted into chaos.
Countless Soul Masters were in an uproar.
"Waaaah! Martial God Douluo is getting married again? And this time, it's Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden!"
"Didn't someone claim Martial God Douluo was so obsessed with women that he'd fade into obscurity? Well, consider their face thoroughly slapped!"
"Martial God Douluo is truly an idol to us all!"
"Exactly! This year, if he wasn't marrying someone, he was on the way to marry someone. And now, without any fuss, he's become a Titled Douluo!"
"Lady Liu, Lady Ah Yin, Lady Li and her sisters, Lady Xiao Wu… Now the Holy Maiden makes six wives!"
"Does he even have time to cultivate?"
"Haven't you heard what Martial God Douluo said? With the Twelfth-level Golden Bell Shield perfecting his Vajra Body, he doesn't need sleep or rest. His strength replenishes endlessly! He works hard at night and cultivates during the day—what's the problem?"
"I'm turning green with envy!"
"I must join Martial Sect and follow in his footsteps! I'll work hard at night and cultivate during the day too!"
Countless Soul Masters were filled with jealousy and admiration.
Although some doubted the extraordinary capabilities of the Golden Bell Shield, Zhou Yi's rapid succession of marriages and meteoric rise in cultivation were undeniable facts. This only fueled the growing fervor for joining Martial Sect and practicing the path of martial cultivation.
While low-ranking Soul Masters were celebrating with excitement and anticipation, the leaders of major powers were growing increasingly uneasy.
At this moment, within a secluded study, Heaven Dou Empire's Emperor Xue Ye and Star Luo Empire's Emperor Dai Jinba were engaged in a secret meeting.
As emperors, such private meetings were rare.
But Zhou Yi's rapid ascent to Titled Douluo at the young age of 23, coupled with the creation of Martial Dao and possession of two 100,000-year Soul Rings, had drawn them out of their palaces.
"Zhou Yi marrying Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden Bibi Dong so soon… Does he intend to ally with Spirit Hall?" Dai Jinba asked, his voice a mixture of shock and deep concern.
Spirit Hall had always harbored grand ambitions. However, their lack of sufficient numbers among Soul Masters had prevented them from gaining an overwhelming advantage over the two empires. This balance maintained a fragile peace.
But if Zhou Yi formed an alliance with Spirit Hall and used Martial Dao to recruit countless commoners as his martial disciples, the empires' advantage would vanish in an instant.
How could they possibly contend with that?
"Zhou Yi's ambition to establish Martial Sect clearly shows he's unwilling to be subordinate to anyone," Xue Ye said, his tone heavy with contemplation. "And Spirit Hall won't accept being second either. A full alliance between the two would be difficult."
"Even if they do unite now, mistrust will linger between them. In the future, they'll inevitably become competitors."
Despite his analysis, Xue Ye couldn't hide his grave expression.
Regardless of their intentions, Zhou Yi's Martial Dao and his overwhelming power had already disrupted the delicate balance among the continent's major powers.
Still, Xue Ye and Dai Jinba refrained from delving too deeply into speculation. They trusted each other no more than they trusted Zhou Yi.
Their meeting was brief, driven solely by their mutual unease over Zhou Yi's rising influence.
"We must obtain Zhou Yi's Martial Dao techniques," Xue Ye declared decisively. "I don't believe a cultivation method devised by a man in his twenties could be flawless!"
Xue Ye harbored serious doubts about the Golden Bell Shield.
He found it hard to believe such an invincible technique truly existed.
A Vajra Body, immunity to all poisons, and even the ability to go without sleep while maintaining boundless strength? Such claims bordered on fantasy.
Although skeptical, Xue Ye dared not act rashly without sufficient understanding.
Heaven Dou Empire's strength lay in its vast armies, but its Soul Master elite paled in comparison to Spirit Hall or the great sects.
Even if he wished to deal with Zhou Yi, there was little he could do. A military siege would be futile against Zhou Yi's speed and strength.
Dai Jinba's thoughts mirrored Xue Ye's.
"First, we must fully understand the secrets of Martial Dao," he said.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will emerge victorious in a hundred battles.
...
After finalizing the wedding date with Zhou Yi, Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu escorted Bibi Dong and the others back to Spirit Hall.
Inside a luxurious carriage, Qian Daoliu sat beside Qian Xunji, carefully studying a manual Zhou Yi had gifted them—the Yang Art Technique.
To ensure they could comprehend it, Zhou Yi had also provided an accompanying book titled The Human Body: A Guide to Meridians and Acupoints.
"What an ingenious concept! Zhou Yi truly is a genius of the ages!" Qian Daoliu couldn't help but praise as he delved deeper into the texts.
"Father, do you think his Golden Bell Shield is really as powerful as he claims?" Qian Xunji asked hesitantly.
Qian Xunji still harbored a grudge against the power of the Golden Bell Shield.
Because it was simply too overwhelming.
"The Golden Bell Shield's defense and strength are undeniably formidable. As for its other capabilities, I can't be certain," Qian Daoliu shook his head before turning his gaze to Qian Xunji.
"However, no matter how powerful Zhou Yi is, he is ultimately just a mortal!"
"As long as our Qian Clan produces an Angelic God, no matter how strong Zhou Yi's Golden Bell Shield is, it will be utterly powerless!"
"Father, you are absolutely correct," Qian Xunji nodded. He was well aware that their family had the Angelic God inheritance.
The problem was, neither his father, Qian Daoliu, nor himself had passed the trial.
They were destined to be unworthy of becoming Angelic Gods.
"You're out of the running. We can only place our hopes on the next generation," Qian Daoliu remarked, glancing at him. "So, you need to put in some effort!"
"Yes, Father!"
Qian Xunji nodded solemnly, thinking it was high time to find himself a wife.
Zhou Yi: My future wife, Qian Renxue, is about to make her debut! Keep going!
As the moon rose and the sun set, time flowed like the turning of the stars.
Another busy day came to an end. Night spread its quiet, water-like veil, and the bustling energy of the day gradually faded. Countless Soul Masters were destined to spend a sleepless night.
Inside an inn.
Tang Yuehua stood by the window, left ajar, gazing at the bright and pristine moon in the night sky. Her heart felt as empty as the room, tinged with a hint of longing.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
The evening breeze gently swept in, carrying a slight chill.
Disappointment flickered in Tang Yuehua's eyes as she turned away, walking further into the room.
But she left the window open, as if intentionally waiting for someone.
"Fair maiden, were you waiting for me?"
Suddenly, a playful, hoarse voice broke the silence.
Tang Yuehua shuddered, and before she could react, someone embraced her tightly from behind.
"Help... mmph—"
She had just opened her mouth to call for help when it was promptly silenced.
Tang Yuehua's eyes widened in alarm.
In that moment, she vaguely saw the intruder's face and sensed an all-too-familiar aura.
"You scoundrel!"
Cursing inwardly, Tang Yuehua felt her tension ease. At the same time, her petite fists began weakly pounding against Zhou Yi's chest.
A long while later.
Zhou Yi finally released her.
Tang Yuehua's delicate face was flushed red as she leaned weakly in Zhou Yi's embrace, her eyes watery with emotion. "You rogue! You scared me to death!" she chastised coquettishly.
"I just wanted to surprise you."
"More like frighten me!"
"Well, I'll make it up to you properly!"
Zhou Yi lifted her curvaceous and graceful figure into his arms with a princess carry, striding towards the soft bed within the room.
"Who wants your compensation? Save it for your Holy Maiden wife!"
Tang Yuehua sighed wistfully, her voice tinged with jealousy.
"When have I ever held back with you?"
Zhou Yi bent down to kiss her cheek, gazing into her beautiful eyes with a smile. "When have I not given you everything, sparing nothing at all?"
"Hmph."
Tang Yuehua huffed, her face flushing even redder. Yet she couldn't help but ask, "Have you allied with the Spirit Hall?"
"What do you think?" Zhou Yi shot her a look, giving her no time to answer as he silenced her once more.
"Be gentler!"
"My grandfather is in the next room—mmph—"
Tang Yuehua hadn't expected that her words would make things worse, causing Zhou Yi to grow even...
More enthusiastic.
The next day.
Tang Yuehua seemed to have fallen ill and didn't leave her room all day.
As Zhou Yi's wedding to Bibi Dong was set for the first day of March, there were now only half a month left.
Thus.
Everyone remained in Notting City.
Every inn and hotel in Notting City was fully booked, their business booming, much to Zhou Yi's delight as he raked in wealth.
But what excited Zhou Yi even more was this:
On the eighteenth of February, Ah Yin gave birth!
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