**Chapter 275: Xiao Wu Is Pregnant?**

**Chapter 275: Xiao Wu Is Pregnant?**

In the courtyard of Zhao Ling's mansion, a spatial fluctuation signaled his arrival. With a playful smile, Zhao Ling summoned his diary panel and began venting his thoughts.

[Finally, the main storyline is about to begin. Damn, I traveled here too early and have been waiting for decades. I've waited so long that even the flowers have withered.]

[Tang San has awakened his martial soul. Soon, he'll head to Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, right?]

[But Xiao Wu won't be there to meet him this time, thanks to my intervention. I bet Tang San will be sorely disappointed.]

[Besides, Xiao Wu has already reached level 99, the pinnacle of Ultimate Douluo. Why would she need to attend Notting Junior Soul Master Academy?]

[If I hadn't delayed finding suitable godhood inheritances, Xiao Wu, Wutong, and the others would have already ascended to godhood.]

[Not that it matters. The eighteen layers of airspace within me have expanded to tens of thousands of kilometers. I feel like I could create my own God Realm—a world more stable and expansive than the Douluo God Realm.]

[Once I do, I'll bring all my wives into this new divine world. As the first generation of gods there, they'll gain unimaginable benefits. But the timing isn't right yet…]

After sharing his thoughts, Zhao Ling uploaded his diary entry.

The system rated it B+, rewarding him with Tianyuan Grass—a crucial herb for refining the Super Huan Dan—and two high-quality spirit stones.

The Super Huan Dan recipe had been in Zhao Ling's possession for over 20 years, and gathering the required materials had been an arduous process. Now, only one ingredient, Mo Ke Grass, remained.

Once completed, the Super Huan Dan would allow him to rescue the Silver Dragon King. Zhao Ling chuckled at the thought of holding the majestic beauty in his arms.

Since the merger of his two martial spirits, Zhao Ling's power had entered an unprecedented realm. Spirit stones had replaced traditional means of growth, each filled with elemental energy that expanded the range of his eighteen layers of airspace.

By now, Zhao Ling's strength was unfathomable. Even the system could only assure him: "You are invincible in this world. Not even the combined forces of the Douluo God Realm could defeat you."

Zhao Ling found the declaration unsurprising but felt a twinge of loneliness. His unparalleled power left him without any worthy opponents.

"Invincibility isn't always a blessing," he mused. "Still, Douluo is just one of many worlds. If I were to step into a higher-level realm, like those in X Breaks the Sky or X Dust Change, I'd be nothing more than a novice. I can't grow complacent."

Meanwhile, at Lanba Academy, Xiao Wu was teaching a class when she suddenly opened her "Copy of Zhao Ling's Diary." She glanced at her students.

"Study on your own for now. The teacher has something to handle," she said, swiftly exiting the classroom.

Reading the diary's contents, Xiao Wu rolled her eyes. "So my husband knows I'm an Ultimate Douluo and still makes me teach these students?!"

Yet, a small smile crept onto her face. Teaching kept her husband from dragging her into his "bad ideas" all day long.

As she pondered, Xiao Wu felt an unsettling sensation in her stomach—an urge to vomit.

"Wait… Could it be? Am I finally pregnant?"

The realization filled her with joy. This feeling was identical to when she had been pregnant with Wutong in her dreams. It had been so long, but she was finally carrying her husband's child.

However, Xiao Wu recalled her mother's stories and felt a pang of frustration. Her mother, Aunt Yin'er, and Erlong's mother had all carried their pregnancies for nearly ten years without delivering.

Her husband had mentioned that Aunt Xi'er was pregnant for fifteen years before giving birth to a daughter. Even Bibi Dong, the Spirit Hall Pope, endured a sixteen-year pregnancy before giving birth to Zhao Ping'an, hoping for a safe delivery.

"If I'm pregnant, will it take at least a decade or two to deliver this child? That's so unfair," Xiao Wu thought.

Still, she felt relief. Her daughter Wutong had already been born in this timeline, and not being pregnant again would have been embarrassing. She decided to share the news with her husband as soon as she returned home.

Elsewhere, Tang Wutong was also teaching a class when she paused to read Zhao Ling's diary. Her brows furrowed as she digested the contents.

"Tang San? He's supposed to be my father, right? But what kind of father is this?"

She scoffed. "I'm already a Level 99 Ultimate Douluo, and if my husband hadn't stopped me from claiming godhood, I'd already be a deity. Meanwhile, my so-called father has only just awakened his martial soul. How pathetic!"

Tang Wutong conveniently forgot that her father was currently only six years old. Comparing their strengths now was absurd, but her disdain persisted.

In his mansion, Zhao Ling chuckled as he closed his diary panel. Unbeknownst to him, the women closest to him were reading his thoughts and preparing their own plans.

"No matter how strong I become," Zhao Ling thought, "the ambitions I have for this world—and beyond—will only grow."

*(End of this chapter)*