What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1051

This age, what kind of person is most detestable?

The answer is fraudsters!

By delving into Xue Hen’s memories, Ye Yu learned much. First, Mount Falling Thunder truly exists and naturally suppresses inner devils. But this spot underfoot was not the real Mount Falling Thunder; it was a simulacrum of Xue Hen’s creation, designed solely to uphold his highborn godly image for courting purposes!

Indeed, this old rogue was nothing but a philanderer. Although he had reached the Heavenly God tier, most of his thoughts were devoted to women. Otherwise, with his talent, he would never have stopped here.

He once crossed paths with Shen Fuxin and immediately declared his love. Even after being rejected, he refused to let the idea go. He graciously told her it didn’t matter—if they couldn’t be lovers, they could still be friends, and she could seek his aid anytime, which he would never refuse.

Shen Fuxin’s visit seeking help presented the perfect opportunity, so he eagerly agreed.

It must be said, Jiyue Pavilion—one of the foremost Divine Pacts—does have genuine heritage and true methods for combating inner devils. Yet Xue Hen never intended to save Gu Ji. He only wished to threaten Shen Fuxin into becoming his wife. As for Gu Ji and Ye Yu—dead or alive, what did that matter to him?

No—more precisely, Ye Yu had to die here. Xue Hen knew Shen Fuxin loved Ye Yu, so he planned to use the possessed Gu Ji to slay Ye Yu and sever Shen Fuxin’s attachment forever. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Everything had been plotted, merely waiting for Shen Fuxin to step into his trap.

But Xue Hen miscalculated: Ye Yu’s strength was overwhelming. He charged in, upended the plan, and ultimately killed Xue Hen outright.

How ironic—baiting the hook only to become the beaten fish. So unjust! If only Xue Hen had been more cautious. But dead gods cannot revive; it was over—spirit extinguished, body reduced to ash.

Ye Yu’s mind cleared... yet when he looked back at Shen Fuxin, about to awaken, he felt troubled again. One person possessed by an inner devil was headache enough—now Shen Fuxin too. And worst of all, it was because of him that she’d contracted one. What a sin!

Ye Yu sighed, then lifted Shen Fuxin and, carrying Gu Ji, departed the false pavilion.

Moments later, the three arrived at the real Mount Falling Thunder, thirty thousand li north of Jiyue Pavilion. The scenery echoed Xue Hen’s imitation, but the true god-lightning strikes inspired reverent awe.

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