What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

The pale-faced man gave a light, appreciative clap.

"A splendid fight. Early Heavenly God, yet you cut down a peak Ancient God. Honestly, if I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t believe you walked away without a scratch."

Expression calm, Ye Yu spread his divine sense through the area while asking softly, "Who are you?"

The man lifted a hand; shattered earth and ruined bamboo began knitting themselves back together.

"I am Yin Yu of Extreme Moon Pavilion. You only just joined us, but you should still address me as Third Elder."

"This is where I sometimes come to clear my head. It would be a shame to leave it in ruins."

By the time he finished speaking, the bamboo grove had already returned to how it was.

Hearing this, Ye Yu narrowed his eyes.

The name Third Elder Yin Yu wasn’t new to him.

In the previous dream, this was the one who brought that cur Gou Langtu to Extreme Moon Pavilion and devastated Drunken Heart Valley.

He hadn’t expected to meet him here.

Trouble.

Yin Yu wouldn’t have memories of that dream or know who Ye Yu truly was, but right now Ye Yu was the villain who’d plundered Martyrs Mountain.

"Destroying teachers and ancestors" would be putting it lightly.

In any god alliance, that alone could mean being ground to dust.

Thinking of this, Ye Yu felt a twinge of difficulty.

By his understanding of Extreme Moon Pavilion, anyone who became an elder started at God King Realm.

At that level, killing him was out of the question—and running wasn’t promising either.

How to break this impasse?

Seeing Ye Yu silent, Yin Yu said gently, "Relax. I’m no pedant. Truth be told, I’m very interested in the divine art you used to summon fallen gods. But I won’t seize it by force. Why not make an exchange?"

"Name your price boldly. Remember, I want not only your divine art—I want you."

A chill ran through Ye Yu.

He understood well enough: Yin Yu wanted him under his banner.

But the man’s phrasing was a real problem—any passerby would think the two were up to something indecent.

Ye Yu gave an awkward smile. "Third Elder, how about giving me a couple of days to think?"

"Springing a price on me like this—I don’t have an answer."

Yin Yu nodded. "Fine. Take your time. Think right here. If a day isn’t enough, take a year; if a year isn’t enough, take a century. I have plenty of time."

Black lines practically formed on Ye Yu’s forehead.

What was wrong with this guy?

Why insist on a staring contest here?

Yin Yu sat cross-legged. With a thought, a table and a wine jug appeared before him.

He began to pour and drink by himself—

Plainly settling in for a long haul.

Who could you even complain to about this?

Ye Yu scratched his head.

He had no interest in wasting time with Yin Yu.

Two grown men—what’s the point of lingering?

Ye Yu made a crisp offer: "Three top-tier divine arts, give them to me and I’ll serve under you—plus the method for summoning fallen gods."

Yin Yu shook his head. "One. I currently have only one that qualifies as top-tier, but I promise you a second in a hundred years. I can swear on the Great Dao; you needn’t fear I’ll break my word."

"Deal."

Ye Yu agreed without hesitation.

Why so readily? Because "three top-tier divine arts" was pure bluff.

If he could fish one out now, he’d start with one.

He didn’t do losing trades.

As for "serving"? Please. That line only fools children.

On a stage like this, you can say anything.

Yin Yu produced a thick memorial from his storage and opened it on the table, pointing to the lower-right corner. "Sign your name. It takes effect immediately. This is a superior-grade divine artifact with certain binding properties."

Ye Yu glanced at the corner. Dozens of names were inscribed there.

Some shone with light; others were dim and lifeless.

So he’d even prepared a slave contract?

"Binding properties," huh—who knew what that really meant?

Sign it and he might truly become this man’s dog.

Whoever wants to sign it can sign it.

Ye Yu eased half a step back and said coldly, "Third Elder, that’s a bit much. To be blunt: I’m not signing."

Yin Yu smiled. "If you don’t sign, don’t think about leaving."

Ye Yu smiled too.

"Don’t let me leave? Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?"

"From the first day Skinner Zhu entered Extreme Moon Pavilion, I noticed her," Yin Yu said earnestly. "I planned to watch what she intended here, but then I met you."

"After seeing your battle, I judged you malleable and meant to give you a chance. But if you refuse now, there will be punishment."

"Understand, I’m not third-rate trash like Skinner Zhu."

He raised his hand slightly. A phantom paper fan spiraled into the air, then swelled a hundredfold and more.

Mountains and rivers depicted on the fan crashed down toward Ye Yu.

River water sealed every route of escape.

Ye Yu neither dodged nor raised a hand.

At the instant mountains and rivers descended, a brilliant sword light flashed.

The landscapes shattered; a great fissure ripped across the fan’s face.

The phantom collapsed completely.

Yin Yu couldn’t help arching a brow.

He looked up.

A strange woman hovered in midair, innumerable sword shadows flickering around her.

"God King Realm?"

Yes—the newcomer was none other than Ancient Sword Gorge’s last bloodline, Heng Xuanzhen.

While speaking with Yin Yu, Ye Yu had received a message in his mind from Lyu Nian of Demon Conversion.

Heng Xuanzhen had returned to the god alliance.

That gave Ye Yu confidence.

His principal lady Liuyue Nong might be in seclusion, but he still had other allies.

Heng Xuanzhen was also God King Realm.

If she came, coordinating with Ye Yu, they might very well kill Yin Yu.

So Ye Yu had Lyu Nian send a jianghu distress call to Heng Xuanzhen at once.

After confirming her assent, he chose to face Yin Yu head-on.

It had to be said—everything unfolded perfectly.

With Heng Xuanzhen’s arrival, Ye Yu lifted his chin slightly; the ribbon binding his hair danced in the wind, every inch the dashing rogue.

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