Descendant Procreation, My Husband is Truly Awesome

In an instant.

Dragon aura permeated the air, and the once unruly Holy Emperor Dragon Spear was immediately conquered by the power of Ye Guyue, letting out a resonant dragon roar.

Ye Guyue pulled with force, successfully extracting the Holy Emperor Dragon Spear, which now resonated in perfect harmony with his heart and mind.

"It seems it has accepted you as its new master."

"Congratulations, Ye Guyue, on obtaining the Holy Emperor Dragon Spear. The Holy Dragon Nine Trials shall also commence. I wish you good fortune."

With a wave of the Holy Dragon Emperor's palm, Ye Guyue felt the world spin dizzily before him.

Opening his eyes once more, his consciousness returned to his physical body.

"It feels just like a dream."

Ye Guyue clutched his forehead, sensing the power within his body, and knew that what had just occurred was no dream, but a reality.

"It was no dream."

"We, too, have been nourished by this power and have recovered significantly. It is likely that the Holy Dragon Emperor has already discovered our existence."

The voices of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King echoed from his spiritual sea.

"It seems the two of you have recovered quite well," Ye Guyue chuckled. "Follow me, and there will be meat to eat."

The Ice Dragon King let out a mocking laugh: "Indeed, meat to eat. Would you like to test the depth of this sister, then?"

The Ice Dragon King's smile was brimming with temptation and provocation.

Ye Guyue's face flushed red upon hearing this, and he hurriedly ceased communication with the Ice Dragon King.

This Ice Dragon King was truly like a newborn calf that feared no tiger.

"Husband~"

A charming, alluring voice drifted over.

Looking up, the bathroom door was pushed open, and a wave of heat rushed out as Bibi Dong emerged, wrapped in a bath towel.

Her petite, exquisite jade feet stepped onto the floor, approaching step by step, her proud figure swaying with grace.

A pair of watery eyes gazed at Ye Guyue with deep affection.

"Dong'er, don't start with that nonsense."

Ye Guyue gave a light cough and turned his head away.

"Husband, how can you say such things? Dong'er is so heartbroken. As punishment, Dong'er must punish you. Tonight, I shall punish you to work twice as hard to conceive a child."

Bibi Dong giggled coquettishly and immediately lunged toward Ye Guyue's body.

Thump—Ye Guyue was tackled onto the bed by Bibi Dong.

"Husband, you must work hard tonight. If you don't, don't blame Dong'er." Bibi Dong laughed softly, then reached into a nearby storage Soul Tool and took out a bell, tying it to both of their ankles.

"Dong'er?" Ye Guyue was somewhat bewildered.

"I want to keep count and see who is more impressive."

Bibi Dong gazed at Ye Guyue, whose face was flushed, looking incredibly heroic yet possessing an indescribable charm and feminine allure.

Ye Guyue felt extremely uncomfortable under Bibi Dong's intense stare.

"Then Dong'er will go first."

Bibi Dong smiled faintly, her mind already made up, as she leaned down to deal with the pillar standing tall before her.

From that moment on, the night was almost entirely without pause.

The next morning, the sun was bright, and Ye Guyue lay on the bed, utterly exhausted.

What on earth had he experienced last night?

He was already a Spirit Douluo with inexhaustible strength, yet he felt as though he had stumbled into the Cave of Silk.

Throughout the night, the bell tied to his ankle had rung incessantly, never stopping.

His originally cool and aloof face was now flushed with a deep, lingering red.

After a long while, Ye Guyue, having regained a sliver of strength, sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking at Bibi Dong, who was curled up in the quilt, sleeping soundly.

"I am so furious."

The more Ye Guyue thought about it, the angrier he became. Last night, she had actually dared to use aphrodisiac toxins; she was truly daring beyond measure.

Forget it, there was no use dwelling on it. At the very least, after this, he was finally completely safe.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at himself in the mirror—hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and appearance breathtakingly beautiful.

Her cheeks looked as if they had truly been nourished.

"Absolutely detestable."

Ye Guyue touched his burning cheeks, his hand groping around for his robes, only to find not a complete garment, but a pile of shredded fabric.

"My robes." Ye Guyue looked at the tattered, ruined clothes scattered across the floor and immediately raised a long, slender jade leg to kick Bibi Dong.

As a result, Bibi Dong caught it with precision; the Bibi Dong who had been sleeping instantly woke up, her face flushed and showing not a hint of drowsiness.

"Husband, look at you, you don't have a shred of gentleness in you," Bibi Dong teased with a wicked smile.

Ye Guyue pulled his foot back in a fit of pique and glared at Bibi Dong, "Shut your mouth. When did you ruin my robes?"

Clearly, he had been perfectly fine just a moment ago...

"Husband, don't be so fierce. You were so vigorous last night, and now you're turning your back on me?"

Bibi Dong sat up and giggled, "Husband, there are only two choices now: either wear a dress, or go naked."

She had learned her lesson this time; she had torn the robes to shreds, and she didn't believe her senior brother wouldn't compromise.

"Dong'er, you..."

Ye Guyue stood up in anger, his eyes wide with fury.

"Since you are heartless, don't blame your senior brother for being unrighteous."

Bibi Dong lay back on the bed, "Come on then. As long as it vents your anger, Dong'er is willing to do anything."

Ye Guyue looked at the shameless Bibi Dong and took a deep breath.

Just then, the voice of the Ice Dragon King echoed in his mind.

"Look at you, acting just like a shrew."

Ye Guyue was filled with dissatisfaction, "You're the shrew. It's easy for you to talk when you aren't the one suffering."

The Ice Dragon King gave a cold laugh, "I have no desire to bicker with you. My power can help condense a blue robe; want to try?"

Ye Guyue's expression brightened, "Yes, please!"

This was truly help arriving in the nick of time.

"You only get one chance. If you let your wife tear it up again next time, I won't be stepping in to help."

The Ice Dragon King couldn't bear to watch, having recovered quite a bit thanks to the power Ye Guyue provided last night.

The Ice Dragon King's power began to condense upon Ye Guyue's body, with a steady stream of blue energy coalescing into a water-blue robe.

Bibi Dong froze instantly, the wicked smile on her face coming to an abrupt halt.

She never expected Ye Guyue to have such a trump card.

The water-blue robe clung to his frame, his white hair draped over his shoulders, making his skin appear as white as snow. He looked like an immortal who had just stepped out of the water—cold, aloof, and striking.

Ye Guyue's expression was icy as he stepped forward.

Before Bibi Dong could react, he reached out, grabbed her wrist, and with a slight tug, pulled her over and pressed her across his lap.

A crisp "smack" rang out, sounding exceptionally clear in the room.

"That's for doing bad things."

"That's for plotting those little schemes every day."

Ye Guyue said coldly, raising his hand to strike again.

Bibi Dong was stunned at first, then her cheeks turned beet red. She felt both ashamed and aggrieved, but dared not resist, only managing to say pitifully, "Senior Sister! Stop hitting me! Dong'er is truly sorry."

"Stop?" Ye Guyue's hand grew heavier, "That is impossible. If you dare to tear my clothes again, I will hit you even harder next time."

Bibi Dong struggled for a long time but couldn't break free, so she could only lie across his lap, pouting in silence.

Yet, she wasn't angry at all; instead, she found this bristling, agitated version of Ye Guyue even more alluring than his usual cold demeanor.

No matter what, Senior Sister looked beautiful.

Although she hadn't succeeded this time, when she finally did manage to get her way, the moment Senior Sister wore that dress would surely be a great sense of achievement.

"Still daydreaming? Don't even think about getting on the bed tonight; go sleep on the floor."