What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 309

On this day, the Forbidden Yin River Ye Family faced utter destruction.

All of its members were wiped out. Under the relentless onslaught of sword energy, the family’s legacy of ten thousand years was reduced to rubble.

When Ye Yu and Lin Miaoxue left, nothing remained but ruins and deep trenches carved by the sword energy.

Unbeknownst to them, throughout the entire ordeal, an elder clad in a violet robe stood silently within the cliffside of the rear mountain, watching everything unfold.

He made no move to intervene.

This man was Ye Xuanji, the Ye Family’s Grand Elder and Supreme Protector—a late-stage Ascension cultivator and the family’s guardian deity. He had resided in seclusion within the rear mountains for over twenty thousand years.

The number of people who knew of his existence could be counted on one hand.

Even Ye Zhouhao, in his final moments, cast his gaze to the north, silently pleading for this guardian to intervene just once.

But clearly, no aid came.

Ye Zhouhao could not believe that Ye Xuanji, with his level of cultivation, would be unaware of the events unfolding before him.

His lack of response spoke volumes.

Even as he watched his kin slaughtered, Ye Xuanji remained unmoved, as if none of it concerned him. He appeared more like an outsider, observing fleeting passersby.

Calm. Detached.

Ye Xuanji stood for a while, his expression unreadable, before his figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he was inside a vast and frigid hall deep within the rear mountain.

The hall was desolate and dark, save for a single, blood-red pool at its center.

Approaching the pool, Ye Xuanji spoke in an even tone. “The Ye Family is gone. It was Lin Miaoxue and a male cultivator who did it. That man... he’s strange. I cannot read his fate.”

The blood pool began to bubble and churn, eventually forming the shape of a humanoid figure, its features becoming clear.

If Lin Miaoxue were present, she would instantly recognize the man—the Ye Family patriarch of thirty thousand years ago, Ye Jiunian, the very one she had been searching for.

“Ah, the world is vast, filled with countless mysteries. A fate that cannot be read is not so uncommon,” Ye Jiunian remarked. “The Ye Family has been in decline for generations. Their lives of comfort have rotted them to the core.

“But it’s not entirely over. There are still over thirty Ye family members out searching for Lin Miaoxue. As long as they live, so does the family line. Hatred will make them stronger.

“Besides, once I complete my technique, you and I will join forces. Wherever we go, we can rebuild the Ye Family anew.”

Ye Xuanji’s lips parted, as though he wanted to say something, but the words died before they could be spoken. He sighed heavily and turned to leave the hall.

Walking into the cold, dark chamber, he felt an unbearable chill seep into his very soul.

Ye Xuanji was not a heartless man.

Had he been more ruthless in the past, he might have already ascended to the Celestial Realm, rather than being here, watching his kin massacred.

To be honest, when he saw Ye Zhouhao being killed, he had been tempted to step in.

But Ye Jiunian’s telepathic voice had stopped him, reminding him of his duty.

Duty.

Yes, his mission was to protect the blood pool and Ye Jiunian within it.

He had carried out this duty for over twenty thousand years without faltering for even a day.

Yet, in the end, all it had brought was slaughter.

As the Grand Elder of the Ye Family, he had been powerless to act.

What a cruel joke.

For over twenty millennia, Ye Xuanji had never left the rear mountain.

He had watched countless generations of Ye Family children grow, from innocent toddlers to capable adults, quietly observing their lives.

But now, everything had changed.

Emerging from the hall, he stood on the rear mountain, the metallic scent of blood heavy in the air.

For the first time, Ye Xuanji questioned whether the decision he had made all those years ago was a mistake.

On the spirit boat.

Ye Yu gazed at the figure standing at the bow and let out a soft sigh.

During the annihilation of the Ye Family, Ye Yu had thought Lin Miaoxue would feel a sense of joy at avenging her great grudge.

“If I didn’t have the Immaculate Sword Heart, would my brother still be alive?”

Without the Immaculate Sword Heart, the Ye Family would never have schemed against her. Lin Fengyuan wouldn’t have died by their hands.

Lin Fengyuan’s death was a result of fate. Even without the Immaculate Sword Heart, who could guarantee his long life?

Tired? Rest?