What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

When the third elder of Extreme Moon Pavilion fell dead on the spot, Ye Yu went completely blank.

He had already braced himself to die here.

He never expected the reversal to come this fast.

In that instant, Ye Yu instinctively thought Liu Yuenong had arrived.

It could only be her.

In this dream, the only one with the power to kill Yin Yu and the motive to come save him—other than Liu Yuenong—Ye Yu truly couldn’t think of anyone.

At this moment, the four words “Daoist partner, overwhelmingly strong” gained even more weight.

But the next second, the smile on Ye Yu’s face froze.

At the place where Yin Yu had perished, a gaunt man was staring at him coldly.

Ye Yu, puzzled, spoke softly. “Who are you? Why did you save me?”

The gaunt man didn’t answer directly. He raised his hand, palm up.

“That power just now was Chu She’s. Other than handing his strength to you, what else did he give? Hand it all over.”

Ye Yu’s brow tightened.

This person had clearly come for Chu She’s power.

And he couldn’t tell if the man was an enemy or an ally.

Ye Yu could only probe: “Are you a friend of Senior Chu She?”

“Xiao Luo. He and I are mortal enemies. The wounds on his body—I gave them to him.”

The man calling himself Xiao Luo was brutally frank.

Came in and flipped the script outright, not even pretending.

Ye Yu’s heart sank. He put one hand behind his back and gave Heng Xuanzhen a small wave, signaling her to hurry and run.

At the same time he said, “Good hits. Honestly, my relationship with him was really ordinary. When he was dying, he didn’t give me anything. Aside from a single life-saving talisman, there was nothing. And that talisman was just used up.”

As the saying goes, a wise man adapts to the times.

Chu She had indeed kept his word: if he said he would give an opportunity, he truly gave one.

By rights, after accepting a gift, one should do at least a little in return.

Ye Yu also very much wanted to kill the man before him to avenge Chu She. He believed that if Chu She’s spirit in heaven learned of it, he would be deeply moved.

But under the current circumstances—

The one who had instant-killed Yin Yu was at least starting from Divine Lord Realm, and on top of that, the one who could wound Chu She—the foremost of the demon gods—so grievously...

That had to be Divine Venerable Realm.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him one of the strongest in the God Realm.

With Ye Yu’s current Heavenly God cultivation, facing him would be like an egg striking a rock.

If he truly wanted to avenge Chu She, the key was to survive first, accumulate strength, and prepare for the future.

That line of thinking was absolutely correct.

So Ye Yu didn’t mind telling a small lie.

He hoped Heng Xuanzhen would understand and run first.

However, things went the opposite way.

Not only did Heng Xuanzhen not run, she even clasped Ye Yu’s right hand behind his back.

To be fair, her hand was very soft.

The phrase “bonelessly delicate” took on a tangible form.

But the key point was—this was not the time for romance.

Could she please take a good look at the situation?

Ye Yu truly felt a “hate the iron for not becoming steel” kind of frustration.

He was just about to turn and scold her.

The next instant, Xiao Luo’s figure appeared before Ye Yu in a flash, and his hand pressed onto the rhomboid crystal at Ye Yu’s forehead.

Only then did Ye Yu realize the black headband on his forehead had already fallen away.

Damn it—had he known, he would have phrased things differently just now.

What should he do now?

Ye Yu’s expression tightened; his thoughts spun as he prepared to talk his way out.

But Heng Xuanzhen was already leaping in with a downward slash, seven-colored divine sword in hand.

Ye Yu couldn’t help widening his eyes.

On the “looking cool” track, no one topped Heng Xuanzhen.

But in the face of absolute strength, looking cool didn’t help much.

Xiao Luo didn’t move at all; a black barrier sprang up and stopped Heng Xuanzhen outside.

She tried to yank the divine sword free and adjust her angle for another strike, but she was too late.

Black demon patterns branched out across the barrier and locked the divine sword fast, so thoroughly that Heng Xuanzhen couldn’t even pull it out.

On the other side, Xiao Luo didn’t waste words. He lifted his hand to pry the rhomboid crystal from Ye Yu’s forehead.

A stabbing pain surged.

Before Ye Yu could act, a phantom slowly surfaced.

It was Chu She.

At the sight, Ye Yu’s heart leapt. So Chu She had left a backup?

He had already predicted that his enemy would come when they sensed his power.

And so he was using Ye Yu’s body to lay a trap and avenge himself?

Brilliant.

Did this mean he was saved?

Just as Ye Yu guessed, Chu She’s phantom smiled faintly. “Xiao Luo, I knew you would come. Now, prepare to meet your dea—”

Before he could finish, Xiao Luo sent out an utterly ordinary-looking punch that shattered Chu She’s phantom completely.

Ye Yu was stunned on the spot.

Seriously? Come and go that fast?

He’d been counting on the phantom to unleash power and save him—gone just like that?

Was this some kind of joke?

Xiao Luo said with contempt, “You couldn’t beat me when you were alive, and after death you still think a scrap of lingering power can handle me? Ridiculous.”

Hearing that, Ye Yu had to admit it made sense.

Then the pain hit again.

Xiao Luo had resumed prying at the rhomboid crystal on his forehead.

This time the process was very quick. With a hard twist, the crystal really did come free.

Ye Yu’s face went chalk-white.

That thing was the opportunity Chu She had left him, merged with his soul.

Now that it had been taken, his soul naturally suffered.

Xiao Luo glanced at the rhomboid crystal in his hand and murmured, “Such pure demon-god power.”

“Chu She, were you planning to groom this kid as your successor?”

“To complete the grand design in your heart?”

Xiao Luo gave a disdainful smile, then clenched his fist. The rhomboid crystal crumbled to dust.

Seizing the moment, Ye Yu flashed aside, intending to take Heng Xuanzhen and flee.

As for that divine sword?

It was formed from Heng Xuanzhen’s sword qi anyway. If they had to leave it, they’d leave it.

Only, Xiao Luo had no intention of letting Ye Yu go.

“You two die here.”

His icy voice carried no emotion.

A surging wave of divine power swept out. Ye Yu moved on reflex to shove Heng Xuanzhen away.

Though she immediately caught hold of Ye Yu’s robe sleeve, she still couldn’t withstand his force.

[rip]

The robe tore. Clutching a strip of cloth, Heng Xuanzhen was forcibly hurled several meters back.

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