77: Ip Man: No one understands pregnant women better than me.

Ye Wen gently released Jiang Caixuan, tenderly stroked her hair, and said in a low voice, "Cai Xuan, you should rest well first. I will have the maids take care of you. If you need anything, call me anytime, okay?"

Jiang Caixuan still had an un-faded blush on her face. She nodded gently, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Mm, Brother Wen, go ahead and be busy. I will take good care of myself."

Ye Wen smiled slightly and turned to summon two maids wearing black silk stockings. Their figures were graceful, their faces charming, and the black silk stockings outlined their slender legs, making them look exceptionally bewitching and moving. Ye Wen instructed them in a gentle tone, "Take good care of Cai Xuan and don't let her get tired. Tell me immediately if there is any need."

The two maids nodded respectfully and replied in delicate voices, "Yes, Saint, we will definitely take good care of Sister Cai Xuan."

Ye Wen nodded, turned, and walked out of the side hall, arriving at the main hall of the Nourishing Life Hall. In the hall, three hundred and seventeen Saintesses were either sitting or lying down; some were whispering to each other, while others were resting with their eyes closed. Their bellies were of varying sizes; some were already seven months along, some six, and the least were five months. Every Saintess was a peerless beauty, but at this moment, because of their pregnancy, they radiated a kind of maternal glow, appearing exceptionally gentle and moving.

Ye Wen stood in the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping gently over every Saintess, his tone full of concern, "Everyone has worked hard. How is your health recently? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

His voice was low and gentle, as if carrying a kind of magic, causing the present Saintesses to look up one after another, a trace of joy and shyness flashing in their eyes. Some Saintesses lowered their heads, blushes appearing on their faces, and replied softly, "Thank you for your concern, Saint, we are very well."

Other Saintesses boldly looked up, their eyes full of tenderness, and said in delicate voices, "Saint, you have finally come to see us! We have missed you so much!"

Several more Saintesses, with their large bellies, took the initiative to stand up and walked lightly to Ye Wen. Their bellies were highly distended, but it did not affect their elegance and beauty in the slightest. One of the Saintesses reached out and gently wrapped her arms around Ye Wen's neck, her eyes full of anticipation and love, and said in a delicate voice, "Saint, you cannot be biased and only care about Sister Cai Xuan. We need your care too!"

Her tone carried a hint of coquettishness, yet it did not lack gentleness. Ye Wen looked at her charming appearance, his heart softened, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her lips, his movements gentle and delicate. That Saintess had a blush rise on her face from his kiss, her eyes full of happiness and satisfaction.

Another Saintess also stepped forward, with her large belly, and reached out to gently stroke Ye Wen's cheek, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness, "Saint, you cannot just kiss her alone; we want it too!"

Ye Wen laughed out loud upon hearing this, lowered his head, and kissed their lips one by one, his movements gentle and affectionate. His palms gently stroked their bellies, his tone full of doting, "Rest assured, I will be responsible for each and every one of you, and I will take good care of you and our children."

The Saintesses felt a warmth in their hearts from his gentle actions and words, and happy blushes rose on their faces. They gathered around Ye Wen, their eyes full of tenderness and reliance. Some Saintesses said softly, "Saint, you are truly good. We will definitely take good care of ourselves and the children."

Some Saintesses boldly hugged Ye Wen's arm and said in delicate voices, "Saint, you cannot be biased; you must come to see us often in the future!"

Ye Wen looked at them, his eyes full of tenderness and satisfaction. He knew that although they had previously engaged in Dual Cultivation with him only because of his Physique, after half a year of his care and various expressions of love, they had completely fallen in love with him.

He gently stroked the hair of every Saintess, his tone full of doting, "Rest assured, I will come to see you often, and I will take good care of each of you. You are all my most precious treasures, and I will always be by your side."

Ye Wen stood in the midst of the Saintesses, surrounded by their tenderness and love, his heart full of happiness and satisfaction. To be able to make them all pregnant with his children, Ye Wen felt proud of himself.

This is how a Transmigrator should be. Seeing so many beautiful and moving Saintesses and not capturing them to have them bear children for oneself is simply a waste. A man should collect as many Saintesses as possible.

Not to mention that this is the Shrouding the Heavens world; how could those incompetent Transmigrators compare to him?

Ye Wen's goal was to make all the Saintesses, Princesses, Goddesses, and Fairies of this world his women, and then have them bear children for him.

Just as Ye Wen was surrounded by the many Saintesses, conversing with them gently, a Saintess wearing white silk stockings walked slowly out from the crowd. Her appearance seemed to instantly attract everyone's gaze, and even the surrounding air seemed to become a bit softer because of her.

She was about twenty years old, of peerless beauty, with skin like snow and eyebrows like a painting. Her features were so exquisite that it was as if they had been meticulously carved by the heavens. A pair of almond eyes were as clear as water, yet carried a hint of charm; as her gaze shifted, it seemed capable of stealing one's soul. Her nose was high and straight, her lips were luscious and vibrant, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth carried a hint of boldness and confidence, as if silently proclaiming her charm.

Her figure was voluptuous and graceful, and the white silk stockings tightly wrapped around her slender legs, outlining her perfect leg curves. The luster of the white silk was exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight, as if adding a dreamlike halo to her. Her belly was already distended; the six-month pregnancy made her abdomen round and warm, as if a brand-new life was gestating inside. Her steps were light and elegant, each step carrying a sense of confidence and composure, as if she were a goddess who had walked out of a painting.

She walked straight to Ye Wen, her eyes full of tenderness and anticipation, her voice charming and bold, "Lord Saint, can you stay and accompany me today? I have missed you so much."

Her tone carried a hint of coquettishness, yet was full of confidence and initiative. Her gaze looked straight at Ye Wen, her eyes full of unmasked love and desire. Her fingers gently stroked her belly, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness, "Our child misses you too; you cannot be biased, right?"

Ye Wen looked at her bold appearance, a trace of appreciation and doting flashing in his eyes. He did not refuse, but smiled slightly, reached out to gently stroke her cheek, and said in a gentle tone, "Alright, I will stay and accompany you today."

Upon hearing this, a blush immediately appeared on her face, her eyes full of joy and satisfaction. She gently wrapped her arms around Ye Wen's neck, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, "Lord Saint, you must not lie to me!"

Ye Wen laughed lightly, reached out, and gently picked her up in a bridal carry. Her body was soft and warm, and the luster of her white silk stockings was exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight. Her belly was round and warm, pressing tightly against Ye Wen's chest, as if silently telling the story of the bond between them.

Leaning in Ye Wen's embrace, her face was full of happy smiles, and her eyes were full of tenderness and reliance. Her fingers gently stroked Ye Wen's cheek, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness, "Lord Saint, you must accompany me well, otherwise I won't let you off."

Ye Wen looked at her charming appearance, his heart softened, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her forehead, his tone full of doting, "Rest assured, I will accompany you well."

He carried her and walked slowly towards her room, while the surrounding Saintesses cast envious and gentle gazes. They knew that this Saintess was always bold and proactive, extremely enthusiastic about matters between men and women, and seeing Ye Wen today, she would naturally not let this opportunity pass.

After entering the room, Ye Wen gently placed her on the soft bed. Her white silk stockings looked exceptionally charming under the lamplight, and her belly was round and warm, radiating a maternal glow. Her eyes were full of tenderness and anticipation, and she gently wrapped her arms around Ye Wen's neck, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness, "Lord Saint, you cannot be biased; today, you are mine."

Ye Wen looked at her charming appearance, his heart softened, and he lowered his head to gently kiss her lips, his movements gentle and delicate. Her lips were soft and warm, carrying a faint fragrance, causing an indescribable tenderness to surge in Ye Wen's heart.

He gently stroked her hair, his tone full of doting, "Rest assured, I will accompany you well today, and I will also take good care of you and our children."

Upon hearing this, a happy blush rose on her face, her eyes full of tenderness and reliance. She knew that Ye Wen's tenderness and love were the most precious gift of her life. And she, too, would use her own way to cherish this happiness well.