What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1058

“Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin both shot odd glances at Tang Jiansheng.”

“He’s not the Great Lord—Xuehen has long turned to ash. How could he be revived? You really are mad!”

Ye Shou stepped forward and looked down from above: “Gods are powerful, but not omnipotent. Falling means falling—no one, not even I, can resurrect a god. Of course, I eventually changed my mind and came to see you one last time, but I didn’t come here to waste words.”

“I’ll ask you only one thing: do you admit your wrongs?”

Tang Jiansheng, kneeling on the auspicious cloud, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Ye Shou in disbelief!

He was a clever man—otherwise he wouldn’t have become a god.

He heard the implication plainly: confess and there was a good chance to live; refuse and he would die.

To Tang Jiansheng, it was not a complex choice. Only by living could he preserve infinite possibilities!

So he bowed his head and kowtowed, declaring loudly, “Your Grace, I, Tang Jiansheng, admit my wrongs!”

In just eleven commanding words, uttered with solid force and sincere attitude, Ye Shou’s lips twitched upward, and the chill in his gaze thawed slightly. He then turned his eyes toward Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin.

“Let’s make a deal. I roughly know why you seek vengeance against Tang Jiansheng. But as I said, gods cannot be revived. Since he’s gone, why cling to this so stubbornly? I’ll give you a choice: spare Tang Jiansheng, come back with me, and I’ll appoint each of you as an elder of Jiyue Pavilion. You’ll gain supreme authority. How does that sound?”

Gu Ji couldn’t help but laugh.

Over the past ten thousand years, Jiyue Pavilion’s renown in the Immortal Realm had only grown, its strength vastly increased, making it one of the three mightiest divine alliances. For now, becoming an elder was a guarantee of profit—just the title alone would cow many divine clans!

Yet Gu Ji did not accept. She asked instead, “And if we refuse? What then?”

Ye Shou remained silent but rubbed his fingertips together.

The answer was obvious: refusal meant death.

Perhaps Gu Ji and Shen Fuxin had grown strong, but before him they still fell short.

Shen Fuxin pressed a hand to Gu Ji’s shoulder and whispered, “Sister, what do you think we should do?”

Gu Ji turned and, seeing Shen Fuxin’s determined gaze, smiled radiantly.

His question hadn’t been entirely sincere—with that murderous intent nearly overflowing from his eyes, he was no liar!

Gu Ji shook her head and sighed, “Since you call me sister, then I’ll give you the chance.”

“Thank you, sister!”

Shen Fuxin’s eyes softened instantly.

But Tang Jiansheng’s expression was grave.

“Chance? What chance? A choice?”

The next moment, a piercing pain flared in his chest. Tang Jiansheng looked down in horror to see a brilliant red higanbana blooming at his heart!

The Jiyue Pavilion elder fell on the spot.

Gu Ji stepped before Ye Shou, poised for battle.

Indeed, Shen Fuxin’s “what to do” truly meant: who would kill Tang Jiansheng, and who would stop this pavilion lord.

She had never abandoned this vow of vengeance in ten thousand years—even if she died here, she would take Tang Jiansheng with her!

Nothing could alter Shen Fuxin’s deepest obsession.

Ye Shou watched Tang Jiansheng’s body dissipate and scoffed.

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