Later Generations, My Husband Really Delivers

In an instant.

Dragon aura filled the air. The Holy Emperor Dragon Spear, once unruly and defiant, was immediately subdued by Ye Guyue's power and let out a dragon's roar.

Ye Guyue gave it a hard pull. The Holy Emperor Dragon Spear came free, and he could feel it responding to his thoughts.

"Looks like it's accepted you as its new master."

"Congratulations, Ye Guyue. You've obtained the Holy Emperor Dragon Spear, and the Holy Dragon Nine Trials will begin as well. Good luck."

The Holy Dragon Emperor swept his hand, and Ye Guyue suddenly felt the world spin around him.

When he opened his eyes again, his consciousness had returned to his body.

"It felt just like a dream."

Ye Guyue held his forehead and sensed the power within him. He knew that what had just happened hadn't been a dream; it had really happened.

"It wasn't a dream."

"We've also been nourished by that power and recovered quite a bit. I imagine the Holy Dragon Emperor has already noticed us."

The voices of the Ice Dragon King and Fire Dragon King echoed through the sea of consciousness.

"Looks like you two have recovered a lot," Ye Guyue said with a smile. "Stick with me, and you'll get to eat your fill."

The Ice Dragon King gave a teasing laugh. "That's right, there's plenty to eat. So, want to try your big sister's depths?"

The Ice Dragon King's smile was full of teasing allure.

Ye Guyue blushed at her words and quickly stopped talking to the Ice Dragon King.

The Ice Dragon King really was like a newborn calf that feared no tiger.

"Husband~"

A bewitching voice rang out.

He looked up. The bathroom door swung open, and a wave of hot steam rolled out as Bibi Dong emerged, wrapped in a bath towel.

Her dainty jade feet touched the floor as she approached step by step, her proud figure swaying alluringly.

Her limpid eyes fixed on Ye Guyue, full of tenderness.

"Dong'er, don't start any funny business."

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

"Husband, how could you say that? Dong'er is so hurt. As punishment, I'm going to punish you, husband. Tonight, I want you to work twice as hard at giving me a child."

Bibi Dong gave a coquettish laugh and immediately pounced at Ye Guyue.

Thump! Bibi Dong knocked Ye Guyue onto the bed.

"Husband, you have to work hard tonight. Don't blame Dong'er if you don't." Bibi Dong giggled, then took a bell from the Storage Soul Tool at her side and tied it around their ankles.

"Dong'er?" Ye Guyue asked, puzzled.

"I want to keep track and see who's better."

Bibi Dong gazed at Ye Guyue's flushed, handsome face. He was full of heroic spirit, yet had an indescribable charm and feminine grace.

Ye Guyue felt terribly uncomfortable under Bibi Dong's gaze.

"Then Dong'er will go first."

Bibi Dong smiled faintly, already knowing what she wanted to do. She leaned down to take care of the towering pillar.

From then on, the night passed with almost no pause.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly. Ye Guyue lay on the bed, utterly exhausted.

What had he gone through last night?

He was already a Soul Douluo, and he had strength to spare, yet it was as if he'd wandered into Web Cave.

All night long, the bells tied around their ankles had rung almost without stopping.

His normally cool face was now flushed red.

After a long while, Ye Guyue, having recovered a little strength, sat up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Bibi Dong, curled up beneath the covers beside him and sleeping soundly.

"I'm furious."

The more Ye Guyue thought about it, the angrier he became. Bibi Dong had actually used an aphrodisiac poison on him last night. She'd really dared to do such a thing.

Forget it. There was no use dwelling on it. At least after this, he was completely safe.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked in the mirror at his messy hair and flushed cheeks, his beautiful face stunning as ever.

His cheeks looked as though they had truly been pampered.

"How utterly hateful."

Ye Guyue touched his burning cheeks, then felt around for his robe. Instead of intact clothing, his fingers found a pile of scraps.

"My robe." Ye Guyue looked at the robe scattered across the floor, torn beyond recognition, and immediately lifted his long, jade-like leg to kick Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong caught his foot with uncanny precision. She had been asleep, but she woke at once. Her face was flushed, yet she didn't look sleepy in the slightest.

"Husband, look at you. You're not gentle at all," Bibi Dong said with a wicked grin.

Ye Guyue angrily pulled his foot back and glared at Bibi Dong. "Shut up. My robe—when did you do this?"

He'd clearly been perfectly fine...

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

Bibi Dong sat up with a giggle. "Husband, you have only two choices now: wear a skirt or go naked."

She'd learned her lesson this time. She'd torn his robe to shreds outright. She refused to believe her senior brother wouldn't give in.

"Dong'er, you..."

Ye Guyue stood up in a fury, his eyes blazing.

"If you show me no mercy, don't blame your senior brother for showing you none."

Bibi Dong lay back on the bed. "Go ahead. As long as it helps you vent, Dong'er will do anything."

Ye Guyue looked at Bibi Dong's shameless expression and drew a deep breath.

Just then, the Ice Dragon King's voice sounded in his mind.

"Look at you, acting like a shrew."

Ye Guyue was displeased. "You're the shrew. Easy for you to say when you're not the one dealing with it."

The Ice Dragon King gave a cool laugh. "I don't want to argue with you. My power can help you conjure a blue robe. Want to try?"

Ye Guyue's eyes lit up. "Sure!"

It was like snow in the middle of winter.

"You only get one chance. If your wife tears it up again, I won't help you next time."

The Ice Dragon King couldn't help feeling sorry for him. After all, she had recovered quite a bit thanks to Ye Guyue's power last night.

The Ice Dragon King's power began to gather around Ye Guyue's body. Streams of blue energy converged into a water-blue robe.

Bibi Dong froze, the wicked grin on her face vanishing in an instant.

She'd never imagined Ye Guyue had a trick like this up his sleeve.

The water-blue robe hugged his figure. White hair fell over his shoulders, setting off skin as fair as snow. He looked like an immortal who had just emerged from the water, cool and dazzling.

Ye Guyue's expression turned cold as he stepped forward.

Before Bibi Dong could react, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. With a little force, he pulled her over and pressed her across his lap.

A sharp smack rang through the room.

"That's for being naughty."

"And that's for always coming up with these little schemes."

Ye Guyue said coldly, then raised his hand and smacked her again.

Bibi Dong was stunned at first. Then her face turned bright red, embarrassed and aggrieved, but she didn't dare fight back. She could only plead pitifully, "Senior sister! Stop hitting me! Dong'er really was wrong."

"Stop?" Ye Guyue's hand came down even harder. "Not a chance. If you tear my clothes again, I'll hit you even harder next time."

Bibi Dong struggled for a long while without getting free. She could only lie across his lap, cheeks puffed out as she fell silent.

But she wasn't angry at all. On the contrary, she thought Ye Guyue, all riled up like this, was even more captivating than usual, when he was so cool and aloof.

Senior sister looked beautiful no matter what.

Although she hadn't succeeded this time, when she finally got her way, the moment senior sister put on a skirt would give her an incredible sense of accomplishment.

"Still fantasizing? Don't come to bed tonight. Go sleep on the floor."