What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1316

Heng Xuanzhen clenched her fists without thinking and said softly, “Try it. If it truly can’t be done, then...then forget it.”

Long years had taught her a truth: some things cannot be forced.

If she truly couldn’t see her master again, then it simply meant there was no fate for it.

Ye Yu nodded and sent his divine sense searching for Lyu Nian’s location.

Fortunately, Lyu Nian’s divine body was sturdy. Even after his own disciple’s sword had split him into the earth, the body hadn’t shattered.

That was good news.

Ye Yu steadied himself and began to cast Demonic Conversion.

Radiant light descended.

Lyu Nian opened his eyes once more and surged up out of the ground, coming to a stand—

—not very steadily.

His right leg was injured; he could only balance on one leg with difficulty.

Even so, it was enough to make Heng Xuanzhen weep for joy.

She dropped to her knees before Lyu Nian and bowed, offering a reverent “Master.”

Ye Yu was pleased as well.

A fallen god-blooded being had been summoned a second time.

That meant as long as the divine body wasn’t too badly damaged, it could be summoned twice, thrice, even without limit.

So long as Ye Yu’s divine power held out, he would command an undying god-blooded host.

Tsk, tsk—he was rich now.

In his delight, Ye Yu let his gaze drift across other parts of Ancient Sword Gorge.

On the map Tao Hua had given him, this {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} was the place with the greatest number of god-blooded fallen.

Back here again, and with Heng Xuanzhen’s attention fixed entirely on Lyu Nian, how could Ye Yu not entertain other thoughts?

Just as he was weighing a suitable excuse to slip away—

—Heng Xuanzhen caught his sleeve.

Ye Yu couldn’t help arching a brow.

No way. Could this woman read minds and know exactly what he was thinking?

“My master is so cold. Does that mean...he no longer has his memories?”

Heng Xuanzhen still looked at Ye Yu with expectant eyes—

—as if in her heart, this man could solve anything.

Ye Yu covered his face with one hand and sighed. “Fellow cultivator, I’m the same as you—I’m god-blooded, and my realm is lower than yours.”

“The only reason I could call your fallen master back is because the divine art is exquisite.”

“But a divine art is a summoning, not a resurrection.”

“Do you understand me?”

At that, the light dimmed in Heng Xuanzhen’s eyes.

Summoning, not resurrection—meaning Lyu Nian was no longer the master he once was, only a summoned construct without feeling.

No matter what she said, he wouldn’t be able to give her much of a response.

Perhaps because her quiet sorrow tugged at him, Ye Yu spoke gently. “Being able to see your master again should make you happy. Don’t be too sad. It’s a reunion of another kind.”

Heng Xuanzhen’s gaze softened. She bowed to Ye Yu with solemn courtesy.

“Thank you, fellow cultivator. If I have the chance one day, I will—”

Before she could finish, Ye Yu waved a hand. “Don’t thank me yet. Would you like to see more of your sectmates? For example, your junior sister Bai Jia?”

Heng Xuanzhen stared, startled.

“How do you know my junior sister’s name?”

“In your coma, you called out several names,” Ye Yu said evenly. “I remembered them. Your master’s, your junior sister’s, and...others.”

Heng Xuanzhen stepped forward, unable to contain herself. “Fellow cultivator, can you truly summon my other sectmates? Even if we can’t speak—just seeing them once would be wonderful. Thank you, thank you!”

That was the upper limit of what Ye Yu could summon. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

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