102: Chapter 102 Double Happiness?

After Cao Ying became pregnant, the atmosphere in the East Courtyard changed subtly.

Every night after dinner, Yao Yao would insist on pulling Hun Feng back to their room, claiming it was to consolidate her cultivation, though the jealousy in her eyes could not be hidden;

Medusa never spoke of it, but the number of times Hun Muxiao was sent to Lin Qingwan increased significantly;

Xiao Yi Xian remained as quiet as ever, though the newly cleared herb field in the garden had expanded by another circle.

Only Gu Xun'er remained dignified and composed, continuing her daily routine of cultivation, tea tasting, and chatting with Cao Ying about alchemy, as if completely unaware of the secret rivalry among the other sisters.

But only she knew that half of this composure was feigned—it was not that she didn't care, but that she didn't want to show it in front of everyone.

Yet, in the dead of night, lying alone on her bed and listening to the faint sounds from Yao Yao's room next door, her hand would unconsciously rest on her flat belly, her fingertips lingering there for a long time.

That evening, as Hun Feng emerged from the cultivation chamber, Gu Xun'er intercepted him under the corridor, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea.

She was wearing a very thin, pale green loungewear dress, her long hair loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few stray strands falling against her snow-white neck.

Hun Feng took the tea and sipped it; the temperature was perfect, and the amount of tea leaves was just right—after all these years, Gu Xun'er never made a mistake when brewing tea.

Just as he was about to compliment her, Gu Xun'er suddenly spoke.

"Husband, come to my room tonight."

Her voice still had that cool, spring-like tone, but there was no room for negotiation in her tone.

Hun Feng's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and he looked up at her.

Gu Xun'er couldn't hold her composure under his gaze; a faint pink hue crept up her ears, yet she maintained the dignified demeanor of a young lady of the Gu Clan, only lowering her eyelashes to avoid his eyes.

Hun Feng placed the teacup on the corridor pillar, reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and let his fingertips linger on her earlobe for a moment.

Gu Xun'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she did not pull away.

"Alright."

He said only one word.

Late at night, the lights in the East Courtyard were extinguished one by one.

In Gu Xun'er's bedchamber, only a very dim glazed lamp remained, casting a pale golden glow across the edge of the bed through its shade.

She sat by the bed with her hair undone, the black tresses cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall. She gripped the ties of her pale green dress in her palm, tightening and loosening them repeatedly.

This was the scene Hun Feng saw when he pushed the door open.

"Nervous?"

He sat down beside her, his voice very soft.

"A little."

Gu Xun'er looked up at him with eyes as clear as an ancient well.

She rarely showed weakness in front of him, but at this moment, she decided to be honest for once.

Hun Feng did not comfort her with words; he simply reached out, pulled her gently closer, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

The kiss was light and slow, as if giving her enough time to adapt.

Gu Xun'er closed her eyes, her fingers, which had been gripping the ties, slowly relaxed and instead climbed onto his shoulders.

She responded more actively than usual—not passively enduring, but truly participating.

Her fingers slid into his hair, and she leaned forward slightly, reducing the distance between them to zero.

Hun Feng noticed her difference tonight but did not point it out, simply following her rhythm and letting her take the lead.

The pale green dress slid off silently, piling up at the foot of the bed.

Gu Xun'er gently pushed Hun Feng onto the brocade mattress and sat astride his waist, her long hair falling from her shoulders and enveloping him in a faint scent of tea.

Her movements were a bit clumsy, clearly unaccustomed to taking the initiative, but her gaze was exceptionally determined—this was not a passive wife fulfilling an obligation, but a young lady of the Gu Clan with a God-Grade Bloodline actively fighting for what she wanted.

The Golden Emperor Sky Burning Flame leapt out automatically, resonating violently with the Heaven-Slaying Flame within Hun Feng, weaving gold and blood red into a magnificent curtain of fire.

The two God-Grade Bloodlines stimulated each other as they merged, and each collision caused the temperature in the hall to rise.

She leaned down and whispered something in his ear; her voice was very low, but Hun Feng heard it clearly: "Cao Ying is pregnant, and I want one too."

Hun Feng reached out to clasp the back of her neck, gently pressing her face into the crook of his neck.

His other hand covered her flat belly, the blood-red light of the Heaven-Slaying Flame flowing silently in his palm, slowly channeling a stream of extremely pure origin energy deep into her dantian.

"Then we shall have one. No, let's have two."

His voice was slightly hoarse with passion.

Gu Xun'er did not speak again; she simply lowered her head and bit his shoulder, not with much force, just enough to leave a very shallow tooth mark.

That night was exceptionally long.

The Golden Emperor Sky Burning Flame and the Heaven-Slaying Flame flowed back and forth between their meridians, each fusion being a resonance and tempering of their bloodlines.

Gu Xun'er was more involved than ever before, actively seeking and responding, casting aside the reserve that had gradually faded over her two years as a wife.

Not until dawn approached did the two fall asleep in each other's arms amidst the remaining firelight.

Gu Xun'er pressed her face against Hun Feng's chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, her own heartbeat gradually calming down.

Her fingers unconsciously stroked her still-flat belly, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Two months later, this smile had a response.

When Yao Ling checked Gu Xun'er's pulse, her fingers rested on her wrist for a long time, and after carefully examining for a moment, a rare look of surprise and joy appeared on her young yet composed face.

She let go of Gu Xun'er's wrist and turned to say to Hun Feng, who was waiting outside the door: "Young Master, Lady Xun'er is pregnant."

When the news spread, the entire Soul Realm became lively.

A young lady of the Gu Clan, a God-Grade Bloodline, a Seven-Star Dou Sheng at the peak—the weight of this child was heavier than any alliance.

Hun Feng was so happy that his whole face was glowing; while reviewing battle reports, the corners of his mouth remained upturned, a sight Yao Yao caught many times.

Lin Qingwan was even more excited than Hun Feng; her voice trembled as she pushed open the door, and she hurried to sit by Gu Xun'er's bed, placing her hand gently on her daughter-in-law's still-flat belly, her eyes suddenly turning red.

She had longed for a grandson for too long—although Hun Muxiao was a granddaughter, she was of Xiao Yan's bloodline, not the Hun family's.

The one in Cao Ying's belly was the first, and the one in Gu Xun'er's belly was the second.

The Hun family's lineage was finally going to flourish.

A few days later, Gu Yuan's delegation arrived in the Soul Realm.

He was still in his simple gray robe, followed by Gu Dao and Gu Qingyang, with several Gu Clan elders carrying crates of gifts.

As soon as Gu Yuan entered, he had Gu Dao present the list of gifts, then walked to his daughter's bedside. Looking at Gu Xun'er's elegant, lotus-like face, he remained silent for a long while before speaking: "Xun'er, father has come to see you."

Gu Xun'er leaned against the headboard, looking at her father's face, which had seen a thousand years of storms, her eyes slightly reddening.

She had been the apple of Gu Yuan's eye since she was a child, but her father rarely wore his emotions on his face.

Now that he had come in person with so many gifts, she knew the weight of this better than anyone—not just because she was his daughter, but because the child in her belly was the most solid bond between the Gu Clan and the Soul Clan Alliance.

Gu Yuan sat in Gu Xun'er's room for a long time, and the father and daughter spoke some intimate words.

Before leaving, he stopped at the door, looked back at her, and said in a voice that was old and steady: "Xun'er, you are stronger than your father. The path you have chosen, the Gu Clan will continue to walk."

Gu Yuan met with Hun Feng alone.

The two sat opposite each other in the side hall of the main palace, and Gu Yuan got straight to the point: "Nephew, I have seen the cultivation speed of your wives over these years—Cai Lin from the peak of Dou Zun to the peak of Seven-Star Dou Sheng, Yao Yao from a maid to the mid-stage of Eight Star Dou Sheng, and Xun'er from Four-Star all the way to the peak of Seven-Star.

On this continent, you are the only one capable of raising the cultivation of those around you so significantly in just a few short years.

Back at the Ancient Emperor Hall, I was skeptical of your claim about the path to the Emperor, but over these years, I have come to believe it.

The child in Xun'er's belly is the crystallization of the marriage between the Gu Clan and the Soul Clan.

No matter how far the path to the Emperor goes in the future, the Gu Clan will advance and retreat with you."

"Father-in-law, rest assured. I, Hun Feng, never fail my wives."

The Sky Mansion Alliance soon received news of Gu Xun'er's pregnancy.

When the Hall of Souls' secret agents transmitted the intelligence back to the Starfall Pavilion, Xiao Yan was sitting on a stone bench in the bamboo forest behind the mountain, holding an Eighth Grade Pill he had just refined.

He was silent for a while, put the pill into his storage ring, stood up, and walked out of the bamboo forest.

No rage, no throwing things, not even any extra expression—just silence, and then continuing to do what he needed to do.

Over the years, he had grown accustomed to hearing news of Xun'er from others.

Every time news came, it was like a dull knife cutting into the same wound; eventually, the wound scabbed over and stopped bleeding, but it still felt a dull pain when pressed.

However, this dull pain no longer kept him tossing and turning at night as it did at the beginning.

When he returned to the main hall, a fiery red figure was leaning against the doorframe waiting for him.

Tang Huo'er wore a crimson martial outfit, her long hair tied high in a ponytail with a fiery red ribbon, her brows and eyes carrying a natural heroic spirit.

Seeing Xiao Yan return, she strode up to meet him and shoved the wine flask in her hand into his arms, her tone bright and direct: "Why are you moping? Drink!"

Xiao Yan took the flask and took a big gulp. Tang Huo'er sat down beside him, not asking why he wasn't speaking, but simply talking about the trivial matters in the valley.

Her voice was clear and crisp, like a sharp knife, whittling away the gloom that shrouded Xiao Yan layer by layer.

Xiao Yan's feelings for her were different from those he had for Xun'er, Cai Lin, or Yun Yun.

Tang Huo'er was a ray of light that shone into his darkest days after he lost his arm; she was the one who was still willing to stay by his side when he was at his most incompetent.

He didn't want to fail anyone anymore, nor did he want to keep anyone waiting for him.

So he took the initiative to hold Tang Huo'er's hand—not because he had forgotten the people of the past, but because those who were alive had to keep moving forward.

When Soul Mie Sheng received this intelligence about Tang Huo'er, he was in the main hall of the Hall of Souls, reviewing secret reports transmitted back by secret agents.

After reading it, his withered fingers tapped lightly on the table twice, and then he put down the secret report and stood up.

He had followed Hun Feng for many years and knew well that the Young Master paid special attention to everything regarding Xiao Yan.

The fact that Xiao Yan had a new lover was news to Hun Feng—news that would allow him to watch a good show in front of his wives.

Especially since among these wives, Gu Xun'er was Xiao Yan's former fiancée, Medusa was Xiao Yan's former primary wife, Yun Yun was Xiao Yan's first love, and Xiao Yi Xian was Xiao Yan's confidante.

What expressions would they have when they heard that Xiao Yan had a new lover?

A faint smile appeared at the corners of Soul Mie Sheng's mouth; he tucked the secret report into his sleeve and turned to walk toward the East Courtyard.