What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

It seemed that Heng Xuanzhen still could not let go of Tongtian Pavilion’s destruction of Ancient Sword Gorge.

Perhaps that was the trigger for her heart demon.

If it had been before, Ye Yu might have deliberately provoked it—

Then, once the heart demon emerged, tried to eradicate it.

But now that Han Yuexi had finally given a “signal,” he absolutely could not afford to interrupt things at this moment!

So Ye Yu hurriedly explained that they were going to rescue another friend.

Only then did the coldness on Heng Xuanzhen’s face ease considerably.

Guided by the Conjoined Heart Jade, Ye Yu, Heng Xuanzhen, and Little White arrived above a divine city.

The place was called Quiet Mind Studio.

The name sounded utterly ordinary.

But the scene before them was anything but.

Outside the divine city gathered more than a hundred members of the God Race. They were scattered in small groups of two or three, yet with remarkable tacit understanding all remained over a thousand meters away from the city.

Every single one of them had their attention fixed on the city gate, as if waiting for something.

Meanwhile, Quiet Mind Studio was completely enveloped in a layer of blue barrier light, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

Ye Yu could not help but feel curious.

If he were honest with himself, he was no longer that fledgling newcomer to the God Realm.

After staying so long, he had seen quite a few divine cities.

But rarely had he encountered one as uniquely structured as this.

What exactly were those outside waiting for?

If they wanted to enter, couldn’t they just go in?

What was the meaning of keeping such a uniform distance of a thousand meters?

Just as Ye Yu was puzzling over it, he suddenly heard Heng Xuanzhen murmur softly beside him,

"They really spared no expense."

"Hm? No expense? What do you mean by that?"

Ye Yu quickly asked.

Heng Xuanzhen merely smiled without answering.

It was not that she was deliberately being mysterious.

There was simply no need to answer.

After all, this illusory world was nothing more than something fabricated by the heart demon.

What exactly were you pretending for?

But Ye Yu had no idea what she was thinking, so he could not help but ask again,

"You’ve been to this Divine Alliance before?"

Heng Xuanzhen turned and stared at him for a moment.

Still acting?

Fine. I’ll play along to the end of this performance.

She raised her hand and pointed toward Quiet Mind Studio below, then began explaining softly.

This place was the Daoist domain of Tong Yaoguang, the Fiery Scholar—Quiet Mind Studio.

It was said that he had originally been born into a butcher’s family in the mortal world, yet he had aspired to pass the imperial examinations and earn official rank.

Unfortunately, his academic results were abysmal. He took the exams for ten consecutive years and did not even pass the elementary scholar level.

His family believed he simply lacked the aptitude and thus forced him to inherit the family trade.

Though Tong Yaoguang resisted in his heart, under familial pressure he ultimately accepted the butcher’s blade that symbolized inheritance.

Even so, during his spare time, he continued to diligently study, still anticipating each year’s provincial examination.

Days passed one after another.

When one door closes, another opens.

Through daily pig slaughter, Tong Yaoguang unexpectedly comprehended a blade technique.

He could complete bone removal in an instant.

Before long, the title "Master of Pork" spread far and wide.

Everyone believed he was heaven’s chosen for this profession.

But he despised that notion and stubbornly regarded himself as a scholar.

Those who came to watch the slaughter performances, however, did not care about his identity. They only wanted to witness the miraculous blade technique.

Later, a cultivator passing by noticed that Tong Yaoguang possessed extraordinary talent and proposed taking him to a sect for cultivation. In the future, ascending and becoming an immortal was not impossible.

Of all pursuits, cultivation stands supreme.

In this fantastical world, the ability to cultivate was the golden path.

His family urged him to agree.

But Tong Yaoguang hesitated and even voiced a condition.

"I can cultivate with you. But during the annual provincial examinations, I must return to take the tests."

The cultivator burst into laughter.

What was book study compared to cultivation? But if you insisted, what harm was there in agreeing?

Overjoyed, Tong Yaoguang departed with the cultivator and began his cultivation journey.

Over the next century—

Whenever the mortal kingdom held examinations, Tong Yaoguang would return to try his luck.

Each time, he failed again and again.

A hundred years later, he finally stopped.

The reason was simple.

The mortal kingdom he came from had been destroyed.

There were no more examinations to take.

Moreover, by then Tong Yaoguang had astonishingly stepped into the Ascension Realm. Even if he wanted to take the exam, he no longer could.

There was nothing to be done.

Later he entered the Celestial World, then the God Realm. His path was smooth all the way.

Though he never gained the title of scholar, his scholarly bearing was impeccable.

Every day he carried classic texts in the God Realm, strolling about, hoping someone would call him a man of letters and fulfill his dream.

The idea itself was not wrong.

But the environment was.

What kind of place was the God Realm? A convergence of heaven’s chosen.

You, a thin scholar, wandering around daily with mortal books—it was truly an eyesore.

Thus some members of the God Race extended "warm" yet unfriendly greetings.

Whenever he encountered such ill-mannered individuals, Tong Yaoguang was even less polite.

He would settle life and death on the spot.

Over time, during that period, the tempers of the God Race grew considerably restrained—

Especially when facing this scholar.

Later, someone who had known Tong Yaoguang in the mortal world also entered the God Realm.

Seeing his current demeanor, that person spread word everywhere that Tong Yaoguang had failed examinations repeatedly in the mortal realm, had never earned even the most basic scholarly title, and came from a family of pig slaughterers.

Clearly trying to artificially embellish his status.

Good news travels slowly. Bad news spreads far.

The story circulated rapidly and became the talk of many members of the God Race.

Eventually, one reckless member of the God Race dared to call him "stinking butcher" to his face.

He truly ceased to exist.

Even his soul was extracted for investigation.

Upon learning the truth, Tong Yaoguang went on a killing spree.

He not only slaughtered those who had spread rumors about him, but also destroyed their Divine Alliance.

In a single rage, a hundred gods fell.

That was how the Fiery Scholar earned his name.

Displease him with a word, and not only would he destroy you—he would shatter your entire Divine Alliance.

Millions of years ago, Tong Yaoguang stopped carrying books around to reason with others.

Instead, he came here and established a Divine Alliance called Quiet Mind Studio.

He laid down a rule:

All members of the God Race entering the divine city must calm their minds and concentrate.

Absolutely no fighting or killing was permitted.

This included the thousand-meter perimeter outside the city.

No one was allowed to act there either.

Otherwise, it would be taken as a personal challenge.

At that point, they would meet atop the mountain peaks—where victory and defeat would be decided, and life and death settled.

It did not take long for someone to discover the hidden benefit within this rule.

If fighting was prohibited inside the city, then regardless of how grave one’s crimes were, could one not hide here for refuge?

As long as one did not leave, others could not forcibly take them away.

Thus, more and more members of the God Race sought asylum within Quiet Mind Studio.

Each voluntarily paid a daily lodging fee of one hundred divine stones.

Tong Yaoguang naturally did not object.

Millions of years passed.

It was not as if no one came seeking revenge.

But none succeeded.

Because the Fiery Scholar guarded the city personally.

The moment anyone made a move—instant execution.

No matter how powerful the opponent.

A name casts a shadow.

Relying on his strength, Tong Yaoguang transformed Quiet Mind Studio into a perfect sanctuary.

Those seeking vengeance all cooperated by staying beyond the thousand-meter boundary.

No one dared challenge the rules.

That was the real reason they had survived for so long.

After hearing the entire story, Ye Yu had only one thought in his mind.

Was this the God Realm’s version of a peace hotel?

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