What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1029

Ye Yu muttered to himself, “The contest of the Great Dao—fighting Heaven, fighting Earth, fighting men—is far too exhausting!”

He had battled for over a million years, even tens of millions, and had already become a god—why couldn’t he take a break?

“I have but one wish: to make this village the sole pure land of the Six Realms, free of conflict, tranquil and harmonious. To help one another without intrigue or betrayal, so we may all strive for true strength together!”

Chu Ge had spoken these three sentences to every god in the village.

Moved by his sincerity, they all chose to remain.

Shen Fuse Xin was no exception.

After fighting countless lifetimes, she was utterly weary.

Like the others, she built herself a thatched hut to rest and recover, enjoying the time in the Celestial Realm.

As Chu Ge had promised, the gods here coexisted peacefully—no schemes, each one warm and open.

It was an ideal environment for cultivation.

After explaining the situation, Shen Fuse Xin paused and softly said, “Actually, if you haven’t decided on your future path, you’re welcome to stay here for a while. Senior Chu is very welcoming—there’s no worry that he’d refuse.”

Ye Yu smiled but did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his gaze outward.

A soothing flute melody drifted through the air, carrying a strange power that calmed the mind.

Shen Fuse Xin whispered, “Whenever that happens, Senior Chu plays his flute to soothe a Demon God’s mind. Legend says he acquired a demonic instrument in the Demon Realm. Though it helped him slaughter countless foes, it also let inner demons take root, driving him into fits of madness and violence. Only the flute can free him from that torment.”

“But in recent times,” she continued, “its effect has waned—his inner demon has grown too strong to tame.”

Ye Yu raised an eyebrow.

“A flute to soothe a mind demon—Chu Ge truly is a master flautist!”

He paused. “Wait... inner demon? Violence? That counts as negative emotion points!”

He couldn’t let that opportunity slip.

“I also have a technique to restore calm,” Ye Yu said eagerly. “Would you allow me to try? Perhaps it will work even better.”

Shen Fuse Xin looked surprised, but she did not hesitate.

“In a world of boundless wonders, it’s not odd for you to possess a unique skill,” she said. “In just half a month, you rose from Half-Step Ghost Emperor to Shenren in the Celestial Realm. A strange art fits you well.”

She led Ye Yu to a thatched hut at the village’s southern edge.

Though it appeared ordinary, the hut was protected by over a hundred formation talismans—defenses that were awe-inspiring.

A roar sounded from within, a savage shockwave bursting forth. All the talismans activated at once, shining with layers of runes that circled the hut.

Yet Ye Yu still felt a terrifying pressure.

A muffled pounding echoed from inside—each strike shattering another layer of formation.

Shen Fuse Xin’s face grew pale. “Be careful. The Demon God inside is at Dashen level—terrifyingly strong. Even Senior Chu alone subdued him. We can’t handle this; we should leave at once!”

Before they could move, the flute melody stopped and Chu Ge appeared, his expression uncharacteristically grave.

He swept his sleeve and began casting a divine technique to reinforce the formations.

Multicolored lights swirled around him, drawn by his will to converge above the hut.

The pounding inside grew more frantic.

Chu Ge raised a single hand and called out, “Xiao Shen, young friend, you two must leave now! The barrier won’t hold much longer!”

Before Ye Yu and Shen Fuse Xin could answer, every formation shattered.

A colossal figure, three zhang tall, emerged. Backlit by the sun, its features were cloaked in shadow, yet its oppressive aura pressed down on them.

Shen Fuse Xin trembled. “It’s too late!”

Ye Yu, however, remained calm. He formed a sword finger and thrust it forward.

Purple qi peeled away from the giant, converging at Ye Yu’s fingertip.

Chu Ge and Shen Fuse Xin watched in bewilderment.

In the next instant, the towering form rapidly shrank to normal height.

Ye Yu paid it no mind—instead, he harvested the negative emotions it had produced.

Since he had not directly caused the turmoil, he could not collect its resentment through ordinary means. But by wielding the Great Dao of Negative as King, he absorbed the Demon God’s anguish into himself.

No wonder a Dashen’s negative energy could match all he’d gathered thus far. It was a fruitful day indeed.

Gu Ji insisted he try it on, offering to tailor it if it didn’t fit—a testament to her dexterity. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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