What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?

"Good fortune lifts the spirit."

Ye Yu's terrifying cultivation speed had allowed Ye Bancheng to see hope for his family reaching the very peak.

An eighteen-year-old in the Demon Emperor Realm.

Not just in the Demon Race.

No, looking across the lower five realms outside the God Realm, who possessed such cultivation speed?

Who?

Who?

Who?

With talent like that, what were the Demon Sovereign Realm and Demon Emperor Realm worth? Mere trifles!

His son was destined for the supreme God Realm!

With a son like this, what more could a father ask for?

As a result, at the banquet held in Dongyao Province, Ye Bancheng could not resist drinking a few extra cups.

His alcohol tolerance had never been good to begin with, and he quickly entered a pleasantly tipsy state.

Then he overheard people at the neighboring table talking about how outstanding some Demon Child was, and how remarkable another Demon Child was.

Ye Bancheng immediately lost his patience.

Slamming the table, he rose to his feet and uttered those heroic words.

The moment they left his mouth, the previously noisy banquet hall fell silent.

Every gaze in the room turned toward Ye Bancheng, their expressions filled with amusement.

Everyone knew that after the last Battle of Ascension, the Demon Lords of the various provinces had been almost completely wiped out. Only Bai Qingsong, the originally weakest Demon Lord of Dongyao Province, had survived.

Naturally, he now stood above all the others.

He even showed faint signs of becoming the common ruler of the entire Demon Race.

A banquet personally hosted by him carried extraordinary significance.

Everyone present was among the top figures of the Demon Race.

Ye Bancheng's strength might have been lacking, but his immense wealth allowed him to gather large numbers of low and mid-level members of the Demon Race around him.

That was why he had barely managed to obtain an invitation.

But after arriving, he had been seated at the children's table near the entrance.

That crushing psychological gap was one of the main reasons he had drunk so much today.

And because of it, the mockery and ridicule in everyone's eyes only grew stronger.

Heh. Causing trouble at Demon Lord Bai's banquet? How many lives do you have to throw away? What an idiot.

Very quickly, Ye Bancheng realized something was wrong.

Seeing the cold smiles on everyone's faces and the murderous looks from the surrounding guards, he sobered up considerably.

"I'm sorry. I've had too much to drink and spoke carelessly. Please forgive me. Please forgive me."

With that, Ye Bancheng prepared to sit back down.

But a gaunt Heart Demon from the neighboring table walked over.

His name was Zhou Jiahuai, Ye Bancheng's sworn rival.

Although his business empire was nowhere near Ye Bancheng's, his cultivation had reached the Demon Emperor Realm. Therefore, unlike Ye Bancheng, he did not have to sit at the children's table.

"What do you mean you're sorry because you drank too much? What, does getting drunk at Demon Lord Bai's banquet give you permission to talk nonsense?"

Ye Bancheng clenched his fists, his expression ugly.

Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have fired back.

But here, in Bai Qingsong's presence, he truly did not dare act recklessly.

So he repeatedly lowered his head.

"My apologies, Demon Lord Bai. My apologies, everyone."

After speaking, Ye Bancheng prepared to sit down and remain silent.

But Zhou Jiahuai directly reached out and grabbed him.

Glancing at Bai Qingsong, who had remained silent the entire time, disappointment flashed through his heart.

He had originally hoped Bai Qingsong would fly into a rage and order Ye Bancheng killed on the spot.

Unfortunately, that did not happen.

Still, Zhou Jiahuai would never pass up a chance to kick a man while he was down.

While holding onto Ye Bancheng, he casually kicked away the stool behind him, sending it sliding far from the table.

"If you're drunk, then get out. Or were you planning to stay and eat?"

The entire banquet erupted in laughter.

Ye Bancheng's face flushed crimson, yet he could not utter a single word in response.

Turning around, he glanced at the overturned chair behind him and dejectedly prepared to leave.

But at that moment, someone who enjoyed watching chaos immediately shouted out.

"Don't rush off! Didn't you say your son is unmatched under heaven and will one day ascend to the God Realm? If that's true, call him over and let us have a look!"

The moment someone took the lead, others immediately joined in.

Soon everyone was shouting for Ye Bancheng to summon his son.

Seated at the head of the banquet, Bai Qingsong asked curiously,

"Who is this person?"

The chief steward hurried forward.

"Reporting to Demon Lord, this man is Ye Bancheng. He is wealthy enough to rival nations and is the richest man in Nirvana Province. He previously donated large quantities of supplies to us, which is why he was invited to this banquet."

"Oh? His surname is Ye, and his son's name contains Yu, then that means..."

Bai Qingsong abruptly rose to his feet.

His expression instantly became incomparably solemn as he stared at Ye Bancheng.

"What did you say your son's name is?"

The moment the Demon Lord spoke, silence descended upon the hall.

Ye Bancheng felt the pressure increase tenfold.

Fortunately, he was completely sober by now.

He quickly replied,

"My son's name is Ye Liye. His childhood name is Feiyu."

Upon hearing that, Bai Qingsong immediately relaxed.

So it was Ye Feiyu.

Looks like he had been overthinking things.

How could that terrifying existence possibly be the son of a merchant?

The chief steward beside him also noticed Bai Qingsong's concern.

He had personally traveled to the Underworld to receive Ye Yu before and knew exactly what the oppressive presence of the boss's boss felt like.

So he immediately stepped forward and quietly said,

"Demon Lord, you're worrying too much. That person hasn't appeared for a very long time. He's probably cultivating in seclusion in the Celestial World. He won't be returning to the Demon Race anytime soon."

Bai Qingsong nodded calmly.

Good.

The less likely it was, the better.

Still, anyone whose father dared boast that he would one day reach the God Realm probably possessed some genuine talent.

In that case, it might be worth calling him over for a look.

If he proved promising, accepting him as a disciple would not be a bad idea.

Of course, Bai Qingsong was not acting out of generosity.

He simply wanted to satisfy a small hobby of his.

In the past, hearing the name Ye Yu had made him want to kneel.

But if he could someday take a disciple named Ye Feiyu and order him around every day, wouldn't that count as fate finally turning in his favor?

The chief steward naturally had no idea what twisted thoughts were running through Bai Qingsong's mind.

He simply assumed the Demon Lord genuinely wanted to take a disciple.

Thus, he walked directly over to Ye Bancheng and said with a smile,

"You truly are fortunate. Demon Lord Bai has given his command. Bring your son here. If his talent is genuinely outstanding, Demon Lord Bai will personally accept him as a disciple. Countless people would fight to the death for an opportunity like this and still fail to obtain it. You'd better make good use of it."

The instant those words were spoken, all the mocking voices around them disappeared.

Everyone looked as though they had swallowed something disgusting.

Especially Zhou Jiahuai.

Becoming Bai Qingsong's disciple was a path straight to the heavens.

As long as Bai Qingsong remained alive, the Ye family would be able to walk sideways across the Demon Race.

How had such overwhelming fortune fallen onto Ye Bancheng's head?

Yet Ye Bancheng could not feel happy at all.

His face was filled with worry.

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