What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1282

With a clean slide, Luo Shu braked neatly at the great hall’s threshold and peered ahead with caution.

Dust billowed in waves; nothing inside was visible.

Yet Luo Shu could clearly sense a power of terrifying magnitude within.

A faint violet radiance kindled.

Luo Shu lowered his stance, nerves taut as a drawn bow.

“Here it comes.”

A figure strode out of the roiling smoke.

His entire skin was veiled in violet demonic sigils, like an ancient demon god descended.

Each step he took made the entire God Alliance shudder.

It was none other than Ye Yu.

The instant he saw him, Luo Shu’s eyes flew wide. He asked in disbelief, “How—how is it you?”

Ye Yu looked a bit embarrassed. “Sorry. I just finished cultivating a body-tempering method, and I’m not quite used to the strength in my body yet.”

“I accidentally crushed the entire floor of the hall.”

“But it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

“The restoration array will gradually fix it—just needs time.”

Luo Shu turned a deaf ear to the explanation, as if he hadn’t heard a word.

His gaze roamed over the sigils covering Ye Yu.

“Undying Dragon Chant, overlooking the Nine Heavens, ringing through the Eight Desolations...”

“No. This is wrong—far too wrong.”

“So many ancient demon body-tempering methods... fully fused together?”

“And most importantly—you, a Yokai—how can you cultivate Demon Race arts?”

“Speak. Who are you really?”

Luo Shu was nearly growling.

He couldn’t help it; everything before his eyes overturned his understanding.

He simply couldn’t accept it.

Seeing how serious Luo Shu was, Ye Yu spread his hands and let out a long breath.

“I was planning to get along with you like an ordinary god-clan member, but that wasn’t going to work. Fine, I’ll drop the act and lay my cards on the table: I’m the one-in-ten-thousand kind of prodigy from the legends.”

Ye Yu delivered it like a joke—exactly the cover story he had prepared.

He knew that once he fully fused and improved those arts, a massive surge of divine power was inevitable.

There was no hiding it from Luo Shu.

So he had thought everything through in advance—backups included.

Hence his unruffled calm.

However, Luo Shu had survived tens of millions of years; he wasn’t so easily fooled.

“What prodigy or not?” he snapped coldly. “I’ve lived long ages and seen geniuses as countless as the stars. No matter how gifted, a Yokai cannot cultivate Demon Race arts.”

“The difference between a yokai body and a demon body is enormous.”

“Don’t think you can brush me off so easily.”

Ye Yu nodded. “You’re right—Yokai can’t cultivate Demon Race arts. But what if I told you what I’m cultivating isn’t Demon Race at all?”

“You’re still spouting non—”

Halfway through, Luo Shu trailed off.

Ye Yu snapped his fingers. The sigils across his body reversed their flow, and at his wrist, phantom serpent-dragons of the Yokai emerged and drifted lazily.

Look closely and those serpent-dragons bore sigils as well—

—but there was no trace of any demon-god power.

It was like writing a literature exam where every question came from mathematics.

Completely illogical.

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