章節 69: Chapter 69: Recruiting the Spirit Hall's Saintess, Bibi Dong
"My heavens, Martial God Douluo is going to create a sect and spread the way of martial arts?"
"I want to join the Martial Sect!"
The gathered Soul Masters, stunned at first, quickly became excited.
Having just witnessed Zhou Yi's invincible strength, every Soul Master present burned with the desire to learn his martial arts.
Previously, they were hesitant, unsure how to approach learning martial arts. After all, Zhou Yi's techniques were his unparalleled expertise, unlikely to be taught to outsiders.
Yet in an unexpected turn of events, Zhou Yi had announced his intention to found a sect.
For Soul Masters, their greatest desire was to grow stronger.
Although the Martial Sect had yet to be established and couldn't yet compare to major powers like the Spirit Hall or the Clear Sky Clan, its potential was evident.
With Zhou Yi, a peerless powerhouse, at its helm, coupled with martial arts techniques that appealed to both Soul Masters and common folk, the Martial Sect was bound to grow rapidly. It could even surpass the Spirit Hall and Clear Sky Clan to become the continent's leading sect.
"Zhao Wuji greets Martial God Douluo!"
A resounding, powerful voice suddenly broke through the crowd. The Soul Masters parted, revealing a stout, muscular young man stepping forward, cupping his hands in salute to Zhou Yi.
Though not tall, his build exuded raw strength.
His broad shoulders resembled towering walls, and his outer garments struggled to contain his steel-like muscles. Though his expression was respectful and amiable, his imposing physique carried an inherent, intimidating pressure.
"This humble one greatly admires Martial God Douluo's martial arts. I humbly request to become your disciple!"
Zhao Wuji's voice was firm and resolute, unwavering in his determination.
The earlier battle had ignited his fighting spirit. Zhou Yi's Golden Bell Shield technique, in particular, had captivated him.
Zhao Wuji's martial soul, the Vigorous Vajra Bear, specialized in strength and defense. If he could learn Zhou Yi's Golden Bell Shield martial arts, his abilities would undergo an earth-shattering transformation.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.
Braving countless stares and immense pressure, he stepped forward to take the initiative.
The surrounding crowd was momentarily stunned.
After all, today was not the day Zhou Yi was formally establishing his sect.
It was a celebration of his ascension to Titled Douluo.
Zhao Wuji's sudden move seemed impulsive.
No one said a word, watching silently.
In the stillness, Zhao Wuji's pressure grew, and cold sweat began to drip down his forehead.
Time ticked by slowly.
Some Soul Masters in the crowd smirked coldly, silently relieved that they hadn't acted so rashly.
If one were to request to become a disciple, it would be better to do so privately after the ceremony.
Even if rejected, it wouldn't result in such public embarrassment.
"That was a bit impulsive," Zhao Wuji thought bitterly. Still, he had no regrets.
Just as he was about to falter, Zhou Yi finally spoke.
"Not bad!"
Zhou Yi's words were like a stabilizing force, instantly dispelling Zhao Wuji's anxiety. Overjoyed, he felt as though he had been pulled from the depths of despair into the heights of paradise.
"Although I hadn't planned on accepting disciples today, your steadfast determination has impressed me. Since it is a day of celebration, I shall make an exception and take you as my disciple!"
A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd. No one had expected Zhao Wuji to succeed.
In that moment, envious and jealous gazes fell upon Zhao Wuji.
They, too, wanted to learn.
But it was too late.
Zhou Yi had clearly stated he wouldn't be accepting any more disciples today—Zhao Wuji was a special exception.
At this point, anyone else trying to push forward would show a lack of tact.
That would truly be courting death.
"Had I known, I would have been the first to step forward!" someone murmured bitterly to themselves.
Countless Soul Masters were filled with regret.
Many wished to be the first to try something new.
But there can only ever be one first.
"Disciple Zhao Wuji pays respects to his teacher!"
Zhao Wuji was overjoyed, bowing hurriedly.
"Rise."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly. Zhao Wuji straightened and stepped aside, but his face betrayed his uncontainable excitement.
Soul Masters around them watched with envy, silently cursing Zhao Wuji's luck.
"Congratulations, my friend, on gaining such a fine disciple!"
Qian Daoliu stepped forward to offer his congratulations, though his heart was a maelstrom of emotions. Observing the fervent expressions of the surrounding Soul Masters, he realized that once Martial Sect was established, it would undoubtedly become the Spirit Hall's most formidable rival.
But he could do nothing to stop it.
Tang Chen, Ning Fengzhi, Xue Ye, and Dai Jinba also approached, each with their own thoughts, to offer their well-wishes.
Thus ended a Titled Douluo investiture ceremony that left countless Soul Masters shaken to their cores—a moment they would never forget.
Later, Zhou Yi invited Qian Xunji and his entourage to the reception hall, where he expressed his feelings for Bibi Dong and formally proposed marriage to her on the spot.
"This..."
Qian Xunji was momentarily taken aback by Zhou Yi's proposal. Though surprised, it was not entirely unexpected.
However, Zhou Yi had just given his father, Qian Daoliu, a pair of black eyes. The Spirit Hall's reputation had suffered immensely today.
In the future, with Zhou Yi establishing Martial Sect, it would undoubtedly become Spirit Hall's greatest rival.
Moreover, Bibi Dong was his most cherished disciple, a peerless genius with twin martial souls. He was reluctant to see her marry Zhou Yi.
"Teacher seems hesitant. Can Zhou Yi really convince him to agree?"
Bibi Dong's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her head, nearly burying her face in her ample chest. Her heart fluttered, filled with nervousness, anticipation, and apprehension.
"This is my betrothal gift."
Zhou Yi pulled out a book, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu.
Everyone's eyes turned toward it, curious to see what Zhou Yi had prepared as a betrothal gift.
The book's cover bore three bold, elegant characters: [Yang Art Technique].
This was a technique Zhou Yi had simplified and developed based on the training method for the Solitary Yang Finger technique.
The Solitary Yang Finger was a finger technique that also included an internal cultivation method.
The Yang Art Technique was Zhou Yi's simplified version.
"This is...?"
Qian Xunji's pupils contracted. He had a guess, but he couldn't confirm it.
"This is a martial technique for cultivating martial essence true qi. Soul Masters can practice it to enhance their cultivation speed."
Zhou Yi smiled faintly and said, "I am sincere in my proposal. I trust the Supreme Pontiff will be happy to see this union."
In truth, it would only be a matter of time before techniques like the Yang Art Technique became widespread—not entirely commonplace, but certainly not rare.
The Spirit Hall could acquire such techniques easily in the future.
In essence, Zhou Yi was taking advantage of the current gap in availability to propose this marriage with minimal cost.
Qian Xunji had no desire to see the union succeed, but he couldn't deny his interest in this technique.
His gaze swept over Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.
Bibi Dong's face was filled with shy anticipation, clearly indicating her feelings for Zhou Yi.
This didn't surprise him. He had long noticed her fondness for Zhou Yi.
Previously, Zhou Yi had been cautious, so Qian Xunji had turned a blind eye.
When Zhou Yi married Liu Erlong, Qian Xunji had been even more reassured.
Qian Daoliu, on the other hand, gave Qian Xunji a subtle nod, signaling his approval.
He was also intrigued by martial cultivation techniques. While he knew the Yang Art Technique wasn't Zhou Yi's ultimate method, he was certain that it offered valuable insights.
If they could understand martial cultivation through this technique, they might uncover weaknesses in Zhou Yi's system.
"A gentleman helps others achieve their goals. Since the Martial God Douluo is so sincere, how can I be the villain here?"
Qian Xunji smiled faintly and said, "I trust Martial God Douluo will treat Dong'er well in the future."
"Rest assured, Your Holiness."
Zhou Yi and Qian Xunji then discussed and settled on a wedding date.
March 1.
Zhou Yi would marry Bibi Dong.
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