My Mom Is Chrysanthemum Guan

By the time they took the immortal herbs, his good brother had truly become a girl, and they could finally be together for real.

Because of their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they eventually came together naturally.

Especially that day, when Yue Guan blushed, gently pinched his hand, and quietly told him he was pregnant. He froze on the spot, unable to come back to his senses for a long while.

He had lived for over sixty years and never imagined that someone like him could have a family, a lover whose heart and eyes held only him, and a child who belonged to the two of them.

Just then, a clear infant's cry suddenly rang out from the delivery room, shattering the courtyard's silence and instantly clenching Gui Mei's heart.

His body stiffened. The next second, he disregarded all propriety and shoved open the door, rushing inside.

The delivery room was filled with a faint smell of blood and the delicate fragrance of Qing Ya's chrysanthemums. The midwife held a tiny bundle in her arms, unable to hide her smile.

On the bed, Yue Guan's face was pale, and cold sweat covered his forehead. His long hair, usually kept immaculately groomed, now clung messily to his cheeks, yet it did nothing to diminish the dazzling beauty of his features.

Nearby, a healing-type Soul Master and a food-type Soul Master were treating him and replenishing his energy and blood.

Even if his combat ability was rock-bottom, bearing a child—especially for a highly cultivated person—consumed a very real amount of energy and blood. The toll was even more apparent than it was for ordinary people.

Seeing Gui Mei rush in, he smiled weakly and rasped, "Gui Mei, you're here..."

Gui Mei crossed the room in three strides and reached the bedside. First, he clasped Yue Guan's cold hand tightly, his eyes filled with aching tenderness. Even his voice trembled. "A Yue, you've been through so much. Does anything hurt? Are you tired?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry. Besides, with those two supporting me, I can recover in time."

Yue Guan shook his head, then looked toward the bundle in the midwife's arms, his eyes full of tenderness. "Look at our child."

Only then did Gui Mei turn to look at the tiny bundle. His movements were so stiff, as though he were holding a Martial Soul for the first time, and he instinctively held his breath, afraid that too much force might hurt the little one in his arms.

The midwife hurried forward and carefully handed him the bundle, smiling as she offered her congratulations. "Congratulations, Lord Ghost Douluo! My congratulations, Lord Ghost Douluo! It's a healthy little young master! Only... the young master is so delicate and pretty, with features as exquisite as a little girl's in a painting. At a glance, anyone would take him for a baby girl. When he grows up, he'll be a man of peerless beauty!"

Gui Mei took the bundle and looked down.

The baby inside was tiny, with skin as smooth and lovely as carved jade. His long eyelashes were like little fans, his nose was dainty, and his lips were rosy. His features were almost a perfect copy of Yue Guan's dazzling refinement, save for the faint, sharp chill between his brows that looked just like Gui Mei.

He was undeniably a boy, yet more delicate and pretty than the young ladies of ordinary noble families.

Gui Mei's heart melted in an instant.

His eyes, usually gloomy and cold, now shone brilliantly. The corners of his mouth lifted against his will. In his sixty-odd years of life, he had never felt so complete as he did now.

"Don't talk nonsense."

He glanced at the midwife. There wasn't a trace of displeasure in his voice, only fierce protectiveness. "He's my son. He takes after his mom. So what if he's good-looking?"

Watching him, Yue Guan couldn't help laughing. Most of his exhaustion melted away, and he said softly, "Don't get carried away. Give the child a name."

Gui Mei lowered his head and gazed at the little one sleeping peacefully in his arms. After a moment's thought, he said, "He'll take my surname, Gui, and his name will include your Guan. Let's call him Gui Mengguan. 'Meng' for how soft and adorable he is, and 'Guan' for your name. What do you think?"

"Gui Mengguan..."

Yue Guan repeated it softly, his eyes brimming with smiles. "Good. That's his name."

Just then, Gui Mengguan, who had been lying in the bundle with his eyes closed, suddenly stiffened.

On the outside, he was still a quiet, sleeping baby, but his mind had already exploded.

????? Gui Mengguan? Gui Mei? Yue Guan?

Holy crap??? My dad is Ghost Douluo, Gui Mei? My mom is Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan???

He'd been staying up late scrolling through Douluo fanfiction just a second ago. He'd kept scrolling until he fell asleep. How had he opened his eyes and become a newborn baby?

Wait! Wasn't Chrysanthemum Douluo a full-on man??? How had he become my mom??? What had they just said? They'd eaten an Immortal Ganoderma, changed sexes, gotten together with Ghost Douluo, and had me???

What kind of wildly rewritten Douluo World was this?!

Gui Mengguan was completely numb. His worldview lay shattered across the floor.

He'd read countless fanfics and remembered the original Douluo plot more or less, but he'd never seen a storyline this outrageous!

Just as he was questioning his entire existence, the delivery room door burst open with a bang. Guang Ling Douluo led the charge, followed by a crowd of Titled Douluos who had come to watch the excitement.

"Yue Guan! Gui Mei! We're here to congratulate you!"

Guang Ling Douluo eagerly leaned over beside Gui Mei and peered at Gui Mengguan in the bundle. His eyes lit up at once. "My heavens! This child is so beautiful! He's the spitting image of Yue Guan when he was young! If I didn't know he was a young master, I'd think he was a little girl!"

As he spoke, he reached out a finger, wanting to poke Gui Mengguan's soft little cheek.

Gui Mei shifted aside at once, dodging his hand and shielding the child tightly. He looked as wary as a mother hen guarding her chick. "Don't touch him. Your hands are cold. You'll chill the baby."

"Hey! You're guarding your food now that you're a father!" Guang Ling Douluo pouted, but didn't try to come closer again.

Falling Devil Douluo leaned over and laughed loudly. "Not bad, Gui Mei! At your age, you've actually been blessed with a son! The look in his eyes has your spark. He'll definitely grow up to be a fine candidate for Titled Douluo!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped forward and cupped his hands to Yue Guan on the bed and Gui Mei holding the child. His aged face was full of smiles. "Congratulations to you both. After forty years together, you've finally reached your happy ending. From now on, you'll be a family of three."

Yue Guan's face flushed slightly. He smiled and nodded to everyone, his eyes brimming with unmistakable happiness.

The delivery room had become a lively, heartwarming bustle.

No one noticed the tiny eyes in Gui Mengguan's bundle darting about as he studied this group of living, breathing Titled Douluos. He was already making plans.

Since he was here, what was there to fear?

His parents were the Spirit Hall's two renowned Titled Douluo powerhouses, and even the Worship Hall's offerings cherished him. Even with a little girl's face, he could still strut through this Douluo World!

Gui Mengguan's little mouth curved into a smile, and he gave the Guang Ling Douluo leaning toward him a radiant, toothless grin.