What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1197

Inside the Wuliang Hall Alliance,

Ye Yu reopened the alliance manual and began to read.

On the final page there was indeed a carved stone portrait of a woman. From her features, it could only be Xie Buyu. Yet her hairstyle and expression were completely different. In the photo she smiled gently, her eyes brimming with unshakable confidence, as if she held the entire world in her grasp.

Recalling the Xie Buyu he’d just met, the contrast was staggering. The greatest difference lay in her gaze. One looked like a fresh graduate convinced the world revolved around her; the other resembled a top executive hardened by over a decade in the field, indifferent to everything. Truly, the real Xie Buyu and her portrait were like two different people. No wonder Ye Yu hadn’t recognized her.

It was clear that the position of Wuliang Hall Alliance leader was no easy seat—look what it had done to this woman.

“Shangshen, you’ve returned? I knew you’d be fine!” 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Hong Zhencheng’s familiar voice rang out ahead. He bounded over, beaming with unrestrained joy. Ye Yu regarded him calmly and asked softly, “Zhencheng, do you really want me to die?”

“Shangshen, how could I say that?” Hong Zhencheng blurted, waving his hands. “You’re my idol—I respect you more than I can say. Why would I want you dead?”

Ye Yu had returned to Wuliang Hall chiefly to see Hong Zhencheng. Reflecting on his antics, Ye Yu suspected there’d been some hidden trap. He’d vowed to press Hong Zhencheng for any clue—and even kill him if necessary. But in the end he sighed. With the dream system’s aid, Ye Yu truly understood people: the eyes were the windows to the soul. After so many experiences, he could almost tell a lie by a glance. Hong Zhencheng sounded sincere. His past behavior must have been thoughtless rather than malicious—call it genuine honesty or total lack of foresight. He simply underestimated Ye Yu’s power, and his cheeky jibes had yielded surprising results.

“Silly brat, you pass,” Ye Yu muttered, shaking his head.

Hong Zhencheng pressed anxiously, “Shangshen, what’s wrong? Why the sighs and headshakes?”

“Nothing—just stay back. My mother told me not to play with fools.” Ye Yu waved him off.

Hong Zhencheng frowned, “Fools? And... who’s your mother?”

With these treasures in hand, Ye Yu wasted no time ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) and headed for Elder Ge’s annex. The quality was merely above average; even if he consumed them himself, his cultivation wouldn’t rise much. Better to curry favor—perhaps Elder Ge would gift him a true divine artifact for protection. From yesterday’s battle it was clear that a single fine artifact could turn the tide—like the Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Umbrella.

That he’d survived was no shock—Wuliang Hall’s top provocateur. Without genuine skill, he’d have been cut down long ago. Yet what amazed Ye Yu was the black umbrella at his hip: the Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Umbrella!

So this fellow had faced three enraged Burial Gods Alliance elders, escaped unscathed, and even claimed their artifact? Incredible—especially since their cultivations far exceeded Nangong Yantian’s.

“Tsk, tsk—Ye Yu, I heard from Hong Zhencheng that you single-handedly held off dozens of Burial Gods yesterday. Impressive. Why haven’t I seen you before?”

Nangong Yantian approached when Ye Yu halted, his bright smile slightly forced as if wrenched into place.

Ye Yu replied softly, “I only joined the alliance two days ago. It’s natural the elders haven’t met me. As for stopping dozens alone—it’s true. But if the alliance leader hadn’t intervened, I’d have died. My strength is too low. That’s an indisputable fact.”

He then deliberately revealed his true cultivation: Early True God Realm.