After saying goodbye to Yue, Gui, and Du,
Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong arrived at the Worship Hall one after the other.
"Grandpa Qian."
Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu had been drinking tea. When he heard Ye Guyue's voice, he immediately set down his teapot and stood up.
"Guyue, you're back." Qian Daoliu was overjoyed. "Did everything go smoothly?"
Ye Guyue smiled. "It went very smoothly. I also completed the First Trial."
"Is that so?" Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction. "Excellent, excellent."
As they chatted, Qian Daoliu first invited Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong to sit down, then personally helped them brew tea.
If outsiders saw the Peerless Douluo of the world personally brewing tea for the two of them, their jaws would surely hit the floor.
"Great Enshrined?"
Bibi Dong's little mouth fell open, and she seemed a little overwhelmed by the honor.
"Don't stand on ceremony. Bibi Dong, you're Guyue's wife, so naturally you're my granddaughter-in-law. I treat Guyue like my own grandson, and all the other enshrined elders feel the same—except Old Five, that old rascal."
Qian Daoliu smiled kindly, without a trace of a Peerless Douluo's imposing air.
"Thank you, Great Enshrined."
Bibi Dong inclined her head slightly.
The fragrance of tea filled the air.
Just one sniff was enough to tell that this tea was extraordinary.
Bibi Dong had never actually tasted the tea a Peerless Douluo drank.
She picked up her teacup and took a small sip. It tasted sweet, but the moment it touched her lips, her stomach began churning.
Bibi Dong set down the teacup and clutched her stomach. Ye Guyue stood up, quickly fetched a small trash can, and held it out in front of her.
Unable to hold back, Bibi Dong began to vomit.
"Cough, cough."
Bibi Dong coughed a few times, feeling as though she had thrown up everything she had eaten.
Clutching her stomach, Bibi Dong was a little puzzled. She was already a Soul Emperor, so how could she still be throwing up?
Ye Guyue took a tissue and helped Bibi Dong wipe the vomit from the corner of her mouth.
"Senior Sister is so good to me." Bibi Dong held Ye Guyue's hand and said with a smile, "Tonight, I'll do my best to help Senior Sister let off some steam."
Ye Guyue smiled helplessly. "You never know when to be serious."
After wiping her clean, Ye Guyue looked at Bibi Dong and felt that something seemed off.
So she said, "Grandpa Qian, how about we call a healing Soul Master from Spirit Hall to examine her? I have a feeling Dong'er..."
Before she could finish,
Qian Daoliu understood what she meant and immediately sent someone to summon a healing Soul Master.
Less than three minutes later, an elderly woman hurried over.
"Sorry for the trouble. Please examine my wife."
Ye Guyue spoke calmly.
"Your Highness the Holy Son, I'll examine your wife right away."
The elderly woman replied respectfully, sat beside Bibi Dong, and began to examine her pulse.
The elderly woman had served as a healing Soul Master at Spirit Hall for sixty years. She was highly experienced and well respected there.
After only a moment, her brows furrowed, then her face lit up with joy. She immediately raised her hand, stood up, and smiled at Ye Guyue.
"Congratulations, Your Highness the Holy Son. Your wife is expecting."
Ye Guyue was overjoyed when she heard this. "That's wonderful."
So that was what the Ice Dragon King had meant back then.
Qian Daoliu breathed excitedly. "At last, there's a baby! That's wonderful."
Good thing this old man could take the shock.
"Then I won't disturb you any longer, Your Highness the Holy Son. This old woman will take her leave."
The elderly woman bowed respectfully, then turned and left the Worship Hall.
Bibi Dong rested a hand on her belly, her face full of happiness. "I'm really going to be a mother?"
"Now that you're expecting, Guyue, you need to take extra care of Bibi Dong's health. You'll have your hands full from now on, too."
Qian Daoliu patted Ye Guyue on the shoulder. "Come to me if you need anything. You two should go back and get some rest. I'm going to share this good news with the other enshrined elders."
"Yes, Grandpa Qian. Dong'er and I will head back first." Ye Guyue nodded and took Bibi Dong's hand as they left the Worship Hall.
After leaving the Worship Hall, Bibi Dong's pretty face flushed red. She asked in a coy voice,
"Husband, Dong'er is pregnant. Are you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy," Ye Guyue replied with a smile.
Since he spent all his time cultivating, his smile looked much more forced than other people's.
Bibi Dong's lips curved upward. "Then, Husband, can you grant Dong'er one little request?"
"What request?"
One little request would be a piece of cake.
It wouldn't be hard to grant.
"It's just... next time we're together as husband and wife, could you wear the skirt Dong'er picked out?" Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around Ye Guyue's slender waist. "Now I'm carrying your child, Husband, so will you grant Dong'er this little request?"
"No." Ye Guyue refused outright. "Dong'er, don't even think about it. I won't agree."
Bibi Dong's hand slid lower as she smiled. "Husband, since you won't listen, we can go home and talk it over properly."
"Ah, Dong'er, don't—don't do that. It makes me feel strange." Ye Guyue's cheeks reddened.
"Husband, I'm only giving you a massage. Think of it as a warm-up before the main event. I'm sure you understand what I mean." Bibi Dong smiled.
How could he not understand? But if she just grabbed him whenever she pleased, who could stand that?
The two hurried back to their Wedding Chamber. Once they had closed the master bedroom door, Bibi Dong licked her red lips.
"Husband, today we'll fight it out to the end. If you lose, you have to put on the skirt I picked out for you. If I lose, I'll never bring it up again."
"Dong'er, it's a deal. But are you sure you can beat me?" Ye Guyue didn't believe he would lose.
"Hehe, Husband..."
As soon as Ye Guyue finished speaking, he was about to reach out and pull Bibi Dong into his arms when several dark strands of spider silk suddenly flashed before his eyes.
Before he could react, the tough spider silk had already wound around him layer upon layer, firmly binding his wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
He instinctively tried to channel his Soul Power, but his limbs only grew weak, as though all the strength had been drained from his body.
"Dong'er! You're cheating again!"
Ye Guyue flushed with indignation and jerked his head up to glare at Bibi Dong.
She still had strands of spider silk gathered at her fingertips, while the eight sharp Spider Spears on her back slowly retracted.
One of them had just silently pierced his lower back, injecting a toxin that could temporarily seal his Soul Power.
Bibi Dong stuck out her tongue, swung a leg over him, and straddled his waist. Bracing both hands against his chest, she laughed gleefully.
"I can't help it. You're so strong, Husband. I can't beat you head-on, so I have to find another way."
She reached out and gently traced Ye Guyue's reddened cheek with a finger.
"Besides, our bet only said we couldn't use outside help. It never said I couldn't use my Martial Soul."
Ye Guyue gritted his teeth in anger, but could only watch helplessly as Bibi Dong pulled a delicate string of silver bells from her Storage Soul Tool.
When the cold metal touched his ankles, his whole body shuddered. He tried to struggle, but Bibi Dong held him down even more firmly.
"Don't move."
Bibi Dong lowered her head and gently nipped his reddened earlobe. Her hands never stopped as she securely fastened the bells around both his ankles.
She gave them a light shake, and a clear jingling rang through the room.
"There." She gazed at her handiwork with satisfaction, then traced a finger slowly down Ye Guyue's waist. Her gaze grew heated. "Now, let's see whether Husband enjoys himself tonight."
The silver bells rang softly, accompanied by Ye Guyue's muffled, repressed groans of mortification, echoing through the Wedding Chamber for a long, long time.
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