Listening to Yinghuo’s account, Yu Buxia forced a laugh.
The two had been sworn sisters for so long that one could truly call it enduring.
Yu Buxia knew Yinghuo’s temper all too well—when she was furious, she would do anything!
Therefore, upon receiving Yinghuo’s message through the Communication Stone, Yu Buxia had absolutely no intention of replying.
What a joke—how could she be sure Yinghuo wasn’t luring the dog out to kill it?
I refuse to fall for that!
Yet now, seeing Yinghuo’s earnest expression, Yu Buxia believed her sister truly wished to let the misunderstanding go and reconcile.
Had this happened an hour earlier, Yu Buxia would have been delighted—but now her heart was filled only with dread.
After all, Ye Yu was right here in her own sect’s hall!
One misunderstanding could be forgiven, but twice in a row? It was no longer accidental.
A lone man and woman in a modest hall amid the vast mountains perfectly met every condition for a scandalous tryst!
Yu Buxia was utterly speechless.
Should she be honest, or weave a lie to send Yinghuo away and avoid further misinterpretation?
Truly, Yu Buxia was torn.
If she told the truth, what if Yinghuo refused to believe her?
But if she lied, she would need countless more lies to cover it up.
It was exhausting!
Just as Yu Buxia’s mind whirled, the door behind her swung open. Ye Yu emerged and grumbled, “Your bed is a bit hard—I’ll change it to something softer next time.”
At his words, Yu Buxia clamped her hand over her mouth and shut her eyes.
I’m doomed!
Yinghuo’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Husband... is this the journey you spoke of? This is the ‘misunderstanding’ you promised?”
Ye Yu blinked at the suddenly appearing Yinghuo, confusion on his face, then turned to Yu Buxia, who looked utterly defeated.
“What’s going on? My wife is here? I really just came to fulfill my promise and help fuse the artifact!”
He lifted the artifact—the balance scale—into view.
But Yinghuo immediately detected the flaw in his words. “This time it’s real? Then last time was fake?”
Her accusing tone grew more menacing—and since emerging from seclusion, her strength had only increased.
If she truly unleashed her wrath, Ye ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) Yu might be in trouble.
In early dream trials, Bu Lingfei and Yun Ciwu were perfect examples.
Still, Ye Yu hadn’t had enough fun in this dream—he had no intention of exiting so soon.
He needed to suppress Yinghuo’s anger immediately. Drawing on a trick learned from countless dreams—a priceless tactic far more reliable than any dubious manual—Ye Yu’s hand shot out like lightning to clamp Yinghuo’s mouth.
When a woman was silenced, she couldn’t speak—and as time passed, reason would regain control of her mind.
If she were allowed to vent in anger, she would rant until completely unhinged.
To prevent that, he first sealed her lips, then swiftly recounted his return to Wuzhong Mountain and the chase by Ta Shi Xiaxin’s heart army.
“Hey, believe me—I have the call record. If that’s not enough, I can take you to the battlefield to see for yourself. There are unused materials in the room I haven’t touched. They all prove I did nothing untoward. You’re my Daoist partner and she’s your sworn sister—our hearts are open; there’s nothing between us. Got it? Otherwise I’ll be exhausted!”
After Ye Yu’s home-style PUA explanation, he successfully stunned Yinghuo into silence. Reason reclaimed its throne in her mind, and she nodded repeatedly, signaling that he could release her lips.
Seeing her calm, Ye Yu slowly let go.
Freed, Yinghuo’s first reaction was not to question him but to tug at his sleeve and whisper, “I’m sorry, husband. I shouldn’t have doubted you—please don’t be angry?”
Yu Buxia was left completely bewildered.
Was this still the capricious Yinghuo she knew? Had someone possessed her?
In relationships, power shifted back and forth with emotions.
When Yinghuo weakened, Ye Yu naturally grew domineering.
“I won’t stay angry, but no matter what happens in the future, you must not speak recklessly—understood?”
Yinghuo nodded fervently, then turned to Yu Buxia and apologized once more. “I shouldn’t have distrusted you, either.”
“It’s—it’s fine,” Yu Buxia stammered, utterly unaccustomed to this version of Yinghuo.
Sensing something amiss, she leaned close to Ye Yu and mentally whispered, You enchanted her?
“Enchanted her? Don’t be ridiculous—I would never do something so cruel!”
Ye Yu tossed the balance scale to Yu Buxia and continued, “I’ve finished fusing it and named it Fate.”
Fate—indeed a fitting name!
Yu Buxia caught the scale in her palm and studied it carefully. Its overall appearance remained the same sterling silver, but now minute patterns adorned the underside of each pan.
Huh, why does it feel so uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling all over my palm?
Yu Buxia frowned, her entire being overcome with unease—because the scale in her hand was perfectly tilted: one side high, the other low.
For an obsessive–compulsive person, it was as if the sky had fallen!
At first, Yu Buxia thought her palm was uneven, so she summoned her divine power to levitate it—but it remained horribly lopsided, left low, right high, almost a ninety-degree tilt.
Ah, so distressing—why is this happening?
Suppressing her discomfort, she asked, “Why is my scale unbalanced?”
“I told you—it’s called Fate, and fate is full of twists and turns!” Ye Yu said with a smile.
To be honest, he did it on purpose—special treatment for OCD!
