After successfully snuggling back into Willow God’s warm embrace, Shi Hao refused to leave.
Faced with Shi Hao’s childish behavior, Willow God didn’t know how to handle him and ultimately let him stay.
After this, Shi Hao resumed his daily routine of sleeping in Willow God’s embrace.
During the day, he went out to cultivate his own strength; at night, he returned to the warmth of Willow God’s embrace.
At the same time, Shi Hao prayed for time to pass quickly, so he could marry Willow God and let her conceive his children.
Because he was too young, he could only stare at Willow God, this great beauty, in frustration.
Shi Hao never expected to leave Stone Village to venture elsewhere.
What joke was more powerful than the guidance of an Immortal King giant?
As for the original female leads?
Once he grew up, he would simply capture them and bring them back.
Fall in love?
What the hell is that?
When he saw someone he liked, he would capture them and make them his wife.
With Willow God as his backer, he would simply refuse to eat beef.
Capturing them and having them conceive his children was the true way.
With this mindset, Shi Hao spent every day in Stone Village snuggling in Willow God’s embrace.
As time flowed, he gradually grew up.
Time passed.
Eight years flew by in the blink of an eye.
Shi Hao had grown up, now standing as tall as the Willow God.
His looks had become even more handsome and striking.
His Innate Dao Fetus and Saint Body made his physique utterly perfect, attracting countless girls in Stone Village.
Unfortunately, Shi Hao’s heart belonged only to the Willow God.
On this day, Shi Hao turned twenty.
His strength had long since reached the peak of the Venerable Realm.
If he weren’t in the Lower Realm, he would have already broken through to a higher realm.
Now, he possessed the power to sweep across the Lower Realm.
Of course, his most important goal at the moment was to marry the Willow God as his primary wife and have her conceive his child.
He had waited a full twenty years.
For the Willow God, he had even delayed his breakthrough in the Upper Realm.
This day had finally arrived.
As night fell, a bright moon hung in the sky, scattering its silver glow across the earth.
The Willow God appeared before Shi Hao, clad in a fiery red wedding dress.
The dress was as dazzling as a blazing flame, making her look like a celestial being descended from the Nine Heavens to the mortal realm.
The wedding dress was crafted from the finest silk, embroidered with intricate golden patterns.
Every stitch and thread seemed to contain the Dao of Heaven and Earth.
The collar was adorned with delicate pearls that shimmered with a soft luster, complementing her radiant skin.
The bridal gown’s wide sleeves fluttered gently in the breeze, occasionally revealing her slender, jade-like wrists.
Adorning them was a pair of crimson-gold bracelets, their surfaces carved with ancient runes that pulsed with a faint, mysterious aura.
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, adorned with exquisite golden ornaments inlaid with crimson gems that flickered like dancing flames amidst the dark tresses.
Her features were as delicately drawn as a painting, her eyes as deep and vast as the starry sky.
Yet now, a hint of tenderness and shyness had softened her gaze, like a melting glacier giving way to the first waters of spring.
A touch of vermilion graced her lips, which curved into a faint smile—a blend of a bride’s demureness and the Willow God’s unparalleled elegance.
Her posture was tall and graceful, the gown’s waist cinched by a golden silk ribbon that accentuated her slender waist and exquisite curves.
The skirt flowed outward like drifting clouds, swaying gently with her every step as if she walked upon the heavens, exuding an ethereal aura untainted by the mortal world.
The Willow God raised her eyes slightly, her gaze as gentle as water yet imbued with an indescribable majesty.
Her beauty had long since transcended worldly standards; it was as if the spiritual essence of heaven and earth converged upon her, leaving one breathless in awe, yet unable to look away.
As Willow God, dressed in her red wedding gown, walked toward him, Shi Hao, clad in a matching crimson robe, extended his hand.
Seeing this, Willow God reached out and placed her fair, jade-like hand in his.
“I’ve waited so long for this day, Willow God,” Shi Hao said, his heart brimming with indescribable emotion as he held her hand.
“Procreating has never held any meaning for me,” she replied, a soft smile gracing her lips as she looked at him.
“But if it can help you, and help all the living beings in this world, I am willing to bear your children. Your constitution is truly powerful, and it must be passed down.”
“Just as you said, perhaps this is the only way to prevent the future tragedy. So, Shi Hao, I am willing to bear your children.”
“We will win,” Shi Hao declared.
“Once our children spread across all the heavens, they will grow strong and stand against the Army of the Strange. Of course, conceiving only with you won’t be enough, but let’s start with you. Once you are with child, I will seek others.”
With his hand still clasped in hers, Shi Hao led Willow God into their wedding chamber.
The moment they entered the room, Shi Hao pulled the Willow God into his arms.
Gazing at her soft, crimson lips, he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her.
Today, the Willow God had finally become his wife.
She did not resist his kiss.
Over the years, she had studied much of human knowledge and customs.
Shi Hao continued to kiss her as he carried her to the edge of the wedding bed, where they finally collapsed onto the sheets.
That night, Shi Hao finally made the Willow God his wife in every sense, and they began the journey of conceiving their child.
The next morning.
The Willow God lay quietly in Shi Hao’s embrace.
Her wedding gown was gone, replaced by a gossamer-thin nightgown that flowed like smoke.
The fabric was soft as morning dew, clinging to her exquisite curves and hinting at the pearlescent glow of her skin beneath.
Her long, ink-black hair spilled across the pillow, still fragrant with the scent of last night’s blossoms.
The usual cool detachment in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a languid, soft glow, and a faint blush graced her cheeks.
Shi Hao looked down at her, his eyes filled with tenderness.
He gently stroked her long hair, his fingers entwined in the silken strands, savoring its softness and warmth.
The events of last night seemed to unfold before his eyes once more—her shyness, her tenderness, her passion—all etched deeply into his heart.
He knew that from this moment on, she was no longer the aloof and exalted Willow God, but his wife, his woman.
“Can we conceive a child like this?” Willow God asked Shi Hao in a soft whisper.
“Hmm… I suppose so. I’m not sure if it will work, but it doesn’t matter. We have plenty of time. If not today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the day after. One day, I will make you pregnant,” Shi Hao said, gently caressing Willow God’s face as she lay in his arms.
“Perhaps you should travel to the Upper Realm,” Willow God suggested.
“Ignite your Divine Fire there and break through to a higher level of power. That would make it easier for me to conceive. Besides, the stronger you are, the greater the potential our child will possess when born.” She knew that for her sake, Shi Hao had suppressed his power in the Lower Realm for five whole years.
Hearing Willow God’s words, Shi Hao thought for a moment and said, “You’re right. I need to break through in the Upper Realm.” Shi Hao felt that Willow God’s words were absolutely correct.
The stronger he became, the more powerful their future offspring would be.
“I’ll send you up. There’s a passage in the Void God Realm; I can send you up from there.” Just as Willow God was about to get up to send Shi Hao off, a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
“There’s no rush. We only just became husband and wife today. I’ll stay with you for a few more days—there’s no hurry.”
Hearing Shi Hao’s answer, how could Willow God not understand his thoughts?
Before she could even reply, Shi Hao pulled the quilt over them both.
Shi Hao, newly married, didn’t want to leave Willow God so soon.
If he tried a little harder for a few more days, maybe she would conceive?
He had waited twenty whole years for today; how could he leave Willow God so easily?
(End of Chapter)