What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 308

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Miaoxue looked up. The moment she saw Ye Yu, clad in his black robe, hovering in the air, a smile immediately graced her lips.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, Ye Yu’s arrival brought her an immense sense of peace.

On the other hand, Ye Zhouhao’s expression turned ashen, his eyes locking onto the figure in the sky. He could scarcely believe it—the very person who had killed his son, Ye Xiujié, had dared to show up here, and so quickly at that.

Something wasn’t right.

Absolutely not.

The Forbidden Yin River Ye Family had been secluded for centuries. Most of the younger generation in the cultivation world had never even heard of the Ye Family, let alone their hidden location.

How, then, had Ye Yu found them?

The more he thought about it, the more convinced Ye Zhouhao became that Ye Yu’s appearance was no coincidence.

This man must have specifically targeted the Ye Family.

His voice was low and menacing as he asked, “Who are you? Why did you kill my son? And how did you find the location of my Ye Family’s hidden domain?”

Ye Yu’s tone was calm, indifferent. “I killed your son because he asked for it. He tried to steal my possessions and had the gall to covet my wife, seeking to make her his Dao companion. Such a person deserves nothing less than death. As for how I found this place, it was simple—soul search.”

The casual mention of soul searching stunned the onlookers.

Ye Yu was referring to a soul-searching technique he had used on Ye Xiujin, another direct descendant of the Ye Family. Through it, he had learned not only about the events from thirty thousand years ago but also the Ye Family’s location and even some amusing internal scandals.

It had to be said—the Ye Family’s private affairs were unexpectedly... colorful.

But Ye Zhouhao didn’t share in this amusement. His mind raced to a single conclusion: not only had Ye Yu killed Ye Xiujié, but he had also subjected his son to the soul-searching technique, a method infamous for its brutality, often used only by practitioners of demonic cultivation. The process caused excruciating pain, and the victim’s soul would typically shatter afterward.

Despite his initial resolve, the knowledge that his son’s soul had suffered such torment pushed Ye Zhouhao over the edge.

His composure shattered as he lunged toward Ye Yu with a roar. “I’ll have your life!”

The furious cry echoed through the heavens as the terrifying aura of a mid-stage Ascension cultivator erupted. Six high-grade spirit swords materialized before Ye Zhouhao, radiating an aura of invincibility.

Seeing this, Lin Miaoxue leapt into the air, intending to shield Ye Yu from the attack.

However, before she could get close, a tidal wave of sword intent surged forth from Ye Yu, descending like a heavenly river and enveloping him entirely.

The sheer force of it was tangible, forming an interwoven barrier of sword energy that forced Lin Miaoxue to retreat.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Such fierce sword intent... She had never encountered anything like it.

No wonder Ye Yu showed no interest in the Immaculate Sword Heart. This level of sword mastery alone was enough to dominate everything in its path. It was overwhelmingly powerful.

Ye Yu raised his right hand lightly, and the Yudie, his top-grade spirit sword, materialized out of thin air. With a seemingly effortless motion, he unleashed a single strike.

The surrounding sword energy seemed to respond, surging forward like thunderbolts, aiming directly at Ye Zhouhao.

At that moment, the sword energy transformed into tangible, black blades identical to the Yudie, their edges impossibly sharp.

This was the Hao Ran Mind Sword.

In the blink of an eye, the destructive force obliterated Ye Zhouhao’s six spirit swords as if they were paper. The energy didn’t dissipate but continued its trajectory.

Ye Zhouhao’s body froze mid-air.

A heartbeat later, it exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

It all happened in the span of a breath.

Everyone present was left stunned, frozen in place.

They couldn’t believe their eyes.

The patriarch of the Forbidden Yin River Ye Family, a mid-stage Ascension cultivator, had been slain in a single strike.

How was this possible?

It defied everything they understood about the world.

Standing not far away was Lin Miaoxue, the most feared demon lord from thirty thousand years ago.