What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

Wu Dingxuan stared at Luo Jiange in disbelief.

The high-and-mighty mine lord was kneeling right here.

It was something he wouldn’t have dared to dream even in sleep.

And yet it was happening before his eyes.

A little too fantastical, wasn’t it?

An instant later, something cold was shoved into Wu Dingxuan’s hand.

It was a ghost blade.

Ye Yu tilted his head slightly and said in a low voice, “Kill him. Fulfill your dream. Spit out every ounce of humiliation from all these years.”

Wu Dingxuan looked at the blade in his hand, and his eyes grew firm.

“Cut!”

With a roar, he split Luo Jiange in two with ease.

Of course, Ye Yu was helping from the shadows.

Otherwise, at mere Qi Training Realm, even with a blade, Wu Dingxuan could never have slain a Nascent Soul Realm ghost so easily.

This, too, was Ye Yu’s kindness.

He had racked his brains to let Wu Dingxuan fulfill the dream in his heart.

Helping without letting anyone see the strings—that was the hard part.

The next moment, the blade clattered to the ground, and Wu Dingxuan broke into sobs.

A hundred and thirty years of grievance and shame finally had a place to pour out.

Ye Yu patted his shoulder to console him, though he couldn’t quite hide the anticipation in his eyes.

Fortunately, effort brings reward.

[System: Detected completion of Wu Dingxuan’s dream. Difficulty: ordinary. Duration: one hundred thirty-six years.]

[System: Reward — peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivation.]

A rich ghostly qi filled his body, and Ye Yu savored the feeling.

Then he shouted, “Who else has a dream?”

“Me! Me! Me! Me!”

One by one, the ghosts grew wildly excited.

Ye Yu spread his arms, drinking in the rush that came with the Dream-Maker’s work.

But the rush didn’t last long.

After only one hour—

Ye Yu’s face had gone pitch-dark.

“Damn it—you’re a pack of brainless lunatics. Snakes’ bellies, elephants’ appetites. You’re not afraid you’ll burst?”

Fresh off finishing Wu Dingxuan’s dream, Ye Yu had been fired up and ready to go.

He’d already rolled up his sleeves to get down to business.

Who could have guessed the miners would start pushing their luck.

One after another, their so-called dreams got absurd.

Some wanted to become a Ghost Emperor and suppress an era.

Some wanted a billion ghost stones to found a business empire in the Underworld.

And that wasn’t even the worst.

The most outrageous one wanted every female ghost in the Underworld to fall madly, hopelessly in love with him—couldn’t be cursed away, couldn’t be beaten away.

To be honest, when Ye Yu heard that, he did laugh.

Not amused—wry and helpless.

Because from the look in that ghost’s eyes, Ye Yu could tell he wasn’t joking. He was serious.

Those eyes spelled only one thing: fanatic.

Ye Yu tried to talk to him.

“That dream—it’s no good. Why? Bad for your body. Every female ghost—you think you can keep up?

“Even if your iron body holds, what about quality?

“There are a lot of female ghosts in the Underworld, and quality varies.

“Hit the high-quality ones and you’ve scored. What about the low-quality ones?”

“So change your dream.”

He had spelled it out as kindly as he could.

Even so, the ghost refused to repent.

He cocked his head and thumped his chest. “I’m built strong. I can handle it. And quality? Doesn’t matter. My old man told me back in the day: ugly female ghosts—cut them down!”

Ye Yu couldn’t take it anymore. He kicked him on the spot, scattering his soul.

“Pfaugh. Shameless trash.

“I give you a shot at freedom and you come at me with ‘my old man this, my old man that’?

“Then in your next life—forget it. Soul scattered. No next life.”

After that, the rest finally settled down.

They reported their dreams honestly, most of which were to leave this place.

So Ye Yu’s dream-fulfillment efficiency shot up.

He also discovered that even if someone didn’t say their dream was to leave, once they walked out, it still registered as completed.

Which meant that whether they said it or not, so long as the dream was fulfilled with Ye Yu’s help, it counted as the Dream-Maker’s work and earned rewards just the same.

That was a good thing.

Even so, Ye Yu felt it was better to ask when possible.

That way he could act with precision.

Random guesses and stumbling into success by accident—those odds were tiny.

By the time the mine’s three hundred and ninety-some ghosts had left, Ye Yu’s cultivation had stepped into mid-stage Integration Realm.

Besides that, there were all sorts of odds and ends—

Ghost stones, low-grade ghost artifacts, and the like.

Nothing particularly valuable.

What could you do? Most of these dreams were simple difficulty.

No way to soar in one step.

Looks like it’s time to think about tackling dreams with a higher difficulty.

That night, Ye Yu parted ways with Zhou Cong.

Zhou Cong’s parents thanked him over and over.

They had never imagined that escaping danger would come thanks to their son’s friend.

“That Ye family kid—truly capable.”

Ye Yu only smiled and nodded at the praise.

But Zhou Cong was unhappy.

Not because he wasn’t being praised, but because he felt his friend was about to leave again.

That sadness of parting weighed on his heart.

Ye Yu tucked five thousand ghost stones into Zhou’s father’s hands.

“Take good care of Cong from now on.”

It was the only thing Ye Yu could do.

If not for Zhou Cong, the dream might have already reset.

Moved, Zhou’s father shared a piece of news.

This mine was only a branch, part of the Fallen Soul Sect’s holdings.

“You killed Luo Jiange. Best to lie low for a while, or leave the area. Don’t let them sniff out a trail and come looking for trouble.”

Ye Yu thanked him softly for the warning.

“But we’ll see who troubles whom.”

“Fallen Soul Sect, is it? I hope you’ve got a lot of mines.

“Otherwise, there won’t be enough for me to farm.”

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