Master, You’re Carrying My Baby

Ye Linglong transmigrated into a cultivation harem novel. The original owner had been born with an extremely yin constitution and an easy-to-conceive body. After the harem protagonist got his hands on her, she gave birth and died.

Ye Linglong: Damn! People usually die after having their cores cut out, their hearts dug out, or being killed to prove the Dao. This is the first time I've seen someone die from giving birth in the cultivation world.

There's no way I'm giving birth. I'm going to cultivate the Yang Art and make every man who touches me give birth. The more babies, the better! I'll contribute to the cultivation world's birth rate!

The harem protagonist was Ye Linglong's junior brother. They were both disciples of Immortal Venerable Yanyue.

Ye Linglong was ready to make her junior brother have as many babies as possible, so she followed the plot.

The night was dark and chaotic. When she woke the next day, Ye Linglong secretly regretted not circulating the Yang Art more the night before. Otherwise, she would at least have made her junior brother carry octuplets and run off with them.

But what happened next made no sense. Her junior brother's belly stayed flat, while her master's grew rounder and rounder. Judging by the way it looked...

Ye Linglong: "Master, it looks like you've put on some weight lately."

Immortal Venerable Yanyue: "..." Ugh, the morning sickness was starting.

Ye Linglong: "Master, do you have some kind of terminal illness?"

Immortal Venerable Yanyue held back again and again, then his mouth twitched. "You little wretch, don't tell me you don't know!"

A daring guess flashed through Ye Linglong's mind...

Don't even think about it! That was way too daring. Terrified, she hurried back to pack her things and flee.

She hadn't even made it out of the sect before Immortal Venerable Yanyue trapped her in his cave abode.

He looked utterly exasperated. "Don't tell me you're the kind of heartless woman who uses someone and then throws him away?"

Ye Linglong trembled. "Master, the way you put that makes it sound like there's something going on between us."

Immortal Venerable Yanyue held his belly. "Disciple, the child in my belly is yours."

Take the emperor hostage to command the lords; take the baby hostage to command Ye Linglong.

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That night, his disciple had been drugged and seemed to be in unbearable pain. Yanyue had no choice but to block her five senses and do something despicable.

Who could have known that not long afterward, he would feel movement in his belly? He took his own pulse and discovered a pregnancy pulse. It struck him like a bolt from the blue. After investigating every possible lead, he finally learned that the cause lay with his disciple.

Being pregnant with his disciple's child was certainly shameful.

But if he let his disciple run away and leave the baby without a mother, he would be throwing away a watermelon just to pick up a sesame seed.

Never mind. The child was her responsibility, and she had to take responsibility for the child.

She also had to take responsibility for him, now that he was carrying a baby.

Theme: Never give up when faced with hardship.