What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1033

Qin Zizhu’s face contorted in pain. The mental humiliation far surpassed the physical injury. He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he’d felt such utter disgrace. If he could, Qin Zizhu would have given up everything just to set his own affairs in order first. But at that moment, the Zhan Ma Dao (the Executioner’s Blade) hovered less than an inch above his head—there was nowhere to dodge.

Fueled by grief and rage, Qin Zizhu channeled his anguish into strength and raised his hands to block. Countless peach blossoms sprang up, completely enveloping the Zhan Ma Dao. Then, with a shift of Qin Zizhu’s hands, brilliant peach blossoms blossomed beneath Ye Yu’s feet, scattering sparks of light. A murderous intent welled up.

Ye Yu dared not underestimate him and instantly unleashed Burn Nine Nether, incinerating the peach blossoms. At the same time, he activated Negative for King. A purple mist spread over all the peach blossoms and engulfed Qin Zizhu as well. Qin Zizhu’s eyes reddened; he grew unbearably restless and roared as he charged at Ye Yu. It was as if he’d abandoned all hope and was determined to perish together.

But Ye Yu had no such intention. First, he trapped the agitated Qin Zizhu in an illusion with his Thousand Dreams Illusion, then infused divine power into his Zhan Ma Dao to shatter the peach blossom seal. Finally, he delivered a single stroke. Qin Zizhu fell dead on the spot, and his blood was wholly absorbed by the Zhan Ma Dao.

In that instant, the blade seemed to drink deeply, its once-dull surface brightening once more. As its savage aura reemerged, it returned to the ranks of divine artifacts. Yet Ye Yu paid it no heed; he sheathed it and lifted the white jade flute from Qin Zizhu’s waist.

“Village Chief Chu, at a time like this, what are you waiting for? Are you abandoning the jade flute?” His words echoed through the thatched hut.

The next moment, the surroundings shifted in an instant. Ye Yu stood above the clouds, and Chu Ge stood not far off with his hands folded behind his back. Somehow, the jade flute was already in his hand.

“I’m curious—how did you know this was my jade flute? Mine was cyan, wasn’t it? You’ve seen it before!” Chu Ge challenged.

Ye Yu said coldly, “A flute’s appearance can change, but your ability to play it shows in your grip. Qin Zizhu was clearly an amateur—just posing. From the start, the flute sound was yours. You’re the only one in the village who can play!”

At these words, Chu Ge’s eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked, “So you understand flute music too?”

“A little,” Ye Yu replied—truly only a little, not feigned modesty. Su Yao was well versed in music and sometimes produced flute sounds, so Ye Yu had learned a few basics.

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