110: Seven hundred pregnant saints

When the seven hundred Saintesses finished bathing, changed into ethereal Immortal Qi-filled dresses, and stepped out of the Small World, the entire Goddess Peak seemed to be lit up by their beauty. Their long skirts were as light as clouds, the gauze-like material shimmering faintly in the sunlight as if each garment were woven from moonlight. The hems danced lightly with the wind, outlining their graceful figures, while the skin faintly visible beneath the thin gauze added a touch of mystery and charm.

The temperament of these Saintesses was no longer the greenness and stubbornness seen at their first meeting, but had gained a hint of maturity and charm. Their eyes still held their respective pride, but it was no longer sharp; instead, it was replaced by a sense of softness and composure. Their steps remained light, yet they were no longer as free as the wind, carrying a trace of the heavy burden of being bound by fate. Their long hair cascaded like waterfalls over their shoulders, adorned with exquisite hair accessories that emitted a faint divine light. Their faces remained peerlessly beautiful, yet no longer possessed the purity of young girls, having gained the allure of mature women.

When the seven hundred Saintesses were led to the Nourishing Life Hall by the maidservants, the atmosphere inside the hall instantly became lively. The first batch of Saintesses, already eight or nine months pregnant, were sitting in the hall, either leaning on soft couches or strolling by the Spiritual Springs. Their abdomens were high and protruding, their rounded bellies faintly visible under their thin gauze dresses, radiating the glow of motherhood.

These pregnant Saintesses wore loose, thin gauze dresses with hems that flowed like water, concealing their rounded bellies. Their eyes were full of tenderness and maternal love, as if everything in heaven and earth was within their embrace. Their long hair cascaded like waterfalls over their shoulders, adorned with exquisite hair accessories that emitted a faint divine light. Their faces remained peerlessly beautiful, yet no longer possessed the purity of young girls, having gained the allure of mature women.

As the seven hundred Saintesses stepped into the Nourishing Life Hall, their emotions were complex and subtle. Their gazes swept over the pregnant Saintesses in the hall, their eyes containing both envy and unease. They knew that they would soon be like them, sporting rounded bellies and becoming mothers.

"They... are truly beautiful," one Saintess murmured softly, her tone carrying a hint of envy.

"Will we... become like that too?" another Saintess asked in a low voice, her tone tinged with unease.

Princess Yueling looked at the Saintesses in the hall, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. She gently stroked her not-yet-protruding lower abdomen and said softly, "Perhaps... this is our destiny."

When the first batch of pregnant Saintesses saw the seven hundred new sisters, warm smiles immediately appeared on their faces. They stood up one after another and walked slowly toward the new Saintesses, their voices full of friendliness and inclusion:

"Welcome, new sisters! You've finally come," a pregnant Saintess said with a smile, her tone full of tenderness.

"From now on, we are family. If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask us," another pregnant Saintess said softly, her tone full of care.

Their eyes were full of tenderness and maternal love, as if everything in heaven and earth was within their embrace. Their long hair cascaded like waterfalls over their shoulders, adorned with exquisite hair accessories that emitted a faint divine light. Their faces remained peerlessly beautiful, yet no longer possessed the purity of young girls, having gained the allure of mature women.

Facing the welcome of the pregnant Saintesses, the seven hundred new Saintesses lowered their heads, their cheeks flushed with a layer of crimson. They knew that they would soon be like them, sporting rounded bellies and becoming mothers.

"Thank you... elder sisters," one Saintess said in a low voice, her tone carrying a hint of shyness.

"We... will work hard," another Saintess said softly, her tone carrying a hint of determination.

Princess Yueling looked at the pregnant Saintesses, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. She gently stroked her not-yet-protruding lower abdomen and said softly, "Perhaps... this is our destiny."

Inside the Nourishing Life Hall, the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. The pregnant Saintesses sat with the new Saintesses, sharing their thoughts and experiences. Their eyes were full of tenderness and maternal love, as if everything in heaven and earth was within their embrace. Their long hair cascaded like waterfalls over their shoulders, adorned with exquisite hair accessories that emitted a faint divine light. Their faces remained peerlessly beautiful, yet no longer possessed the purity of young girls, having gained the allure of mature women.

The Spiritual Spring in the hall flowed gurglingly, with faint petals floating on the water's surface, emitting a refreshing fragrance. Thin gauze dresses swayed gently in the breeze, outlining their graceful figures. Their faces were filled with smiles of happiness and satisfaction, as if everything in heaven and earth was within their embrace.

With the addition of the seven hundred Saintesses, the atmosphere in the Nourishing Life Hall became even more lively. They knew they had stepped into a vortex from which there was no turning back, and the road ahead would be more complex and difficult than they imagined. But they also knew they were no longer simple young girls, but women who were about to become mothers.

On the other side, after Ye Wen came out of the Small World, he went straight back to his room. The moment he pushed open the door, his gaze was drawn to the scene on the bed—Yao Xi was dressed in a thin gauze dress, lying lazily on his bed. The gauze was as light as mist, outlining her graceful figure, her skin faintly visible beneath the gauze like moonlight on snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

Seeing Ye Wen push the door open, Yao Xi turned her head slightly, a charming smile curling at the corners of her lips, her eyes carrying a hint of playfulness: "Finally willing to come out? I thought you were going to stay in there for a few more months. I didn't expect you to come out after only one month; only one day has passed outside."

Her voice was as pleasant as a clear spring, yet it carried a hint of faint teasing, as if poking fun at Ye Wen's 'busyness'.

Hearing this, a smile rose on the corners of Ye Wen's mouth. He strode toward the bed and lay down unceremoniously. He reached out and pulled Yao Xi into his arms, the movement so natural it was as if he were long accustomed to it. Yao Xi did not refuse, leaning her upper body against his chest as the hem of her thin gauze dress flowed like water, covering both of them.

"Didn't I miss you all?" Ye Wen looked down at Yao Xi in his arms, his tone carrying a hint of doting and teasing. His fingers gently brushed through her long hair, a strand winding around his fingertip, his movements tender and intimate.

Yao Xi looked up at him, her eyes filled with charm and playfulness: "Miss us? I think you were missing your 'Yin-Yang Body', weren't you? Seven hundred Saintesses in one month's time—you really were busy beyond belief."

Ye Wen couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this, and he pinched her cheek. "What, are you jealous?"