"Seems it's a success," Yarsha Zahara said upon seeing Brangara's chirpy entry.
"It's not just a success, but a major success." Brangara laughed as the wind around him churned in response, "I can freely use Subtle Terrain Domination now."
He funnelled the air towards her, "Take out your Spirit Weapon. You can store some of its power in your Lunchbox."
"About that…" Yarsha Zahaa smiled wryly, "It's currently full of Grehha's and Yennda's Natures."
"That's…too bad." He blinked in surprise for a few seconds before understanding Yarsha Zahara's objective, "Right, we had stuff to do."
"You…forgot?" Yarsha Zahara frowned, turning serious in response, "Are you serious?"
"I didn't forget anything. It just…slipped my mind out of excitement." His laughter came to a pause, mildly disappointed as he asked following a sigh, "So, how's everything?"
"Under control," Yarsha Zahara nodded, "It's a pain in the butt to control two Mystic Paths but other than that, everything is proceeding as planned. Close to two hundred women have gotten pregnant in the past five months."
She then condensed an Empyrean Incubator, "This is a modified Empyrean Incubator. I have fused these into the wombs of the women and allowed them to infuse the essence of the Empyrean Boar King into the children."
"They'll successfully be born as Wean Clansmen." She concluded.
"Empyrean Boar King?" Brangara frowned at her words, "Shouldn't it be Celestial Boar?"
"The Celestial Boar is practically another race, so your concentrated essence will only become destructive to the children." Yarsha shook her head, "So, I had modified it to produce the essence of the Empyrean Boar King. And the data I obtained to create it was mostly derived from Brana, since genetically speaking, he's the closest to you."
"You don't need my Prana for that?" Brangara asked.
"Nope, even the mothers themselves can feed Prana to the Empyrean Incubators." She said, "This way, they can nurture the growing children better."
"What about Barla then? How is she faring?" Brangara asked next, surprised immediately after, "She has reached the 3-Life Stage?"
"Her cultivation has improved once she got pregnant." Yarsha Zahara laughed, "The only issue is the food. We're running out of our food reserves to take care of her consumption needs. Everything else is proceeding smoothly…"
She paused and stared at Brangara, who was casually sliding a bracelet on her hand, "What is this?"
"A bracelet, what else?" Brangara smirked.
A glance at the bracelet and her eyes widened in absolute shock, "How many Empyrean Snapper horns did you condense to create it?"
"Just one," Brangara laughed in satisfaction upon seeing her reaction, "But it feels like that because this is made using the First Empyrean Snapper's horn. So, the quality is peerless. It's nothing like a Minor Treasure, but when you wear it, you'll be able to feel the flow of wind better."
"Thank you, this is perfect!" Yarsha laughed in joy and kissed him.
"Hahaha!" Brangara was excited as he lifted her up and rushed to the bedroom, "It has been a while since we last did it…"
He placed her on the bed and leapt out of his clothes in the fraction of a second, stopping only when he was about to start the deed. He swerved his head to the corner of the room and noticed the figure of Grehha seated there, limbs tied, but relying on psychokinesis to lift a bone cup to drink some tea, "Why the fuck are you here?"
"I'm keeping this place warm in case you get offed somewhere out there. It's a dangerous world, you see." Grehha replied spontaneously when a gust of wind slammed into him, plunging him halfway into the wall.
"Have you gained all the benefit from him?" Brangara glared at Yarsha Zahara, "If you have, then I'll kill him now."
"Pfft!" Grehha coughed out blood, feeling his entire body had fractured from the attack. As he was under Yarsha Zahara's control, he couldn't use Internal Inertial Gravity to defend himself properly. Or rather, she limited his use of it, ensuring he wouldn't die, but would reel in pain from the attack.
But ignoring the pain, he laughed, taunting Brangara, "I'm your replacement, dumbass!"
"Is that so?" Brangara glared as another gust of wind slammed into Grehha, shattering his right arm, "Are you still of that opinion?"
"You slept with the best woman Sumatra has to offer and all you managed to produce were talentless pigs." Grehha laughed, "You are strong, but your genes aren't worth anything."
"Ruvva is the best example."
"Are you done?" Brangara's expression was cold as he grabbed Grehha by the neck and increased his strength, cracking the latter's skull. He then frowned, watching the skull become reinforced by Internal Inertial Gravity, glaring at Yarsha Zahara, "Why are you hindering me?"
"He's purposefully taunting you!" Yarsha Zahara felt angered by Grehha's words but controlled herself, "It's our loss if you were to kill him now."
"Is it our loss or your loss?" Brangara asked, watching Yarsha Zahara's face twist in anger.
"Are you fucking serious?" She glared in anger, "My loss? Are you hearing your retarded words?"
"Bastard, I'm the one doing everything! From nurturing our children to dealing with our enemies." She roared, "All you've done is leave all responsibilities to me and journey Sumatra as you please. You behave no different from your time as a lone individual."
"I had to venture into the traps laid by Mystic Tentacles to gather them one by one!" He growled in anger, "Someone like you would be dead a dozen times at the entrance of those ruins."
"And…doing everything?" He chuckled in disdain, "Who finished Mystic Sumatra Arts? Who contributed immensely by combusting his body to ensure our children became Clansmen? Whose presence do you think has given safety, stability, and prosperity to your weak Kingdom?"
"That's all me." He snorted.
"Is that…your true thoughts?" Yarsha Zahara chuckled, or rather, seemed like that. Her eyes were sad as she stared at him, "Have you regarded me as a simple breeding tool for your children?"
"Is that it?"
Only when she got to that point did Brangara realise he had spoken too much, stammering a little, "Wifey, I didn't mean it like that! You see….ummm, the thing is…"
"Leave," She grunted and turned around, "I'm not in the mood anymore."
"I'm sorry," Brangara apologised immediately and extended his hand, only to be swatted away by Yarsha Zahara.
"Leave me alone," She shouted, "Don't apologise just like that. It feels insulting. Understand what you did wrong and apologise for it!"
"Tch!" Brangara chucked the figure of Grehha to the side with enough speed that a faint shockwave was generated, followed by a thunderous impact. He turned around briskly and exited the bedroom.
Buried in a pile of rubble formed by the collapsed wall, Grehha was in a bloody state. But in the necessary moment, Yarsha Zahara cranked up his usage of Internal Inertial Gravity, ensuring he wouldn't die.
'That went well.' He grinned widely, having succeeded in preventing Brangara and Yarsha Zahara from copulating.
Unlike in the past when they had kids, Brangara had become the Celestial Boar while Yarsha Zahara was now a Mystic Grade Free Human. The child they would have next had a significant chance of inheriting the entirety of their prowess.
Hence, to prevent something like that from happening, Grehha plotted to wedge a gap in their relationship. 'They don't have a perfect relationship, since both have tremendous ego.'
The problem with their relationship was that they didn't brave through all the dangers together, but instead faced them individually. When Yarsha Zahara was trapped in the Varahan Mansion and had to face attacks from the Brimgan Empire's people daily, Brangara was camping at the Gaja Enclave.
Even after becoming a couple, they spent most of their time apart from each other. So, there was a solid chance some resentment had accumulated between the two of them. Moreover, unlike in the past, their relationship was more equal after Yarsha Zahara entered the Mystic Grade.
As they were in the same realm of existence, neither of the two could dominate the opinions of the other party. 'Hence, they'll argue just like the couples from Earth do, a classic fight between married people.'
"You…remain there." Yarsha Zahara looked down on Grehha's bloody figure, able to pick up his intentions. She was pissed, but knowing that Brangara was nearby, she refused to leave the bedroom.
Instead, she piled more rubble on Grehha, returned to her bed, and fell asleep.
In the meantime, Brangara found himself at the laboratory, seated at a corner beside Yennda, murmuring in anger, "I'm the one who's supposed to be angry. How dare she turn it around on me!"
"Boss, why are you telling this to me?" Yennda covered his ears, "I didn't hear anything."
"Fucker, just listen to me." Brangara growled and pulled Yennda's hands to the side, apologising immediately as he by mistake ripped apart both arms, "Damn you're fragile."
"Thank you for noticing it," Yennda muttered and slowly regenerated the wounds once Brangara reattached his arms.
There was silence in the room for a few minutes before Brangara spoke, "How are…relationships on Earth?"
"Same, same." Yennda nodded, "Well, in some cases, your situation is somewhat better."
"Better? This is better?" Brangara growled, "I was out there for months! I accumulated a lot of resources for her benefit. And when I return home, she takes her anger out on me."
"Yeah…it happens." Yennda sighed dejectedly, "On Earth…there was a woman who was smitten with me. She pursued me relentlessly until I accepted her affection. And then…"
He became depressed immediately after.