What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 906

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“I really don’t know what you’re on about. Who do you think you are? With the two Sacred Hall Envoys here, and you still dare to shout? Envoys, please—show him your might!”

Niu Shixiao, convinced that having Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi as bodyguards made him invincible, continued his bluster. Humiliated by Yue Wanqiu at the Succession Ceremony, he couldn’t resist one last taunt. After shouting, he even bowed half a step, gesturing for Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi to attack.

But to his utter shock, Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi turned on him in an instant and killed him on the spot. The sudden scene left Niu Erhua and Niu Li staring with wide eyes. Ye Yu offered no explanation—instead, he immediately led Yue Wanqiu away from the Manniu Clan and set off toward the Sacred Hall. Today’s mounts: Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi. Not as prestigious as Elder Qiao, but better than none.

Half an hour earlier, when Yue Wanqiu described her Dreamscape experience, Ye Yu had sensed something amiss: a stranger in his place of downfall and the disappearance of the “Emperor” Scripture. Too many coincidences. He’d considered waiting for Nangong Jingtang, then returning alone to the Yao Realm to infiltrate the Hall. But with envoys at his heels, why wait? Better to go now and end it.

With two Demon King Realm apex warriors as mounts, Ye Yu and Yue Wanqiu reached the Sacred Hall’s perimeter in no time. A monkey demon guardian frowned at their arrival.

Zhuo Kong? Zhuo Yi? Why are you riding in with these outsiders? If Elder Qiao sees this, you’ll be in trouble

As Sacred Hall Envoys, they should show no respect to outsiders. But before the guardian could finish, Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi wove an array to pin him in place. In the next breath, a thousand-zhang Zhaohun Banner Lu Xian fell from the sky, impaling the guardian’s heart. In moments, the Demon King Realm warrior was reduced to paper, his soul trapped on the banner. Despite his struggles, he could not break free.

Ye Yu, with a thought, swaggered in carrying the banner. ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) In the prior battle, the banner’s million souls had been nearly spent—but here, among the Sacred Hall’s demons, it would be well fed.

News of the disturbance spread quickly. Three demons who looked useful caught Ye Yu’s eye; he unleashed his Spirit-Domination Mind-Control Art at its limit, controlling them to fight other envoys. To boost his numbers, he unveiled the Ten-Thousand Ghosts Night-March Map, summoning a tide of spirits. With the banner and ghosts, resisting any Sacred Hall Envoy was more than enough.

His goal was clear: the Pilgrimage Hall, where he had once obtained the “Emperor” Scripture. Time to see its secrets again—though he would not open it.

Yue Wanqiu followed, astonished by the chaos. She knew Ye Yu was strong, but never imagined he could shake the fabled Sacred Hall without lifting a finger—yet with immortal and ghostly artifacts, he held the upper hand. Such power was terrifying. Still, she believed the Hall must have deeper trump cards. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Soon they stood before the Pilgrimage Hall. Waiting was Elder Huang Zhufeng, yellow-haired and calm. Ye Yu had once briefly crossed paths with him in the Dreamscape—then Ye Yu had bluffed him with Elder Qiao’s name and escaped with the Scripture. Now Huang Zhufeng’s easy demeanor felt suspiciously casual.

Ye Yu had no time for subterfuge; he would enter head-on.

“You people have quite the nerve, trespassing on the Sacred Hall and controlling our envoys. Don’t you know the meaning of death?”

Huang Zhufeng’s voice was cold and composed. To him, these were merely rogue Demon King Realm warriors—no threat to his Half-Step Emperor Realm might.

But overconfidence would be his downfall. Ye Yu knew a single technique could not fell such seasoned elders. He needed another approach.

With a step forward, the ground beneath Huang Zhufeng transformed into a vast, radiant array. The brilliance made the elder frown: an array? He prepared to retreat and attack from a distance.

At that moment, black flames that consumed the Nine Nether rained down, sealing his escape upward.

Surrounded? he snorted, forming his seals to vanish.

But just as his hands met, his body froze—paralyzed. He looked up in alarm: the three bright moons above had vanished, replaced by a pair of colossal, hypnotic pupils. He was trapped in Ye Yu’s ultimate illusion. Too late, Huang Zhufeng realized his mistake.

It had to be admitted: a Half-Step Emperor Realm demon’s physique was indeed formidable. But no matter how powerful, they could not withstand Heaven’s Thunder and Ghost Fire delivered head-on. Huang Zhufeng fell on the spot, his soul immediately hurled into the Zhaohun Banner Lu Xian. A Half-Step Emperor Realm soul would not go to waste—Ye Yu had grander uses in mind.