Morning Sickness, Bibi Dong is Pregnant

After bidding farewell to Gui, Du, and the others.

Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong arrived at the Worship Hall one after the other.

"Grandpa Qian."

Inside the hall, Qian Daoliu, who had been sipping tea, immediately set down his teapot and stood up upon hearing Ye Guyue's voice.

"Guyue is back." Qian Daoliu was filled with joy. "Did the trip go smoothly?"

Ye Guyue smiled. "Very smoothly. I have also completed the first trial."

"Is that so?" Qian Daoliu nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad at all."

As they spoke, Qian Daoliu first had Ye Guyue and Bibi Dong sit down, then personally poured tea for them.

If outsiders were to see the world's peerless Douluo personally pouring tea for two juniors, their jaws would likely hit the floor.

"Grand Priest?"

Bibi Dong's small mouth parted slightly, feeling somewhat flattered.

"There is no need for such formality. Bibi Dong, since you are Guyue's wife, you are naturally my granddaughter-in-law. I have always treated Guyue like my own grandson; aside from that old rascal Old Five, the other priests feel the same."

Qian Daoliu smiled kindly, showing none of the airs of a peerless Douluo.

"Thank you, Grand Priest."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly.

The fragrance of tea filled the air.

Just by smelling it, one could tell this tea was extraordinary.

Bibi Dong had truly never tasted the kind of tea a peerless Douluo drank.

She picked up the teacup and took a gentle sip. It was sweet upon entry, but the moment it touched her stomach, it began to churn violently.

Bibi Dong set the cup down and clutched her stomach, while Ye Guyue stood up and quickly fetched a round trash bin, placing it in front of her.

Unable to hold it back, Bibi Dong began to retch.

"Cough, cough."

Bibi Dong coughed a few times, feeling as though everything she had eaten had been expelled.

Clutching her stomach, Bibi Dong was surprised; she was already a Spirit Emperor, so how could she possibly be vomiting?

Ye Guyue took a tissue and helped Bibi Dong wipe the vomit from the corner of her mouth.

"Senior Sister is so kind." Bibi Dong gripped Ye Guyue's palm and said with a smile, "Tonight, I will try my best to help Senior Sister vent some fire."

Ye Guyue gave a helpless smile. "You have no sense of propriety."

After cleaning her up, Ye Guyue looked at Bibi Dong and felt that something was not quite right.

Thus, she said, "Grandpa Qian, should we call a healing Spirit Master from the Martial Soul Hall to take a look? I have a feeling that Dong'er..."

Before she could finish her sentence.

Qian Daoliu understood her meaning and immediately ordered someone to summon a healing Spirit Master.

In less than three minutes, an elderly woman hurried over.

"Please, check on my wife."

Ye Guyue said, her tone as calm as water.

"Holy Son, I shall examine the Lady immediately."

The old woman said respectfully, sitting beside Bibi Dong to check her pulse.

As a healing Spirit Master who had served in the Martial Soul Hall for sixty years, the old woman was highly experienced and held considerable prestige within the hall.

After only a moment, the old woman's furrowed brows turned into a look of joy. She immediately raised her hand, stood up, and smiled at Ye Guyue:

"Congratulations, Holy Son. The Lady is with child."

Upon hearing this, Ye Guyue was overjoyed. "That's wonderful."

So that was what the Ice Dragon King had meant back then.

Qian Daoliu gasped in excitement. "Finally, it's happened. This is wonderful."

It's a good thing this old man can handle the excitement.

"Then I shall not disturb the Holy Son any further. This old one takes her leave."

The old woman bowed respectfully and turned to leave the Worship Hall.

Bibi Dong touched her stomach, her face full of happiness. "Am I really going to be a mother?"

"Now that there is a child, Guyue, you must pay more attention to Bibi Dong's health. It will be hard on you in the days to come."

Qian Daoliu patted Ye Guyue on the shoulder. "If you have any trouble, come find me. You two should head back and get some rest; I am going to share this good news with the other priests."

"Yes, Grandpa Qian. Dong'er and I will head back now." Ye Guyue nodded slightly and led Bibi Dong out of the Worship Hall by the hand.

Once they had left the Worship Hall, Bibi Dong's pretty face turned bright red, and she said in a delicate voice:

"Husband, Dong'er is pregnant. Are you happy?"

"Of course I am." Ye Guyue smiled.

Having spent years in cultivation, his smile appeared far more strained than anyone else's.

Bibi Dong's lips curled upward. "Then, Husband, could you satisfy a small request of Dong'er's?"

"What request?"

A small request was surely simple enough.

If he could satisfy it, it wouldn't be a difficult task at all.

"It's just... when we engage in marital relations, could you wear the dress I've prepared next time?" Bibi Dong wrapped her arms around Ye Guyue's slender waist. "Now that I'm carrying your child, Husband, won't you satisfy this little request of mine?"

"No." Ye Guyue refused decisively. "Dong'er, you'd better stop thinking about it. I won't agree."

Bibi Dong slid her palm downward and chuckled, "Husband, since you won't listen, let's go home and talk about it slowly."

"Ah, Dong'er, don't—don't do that. It makes me uncomfortable." Ye Guyue's cheeks flushed red.

"Husband, I'm just giving you a massage, like a pre-match warm-up. I'm sure you understand the logic behind that," Bibi Dong said with a smile.

How could he not understand? But just grabbing him like that—who could handle such a thing?

The two hurried back to their bridal chamber and shut the main door. Bibi Dong licked her red lips:

"Husband, let's fight to the end today. If you lose, you have to wear the dress I prepared 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, oh, Husband."

No sooner had the words left Ye Guyue's mouth, and just as he prepared to pull Bibi Dong into his arms, several pitch-black spider threads flashed before his eyes.

Before he could react, the tough threads had coiled around him layer by layer, firmly pinning his wrists and ankles to the edge of the bed.

He instinctively tried to mobilize his soul power, but felt only a wave of weakness in his limbs, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"Dong'er! You're cheating again!"

Ye Guyue looked at Bibi Dong with a face full of shame and indignation, his head snapping up.

He saw the lingering spider silk still clinging to her fingertips, and the eight sharp Spider Spears on her back slowly retracting.

It was precisely one of those that had silently pierced his lower back, injecting a toxin capable of temporarily sealing his soul power.

Bibi Dong stuck out her tongue, flipped over to straddle his waist, and braced her hands against his chest, smiling brilliantly:

"Can't help it. Since you're so strong, Husband, I can't win in a head-on fight, so I had to find another way."

She reached out and gently stroked Ye Guyue's flushed cheek:

"Besides, the bet only said I couldn't use external forces; it didn't say I couldn't use my Martial Soul."

Ye Guyue gritted his teeth in frustration, but could only watch helplessly as Bibi Dong pulled a string of delicate 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 pressed him down even harder.

"Don't move."

Bibi Dong lowered her head and gave his reddened earlobe a light nip, her hands never stopping as she tied the bells securely around both his ankles.

With a gentle shake, a crisp jingling sound echoed through the room.

"There." She looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, her fingertips sliding slowly down Ye Guyue's waistline, her gaze turning scorching hot. "Now, let me see if you'll have a good time tonight, Husband."

The silver bells chimed softly, accompanied by Ye Guyue's suppressed, shame-filled groans, echoing in the bridal chamber for a long time.