What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Through the cross-realm link of longing, the sisters inside Wuwei Tower saw everything with perfect clarity.

Pei Chuxia nodded. “Given how it looks right now, the other party doesn’t seem like some cruel god of slaughter—that’s good. But next, we should first warm things up, then ask for information.

Hong Luan, drinking is your lane. Tell me—how do you win over a drinker fast?”

“Do you even need to ask? You drink with her, of course.

Hey, Dead-Last Li, grab the wine jar in front of that woman and down one with her.

I’ll teach you a few lines. Before a cup of tea is up, you two will be closer than blood sisters!”

When it came to booze, Hong Luan really did have the strongest say.

Li Ruowang curled her lip ever so slightly.

She rejected their advice on the spot.

Have me drink with a stranger like some muddle-headed lush?

I refuse.

For the record, Li Ruowang doesn’t touch a drop.

Aside from that time in the dream, at her grand wedding with Ye Yu, when she knocked back nine cups, she hasn’t drunk again.

And now drink with Heng Xuanzhen?

Absolutely not.

“Are there taboos in the God Realm? Any fast way to find someone? I want to find my husband, Ye Yu.”

Li Ruowang threw out her question straight on.

No frills, no fuss.

But the moment she spoke, Heng Xuanzhen froze where she stood and even lowered her wine.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

The move made Li Ruowang’s heart sink.

The sisters in Wuwei Tower all held their breath at once.

Heng Xuanzhen’s expression already said enough: she seemed to know the name Ye Yu.

Otherwise she wouldn’t look like this.

But friend or foe—who could tell?

“Say that again. Who is your husband?”

Heng Xuanzhen asked each word with care.

Li Ruowang didn’t retreat an inch. “My husband is Ye Yu. Senior, do you know him?”

At that, Heng Xuanzhen didn’t answer. She burst out laughing.

The laugh was broad and hearty, but tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

That only left Li Ruowang even more at a loss.

Seriously, are all godfolk in the God Realm this unhinged?

Do you know him or not—just say so.

Sitting there laughing—am I supposed to guess?

If this were the Celestial World, I’d make sure you learned why roses are so red.

“As expected, this world is fake. Everything is fake.

Is the heart demon already affecting the people around me?

No—maybe you’re just another figment.”

Heng Xuanzhen was half-incoherent, a thread of despair in her gaze.

In her mind, Li Ruowang’s appearance was only proof that her heart demon had grown stronger.

How could it be that when everyone else knows nothing of Ye Yu,

a newcomer to the God Realm claims Ye Yu is her husband?

And of all people, she shows up to talk to me?

The coincidences were too absurd!

It didn’t add up at all!

“Senior, what are you even saying? What heart demon? What figment? Explain!”

Li Ruowang had a gut feeling this woman definitely knew Ye Yu.

Why else would she change like that?

So she burned to get an answer.

Sure enough, Heng Xuanzhen’s next sentence made her heart leap.

“I’ll tell you the truth: the one I love is also named Ye Yu.”

Tempered by the mortal world and the Celestial World, Li Ruowang’s yandere heart had been ground down to almost nothing.

So there’s one more sister? Fine.

It doesn’t matter to me anymore.

As long as I can get back to Ye Yu—

I’ll save you a sister’s seat.

But before Li Ruowang could press further, Heng Xuanzhen turned, took another hard pull of wine, and smashed the jar onto the ground.

“So what? It’s fake. All of it is fake! This whole world is fake.

Why can’t I get out?

Why!”

No sooner had the words fallen than sword intent roared off her body; she became a streak of sword light and vanished on the spot.

She was gone.

To be precise—she fled.

She had to get away from this person her mind had conjured.

Heng Xuanzhen refused to drown in illusion forever.

The vendetta of the Divine Alliance was still unpaid; she couldn’t keep on like this.

Besides, it hurt too much—Ye Yu’s shadow kept showing up in her heart.

When would it end?

Li Ruowang stood there, staring at the empty surroundings.

What was that supposed to mean?

How do you run off mid-sentence?

Baffled, Li Ruowang asked, “What was that about?”

“I’m not sure. Her mind seems... not quite right.

And from what she said, she ‘likes’ our husband, but never said she was his Dao partner.

So—is unrequited love what drove her mad?”

As she said it, Pei Chuxia’s expression turned complicated.

Honestly, we knew Ye Yu’s charm was great, but not this great.

How long have we even been in the God Realm? And we’ve already driven a goddess crazy?

Husband, could you maybe keep it in check?

This is a bit much.

After hearing Pei Chuxia out, Li Ruowang nodded, then looked toward where Heng Xuanzhen had been and even felt a trace of pity.

What a pitiful woman.

One brush with Ye Yu, and your life’s off the rails.

Looks like we won’t be sisters after all.

Sisters: minus one.

Li Ruowang didn’t linger either; she turned and set off again to look for Ye Yu.

Neither she nor the sisters in Wuwei Tower knew—

right now,

Ye Yu was only about three hundred li from them.

They passed each other on perfectly parallel tracks.

Truth be told, three hundred li isn’t far.

With Ye Yu’s current cultivation at the peak of the True God realm, his divine sense alone covers well beyond three hundred li.

If he released it, he could have sensed Li Ruowang in an instant.

But he didn’t.

Not because he didn’t want to—he simply couldn’t spare the mind.

Because at this moment, Ye Yu was sprinting flat-out with Hong Zhencheng in tow.

Behind them, a gaunt woman hefting a pair of horse-cutting sabers was tearing after them at top speed.

Why had this happened?

It started when Ye Yu left Tongtian Pavilion.

He’d planned to head back to Ye Manor in Newbuild City first, see how Xie Buyu was getting along with everyone, then simulate dreams and push his strength up as soon as possible.

He never expected to run into Hong Zhencheng, fleeing for her life, midway.

Her robes were in rags—her divine robe shredded into willow strips—and Ye Yu couldn’t help but wonder.

So he asked what had happened.

But before Hong Zhencheng could speak,

two horse-cutting sabers flashed cold in the sunlight.

The woman wielding them wore an icy face.

This clearly wasn’t the time to talk—hence the present chase.

“Damn it, Hong Zhencheng—what did you do to her to make her want you dead?”

“Stop. Don’t say it. This one’s mostly on you.”

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