Chapter 134: Zhan Zhao and Li Yuanfang? Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi, Demon Empress, and Lan Fozi Are Pregnant
Martial Sect.
Martial Path Plaza.
The square was teeming with people, a sea of humanity stretching as far as the eye could see. Countless Soul Masters and commoners yearning to join the Martial Sect stood there, their eyes filled with nervous anticipation and fervent excitement as they gazed at the elevated platform above.
On the high platform, prominent leaders from the continent's major factions were seated in the VIP area. Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen, Qian Xunji, Tang Ao, Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Fengzhi, Xue Ye, Dai Jinba—all sat with dignified expressions.
Looking down at the passionate crowd desperate to join the Martial Sect, they felt a mixture of emotions. They could accept that their personal strength might fall short compared to the Martial Sect's founder, but the scope of the Martial Sect's influence was entirely on another level.
The Martial Sect extended its recruitment to all people across the continent.
But what about them?
The Spirit Hall reached out only to Soul Masters, yet Soul Masters were as rare as one in a hundred among the population.
Sects like the Clear Sky Clan and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect were limited by their familial structures, with their upper echelons rooted in clan-based legacies.
The two empires fared even worse—they struggled to recruit formidable Soul Masters, let alone empower ordinary people.
Then came Zhou Yi's Martial Sect, which swept above them all, transcending all limitations.
"Martial Ancestor has arrived!"
A sudden exclamation erupted from somewhere in the crowd. All eyes turned skyward to see Zhou Yi descending from the heavens, landing on the highest point of the platform.
He stood there serenely. Just his presence emanated an overwhelming sense of awe, like an insurmountable mountain or an eternal monument that could never be toppled.
"Martial Ancestor!"
"Martial Ancestor!"
"Martial Ancestor!"
The deafening chants rose to the heavens. Even the Soul Masters present for the Martial Sect's grand opening didn't address him as "Martial God Douluo." Instead, they joined in calling him "Martial Ancestor."
For "Martial Ancestor" better represented the founder of the Martial Sect and the progenitor of martial cultivation.
"Martial God Douluo," by contrast, sounded more like a title tied to Soul Masterdom—an entirely different path.
As Zhou Yi listened to the rapturous cheers, even he couldn't help but feel a surge of passion.
Raising his hand, he pressed down gently.
The deafening chants ceased instantly, as if the heavens themselves had been silenced.
Countless fanatical and worshipful gazes were fixed upon Zhou Yi.
His eyes swept over the crowd, and he began to speak in a resonant voice:
"First, I extend my heartfelt gratitude to everyone who has traveled countless miles to attend the Martial Sect's opening ceremony today!
"Let us dispense with superfluous words!
"The Martial Sect, as the name implies, is a sect founded on the principles of martial strength.
"To become a true martial artist, one must possess an unwavering martial heart—a heart that aspires toward greatness.
"A powerful force may shatter the body of a martial artist, but it can never destroy their indomitable spirit.
"As the heavens move with unceasing vigor, so too must a noble man strive tirelessly to strengthen himself!
"Thus, the first trial today is a test of your martial heart!
"Those who can withstand the pressure of my aura for ten breaths without falling will pass the first trial!"
As his words fell, the crowd's collective heartbeat surged.
The earlier intimidation by Xiong Jun and Er Ming had merely been an appetizer to cull the unworthy.
Though the Martial Sect was vast, space was finite—not everyone could be admitted.
Now, the true test had begun.
In the next moment—
Boom!
An indescribable pressure erupted from Zhou Yi's body. This aura defied heaven and earth, boundless and unfettered. Even the air itself seemed to distort under its weight.
In the eyes of the crowd, Zhou Yi's figure expanded to colossal proportions, becoming a god of martial cultivation towering above all beings.
And they, in contrast, were nothing but ants, gazing up at a deity.
The suffocating pressure intensified, compelling them to kneel, to bow, to surrender entirely.
Before even a single breath had passed, the martial plaza, once packed with people, saw the majority collapse to the ground.
At least seven or eight out of every ten were immediately subdued.
By the end of ten breaths, fewer than a thousand individuals remained standing.
Their faces showed relief, though exhaustion was evident.
Meanwhile, those who had fallen wore bitter expressions.
They had failed.
As the defeated exited the arena, Zhou Yi addressed the remaining individuals:
"Now, demonstrate the Martial Ancestor's Long Fist Technique!"
To save time, Zhou Yi instructed everyone to perform simultaneously.
With his vast spiritual sense, he effortlessly observed every individual without missing a single detail.
After the display, Zhou Yi identified several exceptional talents—ordinary folk who had mastered the Martial Ancestor's Long Fist to perfection, even faintly grasping the essence of fist intent.
They were undoubtedly martial prodigies.
Among them, two names stood out: Zhan Zhao and Li Yuanfang.
Zhou Yi accepted Zhan Zhao, Li Yuanfang, and four others as his personal disciples. The remaining qualified candidates were admitted into the Martial Sect proper.
Additionally, if other elders like Yu Xiaogang, Chen Xin, Zhao Wuji, or others took a liking to certain individuals, they could directly accept them as disciples.
True disciple rankings, however, would be established six months later based on progress and strength.
The grand opening of the Martial Sect concluded with its disciples numbering over one thousand.
From his heavenly abode, Zhou Yi transmitted the knowledge of the Nine Yin True Scripture to Zhan Zhao, Li Yuanfang, and the other new disciples. He left the day-to-day matters to elders like Yu Xiaogang and Chen Xin.
Naturally, Zhou Yi himself spent his days indulging in leisure, accompanied by Gu Yuena, Zi Ji, and other beauties in endless revelry, embracing life's pleasures to the fullest.
...
After the grand opening of the Martial Sect, Zhou Yi soon announced a grand event: in half a month, he would marry Gu Yuena, Zi Ji, Bi Ji, and Wang Qiu'er all at once.
The news shocked the continent once more.
"Another wedding? And four brides at once?"
"Oh my heavens, good thing I didn't leave yet—otherwise, I'd have to rush back!"
"As expected of Martial Ancestor!"
By now, such events no longer surprised anyone. If Zhou Yi ever stopped getting married, that would be the true anomaly.
Zhou Residence, Rear Courtyard.
By the edge of the jade-green lake, Bo Saixi stood quietly, her entire figure enveloped in a vivid crimson robe. Her ocean-blue hair cascaded down her back, nearly grazing the ground.
A slender waist.
Graceful curves.
Long, shapely legs.
Every detail of her silhouette embodied the enchanting allure of a mature beauty, a vision of ethereal elegance.
When Zhou Yi saw this breathtaking figure, his heart stirred with fervor. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and embraced her from behind.
"Xixi!"
Resting his chin on her fragrant shoulder, Zhou Yi inhaled deeply, indulging in the faint floral aroma that lingered on her body. Unable to restrain himself, he leaned in for a kiss.
"Ahh!"
Bo Saixi's delicate frame quivered, her voice tinged with both grievance and playful reproach. "You rascal! Why do you always barge in without knocking?"
"I couldn't help it—I missed you too much."
Zhou Yi, his lips grazing her delicate earlobe, murmured softly, "It's all your fault, Xixi. You're so beautiful that I can't help myself."
"Miss me?"
Bo Saixi shot him a sidelong glance, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
"If I hadn't summoned you, you'd probably still be with some other woman, forgetting all about me!"
"How could I?" Zhou Yi chuckled, holding her tighter. "Xixi, can't you feel how deeply I care for you?"
"Not so rough!"
Bo Saixi quickly interjected before sighing. "Do you even know why I called you here?"
"Isn't it because you missed me?"
"..."
Bo Saixi rolled her eyes and then dropped a bombshell. "I'm pregnant."
"You're... what?" Zhou Yi froze mid-action, his expression shifting. He immediately examined her, confirming her words.
Bo Saixi was indeed with child.
Pop!Planting a loud kiss on her cheek, Zhou Yi exclaimed, "Xixi, you're pregnant!"
"And you're still acting like this?"
Bo Saixi scolded, though her tone lacked true ire.
"Hehe, I just couldn't wait to see the baby!" Zhou Yi gently scooped her up in his arms, her soft form fitting perfectly against him. "Don't worry, Xixi. I'll be careful."
"You scoundrel!"
Bo Saixi's eyes glimmered with shyness, yet she didn't resist, simply glaring at him in mock anger.
Zhou Yi soon discovered that ever since founding the Martial Sect, his fortunes seemed to have taken a turn for the better. Blessings came one after another.
Lan Fozi and the Demon Empress both brought good news—they, too, were pregnant.
Together with Bai Xiuxiu, the Sea Maiden Douluo, and Xiao Bai, who were already expecting, Zhou Yi now had six women in his family awaiting childbirth.
Brimming with joy, Zhou Yi gathered Ah Yin, Xiao Wu, and Gu Yuena together.
As his thoughts turned to Tang Hao, Tang San, and Tang Wulin, a surge of determination welled up within him.
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