What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

In truth, from Chu She’s reaction just now, it was clear that his guard was extremely high.

Since that was the case, not lingering was the correct choice.

Some people are like that. The more you chase after them, the more they distance themselves.

But the moment you take the initiative to leave, they circle back on their own.

That is human nature.

Sure enough, just as Ye Yu had predicted, the moment he turned and walked away—

Chu She, still holding the communication stone, could not help but frown.

He was clearly nothing more than a Great God Realm member of the God Race, yet he gave off an inexplicable air of mystery.

Face-reading?

That was far less accurate than deduction.

What kind of decent person reads faces anyway?

Chu She stared [N O V E L I G H T] at Ye Yu’s retreating back and began calculating with his fingers.

Yet the result he obtained was nothing but a stretch of chaos.

Where exactly did this brat come from?

How did he know about the recent arranged duel?

Was he sent by Xiao Luo to deliberately disturb his Dao heart?

No... that should not be the case.

If Xiao Luo knew he was here, Quiet Mind Retreat would have already collapsed.

How could it have waited until now?

After pondering for a long while, Chu She still could not make sense of it.

Forget it. No point overthinking for now. Better to complete that matter first!

Chu She placed the communication stone into his Storage Ring. In the next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

On the other side, Heng Xuan Zhen could not help but ask, “Who exactly was that?”

“A very powerful, very powerful Demon God. Chu She. Ever heard of him?”

Ye Yu answered casually while looking toward the buildings ahead.

This place resembled an ancient mortal city. There were numerous household residences, small in size, most of them single-courtyard homes.

At a glance, one might think this was the mortal world rather than the God Realm.

Chu She—the name of the strongest Demon God.

Naturally, Heng Xuan Zhen knew it.

But she could not imagine that the middle-aged man squatting in the corner just now would actually be Chu She.

It was simply... far too careless.

Even if this was only an illusory world,

Shouldn’t the setting at least follow a normal trajectory?

That was a Divine Venerable Realm powerhouse—someone who could stand in the God Realm and look down upon all living beings.

How could he shrink inside Quiet Mind Retreat and squat in a corner without the slightest image to maintain?

He did not have a shred of expert demeanor.

At the end of the day, it was all a problem of the inner demon.

“Hey, why are you looking at me like that?”

Ye Yu felt puzzled when he noticed Heng Xuan Zhen’s resentful gaze.

You could be shocked. You could even be admiring.

But resentful? What the hell was that about?

“Perfunctory.”

Heng Xuan Zhen uttered those two words calmly before walking forward on her own.

Leaving behind a thoroughly bewildered Ye Yu.

Little White popped out from his collar.

“Big Brother, you’re still too young. Don’t you know women across the Three Realms are all like this?

That’s exactly why I don’t look for a Daoist partner!”

Ye Yu pushed Little White back in with one hand.

“Shut up.”

Ye Yu glanced at Heng Xuan Zhen, subconsciously assuming she did not believe him—that she thought the man was not Chu She and that he was fooling her. That must be why she said he was perfunctory.

Heh. Woman, you still have no idea how powerful my connections are.

Ye Yu did not intend to explain further. Finding Han Yuexi was the real priority.

When Ye Yu and Heng Xuan Zhen arrived at the sixth residence, they discovered that Spring Festival couplets from the mortal world were still pasted on the door.

It looked extremely festive.

The calligraphy was bold and flowing, brimming with the warmth of everyday life.

The upper line read—

Before Ye Yu could take a closer look, the door was pulled open.

A man dressed in a white scholar’s robe stepped out.

Leaning against the doorframe, he said, “Who are you two? You’ve been wandering around here for half a day. What do you want?”

Heng Xuan Zhen glanced at the man but did not speak.

Ye Yu replied softly, “My name is Ye Yu. This is Fellow Daoist Heng Xuan Zhen. We are here looking for someone. And you are?”

“Heh. How novel. Pretending not to know me?

Let’s be honest—you two came here for me, didn’t you?”

The man’s lips curved slightly upward, carrying three parts laziness, three parts wicked charm, and three parts insight that seemed to see through everything.

The tone immediately irritated Ye Yu.

“And who the hell are you to be so confident?”

“My name is Tong Yaoguang.”

“You Tong Yaoguang can shove that—”

Little White popped out again, mouth opening at lightning speed, ready to unleash a torrent of foul language.

But before it could finish, Ye Yu pressed it back down.

The Fiery Scholar Tong Yaoguang did, in fact, have the qualifications to be arrogant.

Still, Ye Yu retained a hint of suspicion and immediately looked around.

Yes, confirmed. This was indeed a civilian residence, not a City Lord’s Mansion.

He tested the waters.

“So you’re City Lord Tong? How do you prove it?”

Tong Yaoguang’s smile deepened.

“I am who I am. Do I really need proof? You’re wondering why I’m here, aren’t you? This is where I live.

Stop looking. There is no City Lord’s Mansion anywhere in this divine city.

I originally wanted to find a sense of home here.

Who would have thought that after a few days, this place would directly turn into a mortal town?

Their construction speed was impressive. And since they offered plenty of things, I simply defaulted to it.

So tell me—did you come here today to build a house, or for something else?”

Ye Yu’s expression grew strange.

“Build a house? Wait, are there any privileges for building one?”

Tong Yaoguang shook his head slightly and spread his hands.

“No privileges at all. But living closer to me would probably make them feel more at ease.

Go on. State your idea or your wish. As long as you can present something that satisfies me, I do not mind fulfilling it.”

Ye Yu’s face instantly darkened.

Why did those words sound so familiar?

Ah. In the past, he was the one who said such things to others. Now the roles had reversed.

Having someone speak to him like that felt extremely unpleasant.

Heng Xuan Zhen spoke again.

“Sloppy.”

She had never come to Quiet Mind Retreat before, nor had she ever met the Fiery Scholar Tong Yaoguang.

Most of her information about this place came from others.

But she simply could not believe that the legendary Fiery Scholar would lean against a doorframe like some village loafer, leisurely chatting about everyday matters.

Fulfilling wishes?

Since when were powerhouses so easy to talk to?

So ultimately, it was all because the inner demon’s setup was too careless.

That “sloppy” was directed at Ye Yu’s explanation.

Tong Yaoguang, however, did not understand.

“Sloppy? What’s sloppy? You think I’m not formal enough like this, don’t you?

Wait here.”

With that, Tong Yaoguang turned and went back inside.

Moments later, when he reappeared, he was wearing a deep blue scholar’s robe, holding a scroll.

A reserved smile of triumph rested on his face, as though he had just topped the imperial examinations.

Terrifying pressure from the Divine Lord Realm burst forth in full force, causing Ye Yu and Heng Xuan Zhen to feel their burden multiply.

“In your minds, do I have to make an entrance like this to meet your expectations?”

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