What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Facing Ye Yu’s accusation, Shen Kangren suddenly felt at a loss.

"I—I didn’t mean that."

"Then what did you mean? Right now you’re treating me like a knife. A knife you’re sending to die. Have you considered how I feel?"

Ye Yu’s furious reproach made Shen Kangren involuntarily take a step back.

Just that alone wasn’t nearly satisfying enough.

Ye Yu pressed the attack, striding straight toward Shen Kangren.

He spoke as he walked. "You and I have at least met a few times. If you want to use me as a knife, fine. I can be that sharp blade.

But do you know what hurts me the most?"

"W-what is it?"

Shen Kangren’s voice had begun to tremble.

By then, Ye Yu was already in front of him.

He meant to jab a finger at the man’s forehead.

But the sight of that blackened flesh marbled with purple veins made Ye Yu nauseous, so he switched and poked the divine robe at Shen Kangren’s chest instead.

"Look at you. Where’s the bearing you had before? Right now you’re like a sheep begging for death—planning to show your horns once at the end, then pretend you’re marching to your death with dignity.

Who are you fooling?

You’re only fooling yourself.

And you’re showing me no respect at all!

Get lost. Come find me when you’ve climbed back to the Divine Lord Realm."

He said it hard.

Honestly, at this range, claiming he wasn’t scared would be a lie.

But Ye Yu had no choice—he had to gamble.

Don’t be fooled by Shen Kangren having fallen to the Ancient God Realm; Ye Yu still {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} wasn’t his match.

The man was notoriously hard to kill.

Even if Ye Yu invoked All Beings Equal to strip his divine power in an instant and shatter his divine body on the spot, it wouldn’t matter.

As long as any flesh remained, Shen Kangren’s revival was only a matter of time.

So the best way to handle a thing like this—for now—was to bluff him.

Retreat had already crept into Shen Kangren’s eyes, but he still said, "But..."

Ye Yu cut him off without waiting for him to finish. "No buts. I know your body’s not in great shape right now.

But are you really going to accept fate this easily?

You once stepped into the Divine Lord Realm.

What wave haven’t you weathered?

Now you hit one setback and you want to surrender?

Is that the you from back then?"

Shen Kangren fell silent, his expression shifting again and again.

A moment later, he slowly let out a long, turbid breath, showed a relieved smile, and bent at the waist to Ye Yu in a formal salute.

"Forgive me, Daoist Friend Ye. It really was my mindset.

If not for you, I might never have realized I’d already lost myself.

Rest assured, starting today I’ll find a way to fix what’s wrong with my body and live properly. I’ll strive to return to the Divine Lord Realm as soon as possible and assault the Divine Venerable Realm."

Hearing that, Ye Yu’s smile blossomed.

Good.

The guy takes advice—that’s great.

By the normal script, he should turn around and leave, and Ye Yu would be safe.

But the smile didn’t last long before it vanished completely.

Shen Kangren slowly lifted his head, grinning hideously. "Daoist Friend Ye, I truly don’t know how to thank you. How about... letting you become a part of my body?"

Ye Yu narrowed his eyes.

"And if I say no?"

"It’s not up to you anymore."

With a thought, Shen Kangren sent countless masses of flesh surging straight at Ye Yu.

In an instant they wrapped him completely.

But the next second, the flesh burst apart. Ye Yu, gripping the Soul Severing Blade, shot outward at full speed.

Shen Kangren stood his ground without so much as a step.

"Escape from me? You’re too naive."

Before the words were even finished, the flesh all around him flared with black light.

After it sealed everything within a radius of ten thousand li, it began to squirm like worms.

In just a few breaths, the place was drained of divine power.

Ye Yu could clearly feel a crushing pressure sweep in, his speed dropping at once.

The surrounding flesh swelled at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ye Yu knit his brows and tightened his grip on the Soul Severing Blade.

He had wanted to try the artifact and see if it could cut Shen Kangren’s divine soul.

But he failed.

From the cleaved flesh, Ye Yu did sense the blade draw out traces of divine souls—but they didn’t seem to be Shen Kangren’s.

They belonged to other remnants of flesh.

That completely cut off the path of trying to game the situation.

Which meant that to sever Shen Kangren’s divine soul, he had to go for the true body.

Flesh alone wouldn’t do.

With every path in front blocked, Ye Yu simply stopped running. He turned to Shen Kangren and asked coldly, "Why attack me again all of a sudden? Did you already see I can’t kill you?"

Shen Kangren, who a moment ago had been sunk in despair and had just rekindled the will to live, had taken another shot at Ye Yu.

There was no reason for it except seeing through Ye Yu’s feigned strength.

Sure enough, Shen Kangren nodded with confidence.

"At first I really thought you were strong—horizon-level strong.

But later, when your finger touched me, I realized everything.

Gods can lie. Flesh cannot.

Your flesh told me your cultivation is only at the True God Realm.

Sometimes I truly admire you death-cheating gods.

Clearly you’re ants, yet you keep jumping around in front of me. You really have put life and death aside, haven’t you?"

Ye Yu’s face darkened.

Screw you.

You came looking for me—how is that me putting life and death aside?

If I hadn’t bluffed you, I’d probably already be a corpse.

Damn it. I never thought the flaw would be that little poke.

Disgusting.

If I’d known, I wouldn’t have done it.

But now it’s too late for regrets.

There’s only one way left to break the stalemate: get close again.

Ye Yu could clearly feel how much stronger the flesh around Shen Kangren had grown—far beyond before.

If he rushed in blindly, he might well throw his life away.

But if he didn’t, was he supposed to just stand here and wait for death?

Just as Ye Yu hesitated, the flesh behind Shen Kangren split open into a huge mouth.

A round-faced woman poked her head out, looked at Shen Kangren, then at Ye Yu, and asked softly, "So, which of you is Ye Yu?"

Ye Yu rifled through his memories, but he couldn’t recall ever seeing this woman.

So he answered quietly, "I’m Ye Yu. May I ask who you are, Daoist Friend?"

"Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is, my man says you’re his friend."

The round-faced woman smiled.

Then Hong Zhencheng’s head popped out too.

"Big Brother, I’m here!"

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