What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1153

But the subsequent turn of events had completely exceeded Mo Tianjun’s expectations.

Ye Yu’s growth rate was astonishingly fast—so fast that before Mo Tianjun could react, Ye Yu had already caught up to him.

Thus Mo Tianjun continued to curry favor with Ye Yu, even sending Banxia over in person. In truth, Mo Tianjun’s real aim was for Banxia to closely monitor Ye Yu’s cultivation methods and advancement. Unfortunately, ever since stepping into Wuwei Tower, that rogue demon-cultivator had completely gone rogue and refused to obey any orders—much to Mo Tianjun’s displeasure. He hadn’t yet had the chance to punish Banxia when the Pseudo-God appeared again.

Everything from that point on proved that Ye Yu’s strength had utterly slipped beyond his control. In this so-called “investment game,” Mo Tianjun truly had botched the plan. But with matters having reached this stage, surrender was out of the question—especially after Ye Yu’s cryptic remark in the Divine Physician’s sanctum, as if he had already seen through it all and was waiting for Mo Tianjun’s move.

Very well. Then they would have to fight.

A victory would let Mo Tianjun shatter the Void as planned and ascend to the Divine Realm. Defeat? He judged it highly unlikely.

After hearing Mo Tianjun’s confession, Ye Yu raised an eyebrow. Frankly, the Assimilation Path hadn’t surprised him—what did astonish him was Mo Tianjun’s overweening confidence. The same cultivator who, after defeating the Pseudo-God, had run away, now dared to claim he could kill Ye Yu? Who gave him that courage? Or did he still have some secret trump card?

Curiosity won out, and Ye Yu voiced his doubt. Mo Tianjun gave no direct answer, only murmuring, “You’ll know soon enough.”

Seeing Mo Tianjun already assume a combat posture, Ye Yu ceased his questioning. If that was the case, then they would settle it in battle!

Just as Ye Yu was about to make the first move, a tiny wing tugged at him.

“Moo!”

It was Xiao Meng. Ye Yu felt a pang of warmth and asked, “You want to help fight too?”

“Moo moo moo!” Xiao Meng shook its head like a rattle and then began gesturing wildly with its hooves.

A Kong hastily stepped forward as translator. “Boss, Xiao Meng’s saying that we’re too weak—we’d get caught in the crossfire. Why don’t you let us hide farther away before you start? Or set up a formation to protect us? Otherwise, we’ll be done for!”

Xiao Meng nodded vigorously and even gave a hoof-thumbs-up signal. Ye Yu’s momentary warmth vanished. He’d thought these two spirit beasts wanted to aid in battle—only to discover he’d been mistaken. How disappointing!

In an instant, within the blood-red formation, darkness flooded in and a decayed wooden coffin reappeared. As its lid was torn open, the Corpse Deity Dongfang Po was summoned once more—but, as before, only as a projection. Having already witnessed it, Ye Yu felt no shock. A projection that the Pseudo-God Hualiujing couldn’t defeat? Now it was brought out against him? What use was this?

Mo Tianjun offered five thousand Immortal Souls. “Corpse Deity, I beg you—hold him for the time of one incense stick!”

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