What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 947

Ye Yu awoke after an indeterminate time, his eyes fluttering open to unfamiliar surroundings. He frowned as he took in the scene.

“You’re awake?” a familiar voice asked. Ye Yu turned his head and saw Xu Nanqiao seated not far away, engrossed in writing.

He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain stopped him. Glancing down, he saw a grim sword scar across his chest.

Only now did he fully «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» recall that as he had slain Tang Tianjia, the latter had driven a sword through him. He remembered excruciating pain, then blackness.

At the time, Ye Yu had even thought his dream would shatter and he’d return to reality. But clearly that had not happened—he had survived.

“Tsk tsk tsk, lucky indeed,” came Xu Nanqiao’s dry comment. “If it weren’t for Ling Qiansha and the Fragmented Sword Demon-Slaying Art injuring Tang Tianjia first, you’d have truly fallen in the Heavenly Realm. The power of an Immortal Emperor Realm cultivator is formidable.”

Ye Yu exhaled and said softly “Should I be thanking you?”

Xu Nanqiao set down her brush and rose to his side, studying him. “You needn’t thank me. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me go first back there. And if thanks are due, thank luck—it granted our return to the Demon Realm.”

She paused, gaze distant. “Do you know that in the Ascension War this time, Dongyao Prefecture deployed over nineteen hundred demons? Only about three hundred returned. Other prefectures fared similarly. That we two escaped on the final wave was no small feat.”

Ye Yu couldn’t help but smile. Thank luck—how amusing. He had half expected Xu Nanqiao to demand some reward for saving his life. Instead, she asked for nothing, elevating her in his estimation.

Xu Nanqiao smiled faintly. Something about Ye Yu’s smile struck her as rather pleasing, then she blinked and resumed her seat. As she wrote she asked, “What will you do next?”

“What do you mean?” Ye Yu winced but pushed himself up. “We’re back in the Demon Realm—do what we must.”

He stared seriously at his scar. Since cultivating Demon’s Arrival in Heaven his physique had improved remarkably—injuries normally healed in moments. Yet here, back in the Demon Realm, this wound lingered fresh. Peering closer, he saw lingering sword intent preventing normal regeneration.

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