Extra: Senior Sister Rongrong Becomes My Wife

"Lingling, what are you looking at?"

"I'm in good health lately and haven't been sick."

Peach Blossom Paradise.

Amidst patches of crimson peach blossoms.

Inside the peach blossom house, which features glazed pagoda carvings and a pointed roof.

After Ning Rongrong returned from the Nine-Colored Glazed Pagoda in the Divine Realm, her expression improved considerably, as if she were slowly returning to her cheerful and lively self, although she now exuded the air of a young married woman.

Meanwhile, in the Peach Blossom Forest, the woman with the best medical skills, who is also Ning Rongrong's junior sister, Ye Lingling, happened to see her senior sister Ning Rongrong brewing peach blossom wine while strolling through the peach blossom forest.

Ye Lingling sensed that Senior Sister Rongrong possessed something extraordinary in every gesture she made.

So he entered the Liuli Residence and began to perform the "observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation" for his senior sister Ning Rongrong.

Ye Lingling first focused her attention and observed carefully.

Although her face was slightly pale, her cheeks had a faint pinkish hue like peach blossoms; her eyelids were slightly droopy, but there was no sickly darkness in her eyes; her lips were pale, but there was no dryness or cracking around them. Most remarkably, although the flow of her soul power was slow, there was no sense of stagnation; instead, it exuded a gentle vitality.

She leaned slightly forward, her nose twitching. Besides the fragrance of glass flowers, her senior sister also had a very faint, almost imperceptible sweet and fishy smell—this was not a sign of illness, but rather like… the unique aura of the initial gathering of qi and blood, the union of yin and yang, and a… faint milky fragrance.

This changed Ye Lingling's expression.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet warm to the touch. A wisp of gentle soul power emanated from her fingertips, slowly seeping into Ning Rongrong's meridians like a spring stream.

Then, three fingers were firmly pressed on Ning Rongrong's cun, guan, and chi positions. At first, the pulse was calm and slightly slow; but with a little more pressure, it felt like pearls were rolling on a plate, exceptionally smooth—especially the chi pulse, which felt continuous, long, and powerful when pressed deeply.

"This pulse..." Ye Lingling murmured, her fingertips moving gently as she carefully examined it.

The pulse is smooth and flowing, like a pearl.

But... how come my senior sister has a slippery pulse?

She suddenly remembered something, and with a slight pressure of her fingertips, she carefully examined the "ruler" area.

Seeing Ye Lingling's unusual expression, Ning Rongrong, although confident in her own body (after all, she possessed the Vajra Divine Body, was incredibly resilient, and wouldn't get sick), realized that her junior sister was not only a top-tier healing deity but also a medical goddess.

So she started to feel uneasy, wondering if there was really something wrong with her body.

It should be noted that although gods are powerful, they almost never get sick.

But it's only almost, not definitely. And if health problems arise, then things could get very complicated.

However, in theory, living in Peach Blossom Spring is almost a given, because Peach Blossom Spring is planted with too many spiritual treasures that can cure diseases and maintain health. If one must get sick, it can only be a "disease of affluence".

"What's the pulse like?" Ning Rongrong asked.

"Slippery pulse," Ye Lingling murmured in reply.

"What is a slippery pulse? I've never heard of it before. Is it good or bad?" Ning Rongrong asked.

Ye Lingling gave Ning Rongrong a strange and deep look, feeling that something was off about her senior sister.

You may not have heard of the slippery pulse; it has a more common name: the pregnancy pulse.

"A pregnancy test?!"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong's face showed a mixture of surprise and delight, and she immediately sat up straight:

"Really? Lingling, you didn't get the wrong number, did you? You've never misdiagnosed patients since you became a god. Am I really pregnant?"

"Isn't it said that pregnant women crave sour foods and experience nausea and vomiting? I don't have any of those symptoms."

Upon hearing this, Ye Lingling also became somewhat uncertain:

"This pulse is very weak, and I'm not entirely sure. Logically speaking, teacher... uh, it's been a month or two since my husband and I had our wedding night. If she were pregnant, I should have been able to see it very clearly during this time."

"Unless... after your wedding day, you secretly went to see your husband again... so your pregnancy is still in its early stages, which is why your pulse is so faint. Or perhaps I'm mistaken."

"As for craving sour foods and feeling nauseous, those are symptoms that only mortal women experience. We are now gods, and our physical strength is far superior to that of mortals. Childbirth is extremely risky for mortal women, but for us gods, although it is not pleasant either, it will not harm our bodies or lives, let alone these symptoms of pregnancy."

"The only characteristic of our deities' pregnancy is that the divine essence begins to circulate throughout the body's acupoints, nourishing the blood and veins, and begins to inward, creating a vortex in the lower abdomen. This is the beginning of nurturing for the birth and growth of the baby. After the baby is born, it receives the nourishment of the divine essence, and its physique and talents will be much stronger than those of mortal babies."

"However, there are always trade-offs. Because the gods are too physically powerful, they are not very easy to conceive. This has resulted in the fact that although there are thousands of gods in the divine realm over the past hundreds of thousands of years, the number of gods has been growing slowly."

Logically speaking, a divine child, inheriting divine blood, should be even more powerful, and the deity should be inclined to pass on the divine position to their child.

Raising a child, even by the standards of the divine realm, takes at least twenty or thirty years, and at most fifty or sixty years, to see results. If placed in the mortal realm, it would be even faster. A few dozen days in the divine realm would be equivalent to a child being several decades old in the mortal realm. Therefore, the gods in the divine realm must be growing rapidly.

But that's not the case. It's because it's too difficult for gods to have their own children. It could be due to conflicts in their divine sources, the long path of the gods making it too difficult for the tadpoles to swim, or the powerful tadpoles crashing and destroying everything... In short, it's very difficult for gods to reproduce.

Ning Rongrong, however, was unwilling to give up this possibility, and quickly extended her wrist, saying to Ye Lingling:

"Lingling, check it again, be more accurate, look at it for a little longer, we have plenty of time!"

Ye Lingling's heart suddenly raced.

Seeing Ning Rongrong's expression, she was about 70-80% sure that Senior Sister Rongrong... was probably eating alone again.

I don't know where she got this opportunity from, sigh~

However, Ye Lingling was not a jealous person, so she seriously began to take Ning Rongrong's pulse.

She took a deep breath, and her soul power at her fingertips transformed again, turning into extremely fine threads that gently touched Ning Rongrong's Chong and Ren meridians—the places where a woman's uterus and blood flow. Where her soul power passed, she felt the uterus area filled with a misty aura of blood and qi, with a faint, warm energy swirling around it. It was slightly different from the flow of blood and qi throughout her body, yet they were harmoniously integrated.

This really does seem to be... a sign of the initial formation of the embryonic essence!

"Senior sister," Ye Lingling withdrew her hand, her voice slightly strained, "you...this...this really does seem to be..."

"What is it?" Ning Rongrong asked, noticing the strange look on her face.

Ye Lingling bit her lip and took out an ancient book carefully wrapped in brocade from her bosom. The brocade was unfurled, revealing yellowed pages with four ancient seal characters written on them: "Huangdi Neijing" (The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic).

She quickly flipped to "Suwen: Treatise on the Phenomena of Normal People" and pointed to a line of text: "Senior sister, look here—'When the pulse of the Hand Shaoyin Meridian is strong, Qi and blood gather in the uterus, indicating pregnancy.'" She then flipped to "Treatise on the Differentiation of Yin and Yang": "'When Yin beats against Yang, it is called having a child.'"

Ning Rongrong followed her fingertips and looked at the ancient characters. Although she could not understand all of them, the words "pregnant" and "having a child" struck her heart like a thunderbolt.

"And here," Ye Lingling's voice trembled slightly as she turned to a page with annotations by later physicians: "A slippery pulse is like a pearl, flowing smoothly back and forth; a slippery and continuous pulse at the cun position, accompanied by fatigue and a desire to lie down, but with no signs of illness in the pulse... one should consider pregnancy."

"Senior sister, it seems... you are pregnant. In less than half a month, we should be able to find out for sure."

A gentle breeze blew, the sunlight still flowed quietly, and a few birds chirped outside the window. Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the scroll of ancient books, then looked down at her lower abdomen, her fingertips unconsciously stroking it.

"I...I'm pregnant?" she asked softly, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Before she could finish speaking, Ning Rongrong suddenly grabbed her hand.

"Lingling," Ning Rongrong's eyes were already glistening with tears, but the corners of her mouth were turned up high, "when you were probing my Chong and Ren meridians just now, did you feel... a warm energy swirling around in my womb?"

Ye Lingling was taken aback, then nodded.

"That's it," Ning Rongrong said, tears welling up in her eyes, but she was smiling. "These past few days, while I was cultivating, I always felt that the divine power in my dantian felt particularly warm and smooth when it circulated to my lower abdomen. I thought it was because my cultivation technique was progressing... So that's what it was..."

She couldn't continue, she just held Ye Lingling's hand tightly, crying and laughing at the same time.

Ye Lingling grasped her hand in return, her fingertips gently resting on her wrist once more. This time, she wasn't just checking the pulse; she was carefully feeling the vitality contained within that smooth pulse—like the first sprouts of grass in spring, weak yet resilient; like the first stars appearing in the dark night, distant yet bright.

"When heaven and earth are in harmony, all things are transformed and perfected; when male and female essences combine, all things are born."

"Senior sister," Ye Lingling finally smiled, tears glistening in her eyes, "this smooth pulse flows like a pearl, the pulse at the cun position is continuous, and the Chong and Ren meridians are warm... it's a pregnancy pulse, it really is a pregnancy pulse."

She stood up and solemnly bowed to Ning Rongrong: "Congratulations, Senior Sister."

Ning Rongrong quickly helped her up, and the two looked at each other, their eyes filled with uncontainable joy.

"That's wonderful, that's absolutely wonderful."

"It is extremely difficult for a deity to have a child."

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, it's a joyous occasion!"

"Hmph, I have a baby too! Let's see if that woman Bibi Dong can still act all high and mighty, like she's the boss of this paradise, the master's wife!" (End of Chapter)