8: Chapter 8 Yingxue becomes pregnant, Wenyan panics.

Wen Yan stood in the center of the training room, glanced at the clock on the wall, and frowned slightly.

It was ten minutes past the usual time, and that young couple still hadn't arrived.

This was highly unusual.

Since she began guiding them to Cultivate, Lin Yun and Su Yingxue had arrived on time every day, often even early to prepare.

Although Wen Yan didn't say it out loud, she secretly appreciated their diligence.

"Could it be that they were too tired from the Breakthrough yesterday and overslept?"

Wen Yan speculated internally, but immediately shook her head in denial.

After Su Yingxue became a Martial Artist, her energy should only be more vigorous; she shouldn't be unable to get up.

After waiting for a few more minutes, the door to the training room was finally pushed open.

Lin Yun walked in holding Su Yingxue's hand.

Both of them had undisguised smiles on their faces, especially Su Yingxue, whose cheeks were flushed, her eyes shimmering with moisture, and her whole person radiating the glow of love.

"Morning, Sister Wen Yan."

Lin Yun greeted with a smile, his voice cheerful.

Wen Yan crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at his words:

"Morning? What time do you think it is? Being this lazy and you still want to defeat me and marry me?"

Lin Yun wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he retorted with a grin:

"Don't be anxious, Sister Wen Yan. I will work hard, and I'll be able to marry you home very soon."

Su Yingxue's face turned even redder, and she hurriedly explained for her husband: "Sister Wen Yan, don't blame my husband; it was me who got up late..."

Wen Yan let out a "Huh," her gaze scanning back and forth between the two:

"Don't think I don't know what you two are doing every night. Who in the manor doesn't know that the lights in your room stay on until the middle of the night?"

This remark was so blunt that Su Yingxue wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She lowered her head, her earlobes turning completely red.

Lin Yun was thick-skinned; not only was he not shy, but he also launched a "courtship offensive":

"Is Sister Wen Yan paying attention to us? You even know what time we turn off the lights; are you also looking forward to that day..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Yan had already moved.

Lin Yun only felt a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible force pinned him to the ground.

Wen Yan used only one hand to make him unable to move.

"I'll teach you to spout nonsense!"

Wen Yan looked down at him from above, and although there was no expression on her face, her earlobes were slightly flushed.

"If you have the ability, hurry up and become a Martial Artist, and stop flapping your lips here."

Lin Yun didn't behave even while pinned to the ground, grinning as he said: "Is Sister Wen Yan flustered from embarrassment?"

"You!"

Wen Yan applied a bit more force with her hand.

"Sister Wen Yan, show mercy!"

Su Yingxue hurriedly stepped forward, carefully helping Lin Yun up and patting the dust off his training uniform with gentle, meticulous movements.

Wen Yan rolled her eyes:

"You just keep spoiling him. This brat is so glib; who knows how many women he'll marry home in the future."

This was meant as a tease, but unexpectedly, Su Yingxue nodded seriously, looking at Lin Yun with eyes full of tenderness:

"As long as my husband likes it, marrying as many as he wants is fine."

Lin Yun felt a warmth in his heart and lowered his head to kiss Su Yingxue on the lips:

"My wife is still the most sensible."

Then he turned his head to look at Wen Yan and said triumphantly:

"Sister Wen Yan, my Qi and blood value is already at 88 points now. Just you wait, I'll be able to become a Martial Artist in a few days, and then I'll be one step closer to marrying you!"

Wen Yan looked at this young couple openly showing their affection in front of her, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

One is glib and shameless, the other is as gentle as water and too indulgent; they really are a match made in heaven.

"The two of you, really."

Wen Yan shook her head helplessly and decided to change the subject.

"Alright, enough with the lovey-dovey stuff. Yingxue, since you have already become a Martial Artist, today's training content needs to be upgraded."

She walked to the control panel of the training area and quickly entered a series of commands:

"In the morning, Gravity Chamber, two hours of basic strength training under tenfold gravity."

"In the afternoon, learn the movement technique 'Cloud Tracking Steps' that complements the 'Flowing Cloud Palm'."

"In the evening, conduct live combat simulation training."

"During the breaks in between, carry out the guidance Cultivation Technique."

After listening, Su Yingxue's expression was a bit nervous: "Sister Wen Yan, this... isn't it too much?"

Lin Yun also frowned: "Yingxue only just had a Breakthrough yesterday; starting such high intensity today, wouldn't that be too rushed?"

Wen Yan turned around and looked at Su Yingxue with a serious expression:

"You are already a Tier 1 Martial Artist; you call this amount of training a lot?"

"Do you still want to walk the path of the Dao of Martial Arts?"

"I was even planning to pass on a few real martial Combat Techniques to you in a few days, but now it seems..."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Wen Yan's eyes: "If you can't endure hardship, you won't go far on the path of martial arts."

Wen Yan was indeed a bit disappointed in her heart.

She had originally thought highly of Su Yingxue, feeling that this girl had a solid foundation, a resilient character, and was someone with potential.

She had even planned that once Su Yingxue grew up and could stand on her own, she would leave the Lin family to search for an Opportunity to make a Breakthrough.

But now, Su Yingxue actually complained that this amount of training was too much?

Could it be that after becoming a Martial Artist, her heart for the Dao of Martial Arts had actually declined?

Su Yingxue was anxious and hurriedly waved her hands:

"It's not that, Sister Wen Yan, I'm not afraid of hardship! I'm not afraid of this amount of training, it's just..."

She bit her lip, a blush appearing on her face, and after fidgeting a bit, she whispered:

"It's just that I have a baby... with such a high training intensity, I'm afraid it will affect the baby..."

The training room was quiet for three seconds.

Wen Yan's expression went from serious to confused, then to shock, and finally turned into a face full of question marks.

"Huh?"

She let out a short, questioning sound, and then asked a series of questions like a machine gun.

"You have a baby?"

"Didn't you just become a Martial Artist yesterday?"

"How could you conceive so quickly?"

"The conception rate for Martial Artists is extremely low; this doesn't make sense!"

"Did you make a mistake?"

"Could it be that you conceived a few days ago?"

Su Yingxue was a bit flustered by the questions, but she still answered honestly:

"It, it was last night..."

"Last night?!"

Wen Yan's voice suddenly rose.

"You only became a Martial Artist yesterday! You conceived in one night? That's impossible!"

"Did you get it wrong? How could a Martial Artist conceive so quickly?"

The chaos in her heart was beyond measure.

On one hand, as a Tier 2 Perfection Martial Artist, she knew very well the difficulty of a Martial Artist conceiving.

The stronger the Qi and blood, the higher the degree of physical energy-based transformation, and the more obvious the reproductive isolation from ordinary living beings becomes.

While a Tier 1 Martial Artist is not yet completely unable to reproduce, the conception rate is already very low, requiring long-term effort and Opportunity.

On the other hand, for some reason, upon hearing the news of Su Yingxue's pregnancy, a surge of indescribable sourness and panic welled up in her heart.

"Sister Wen Yan, there's no mistake." Su Yingxue whispered, "My husband has already confirmed it..."

Wen Yan turned her head abruptly to look at Lin Yun, her eyes full of suspicion:

"You confirmed it? How did you confirm it? This kind of thing requires professional testing to be certain!"

Lin Yun was extremely proud at this moment, puffing out his chest:

"Of course I confirmed it! You don't even look at who planted the seed."

"Never mind Yingxue, even if it were you, I could still make you..."