Husband, Let's Have a Child... Ronan, I Refuse to Believe There's No Way to Conquer You!

Tang Yuehua lay quietly against Ronan's broad, sturdy chest like a lazy cat.

Her silver hair, once pinned up with meticulous precision, now cascaded loosely like a waterfall.

A few strands had been dampened by sweat and clung to her breathtakingly beautiful cheeks, flushed with an alluring blush.

It only added to her soul-stirring charm.

One of Ronan's large hands rested lightly around her slender, soft waist.

His other hand idly played with a lock of her silver hair, feeling its silky texture beneath his fingertips.

Having just gone through an intense battle, Ronan felt utterly relaxed.

His body had been thoroughly cleansed.

"Husband..."

Tang Yuehua gently rubbed her cheek against Ronan's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat.

Her beautiful eyes shimmered with watery tenderness and a trace of barely noticeable expectation.

She slightly raised her snow-white chin and asked softly, her breath fragrant as orchids:

"When... should we consider having a child?"

Ronan was slightly stunned by the question, then lowered his head.

Seeing the expectant look in Tang Yuehua's eyes, he could not help but smile.

On Douluo Continent, the more powerful a soul master was, the lower the chances of producing offspring generally became.

Especially for an unparalleled expert like Ronan, who possessed twin top-tier dragon martial souls.

And whose cultivation had already reached the realm of a rank ninety-four Titled Douluo, leaving behind descendants was even more difficult.

"As for that, we'll just let nature take its course."

Ronan lowered his head, lightly kissed Tang Yuehua's smooth forehead, and spoke gently.

"As long as you become pregnant, we'll have the child."

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's our child, I'll place the finest things in the world before them."

Hearing Ronan's immediate and doting answer, Tang Yuehua's heart was instantly filled with endless sweetness and happiness.

She hugged Ronan tightly, tears of emotion even glimmering at the corners of her eyes.

"Mm! I'll definitely work hard!" Tang Yuehua secretly vowed to herself.

From that moment on, the usually dignified and elegant mistress of Moonlight Pavilion had already begun thinking at a furious pace.

Mm, time to prepare for pregnancy...

Just as Ronan and Tang Yuehua were making grand plans for having children amid the tender comforts of Moonlight Pavilion,

Thousands of miles away in Spirit City,

The towering and majestic Pope Palace was dimly lit.

Bibi Dong sat alone upon the Pope Throne, which symbolized Spirit Hall's highest authority.

However, anyone who looked closely would notice something.

The newly enthroned female Pope, who ought to have been full of vigor and ambition, was terrifyingly pale at that moment.

Her profound eyes were filled with fine blood vessels, revealing an exhaustion and gloom she could not conceal.

Ever since fleeing from outside Heaven Dou City back to Spirit City, Bibi Dong had traveled day and night without daring to pause for even a moment.

Ronan's godlike, terrifying strength, along with those two glaring Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings,

Had clung to her like an inescapable nightmare.

"Rank ninety-four... twin top-tier martial souls... two Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Rings..."

Bibi Dong gripped the Pope Scepter in her hand tightly, her knuckles turning pale from the excessive force.

Her chest rose and fell violently as she recalled Ronan's merciless mockery of Yu Xiaogang and his ruthless suppression of her.

A powerful sense of humiliation and helplessness gnawed at her heart like venomous snakes.

"Ronan... what kind of monster are you?"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She knew anger and fear could not solve anything.

The deadline for the Second Trial of the Rakshasa God Trial was five years.

If she could not conquer Ronan within five years, then what awaited her would be the irreversible ruin of failing the divine trial!

"Since I can't defeat you head-on with strength, then I'll use another method."

Bibi Dong's gaze gradually turned cold and unfathomable, like a stagnant pool with no visible bottom.

An eerie, chilling smile appeared on her stunning face.

"Conquest does not only mean forcing someone into submission through violence. Strategy, psychology, weaknesses... as long as someone is human, they will have flaws!"

"Someone!"

Bibi Dong called out coldly.

The instant her voice fell, within the vast hall of the Pope Palace,

Two black shadows like Ghosts instantly emerged from the dark corners and knelt on one knee beneath the steps of the Pope Throne.

"Your subordinates await your orders, Your Holiness!"

"Transmit my command. Immediately mobilize every spy and intelligence network Spirit Hall has within the Heaven Dou Empire."

"At any cost, gather every scrap of information on Ronan for me!"

"I want to know his origins, his experiences, his personality and preferences, and every relative and friend around him."

"Even what he eats, what he drinks, and where he goes every day!"

"No matter how trivial, investigate everything clearly!"

"Five years... Ronan, I refuse to believe there is a flawless person in this world with no weaknesses at all!"

"One day, I will find your weakness, crush your pride and dignity beneath my feet, and make you submit to me willingly!"

"As you command!" The two shadows accepted the order and instantly turned into wisps of smoke, vanishing from where they stood.

Within the empty Pope Palace, only Bibi Dong's bone-chilling laughter echoed for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, an entire year had passed since Ronan and Tang Yuehua's wedding.

Over that year, Ronan lived an exceptionally regular and carefree life.

He spent most of his time accompanying Tang Yuehua and cultivating in seclusion within Moonlight Pavilion's secret chamber.

As for Tang Yuehua, this year had brought earth-shaking changes to her life.

The Immortal Herb Ronan had brought back from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

After a year, its terrifying medicinal effects had finally begun to erupt completely within Tang Yuehua's body.

In just one year, Tang Yuehua's Soul Power had broken through the threshold of rank twenty.

And with Ronan's help, she successfully obtained a second Hundred-Year Spirit Ring that was exceptionally suited to her mutated Noble Ring martial soul.

Tang Yuehua was now a genuine rank twenty-four Soul Grandmaster!

Although rank twenty-four cultivation still could not be considered powerful on Douluo Continent.

For Tang Yuehua, who had lived in despair for decades, it was nothing short of a miracle!

More importantly, as her Soul Power increased and the Immortal Herb cleansed and reforged her body.

Tang Yuehua's already graceful and noble temperament became even more ethereal and otherworldly.

Her skin emitted a faint sheen like creamy white jade, and her age seemed frozen at eighteen.

Though youthful, she possessed an exceptionally refined mature charm.

That morning, the sun shone brightly.

In the first-floor hall of Moonlight Pavilion, several maids responsible for receiving guests were speaking in hushed tones.