From the direction of the Eternal Heaven Palace, a colossal purple-gold dragon soared into the sky.
Within the dragon's radiant form sat a woman in a white-purple dress—ethereal, breathtaking. It was the Little Fairy Doctor, emerged at last from her prolonged seclusion.
Every inhabitant of the Eternal Heaven Realm looked up.
Her aura surged violently, rising in relentless waves. Faint spatial fissures splintered around her body, trembling at the edge of collapse.
Ten minutes passed.
The great dragon roared toward the heavens.
World energy—invisible, formless—poured into her like rivers returning to the sea.
And then—
An aura, vast and boundless, erupted from her being.
"Sister Xian'er… is she about to break through to Dou Zun?"
Xun'er stood at Xiao Jietian's side, her voice soft with wonder. "Such rapid progress. Truly, the Calamity Poison Body lives up to its name."
"Yes." Xiao Jietian's gaze never left the figure suspended in the sky. "And it looks stable. The breakthrough should succeed very soon."
He shifted slightly, shielding Xun'er from the residual energy rippling outward.
Four figures descended beside them.
Medusa. Yun Yun. Ya Fei.
Xiao Jietian immediately pulled Yun Yun and Ya Fei behind him.
"Stay behind me."
His gaze dropped to their bellies.
Both were now noticeably rounded—gently, beautifully curved.
His expression softened.
While Xiao Jietian kept watch over the Little Fairy Doctor's breakthrough, Xun'er and the others conversed quietly. Fingers occasionally brushed against rounded abdomens. Faces glowed with maternal warmth.
Half an hour.
The Little Fairy Doctor's aura gradually receded, settling, stabilizing.
The pressure of a Dou Zun continued to ravage heaven and earth.
"Xian'er." Xiao Jietian's voice carried upward, calm but firm. "Restrain your aura, or my Eternal Heaven Palace will be overturned by your presence. Be careful—or I'll have to discipline you."
The Little Fairy Doctor, still immersed in the unfamiliar sensation of her newly elevated realm, heard his words.
Her face flushed pink.
Then her gaze dropped—found him—and filled with unconcealed longing.
She vanished from the sky.
And reappeared—directly in his arms.
She buried her face against his chest, inhaling deeply. His scent. She had missed this. Missed him.
Xiao Jietian felt the soft press of her body against his.
Foul. Charging with the ball.
His arm encircled her slender waist. He kissed her cheek—gentle, lingering.
"Alright, alright. I'll spend time with you tonight. Everyone is watching."
The Little Fairy Doctor reluctantly lifted her head from his embrace.
Five pairs of eyes regarded her with warm, teasing smiles.
She quickly withdrew from his arms.
She moved to greet them, embracing each one in turn. Congratulations flowed freely.
Then she noticed.
Yun Yun. Ya Fei.
Their bellies.
"…You two are…?" Her voice was hesitant, disbelieving.
Ya Fei took her hand, smiling. "It's exactly what you're thinking."
The Little Fairy Doctor's fingers gently traced the curve of each belly.
Then she turned to Xiao Jietian.
Her expression was one of profound, aggrieved resentment.
"It seems," she said slowly, "that during my seclusion… I missed out on tens of billions."
Xiao Jietian looked at her little expression—that mixture of pout and accusation—and stroked her hair.
A mental transmission: You'll have them too, in the future. Don't worry.
Her eyes brightened.
You said it. Tonight… I can't fall too far behind.
He nodded.
The others watched the silent exchange of glances and knew—those two were definitely cutting some kind of deal.
"Don't think this king doesn't know what you two are scheming."
Medusa's voice cut through the air, cool and teasing. "Your eyes are practically dripping with desire."
The Little Fairy Doctor's nimble purple eyes darted.
A hint of sly mischief flickered within them.
Her gaze swept over Medusa's figure—deliberately, appreciatively—then landed on Xiao Jietian's face.
Her lips curved.
"I'm a Dou Zun now," she said lightly, playfully. "And she's still a Dou Zong. How about I just restrain her for you? Then you can do whatever you want. How does that sound?"
Xiao Jietian shook his head, smiling. He pinched her cheek—a gesture of doting indulgence.
The others laughed.
But Medusa…
Her narrow phoenix eyes flickered. A fleeting, unusual glint—there and gone.
She lifted her chin subtly. Her posture radiated pride. Her hands pushed her ample chest forward to an almost astonishing degree.
"You?" A hint of a disdainful smile curved her lips.
Then her tone shifted.
"I can't beat you now. But I can run."
A pause.
"If I instantly revert to my serpent form… what will you do then? Hmph, hmph."
Everyone: "…"
Xiao Jietian: "As expected of you, you tsundere Pipi-sha. You even manage to say 'running away' with such righteousness."
Medusa's ears reddened.
Xiao Jietian looked at the joyous scene before him—the laughter, the teasing, the warmth—and felt something swell in his chest.
This is it.
This is the meaning of life.
Wife. Children. Warm bed. Harmonious family. Unceasing laughter. No worries about daily necessities.
He led them back to the Eternal Heaven Palace.
He sent out a mental transmission, reassuring the others. Gradually, everyone returned to their normal routines.
In the garden they had cultivated within the palace grounds, Xiao Jietian sat on a chair, watching the women play.
They ran. They chased. They laughed.
Eventually, their frolicking began to circle around him. Occasionally, one would "accidentally" stumble and fall into his arms.
He caught them. Every time.
Even the two pregnant women joined in—their conditions unaffected. As long as the man was healthy, as long as certain things were of good quality, there were no problems.
Besides, they were cultivators. It wasn't so easy for complications to arise. Unless they were fighting—truly, intensely fighting—that could harm the body.
The garden filled with crisp, pleasant laughter. With playful teasing. With the warmth of companionship.
Xiao Jietian looked at this scene and sighed softly.
This… this is truly living.
Eventually, tired, the women all chose to sprawl upon him.
They lay across his lap, against his shoulders, nestled in the crook of his arms—looking up at the clear sky, whispering softly among themselves.
Night fell.
Tacitly, the women withdrew.
Leaving the two who had been separated so long.
Xiao Jietian held the Little Fairy Doctor gently in his arms.
His hand rested on her abdomen—flat, yet elastic beneath his palm. He stroked it tenderly.
His chin rested lightly atop her head. Slowly, he recounted the interesting events that had occurred during her seclusion.
She nestled against his chest, eyes half-closed in intoxication, in happiness.
She listened quietly.
Occasionally, at a particularly amusing or heartwarming tale, her laughter would ripple outward—soft, joyful.
Time passed.
Their gazes gradually met.
Both pairs of eyes were filled with love.
He lowered his head.
The distance between them diminished.
And the atmosphere around them… subtly, irrevocably, changed.