What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 970

Perhaps there really is a buff to one’s strength from ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ good food.

Only a few hours later, Feng Yingzhi had already finished crafting the celestial implement that would allow an immortal to descend to the mortal world.

It was, in Ye Yu’s words, a rosy-pink parasol!

Of course, in Feng Yingzhi’s terminology, it was the Soul-Calming Heaven-Screen Umbrella (Zhènhún Píngtiān Sǎn). An immortal could bind a thread of his soul to it and enter the human realm. Once opened, the umbrella would block the Heavenly Dao’s detection for three days. During that time, provided the cultivator didn’t emit massive fluctuations of spiritual energy, they would remain invisible to Heaven’s notice. After three days, the umbrella would automatically return the soul to the Celestial Realm.

That single deploy-and-retrieve function was a revolutionary innovation!

Whenever Feng Yingzhi introduced her creations, she would tilt her chin upward ever so slightly, as if begging to be praised. Ye Yu, however, could only stare at the umbrella and groan in despair.

“Why on earth pink?” he said, pointing at the canopy. “I told you I’m the user. A male immortal should have a black or blue one. At the very least, make it white. A grown man carrying a pink parasol—are you sure that looks good? Or is there some... special meaning?”

“In fact,” Feng Yingzhi said earnestly, “there is special meaning. Because your cultivation is so powerful, even a soul-fragment descending to the mortal realm can exert one percent of your true strength. You’re at Celestial Immortal Realm or even Golden Immortal Realm level, right? If you lose control and attract the Heavenly Dao’s attention—when it sends down world-annihilating lightning to strike you—perhaps seeing the pink, healing-style parasol will soften its heart and it’ll dial back the force!”

When she said this so seriously, Ye Yu felt murderous rage swelling in his chest. “So the Heavenly Dao is your best friend?” he snarled inwardly.

No, don’t be angry. What’s the use of getting mad at a straight-forward, obsessive creator? Her thought process was never like a normal person’s. Maybe she really believed it!

Still, Ye Yu’s discomfort grew. He gritted his teeth, grabbed Feng Yingzhi by the collar, and hauled her close.

“I’m rigid of character,” he said through gritted teeth, “I don’t fear lightning. So strip off your cute pink healing theme and change it to white. Understood?”

“But—”

Feng Yingzhi opened her mouth, intending to defend her pink motif. Before she could speak, Ye Yu cut her off.

“No buts! Make it as I say, or don’t even think about eating roast goose ever again.”

Faced with the temptation of delicacies, Feng Yingzhi wisely chose silence and set to work altering the umbrella.

Meanwhile, Ye Yu used the lull in activity to summon all his consorts and inform them that he would soon journey to the mortal realm.

Just then, Feng Yingzhi presented her revised creation. The Soul-Calming Heaven-Screen Umbrella was indeed now white—but what were all those red little hearts doing on it?

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