What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 880

In the sanctuary, the Pilgrimage Hall was of paramount importance.

In the past, Elder Huang—an Imperial-level cultivator—had always been stationed there, assisted by four Saint Envoys of the Demon King Realm. But since the demonic qi had only just reawakened yesterday, Elder Huang Zhufeng was still stabilizing his cultivation within the Blessed Land Grotto-Heaven and would not assume his post for some time.

For now, the Pilgrimage Hall was defended by only the four Demon King–level Saint Envoys. Ye Yu followed the envoy guarding the entrance straight to the heart of the hall. After sizing up the four demon tribesmen before the doors, he snapped his fingers. Using the Divine Mind Control Technique, he seized control of all four and ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ issued his command within their minds.

Instantly, they each produced a small bronze token. Fitting them together, they pressed the composite into the Pilgrimage Hall’s grand stone doors. With a rumble, the great doors slowly opened. One envoy stepped forward, retrieved a cultivation manual, and handed it to Ye Yu.

He lowered his gaze and saw only a single character emblazoned on the cover, yet it exuded overwhelming authority:

“Di.”

Ye Yu stored it in his Ring of Holding and turned to leave—this was no place to study new techniques face-to-face amid so many eyes; he would return later to examine it in peace. Indeed, this journey had been astonishingly smooth!

Just as Ye Yu allowed himself a moment’s relief, a fierce shout rang out behind him: “Everyone, halt!”

Ye Yu stopped and turned. Floating above them was an elderly man with yellow hair, eyes blazing with anger—none other than Elder Huang Zhufeng, charged with guarding the Pilgrimage Hall.

“How could this half-step Emperor-level cultivator arrive so soon?” Ye Yu thought. The envoys had been told it would take Elder Huang time to stabilize his realm. Had he discovered Ye Yu already? He narrowed his eyes. Though Ye Yu, at the late Demon King Realm, feared no half-step Emperor in direct combat, here in the sanctuary the odds were far less favorable—other elders and dozens of envoys would surely join the fray.

As Ye Yu’s mind raced for an escape, Elder Huang Zhufeng snapped his fingers and barked at the four envoys accompanying Ye Yu: “You four idiots! Neglecting your post at the Pilgrimage Hall—where do you think you’re going?”

Only now did Ye Yu realize the five Saint Envoys around him were still under his control, obediently following in a perfect line. Since Elder Huang had spoken, it was awkward to keep them trailing behind. With a thought, he released his command, and the four envoys returned to guard the hall, bowing apologetically to Elder Huang—but his expression remained dark.

In a flash, Elder Huang stood before Ye Yu. “I’ve never seen you before—are you new here?”

Ye Yu bowed his head slightly. “Yes. Elder Qiao Wensong brought me to the sanctuary.”

At the mention of Qiao Wensong, Elder Huang’s frostiness thawed—he and Qiao had been comrades for years. “If Old Qiao sent you, then there’s no problem. Go on—when you see him again, give him my regards.”

“I will, of course!” Ye Yu replied and resumed his departure.

Elsewhere, Ye Yu stepped beyond the sanctuary and immediately used the Spirit-Ghost Formation Diagram to return to the Peacock Clan’s territory. Nangong Jingtang rushed forward. “Well? Did it succeed? Any surprises?”

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