What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Seeing the appearance of Flesh-and-Blood Demon God Shen Kangren, Ye Yu was genuinely surprised.

He asked softly, “You—why are you here?”

“I came specifically to find you. This woman was an eyesore. I swallowed her—no objections, right?”

Shen Kangren’s tone was familiar, like an old friend long reunited, which made Hong Zhencheng mistake him for Ye Yu’s acquaintance. Forcing a thin smile, he said, “Many thanks for your timely help, senior. Fellow Daoist Ye, is this your friend?”

Ye Yu said coolly, “Not my friend. He’s your enemy—Flesh-and-Blood Demon God Shen Kangren.”

Hong Zhencheng blinked, then his eyes went blood-red and killing intent surged sky-high. He roared, “Bastard, you’re the one who destroyed my God Alliance—I’ll kill you!”

Ye Yu lifted a hand to stop him. He knew perfectly well that if Hong Zhencheng rushed over now, he’d only be serving himself up on a platter to Shen Kangren. Dying for nothing was meaningless.

Shen Kangren gave Hong Zhencheng a dismissive glance. “I’ve wiped out more God Alliances than I can count. You, a Great God Realm ant—I don’t even care which alliance you’re from. Fellow Daoist Ye, he’s noisy. Why don’t I swallow him too and the two of us talk in private?”

Hong Zhencheng clenched his fists. Though still angry, he calmed down. His goal was to avenge the Immeasurable Hall, not to die pointlessly. The only thing he couldn’t figure out was why Shen Kangren seemed... oddly familiar with Ye Yu.

No—wrong. Fellow Daoist Ye just said he wasn’t friends with this disgusting bastard, so he isn’t. Don’t overthink it.

“This one is my friend. Don’t touch him. As for your ‘private talk,’ I don’t see the need. There’s nothing for us to discuss.”

Ye Yu clasped his hands behind his back and kept his voice as even as possible. The expert’s aura could not be allowed to slip. The first time Shen Kangren fled, it was because Ye Yu scared him off; the meeting the other day was likely the same. To survive the Flesh-and-Blood Demon God, he had to keep playing the part. Otherwise, he was doomed to die in this man’s hands.

Shen Kangren squeezed his fists, then slowly let out a long breath. Softly, he said, “Very well. At this point there’s nothing to hide. Fellow Daoist Ye, let’s fight fair and square. I want to die by your hand.”

Ye Yu froze on the spot.

Die by my hand?

Brother, are you sick?

You’re at God King Realm. I’m at True God Realm. The gap between us is a hundred and eight thousand li. You dare say it; I don’t even dare hear it.

Shen Kangren didn’t look at Ye Yu. He threw back his head with a long sigh and spilled the grievance bottled up in his chest.

After he’d been scared off last time, he’d been consumed with self-reproach. He, a titan ranked top fifteen on the Evil List—and now he’d even stepped into God King Realm—how had he become more cowardly the longer he lived? In his high-spirited days, he was never like this. What hard case hadn’t he faced down? How had he turned into something so craven he couldn’t even respect himself?

In the end, he put all the blame on Tong Fang. If he hadn’t devoured her back then, he wouldn’t have been cursed by the Blackblood Serpent God. He wouldn’t be this decayed wreck. Perhaps Tong Fang’s curse truly would be fulfilled: before long his flesh and blood would wither and he would die. Such a death was unbearably painful—and utterly unacceptable.

He was a hero among flesh-and-blood demon gods. How could there be a day he couldn’t stand tall? If he must die, he should die upright—by the hand of a strong one. Only then would he not betray his own Dao.

Thus, he thought of Ye Yu. This unfathomable man stirred a nameless fear in him. Since he had to die, he would face that fear head-on. He would see how strong this boar-in-wolf’s-clothing truly was. And so Shen Kangren came—to see just how great the gap between them really was.

After hearing all this, Ye Yu’s face remained placid, but inside he was nauseated to the extreme.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

You’re cursed and dying—can’t you just quietly go die? You’re an evil villain—what are you doing cosplaying “righteous death”? And of all the countless powerhouses in the God Realm, why think of me? And find me so easily? What kind of twisted fate is this?

Damn it—what now? If he started a fight directly, he’d most likely be one-shot.

Ye Yu itched to claw at his hair. Beside him, Hong Zhencheng looked at him with worshipful eyes and couldn’t help muttering, “Fellow Dao—no, big bro, I never imagined you were the legendary upper god hiding in plain sight. Honestly, I always knew you were concealing your realm, but I didn’t think it was this high. Good grief. Incredible.”

Ye Yu wanted to plant a kick in Hong Zhencheng’s face. Is this the time? Shen Kangren is the one who got bluffed—are you bluffed too? What a joke.

But given the situation, he obviously couldn’t do that.

“Heh. I intended to get along with you as an ordinary god, but it seems that won’t do. Go. When we start, the aftershocks alone won’t be something you can withstand.”

He wanted to keep Hong Zhencheng from being dragged in—give him a way out. If he could also swing by and ask the wives for help, even better.

But before Ye Yu could tell him anything, Hong Zhencheng was already shaking his head. “No, big bro, I’m not leaving! To witness a God King battle with my own eyes is a blessing eight lifetimes in the making. Even if I’m seriously injured, I absolutely won’t go. At worst I’ll watch from farther away! I want to see my enemy Shen Kangren die with my own eyes.”

Ye Yu could only stare, veins throbbing.

“Go. That’s an order.”

“No. I won’t. Big bro, I’ll listen to you on anything else, but not this.”

Hong Zhencheng took two decisive steps back and planted himself with righteous resolve—unyielding.

Ye Yu’s liver ached with anger.

Even Flesh-and-Blood Demon God Shen Kangren couldn’t stand it. “Fellow Daoist Ye, if it won’t work, just let him stay. Why persuade him? If some people insist on seeking death, let them die. Why interfere with others’ karma?”

A battle at God King level—if not world-shattering—would at least smash a million li of land. Shen Kangren knew very well that Ye Yu telling Hong Zhencheng to run was the right choice. But if the kid wouldn’t go—so be it. Let him die. Shen Kangren didn’t care either way.

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