Pregnant with the Immortal Venerable's Child After Divorce - Chapter 26

Chapter 26: The Most Outrageous Time!

Wen Suchen was stunned, not having expected Yan Zhuo to bring up this matter first.

After a good while, he reached out and grasped Yan Zhuo’s hand holding the medicine bottle. He held it tightly, as if afraid Yan Zhuo would suddenly regret it and swallow the pill.

“Are you serious?” Wen Suchen asked. “You’re willing to keep it?”

Yan Zhuo didn’t answer. Instead, he asked: “Do you want to?”

Wen Suchen immediately nodded.

He wanted to. Of course he wanted to. He wanted it so badly he was nearly crazy.

When he first learned that Yan Zhuo was pregnant, he was incredibly happy, even though Yan Zhuo hadn’t intended to keep the child at all.

He had even fantasized about what his and Yan Zhuo’s child would look like, whether they would resemble him or Yan Zhuo.

What about their personality? They say a child’s personality is influenced by their parents. What kind of personality would his and Yan Zhuo’s child have? Outgoing? Calm? Would they be smart? Or a little simpleton?

This unknown brought him boundless anticipation and joy, yet at the same time, it plunged him into an inescapable abyss of pain.

Because Yan Zhuo was unwilling to keep it.

He wanted to persuade him, but he didn’t know how to start.

He wanted to share this anticipation with Yan Zhuo, but he was afraid of Yan Zhuo’s repulsion.

He actually didn’t like children, because children are hard to communicate with, lack logic, and are incomprehensible.

But if it were his and Yan Zhuo’s, he thought they would surely be very cute.

He could still clearly remember the first time he met Yan Zhuo. Yan Zhuo was only four years old then, short, with tiny hands and tiny feet, only his eyes were large. When he looked at people, he would widen them into perfect circles. He looked like an immortal doll sculpted out of pink jade.

If the child resembled Yan Zhuo, they would definitely be adorable.

He would find all the treasures in the world and give them to both of them.

But it was impossible.

The more he indulged in this fantasy, the more pain he felt.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered other methods.

Like making a deal with Yan Zhuo, or simply forcing him.

But even the mere thought of it made him feel utterly wicked.

How could he do something Yan Zhuo hated? How could he harm Yan Zhuo? If he did that… what difference would there be between him and his Master?

He could only suppress that intense craving, and then, in the guise of A’Fu, beat around the bush near Yan Zhuo, even though the effect was negligible.

But now Yan Zhuo was asking him if he wanted to keep the child.

“I want to.” Wen Suchen pressed his forehead against their clasped hands, his voice sounding more sincere than ever: “Little Zhuo, let’s keep him.”

Yan Zhuo still didn’t answer. Instead, he asked: “Then why did you give me the divorce paper?”

Wen Suchen froze.

Yan Zhuo immediately said: “Don’t lie to me.”

“A forced twist of the melon won’t be sweet,” Wen Suchen said softly. “But I didn’t know what to do. I was unwilling to give up.”

He didn’t know how to gently persuade Yan Zhuo, how to coax Yan Zhuo. The only methods he could offer were those he used against his enemies.

Or… those he learned from his Master.

He knew his actions would cause Yan Zhuo pain, make Yan Zhuo think of his Martial Mother, and think of his Master.

But he was also unwilling to give up.

So, he simultaneously did things that hurt Yan Zhuo while praying that Yan Zhuo wouldn’t be angry with him.

But how could Yan Zhuo not be angry? So he chose to run away.

But after that night, he suddenly realized that it wasn’t the child he wanted.

He wanted Yan Zhuo.

It had always been Yan Zhuo.

Yet his actions were pushing Yan Zhuo farther and farther away.

He didn’t dare to face Yan Zhuo anymore, so he left the divorce paper, hoping Yan Zhuo would understand his feelings, hoping Yan Zhuo could go and do things he liked and was happy about.

But some things couldn’t be conveyed through a divorce paper alone.

“Little Zhuo, I’m sorry,” Wen Suchen said.

Yan Zhuo’s expression softened upon hearing this.

He lowered his head and whispered: “If… I mean, if he finds out that I once thought about not keeping him, will he hate me?”

Wen Suchen immediately shook his head. He looked up at Yan Zhuo and said, “You were being responsible for him.”

Yan Zhuo’s eyes welled up. He quickly blinked several times.

He didn’t want to defend his choice, but hearing Wen Suchen say that, he felt a sense of relief.

“I haven’t taken care of a child before,” Yan Zhuo said again. “Children are not like spiritual plants, which will grow strong just by being watered and having the soil loosened.”

“I will learn,” Wen Suchen said. “You can leave everything to me.”

Yan Zhuo then fell silent.

He was still hesitating.

His biggest reason for being unwilling was because of his parents.

He was afraid that Wen Suchen would turn into his Father, and he would turn into his Mother.

If he removed that reason, would he still want this child?

Yan Zhuo didn’t know.

Although he had helped Ying Yunxian grow a fertility fruit, he had never thought about having a child with Wen Suchen, so he didn’t know where to start thinking now.

This made him anxious.

But Wen Suchen said, leave everything to him.

Yan Zhuo pressed his lips together and muttered softly: “You forced me.”

Wen Suchen was about to shake his head when he saw Yan Zhuo frowning, his lips tightly pressed, looking as if he was enduring something, but the blush on his cheeks extended all the way to his ears, so he didn’t look angry.

He hesitated, then tentatively murmured, “Mhm.”

Lacking confidence, the acknowledgment was extremely soft, so soft that Yan Zhuo wouldn’t have heard it if he hadn’t listened carefully.

But he still followed with an “Mhm.”

Wen Suchen was taken aback: “You agreed?”

Yan Zhuo glanced at him, not answering.

Wen Suchen’s eyes lit up. He immediately gripped the bottle in Yan Zhuo’s hand and pulled it back.

Initially, afraid that Yan Zhuo would change his mind, he used very little force. But after realizing Yan Zhuo wasn’t holding on tightly, he increased his strength, grasping the bottle of medicine firmly in his hand, terrified it would fall back into Yan Zhuo’s possession.

Yan Zhuo naturally didn’t try to snatch it back, but he remained stiff and turned his head away, refusing to look at Wen Suchen’s face, genuinely looking somewhat forced.

But the corners of Wen Suchen’s mouth couldn’t help but curve upwards.

He didn’t dare to hug Yan Zhuo, so he buried his face in Yan Zhuo’s lap and whispered: “Thank you.”

Yan Zhuo turned his head upon hearing this and said, “If you do anything wrong in the future, I will go back on my word at any time.”

Wen Suchen shook his head.

Yan Zhuo reached out and stroked his hair.

Only then did Wen Suchen look up, his lips curled into a rare arc. Although he still looked a little cold, Yan Zhuo could clearly see the joy in his eyes.

Yan Zhuo felt a little tender-hearted, and his voice softened: “That happy?”

Wen Suchen nodded.

Yan Zhuo then asked: “Is this the happiest thing that has ever happened to you?”

Wen Suchen shook his head: “It’s my happiest moment.”

Yan Zhuo raised an eyebrow: “Then what’s the happiest thing for you?”

Wen Suchen answered without hesitation: “You.”

Yan Zhuo thought for a moment: “So, you weren’t happy when we got married?”

Wen Suchen didn’t refute, nor did he dare to look at Yan Zhuo.

Back then, he merely agreed to the marriage following his Martial Mother’s last wish. The Youngest Martial Brother was indeed adorable, but for him at the time, getting married wasn’t a very important matter. Marrying Yan Zhuo was more like a task.

It would mean an added responsibility, but nothing else besides that.

So, he couldn’t say he was happy, but he also couldn’t say he was unhappy.

But no matter how unskilled he was at coaxing people, he knew he certainly shouldn’t say such a thing in front of the person concerned.

However, Yan Zhuo wasn’t unhappy about this. He had already known about these things for a long time. His state of mind was similar when he married Wen Suchen, so he naturally understood him.

But he was a bit curious about when Wen Suchen had developed feelings for him.

So, he asked him that.

Wen Suchen thought for a moment and only said: “Very early.”

But exactly how early, or when, he couldn’t say himself.

The two weren’t very familiar right after they got married. Worried that the Youngest Martial Brother would misunderstand that he had inappropriate desires, he deliberately went out for a long period of training. When he returned, he didn’t dare to see him immediately, but stayed in the Mingxin Hall to deal with matters.

But after only a few days, the Youngest Martial Brother came looking for him.

At that time, Yan Zhuo had been living with his Martial Mother on Lush Bloom Peak, rarely seeing people. So, he was shy and timid, and since he wasn’t familiar with anyone in the sect, he just stood far away in the Mingxin Hall, secretly watching and waiting.

Wen Suchen’s cultivation wasn’t very high then either. Although he could release his spiritual sense, the Mingxin Sect was crowded and complex, and he couldn’t distinguish everyone. It was Zui Xiu that materialized, quietly tugging at his clothes from under the table, its voice softly calling out “Little Zhuo” that made him realize.

He looked in the direction Zui Xiu pointed and found Yan Zhuo.

He asked Yan Zhuo to come closer, but Yan Zhuo refused. So, he went over himself and then heard Yan Zhuo quietly ask him: “Youngest Senior Brother, do you not want to get married?”

Wen Suchen shook his head.

Yan Zhuo then asked in an even softer voice: “Then why don’t you come back?”

He looked so wronged, so incredibly wronged, that Wen Suchen felt for a moment like a scumbag who neglected his partner after marrying them. So, he promised Yan Zhuo that he would return once he finished handling the matters here.

But the Mingxin Sect had a lot going on. He was busy until midnight that day before returning. Afraid of waking Yan Zhuo, he practically sneaked in, only to find Yan Zhuo holding a book, reading. Next to his hand was a small figure similar to Zui Xiu, holding a brush and painting on a piece of paper.

He hesitated, but still went over to greet him.

Then Yan Zhuo went to sleep.

After that, it happened often. At the time, Wen Suchen thought Yan Zhuo was waiting for him, and he even specifically told him not to, but Yan Zhuo was very insistent, which puzzled him greatly.

It wasn’t until one time when he went out to handle business with his Senior Sister. On the way back, he mentioned it, and his Senior Sister told him: “Maybe he is afraid.”

Wen Suchen rarely experienced this emotion; he couldn’t fully empathize, but he could generally understand what his Senior Sister meant.

Yan Zhuo and his Martial Mother had lived on Lush Bloom Peak for a hundred years. It was practically his whole world. After his Martial Mother left, he lived there alone. He would miss her, and he would also be afraid of being alone, which was why he waited for Wen Suchen to return.

Wen Suchen didn’t know how to solve this problem. He could only ask his Senior Sister for advice, and his Senior Sister suggested that perhaps they could change their place of residence.

After returning, Wen Suchen asked Yan Zhuo if he wanted to move.

Yan Zhuo agreed.

Wen Suchen then demolished his former small house on Fen Xue Peak and built a new palace.

He had originally intended to leave the one on Lush Bloom Peak, setting up a few Spirit Puppets to watch over it, so Yan Zhuo could go back to live there anytime. After all, it was Yan Zhuo’s memories with his Martial Mother, and should be very important to him, but Yan Zhuo didn’t want to leave it.

After moving everything that needed to be moved, Yan Zhuo burned the residence down with a single flame.

He didn’t even watch. It was as if what he set alight wasn’t the home he had lived in for a hundred years, but merely a bad piece of calligraphy paper.

It was then that Wen Suchen realized the Youngest Martial Brother was perhaps not what he thought he was.

The first time he stepped into the palace on Fen Xue Peak, Yan Zhuo was still very restrained. Wen Suchen asked him if there was anything he wanted to change, but Yan Zhuo just shook his head and said no.

But Wen Suchen could tell that Yan Zhuo didn’t quite like the place. He didn’t ask further, thinking that perhaps it would get better over time.

And that was indeed the case.

After living there for a while, Yan Zhuo did start to become more lively. He would begin to change the interior décor and would try to speak a few words to Wen Suchen.

Most importantly, he no longer stayed up late waiting for Wen Suchen to return before sleeping. Only very occasionally, when Wen Suchen returned, he would coincidentally find someone who had fallen asleep reading, directly slumped over the table.

After finding him twice, Wen Suchen also developed the habit of trying to return as much as possible when he was at the sect. The work could be brought back to handle, but Yan Zhuo sleeping like that might make him sick.

Later on, perhaps because they spent more time together, Yan Zhuo became more familiar with him and started asking him for things.

But not for any heavenly treasures, but for various types of soil and water.

Knowing that Wen Suchen traveled a lot, Yan Zhuo asked him to help collect local soil and water. In the early days, he even needed Wen Suchen to take Pear Blossom with him. Later, as Yan Zhuo’s cultivation advanced, Zui Xiu could replace Pear Blossom, using its sword body as a medium to deliver the collected soil and water to Pear Blossom.

Every time Yan Zhuo received new soil and water, he would be very happy, and he would happily share the rare spiritual fruits he grew with Wen Suchen.

Yan Zhuo was very adorable at that time.

But when exactly he developed feelings, Wen Suchen wasn’t sure.

By the time he realized it, desire had already surfaced.

“Was that before that incident, or after?” Yan Zhuo asked him.

Wen Suchen said: “Before.”

Yan Zhuo murmured “Oh,” and then started to feel uncomfortable again.

When Wen Suchen was acting like an ass before, he could argue with him forcefully, but now that they had made up, he didn’t know what to do.

After thinking for a while, he took out the divorce paper he had signed for Wen Suchen from his Cosmic Ring and said, “If we are going to raise a child, does that mean we can’t get a divorce anymore?”

Wen Suchen saw him reach to tear the letter and quickly reached out to hold his hand down, explaining: “You can think whatever you want.”

Yan Zhuo was startled, a little confused by Wen Suchen’s meaning.

Wen Suchen said: “Keep it.”

Yan Zhuo thought about it again and understood.

If Wen Suchen genuinely did something wrong in the future, he could use the divorce paper to leave, just like this time. This was Wen Suchen’s guarantee to him.

Thinking this, Yan Zhuo’s heart softened even more, and his voice carried a hint of sweetness: “Then I’ll keep it.” He put the divorce paper back into his Cosmic Ring and couldn’t help but ask Wen Suchen, “With you doing this, aren’t you afraid of regretting it later?”

After all, people change.

Wen Suchen shook his head. After thinking for a moment, he said: “I am a stone.”

Although Yan Zhuo had called him a wooden log, he was actually dumber than wood, a difficult-to-change stone. Over all these years, only Yan Zhuo had managed to polish him into a slight shape.

If he were to change further in the future, it would definitely be because he wanted to become the person Yan Zhuo liked.

Hearing him say this, Yan Zhuo’s eyes couldn’t help but curve into crescent shapes.

He wanted to say that Wen Suchen was truly good to him, but seeing Wen Suchen with his head bowed, in a posture that allowed him to be bossed around, Yan Zhuo felt that such praise was too cheap for him. He even felt like saying something outrageous.

When did he develop such a strange hobby?

Yan Zhuo was puzzled.

Yan Zhuo was confused.

Yan Zhuo glanced at Wen Suchen’s eyes, which were looking at him with undisguised joy, and began to understand himself again.

Seeing a dog wag its tail, who wouldn’t want to throw a ball for it to chase?

He hadn’t wanted to before, only because Wen Suchen was always pretending.

Who wants to play with a stone?

Yan Zhuo suddenly felt completely justified.

He looked at Wen Suchen and asked: “Have you ever done anything to wrong me before?”

Wen Suchen was startled. He frowned, pondered for a few breaths, and then seemed to understand something, quickly shaking his head: “I never go to those places.”

This time, it was Yan Zhuo’s turn to be stunned.

He had never trained outside with others before, and for a moment, he didn’t understand what Wen Suchen was referring to. But he had read many books and quickly figured it out. He raised an eyebrow: “You mean other people go?”

Wen Suchen hesitated: “A portion of them.”

Cultivating the Dao doesn’t mean eliminating all desires, so there are still places of indulgence.

Those who frequent such places are mostly people with Cauldron Constitutions, who find it difficult to make progress in cultivation on their own and don’t have Dao Companions. They simply go to pleasure houses, where they can earn money and increase their cultivation.

Another portion simply practices such cultivation methods, like disciples of the Joyous Union Sect, who rely on intercourse to cultivate. Instead of laboriously finding people outside, they might as well let people come to them.

Wen Suchen naturally knew all this. In the past, when he trained with his Senior and Junior Brothers, they would try to drag him along, but he never set foot in those places. Later, when he started his solo cultivation, it became even more unlikely.

Yan Zhuo was marginally satisfied with his explanation.

He thought for a moment, then asked: “Have you ever lied to me before?”

This time, Wen Suchen didn’t answer. He didn’t even dare to look at him.

Yan Zhuo immediately narrowed his eyes.

Looks like he has.

He immediately sat up straight, adopting the posture of an interrogator: “Confess honestly.”

Wen Suchen pressed his lips together, not answering immediately, seemingly contemplating something.

Yan Zhuo’s eyes instantly widened: “More than one incident?!”

Wen Suchen remained silent, but his eyes darted around, even flickering away.

“I truly underestimated you before,” Yan Zhuo said in disbelief. “I always thought you wouldn’t lie.”

That’s why he believed everything Wen Suchen said. And the result…?

But when Yan Zhuo tried to recall where Wen Suchen might have lied to him, he genuinely couldn’t think of anything.

Because he truly believed every word Wen Suchen said.

Most importantly, Wen Suchen always had that serious, deadpan expression whenever he spoke, which was very convincing. Even if he told Yan Zhuo one day that he was actually a woman, Yan Zhuo would probably believe him.

And yet, this person actually betrayed his trust!!

Wen Suchen immediately apologized: “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what? You haven’t confessed what you did wrong,” Yan Zhuo snapped. “How many times have you lied to me in total?”

Wen Suchen remained silent again.

Yan Zhuo didn’t know if he was afraid to say it, or if there were simply too many incidents to count. He frowned and said: “Then just tell me the most outrageous time!”

Wen Suchen pressed his lips together, still frowning and remaining silent, unsure if he was thinking or struggling.

Yan Zhuo threatened: “Think carefully. This is only Day One.”

“You… please don’t be angry,” Wen Suchen said.

Yan Zhuo’s furrowed brows eased slightly: “That depends on what you lied about.”

Wen Suchen hesitated, then said: “That pot of flowers back then, I knew what it was.”

Yan Zhuo frowned as he thought for a moment before realizing what he was referring to. His expression slowly froze.

His first time with Wen Suchen wasn’t a natural progression, but due to an accident.

And the originator of the accident was Qi Ranyin.

One time, Qi Ranyin suddenly came to him and gave him a handful of seeds, asking him to help plant them.

According to him, he had spent a great deal of effort to buy the seeds from the Charm Clan. The fragrance was calming and would ensure a good night’s sleep if placed in a bedroom. Even if one dreamed, they wouldn’t have nightmares. He even told Yan Zhuo to keep one pot in his own room.

He had known Qi Ranyin for many years and knew he wouldn’t trick him, so he agreed.

The Charm Clan was a part of the Demon Race.

Charm, meaning bewitchment.

This clan was skilled at mesmerizing people. High-level members could even enter dreams. It was a race with powerful innate talent but relatively low combat strength, hence their low profile.

Yan Zhuo was very interested in them at the time, so he cultivated the seeds very carefully, even asking Wen Suchen to make a trip to the Demon Realm to collect suitable soil and water for him.

Later, when the flower budded, it emitted a very faint, soothing fragrance. It was indeed a good thing for calming the spirit. He even offered to give Wen Suchen a pot to put in the Mingxin Hall, but he was refused.

But he forgot that the Charm Clan had another branch—the Succubus Demons.

And Qi Ranyin hadn’t told him that the person who sold him the seeds was a Succubus Demon, nor had he mentioned that this flower only bloomed during the Qixi Festival each year, and the pollen it released when blooming would turn into an aphrodisiac.

And he and Wen Suchen were both caught by it.

Yan Zhuo still felt a little embarrassed recalling that time.

That day, Wen Suchen had uncharacteristically returned early, saying that the disciples had all gone to celebrate the festival, and the sect was quiet. He even accompanied Yan Zhuo in drinking two cups of wine.

Yan Zhuo felt hotter and hotter with each sip. Eventually, he became drowsy and started rubbing himself against Wen Suchen’s chest, only to find himself clinging to a similarly scorching hot furnace.

Everything that followed was natural.

Both of them were scorching hot and inexperienced. Wen Suchen didn’t know much and relied entirely on instinct. The first time was hasty and rough. Yan Zhuo was simultaneously in pain and ecstatic. He thought it was a good experience while worrying that he might die in bed.

That was the first and only time Wen Suchen was not so disciplined in bed.

Starting from the second time, he was more restrained, and Yan Zhuo’s experience was much better than the first.

Then came the second time, the third time.

They stayed in bed for as long as the flower bloomed. After numerous times, Wen Suchen had even figured things out and tormented Yan Zhuo until he couldn’t take it anymore and begged for mercy repeatedly.

After begging for mercy and resting, the flower’s fragrance would reignite his recently quelled desire, and Yan Zhuo would cling back to Wen Suchen like a spoiled little snake.

The two of them must have done it countless times during those few days. Eventually, Yan Zhuo was exhausted in all aspects, and Wen Suchen even fed him elixirs.

By the time the flowering period passed, Yan Zhuo barely had any good skin left. Despite this, he had to wrap himself in clothes and apologize embarrassedly to Wen Suchen, saying he hadn’t realized the flower had such an effect and had implicated him.

Wen Suchen still maintained his deadpan expression at the time, saying it wasn’t Yan Zhuo’s fault, which made Yan Zhuo feel incredibly ashamed.

He had thought Wen Suchen was genuinely good, being considerate and not blaming him.

Turns out this person had known all along what would happen when that flower bloomed!

No wonder he returned early on purpose! No wonder he said it wasn’t his fault!!

Moreover, Wen Suchen’s subsequent behavior in bed was too normal, leading Yan Zhuo to believe that the incident only happened because the pollen was too potent, causing Wen Suchen to completely change his personality.

Thinking about it now, with Wen Suchen’s cultivation, it was impossible for that pollen to make him lose his rationality.

He was that person all along!!

This bastard had kept this matter a complete secret, making him inexplicably take the blame for so many years! He was even feeling guilty before the divorce that he had dragged Wen Suchen into it!!

Turns out the whole thing was planned by this person from beginning to end!

“Wen Suchen!” Yan Zhuo was furious enough to explode. He grabbed his ear and roared at him, “I want a divorce!!”