What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Chu She’s original body was a deer yokai.

He wasn’t among the earliest Yokai Gods to shatter the void and enter the God Realm,

but his monstrous talent doomed him never to fade into the crowd.

Three hundred years after entering the God Realm, before countless onlookers, he cut down a late-stage True God ghost god while only mid-stage New God himself—

and from that battle, his name exploded.

After that, Chu She’s yokai life felt downright hacked—an unstoppable surge.

His cultivation advanced like a blade through bamboo, breaking record after record, and upon stepping into the Ancient God Realm, he founded the Heavenly Yokai Tower God Alliance,

leading the Yokai Gods to carve out a fearsome name in the God Realm.

He only grew fiercer through setbacks; over millions of years, he became the first Yokai God to smash through the God Monarch barrier and step into the God Sovereign Realm.

It’s fair to say that five million years ago, Chu She was the acknowledged king among the Yokai Gods.

By his strength alone, he pressed the gods of the God Realm so hard they couldn’t lift their heads—

a true storm maker of the God Realm.

No wonder that after dropping his name, Chu She looked at Ye Yu with that faintly proud gaze—so that was why.

But Ye Yu had only been in the God Realm a few years; how would he have heard such ancient legends?

And according to [N O V E L I G H T] the book,

after reaching the God Sovereign Realm, Chu She stepped down as lord of the Heavenly Yokai Tower God Alliance and vanished from sight.

If you’ve been off the peak that long, it’s normal that some won’t recognize you.

Closing the book, Ye Yu’s expression grew a shade heavier.

Something felt off.

If Chu She was that powerful—already at God Sovereign—how had he ended up maimed and on the brink of death?

By rights, when both sides are that strong, deciding victory is easy; deciding life and death is exceedingly hard.

Take the Celestial World: two Immortal Emperors fight.

Their difference on the Great Dao can settle who wins or loses, but if one side wants the other dead, the difficulty is about equal to one person defeating five Immortal Emperors alone.

The reason isn’t hard to grasp.

Ancient peak experts have all lived long—how could they not carry life-saving means?

Beat me if you can—fine. Kill me? Not a chance.

If that’s true in the Celestial World, all the more so in the God Realm.

As the strongest at God Sovereign, how did Chu She get battered to that state?

He was supposed to be the strongest among the Yokai Gods.

That shouldn’t happen.

Ye Yu rubbed his own forehead on reflex, then let it go, turned, and walked out of the Archive Tower.

Stories of God Sovereign experts were still a little distant for him.

Besides, even if he learned the exact reason, so what?

The real business was to push his own strength—don’t waste the dream talent.

Right after, Ye Yu hurried back to Gu Zhengyi; after paying a “friendship fee” of one thousand divine stones,

Gu Zhengyi offered a solution.

Right in front of Ye Yu, he produced that same storage ring from before, took out another three hundred divine stones from it, then set the ring in Ye Yu’s hand.

“I’m life-and-death brothers with Old Dong from the Archive Tower. Take my token and find him.”

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Leaving the ancient hall,

Ye Yu took deep breaths to force himself calm.

He had to—or he’d choke on this resentment.

So the Archive Tower elder can be greased with divine stones—and two hundred stones would have done it.

And I just paid Gu Zhengyi a thousand as tuition?

Sure, the man took the grain and did the work, but it still rankled.

At least swap the storage ring—you wouldn’t make me feel this bad.

Well, lesson learned: in a top-tier alliance like Extreme Moon Pavilion, divine stones are the real hard currency.

Next time, that kind of tuition isn’t happening.

Back at the Archive Tower gate, he handed the storage ring to the elder.

This fellow, called Old Dong, glanced at what was inside and instantly put on his best smile-service face.

With a hearty laugh he said, “No wonder you looked familiar—turns out you’re one of my juniors. How’s your father’s health?”

Ye Yu was momentarily speechless. How had this turned into role-play?

Before he could speak, Old Dong barreled on, “Good, good. As long as your father’s well. From now on, treat this place like home—no need to be so stiff. All right, up you go!”

As he finished, Old Dong even gave Ye Yu a helpful push.

Ye Yu clearly saw a flash of light sweep across his own token.

‘Well, well. So that’s how this game is played.’

‘You really do learn something every day.’

Without hesitation, Ye Yu headed straight for the sixth floor.

By the rules, anyone allowed up here had to have been in the Alliance for at least ten thousand years and be elite.

So gods were scarce here.

Counting Ye Yu, there were only three.

Aside from a beautiful goddess, there was a man with an icy face.

The three pairs of eyes met; Ye Yu gave a polite nod as a greeting,

then turned away to look for divine arts that interested him.

What he didn’t notice was that the instant he turned, extreme shock flashed in the man’s eyes,

as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘How is Ye Yu still alive? Anyone struck by the Shadowless Sword Cut can’t live past five days. That’s iron law.’

‘Why? Why hasn’t he died?’

That “man” was none other than Heng Xuanzhen’s martial aunt, Zhu Cangwen.

The reason she presented herself like this was simple—she had gone back to her old line, Zhu the Skinner.

She had fancied this god’s body and his insight into the sword, so she directly seized it.

Only after fusing the memories did she learn he was a god of Extreme Moon Pavilion.

Naturally, Zhu Cangwen wasn’t going to waste that identity token; she came to the pavilion’s Archive Tower to see what she could gain.

What she never expected was to run into Ye Yu here.

So he’s Extreme Moon Pavilion, too? And by the look of it, not low status.

Wait—

Zhu Cangwen’s brows snapped together.

In her eyes, sword intent surged around Ye Yu like a towering mountain—distant, unapproachable, even stirring a faint urge to submit.

What in the world? The last time we met he was ordinary—how has he changed this much now?

Zhu Cangwen’s gaze grew very, very complicated.

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