What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1091

After the scholar left, a dark face filled Ye Yu’s entire vision.

It was the man known as Ye Tuhu, who had leaned in close.

“Good son, our Ye family has butchered for generations, so I swear that from your generation onward, the name ‘butcher’ will end!” he declared.

“I want our Ye family to produce a clean, scholarly gentleman who stands in the imperial court and enjoys all its honors!”

“You’ve always wanted that life too, haven’t you? Don’t worry—your old man will sell everything I have to help you.”

“From now on, every three days I’ll hire a scholar to read books aloud to you, so you can grow accustomed to the power of words.”

“What was that saying? ‘Cultivate reading from infancy’—you must work hard!”

Listening to Ye Tuhu’s endless nagging, Ye Yu felt his head about to explode.

“Old Dēng, do you have some terrible illness?” he thought.

“I was only born a day ago—by rights I shouldn’t even understand speech yet. What good does it do to have someone read to me?”

“More importantly, in this xuanhuan world, mere reading is useless. Even if you stood at the apex of the court, one day some evil cultivator might take offense and cut you down in an instant!”

“That’s far too insecure!”

“I won’t read books! I’ll become a cultivator! I will comprehend a brand-new Dao and return to the Divine Realm!”

Of course, Ye Yu’s resistance was ineffective. His baby-language protests only convinced Ye Tuhu that pressure was taking effect.

Time flew by.

By the age of five, Ye Yu fully understood his situation. This place was a small mortal dynasty, remote and peaceful, where ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the people lived in relative prosperity.

His father was a butcher named Ye Sandao—sounds heroic, right? Actually it was Grandpa’s whim: since he was Ye Liangdao, his son naturally became Ye Sandao.

Seeing he couldn’t sway his father, Ye Yu retreated to his room and turned to his exclusive synthesis game—his dream-gifted power of Infinite Synthesis.

Through endless experiments he discovered that despite its name, Infinite Synthesis relied on his spirit power. For example, at his age he could only fuse ants ten times before his spirit grew so fatigued he couldn’t continue.

But after prolonged effort, he finally synthesized a monstrous ant over a meter long—truly a spirit beast. It had some intelligence and had even begun cultivating. Ye Yu once visited its nest and saw it sitting cross-legged in meditation.

Can you imagine a giant ant in lotus position? It was absurd, yet he could clearly feel spirit energy converging around it. It was astonishing—and showed him an alternative path of cultivation.

At eighteen, Ye Yu took the imperial examinations and emerged first, bringing glory to his family. He did it not only to satisfy Ye Sandao and Jiang Nuannuan, but most importantly, to make money—literally.

In this dream his talent was abysmal—a mixed spirit root. With such a root, even a small sect wouldn’t take him as a laborer. That shattered his dream of leaving home to cultivate abroad.

But changing that was simple: fuse his root with others’ to evolve into a high-grade spirit root. Yet as a butcher’s son, plundering others’ roots was impossible.

So Ye Yu devised another plan: by earning fame and modest wealth as a top scholar, he could purchase ordinary spirit roots. Was there anything more joyful?