Chapter 59

Ye Baizhi blushed when she heard her own soft voice.

There was no helping it—though Ye Wulan sometimes seemed to be teasing her, he was often remarkably restrained. Even when he kissed her, he exercised great control. At night, when he held her, it was always a gentle embrace with his clothes still on.

If she would have to wait for him to take the initiative, who knew when his body would fully recover?

They still didn’t know when they could seal Da Bao’s spiritual aura. It was time for them to leave.

Ye Wulan had mentioned that time flowed differently here compared to the outside world. He had also said that time outside moved faster than in the secret realm. They had no idea how much time had passed outside.

So Ye Baizhi wondered—was Ye Wulan hesitating because of some concern? Or did he think she was unwilling?

Ye Baizhi rested her head against his chest, listening to the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She could also feel that his body had improved significantly. So… it should be fine, right?

The moment Ye Baizhi took the initiative and wrapped her arms around his neck, Ye Wulan’s body stiffened. In an instant, he flipped over, pinning Ye Baizhi beneath him, enclosing her in his embrace. His eyes were dark, filled with restrained intensity and a lingering, captivating tenderness. The depths of his gaze churned, irresistibly drawing her in.

Ye Baizhi looked into his breathtakingly beautiful face, and seeing the expression in his eyes, she knew—he had been moved.

Gently tracing the contours of her brows and eyes, Ye Wulan murmured in a husky voice, “Is this alright?”

Even at this moment, Ye Wulan still restrained the turbulent emotions surging within him, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

Ye Baizhi lifted her head and pressed her lips against his.

That was her answer.

Like fire igniting dry wood, the flames roared to life. Passion tangled and burned fiercely.

His scorching breath enveloped her completely. At first, he was gentle, but as time went on, his intensity became like a raging storm, leaving Ye Baizhi utterly overwhelmed.

Eventually, she could no longer endure it—and drifted into sleep.

…

Early the next morning, Ye Baizhi was awakened by a kiss. She inhaled the familiar, pleasant scent around her, murmuring in a half-asleep daze, “So tired…”

She didn’t even realize her voice was hoarse—proof that her throat hadn’t recovered from the night before. Even after a full night’s rest, it remained strained. Yet, unintentionally, her tone carried a soft, pleading lilt.

Ye Wulan’s lips brushed lightly against her brows, his gaze filled with both warmth and lingering tenderness. “Mm, sleep a little longer,” he whispered.

Last night, he had lost control.

Love had surged, wild and unrestrained.

Gently, he tucked the blanket around her, ensuring she could rest a while more.

Ye Wulan stepped off the bed, suddenly feeling an incredible lightness in his body. It was unmistakable—he could sense warm energy surging within him, repairing his shattered meridians and old wounds overnight.

Miraculously, even his lingering injuries had completely healed. The sealed power within him slowly began to unfurl—first one level, then two, three… all the way to nine with a thunderous burst.

He could feel the overwhelming force coursing through his being.

Transcendence Realm!

He had actually reached the half-step Transcendence Realm. A look of utter disbelief crossed his face. Not only had his former strength returned, but it had even grown stronger.

Though he had only reached the half-step Transcendence Realm, it meant that soon, he would break through the Mortal Beast Realm and fully step into Transcendence. Once they left this place, he would be able to protect Ye Baizhi and Da Bao even more effectively.

The sensation of pure, raw power—it had been far too long. Overcome with emotion, his eyes held a faint trace of red. He came back to his senses, sitting at the edge of the bed, gently taking Ye Baizhi’s hand and pressing a kiss to it.

“Baizhi, thank you.” Words could never truly express his gratitude.

At that moment, realization struck him—his expression shifted drastically. “Pregnant!”

Being from the Enchanter Demon tribe, Ye Wulan was skilled in healing arts. Now that his strength had not only returned but increased, he could easily discern her condition. He had assumed she was simply exhausted from the night before and needed rest. But he never expected that she was pregnant—now, her drowsiness made perfect sense.

As the truth sank in, even his hands trembled slightly. He belonged to the Enchanter Demon tribe—an enchanter beast known for the extreme difficulty in fathering offspring, especially now that his strength had recovered to the half-step Transcendence Realm—the stronger he became, the harder it was. His father had managed to have him only through an ancestral sacrificial ritual, ensuring he was born with pure blood. But the cost had been steep—his father’s strength had diminished by more than half, leaving him frail and sickly, unable to advance further. And when their tribe was annihilated, his father had sacrificed his own life to protect him.

Thinking of this, Ye Wulan’s heart trembled slightly. Yet his Baizhi had conceived his child in just one night. He could sense that the child was strong—remarkably so. Lowering his gaze to look at Ye Baizhi, his eyes turned faintly red. Unable to resist, he pulled her into his embrace, wanting to hold her close—deep within his heart. But his movements remained soft and tender, as if only in such gentle closeness could his surging emotions find release.

Ye Baizhi sensed something and slowly opened her eyes, only to see Ye Wulan’s strikingly crimson gaze—within it, a fragile shimmer of emotion.

Instantly, she snapped awake. “Wulan, what’s wrong?”

“Are you feeling unwell?”

Ye Wulan shook his head, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head against the curve of her neck, gently nuzzling her.

“No, I’m just… incredibly happy.”

“Baizhi, thank you.”

Ye Baizhi found his behavior unusual—uncertain why he was expressing such gratitude so early in the morning. Was it simply because they had shared intimacy the night before?

That didn’t seem enough of a reason.

“…Thank me for what?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

Last night, he had been the one exerting himself—she had merely been overwhelmed, unable to endure.

“Baizhi, we have a child. You’re pregnant.”

If the Enchanter Demon tribe still existed, this news would have filled them with excitement. The tribe now had a successor, and he could tell—the child was a pureblood enchanter beast. There was no doubt about it.

Ye Wulan wasn’t even sure how to process his emotions, overwhelmed with gratitude. Of course, he knew that love and gratitude weren’t the same. He simply didn’t know what to do with her, nor how to repay someone as extraordinary as she was.

Ye Baizhi was momentarily stunned—last night, she had been so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open, never even considering the possibility. Yet now, after just one time, she was pregnant. Her body was remarkably resilient.

“Pregnancy is a good thing!” She placed a hand on her stomach. Though she couldn’t feel anything yet, her heart was full of joy. Just the thought of the child filled her with happiness. If the child turned out to be as lovable and well-behaved as Da Bao, she would want more.

“Da Bao has been asking for a little sister—this is perfect.”

Seeing Ye Baizhi’s joy over the child, Ye Wulan finally let out a slow breath of relief.

“And my strength has fully recovered. Today, I can finally seal Da Bao’s spiritual aura.”

Ye Baizhi blinked at him, sensing an undeniable shift in his presence—an air of noble authority, imposing and profound. His strength was clearly unfathomable.

As if reading the questions in her heart, Ye Wulan said, “I’ve reached the half-step Transcendence Realm—just a little more, and I’ll fully ascend.”

“Once we leave the secret realm, I’ll be able to protect you both even better.”