What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1206

When Yan Yong at last produced the Xuanba Shitian Axe (Supreme Conquest Sky-Devouring Axe), Dongfang Yelai’s heart had leapt with joy. He had already imagined how he would receive this priceless artifact.

But to his utter disbelief, he watched as Yan Yong placed the axe into Xie Buyu’s hands instead!

In that moment, Dongfang Yelai’s fury boiled over. He could not understand why his master had gone back on his promise to give him the axe.

Memories of five years spent groveling at Yan Yong’s feet flashed before his eyes—scenes in which he had humiliated himself daily, like a clown in a circus, all for the sake of earning what he believed was rightfully his share. And in the end, he had received nothing. It was a monumental joke—and a grave insult.

Unrestrained rage filled Dongfang Yelai’s chest. He stormed before Yan Yong and demanded, “Master, what do you take me for? Toilet paper—used once and discarded? You promised to give me that axe! Why didn’t you?”

Perhaps affronted by being questioned so openly, Yan Yong’s face darkened. With a thunderous voice, he reprimanded his disciple’s greed: “Even if I was drunk that day and babbled, I have every right to change my mind! It’s your impetuous character—day after day you waste your time on trifles instead of refining your cultivation. What makes you worthy to inherit my legacy? Or to take leadership of the Fate Hall?

“Moreover, by all rules of seniority, Xie Buyu is the eldest—it is only fitting she succeed me!”

At this last declaration, Dongfang Yelai’s eyes turned blood-red. “Seniority? By that logic, I should have been first—after all, I was the very first to stand by your side! If you loathe me so, then I will walk my bright path and you yours: we shall never meet again!”

With this scathing retort, he stormed out of the Fate Hall. Yan Yong trembled in anger, pointing after the departing figure, speechless.

Two days passed, and in his pride, Dongfang Yelai refused to return. He resolved to venture alone into the Divine Realm, never to step foot in that cursed place—or the Divine Alliance—again.

But then Zhu Qiyuan found him. Instinctively, Dongfang Yelai assumed his Second Senior Brother had come to persuade him. “If you’re here as a mediator, get lost—I'm never going back!”

Instead, Zhu Qiyuan handed him a flask of divine wine. “Mediator? Nonsense. Fourth Junior Brother, you were right. Master is an old fool: he promised you the axe, then gave it to Senior Sister. It’s a mockery! Why should I, the Second Brother, get nothing?”

As Zhu Qiyuan defended him, Dongfang Yelai seized the wine and drained it. Encouraged, he agreed: “I refuse to submit any longer!” 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

“We will take what is ours,” Zhu Qiyuan pressed on. “But we need help. My eldest brother, the Demon God, will lend us aid. Together, we’ll seize the Xuanba Shitian Axe from Master—and then kill him!”

When the day arrived, they lay in wait. Yan Yong appeared, looking gaunt and wearied. Gou Langtu and his men attacked, driving Yan Yong back step by step—until the master drew {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} forth the Xuanba Shitian Axe.

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