What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real?!

“Senior Sister, please let go!”

“Impossible to let go. You’ve been gone so long without returning. What’s the harm in me taking a few sniffs?”

“Senior Sister, please, mind your behavior. We’re fellow disciples. You can’t act like this.”

“Don’t speak, don’t move!”

Ye Yu covered his face with one hand.

Communication with Senior Sister failed!

What should he do now?

Xie Muling had already been clinging to him for a long time and showed no intention of letting go.

Ye Yu wanted to pull her off, but the harder he tried, the tighter she held on.

Ye Yu was at his wit’s end.

Senior Sister, stop moving, or I might really have to draw my sword!

Ye Yu clenched his fists.

While trying hard to control his emotions, he whispered, “Senior Sister, I’m sorry!”

Upon hearing this, Xie Muling suddenly looked up. A few stray hairs stood up on her head, her eyes filled with confusion, looking quite cute.

Clearly, she didn’t understand why he said that.

Then, Ye Yu swiftly moved with Xie Muling, arriving at the entrance of Tuoba Qiyue’s residence on the mountainside.

He called out loudly, “Eldest Senior Sister, I need urgent help!”

The next second, the wooden door opened abruptly.

Tuoba Qiyue stepped out, her eyes covered with a silk ribbon.

With a wave of her wide sleeve, Ye Yu immediately felt much lighter.

Looking up, he saw Xie Muling being pushed away by an invisible force.

“Tuoba, you just wait!”

Her voice gradually faded away, as Xie Muling’s figure disappeared into the distance.

Indeed, every force meets its match.

Eldest Senior Sister easily subdued the Second Senior Sister.

Perfect!

Ye Yu immediately cupped his hands in thanks.

Tuoba Qiyue, however, said calmly, “Recently, there have been many… books of lower quality in the Azure Cloud Sect!”

Upon hearing this, Ye Yu’s expression froze.

In his mind, he recalled what Li Nian’an had mentioned earlier—how Tuoba Qiyue and Xie Muling were mistakenly thought to be his Dao companions.

The book “Four Women Compete for a Husband: Who Will Laugh Last?” focused on the romantic entanglements between Ye Yu and them.

Now, Tuoba Qiyue suddenly mentioned lower quality books. It was certainly referring to this.

So, Ye Yu quickly responded, “Senior Sister, those books are definitely of poor quality! Everything in them is fake; you can’t believe any of it! No, actually, it’s best if you don’t even read them!”

“Oh, you think their writing is poor too, huh? Then how about this: why don’t you help me? Let’s write a high-quality book together, how does that sound?”

Tuoba Qiyue took a step forward, her expression somewhat excited.

In fact, Tuoba Qiyue had never read “Four Women Compete for a Husband: Who Will Laugh Last?”

Not just her, but also Xie Muling. Neither of these senior sisters had seen it.

They rarely left the Wuzhi Peak, so naturally, they wouldn’t come across such books.

And the author of this book naturally wouldn’t dare to let them see it, fearing it would touch a sore spot with Tuoba Qiyue and Xie Muling, resulting in a thorough beating.

The reason Tuoba Qiyue brought up the topic of low-quality books was merely a pretext to ask Ye Yu for help.

Ever since that night when she held Ye Yu’s hand and wrote fantasy romance novels, Tuoba Qiyue couldn’t forget that feeling.

Words flowed like a spring, her pen flying across the page.

It was so thrilling.

But afterward, no matter how much she wrote, she couldn’t find that feeling again, and often got writer’s block.

Now that Ye Yu was finally back, Tuoba Qiyue couldn’t suppress the excitement bubbling up inside her.

She was eager to collaborate with him again!

Although her eyes were covered, preventing her from showing her gaze, her expression made it clear that she was truly excited.

This left Ye Yu feeling a bit lost.

“Uh, Senior Sister, help you write a book? How can I help? I don’t know how!”

“You don’t need to know how. Just stay by my side!”

Tuoba Qiyue extended her left hand toward Ye Yu and, with utmost seriousness, continued, “I have a little habit when I write. I need to hold someone’s hand to write well.”

“Come on, give me your hand!”

Hearing this, Ye Yu felt something was off.

Must hold hands?

What kind of habit is that?

Before Ye Yu could respond, Tuoba Qiyue took the initiative and linked her fingers with Ye Yu’s.

In that instant, her face lit up with contentment.

Yes, it was this warm feeling.

Inspiration surged once again!

It was as if she were in a new world, with countless words continuously spinning around her.

“Let’s go, follow me into the room. We’ll create a high-quality book together and spread it far and wide!”

Tuoba Qiyue pulled Ye Yu towards the room.

The expression on Ye Yu’s face was one of utter bewilderment.

Was there really no one normal on Wuzhi Peak?

The drunken Master, the clingy second Senior Sister.

He originally thought the Eldest Senior Sister was the most normal one. But now, holding hands and dragging him into the room to write a book, what’s with this rhythm?

Just escaped from the wolf’s den to the tiger’s den?

“Stop!”

A cold voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Yu looked back and saw Yun Roumu had appeared, though he didn’t know when.

Just as Ye Yu was about to greet her, Yun Roumu quickly stepped forward.

She separated Tuoba Qiyue and Ye Yu’s intertwined fingers.

Then, while rubbing Ye Yu’s hand continuously, she said with visible displeasure, “Senior Sister Tuoba, what on earth are you doing? Didn’t you say before that you wouldn’t like Ye Yu? Why are you now making such an excessive move?”

Unlike Tuoba Qiyue and Xie Muling, Yun Roumu, as the Saintess of Azure Cloud Sect, was responsible for many matters.

She had to move around within the sect frequently, so she quickly learned about any rumors.

Moreover, she particularly enjoyed reading the books written by the Dao Preaching Peak.

Of course, she had read “Four Women Competing for a Husband.”

At that time, Yun Roumu was quite anxious.

She even questioned Tuoba Qiyue and Xie Muling, asking if they too had feelings for Ye Yu.

Their answers were both negative.

This made Yun Roumu very happy, thinking she had fewer rivals.

But to her surprise, the moment she arrived today, she saw Tuoba Qiyue holding hands with Ye Yu, just like a pair of love-struck Dao companions.

What kind of situation is this?

Yun Roumu even felt somewhat deceived.

Moreover, how could they be holding hands?

Even she hadn’t done such a thing yet.

Thinking of this, Yun Roumu felt even more aggrieved, and the force with which she rubbed Ye Yu’s hand increased.

Tuoba Qiyue stood still, slightly frowning.

Perhaps she had indeed acted too hastily.

It was clearly just a senior-junior relationship, but reaching out to hold hands was indeed inappropriate.

There was no way around it—her recent writing had been going poorly.

Otherwise, she definitely wouldn’t have acted this way.

Forget it, she decided to wait until another day when Ye Yu was asleep and then carry out her plan quietly!

Tuoba Qiyue sighed. Shaking her head, she said, “Saintess, you misunderstood. I just haven’t seen my junior brother in a long time and got carried away. Please don’t overthink it.”

After speaking, Tuoba Qiyue glanced at Ye Yu.

Using a sound transmission, she conveyed her thoughts: “Don’t mention my writing habits to anyone. I prefer others not knowing; otherwise, it loses its mystery.”

In truth, this was probably a common trait among writers.

Before they become famous, they enjoy keeping their true identities under wraps.

Ye Yu forced a smile.

Mystery?

Honestly, you’ve really impressed me.

Even though that was what he thought, Ye Yu still nodded in agreement.

He then glanced down at Yun Roumu, who was beside him.

“Enough rubbing, you’ll rub my hand raw if you keep going.”