What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? - Chapter 22

    On this day, Hongluan took Ye Yu away from Wuzhi Peak and began a spree across various locations in the Azure Cloud Sect.

    Initially, when people from other peaks saw Hongluan bringing along her newly accepted disciple, they didn’t pay much attention.

    After all, what kind of decent disciple could a master who always lost at gambling possibly train?

    Want to play with spirit stones? Let’s go all in!

    But the result?

    Ye Yu, leveraging the gambling reward he received from the Dream System, always won.

    In less than a day, Hongluan had won a fortune.

    Throughout the Azure Cloud Sect, Hongluan’s unrestrained laughter echoed.

    For the first time in a thousand years, Hongluan felt such pride.

    It wasn’t until nightfall that she reluctantly brought Ye Yu back to Wuzhi Peak.

    The reason was that Ye Yu had told her that his luck in gambling worsened at night.

    He had to say so, otherwise, Hongluan might have kept him gambling until dawn.

    Back on Wuzhi Peak.

    “Hahaha!!! My good disciple, you truly are my lucky star! I’ve never seen anyone as fortunate as you. Amazing! Follow me, and I promise you’ll live a life of luxury!”@@@@

    Hongluan hugged Ye Yu’s neck and looked up to the sky laughing.

    She was finally able to hold her head high!

    Ye Yu felt a tremendous pressure. No doubt, his master’s weapons were incredibly strong, almost suffocatingly so.

    However, Ye Yu didn’t let this get to his head. Taking advantage of Hongluan’s good mood, he quickly said, “Master, this is my second day under your tutelage. Shouldn’t you start teaching me how to cultivate? Otherwise, if my strength is too weak, it will bring shame to you when we go out.”

    Hongluan laughed teasingly and released Ye Yu. “Want to cultivate? No problem, I’ll give you a top-notch cultivation technique!”

    “Thank you, Master!” Ye Yu immediately bowed in gratitude.

    Hongluan then retrieved an ancient book from her storage ring.

    “Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll give this to you. The ‘Qinglian Thunder Sword Art.''”

    Hearing the name of this technique, Ye Yu’s expression became quite vivid.

    What? The ‘Qinglian Thunder Sword Art’? Isn’t this a technique only the elders of Azure Cloud Sect can cultivate?

    Suddenly, he remembered that the fairy in the dream who had given him this technique back then seemed to be from the Azure Cloud Sect.

    Ye Yu had already mastered this technique to the level of great achievement. However, his current strength was insufficient to fully utilize it.

    “Senior Sister Xie, let me explain. The unified pricing of the Construction Hall was increased ten years ago. You just didn’t know. And I haven’t even accounted for labor and overtime costs. I’ve really done my best.”

    This man named Gongshu Zhe loudly defended himself to avoid further harm.

    He had heard before that among the eighteen peculiarities of the Azure Cloud Sect, one was the poorest mountain, Wuzhi Peak.

    Because of Hongluan’s gambling misfortune, Wuzhi Peak was known to be extremely poor. So, everyone in the Azure Cloud Sect knew not to mention spirit stones on Wuzhi Peak.

    However, Gongshu Zhe believed that charging for his work was only fair. Leaving empty-handed was not the Construction Hall’s style.

    But the next second, a white figure approached from afar and stood in front of Gongshu Zhe, speaking coldly, “I don’t understand all this talk about price increases. Since you say you’ve done your best, then let’s go with the price from ten years ago, with a little discount. Two spirit stones! Take it or leave it. If you don’t want it, get lost!”

    This icy voice, coupled with eyes ready to kill at any moment, was quite intimidating.

    This gave Ye Yu a new understanding of his senior sister. It was completely different from her politeness yesterday.

    But why did he always feel like this was the real Xie Muling?

    And what exactly were they talking about with the price increase?

    Gongshu Zhe, a dignified man of seven feet, also instantly became red-eyed.

    “Two spirit stones? Fellow Taoist, tell me, where can you still find such a cheap price to build a bamboo pavilion nowadays?”

    Upon hearing this, Xie Muling finally noticed Ye Yu not far away, looking at him with a shocked expression.

    Her aggressive momentum diminished by two notches.

    “Junior brother, the bamboo pavilion has already been built for you. Go back and rest first. I’ll negotiate with him.”

    Negotiate?

    Is this what you call negotiation?

    Clearly, it’s bargaining with a life!

    Gongshu Zhe stood up angrily.

    Today, he admitted defeat.

    If he continued to argue, he might end up spending more than just this amount on medical bills.

    So he said in a low voice, “Two spirit stones it is, I agree!”

    Xie Muling slightly turned her head in his direction.

    “Why raise your voice like that? Trying to scare my junior brother?”

    At this moment, Gongshu Zhe felt an overwhelming intent to kill from Xie Muling.

    He was going to die.

    Really going to die!