Chapter 1825: Bear Cub Two

Xiong Er Peak was incredibly lively, packed with people stretching as far as the eye could see. The dense crowd was filled with shouts and curses.

Because the Xiong family and Tang family members had arrived, the disciples and elders of Heng Yue Sect felt awkward and were pushed to the edges.

Some were even worse off—they had just reached the peak but were squeezed right back down. They didn't even get a glimpse of Xiong Er's son and had to scramble to the opposite peak, using magical tools like telescopes to watch from a distance.

The most embarrassed one was Xiong Er himself. Everyone was clamoring to hold the baby, and even as the father, he got shoved out.

But Xiong Er was persistent, constantly trying to squeeze back in, only to be pulled out by a group of old folks.

"You old hag's relatives, that's my child!"

Xiong Er cursed loudly,

but no one paid him any mind. Compared to his hulking figure, people were far more captivated by that soft, chubby bundle, all squishy and delightful.

"That fat kid Xiong beat me to it—such a disappointment."

Xie Yun stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves, muttering non-stop.

As he spoke, he glanced at Mu Wan Qing beside him.

His wife already had a noticeable bump in her lower abdomen—she was pregnant, probably seven or eight months along judging by the size.

"Come on, let me listen."

Si Tu Nan rubbed his hands together and leaned toward Mu Wan Qing, pressing his ear against her belly to have a little chat with the baby inside.

"Get lost!"

Xie Yun snapped,

and with a powerful kick, he sent the guy flying. *I'm standing right here, and you think you can flirt with my wife? Are you looking for trouble?*

"Don't be so petty."

Si Tu Nan picked himself up, grinning slyly, completely shameless.

"You've really outdone yourself."

Ye Ru Xue had also arrived, grabbing his ear and twisting it hard.

"Misunderstanding! It was all a misunderstanding!"

Si Tu Nan grimaced in pain, too annoyed to fight back. It wasn't that he couldn't beat Ye Ru Xue—she was also sporting a big belly, after all.

It was no wonder they were such good friends—normally boisterous and mischievous, but their wives were all in on the fun too.

"This is going to cost a fortune in gifts."

Ye Chen looked at Mu Wan Qing, then glanced at Ye Ru Xue, and scanned around at Xiao Xiang. So many people were pregnant.

Finally, his eyes landed on Chu Xuan and the others, staring intently at his wives' bellies, over and over.

Under his gaze, all the women blushed.

Having a baby wasn't something that just happened—it involved a very intimate process, and that was the most embarrassing part.

Ye Chen paid no attention to their blushing. His eyes were wide open, still staring. As he looked, he felt a warmth in his nostrils, and two streams of blood trickled out one after the other.

With his Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes, he saw everything in its most fundamental form.

For instance, even though all his wives were dressed in magnificent immortal robes, in his eyes, it was as if they were completely bare.

"Old Five, did you see that?"

Not far away, Long Yi tugged at Long Wu's sleeve. "That guy's eyes."

"Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes."

Long Wu sighed in admiration. As remnants of the Taixu Ancient Dragon, their vision was top-notch, so they could tell immediately.

"Dying once and coming back with so many blessings—incredible."

Long Yi clicked his tongue. "If I could, I'd die again too, just to get a pair of those immortal eyes."

"So big, really big."

While Long Yi was clicking his tongue, Long Wu's eyes lit up brightly, fixed on Ye Chen's wives. He was using a stealth divine ability.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Long Yi grumbled through a voice transmission and activated his divine insight as well, staring until drool was dripping everywhere.

Perhaps sensing the peeping, Chu Xuan frowned slightly but maintained her composure. She quietly activated an Emperor Weapon, unleashing its imperial aura to shield herself, and extended the mystical protection to Xi Yan and the others.

The next moment, two miserable cries rang out.

Long Yi and Long Wu both clutched their eyes and tumbled to the ground, their shiny bald heads burying straight into the hard stone slabs like upside-down onions.

It wasn't just them—many others at the scene were clutching their heads and stumbling around, including elders and disciples who had been peeping. They all suffered the backlash from the intense imperial aura.

It was all because Ye Chen's wives were so stunningly beautiful—everyone wanted just one more look, and that's what led to their downfall.

Ye Chen lost his temper. Without hesitation, he kicked them one by one, sending them soaring into the sky. He was especially rough on those indecent old elders—a disgrace for their age, still sneaking peeks at the younger generation.

No one knew how far those peepers flew, but many ended up scattered and barely clinging to life.

"Still, my husband is the most handsome."

Xi Yan chuckled and tiptoed up to plant a red lipstick mark on Ye Chen's cheek.

"And you're the most sensible, Xi Yan."

Ye Chen smoothed his hair and turned to Chu Xuan and the others. "You all should take notes."

"Hmph."

The women dismissed him, turning away in unison.

"I've decided—I'll name him Xiong Xiao Er. It's practical."

"Xiong your sister, you country bumpkin! Is that even a proper name?"

The excitement was in full swing on one side, but the other side was even more chaotic, with the Xiong family and Tang family members bickering fiercely.

Xiong Er's father and Tang Ru Xuan's father were yelling the loudest, turning red-faced over the baby's name.

The Xiong family folks were short-tempered, and the Tang family had been holding in their resentment for years. One wrong word, and they were ready to come to blows.

It was only Heng Yue's strong intervention that prevented a full-blown fight.

Still, the name Xiong Xiao Er had everyone rubbing their foreheads in disbelief. Was the Xiong family always this casual with names?

With the new generation's arrival, the entire Heng Yue Sect was overflowing with celebration.

The happiest was Xiong Er. On the very first day his child was born, he started planning the full-moon banquet, darting all over the mountain peak. Every tree was hung with a big red lantern, and at night, his peak shone the brightest, the vibrant red candlelight making it romantically enchanting.

Where there was a full-moon banquet, there had to be invitations. Xiong Er handled it all himself, stacking up invitations like a mountain. Every force in Da Chu was on the list.

The funny part was, he signed them with Ye Chen's name, even adding "Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court" in front.

The implication was clear: This was an invitation from the Heavenly Court Holy Lord. Show some respect and come, or face the consequences later. If you don't show up, at least send the gift money.

"When did Heng Yue Sect get such a talent? It's a real joy."

Ye Chen was stunned the moment he received the invitation, like he'd been struck by lightning—shocked and utterly bewildered.

Anyone who didn't know better might think it was his own child.

Xiong Er's move caught him off guard. The guy was just trying to cash in on the Heavenly Court Holy Lord's reputation for more treasures, but did he have to be so obvious? At least add your own name to it—what's the point of just writing mine?

He wasn't the only one baffled—everyone who received Xiong Er's invitation was left speechless for a long time.

The Heng Yue folks were used to it, but the other forces stared at the invitations in astonishment. "Ye Chen, becoming a father?"

"He's got over ten wives—he should have been one ages ago."

"An invitation from the Heavenly Court Holy Lord? We have to give him face."

"Prepare a generous gift—we can't afford to lose prestige."

All the forces were getting ready, treating this as a major event. Being invited by the Heavenly Court Holy Lord was the highest honor.

Of course, there were the usual troublemakers, like Wu San Pao, Tai Er Zhen Ren, and Niu Shi San, who were gearing up for another big feast at Heng Yue Sect. They emptied their stomachs in advance, determined to eat the sect out of house and home.

The night sky was deep and vast, with stars scattered like dust, and Heng Yue Sect was peaceful overall, though one peak still glowed with light.

On Jade Maiden Peak, Ye Chen sat cross-legged, bathing in the moonlight and absorbing the starlight, like an ancient monk in meditation, dignified and serene.

This sight had the Heng Yue elders and disciples fidgeting anxiously. What was he doing? With so many beautiful wives around, why was he just sitting there? Didn't he know every moment of spring night was priceless? Or was he... incapable?

But they had no idea—Ye Chen wasn't incapable; he just wouldn't do it. There were some things he absolutely couldn't risk.

This heavenly tribulation had made him realize he was still under its curse. Being intimate with anyone could bring the tribulation's torment, and it might even affect the next generation. He had to be cautious.

That was why he stayed silent.

At least until he resolved the heavenly tribulation, he wouldn't touch any of them. Doing so would only harm them.

He didn't say it, and Chu Xuan and the others understood. It was an unspoken agreement from past and present lives, and it was his way of taking responsibility for them.

"Damn heavenly tribulation."

Though Ye Chen sat with eyes closed, he cursed it a thousand times in his heart. Without it, he'd be enjoying his wives right now. With over ten of them, he could have fun for days—just thinking about it was thrilling.

But that unfortunate heavenly tribulation had stumped even a hero like him. The emperor of Da Chu could only endure it.