What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 609

Time rewound to several months ago, when Mo Jiuming left Wu Wei Tower and returned to the Mo family.

Mo Sanjia, the sixteenth generation heir of the Mo family, had just been elected as the new clan leader.

Though not yet publicly announced, he was acting as the clan leader in all but name.

Only waiting for the auspicious day three months later to hold the official succession ceremony and take office publicly.

Upon seeing Mo Jiuming’s return,

the first question Mo Sanjia asked was, “Where is Shi Zhenxi?”

Mo Jiuming wanted to explain the full story and all the background,

but Mo Sanjia showed no interest in listening.

He only wanted one result:

Was Shi Zhenxi dead? Had the ancestral sword pearl been retrieved?

Mo Jiuming answered immediately, “Shi Zhenxi is dead. The ancestral sword pearl is missing!”

Hearing this,

a look of disdain flashed in Mo Sanjia’s eyes.

He then swept his sleeve and strode off,

leaving behind a label:

Useless trash!

Mo Jiuming felt deeply wronged.

After chasing Shi Zhenxi for so many years, risking his life nine times over,

all he got was the name “trash.”

This instantly crushed his fighting spirit.

Mo Jiuming locked himself in his blessed land and got drunk to oblivion.

Yet he still could not dispel his frustration.

At that moment, a man emerged from the shadows.

“Mo family kid, drinking won’t solve your problems. There is only one way to solve any problem in this world.

That is to have absolute power.

If you have absolute power, you can prove yourself before all Mo family members.

And you can make that mysterious useless Mo Sanjia roll aside forever!”

This was the first meeting between Mo Jiuming and Lü Zhixing.

Looking at this unfamiliar man, Mo Jiuming was full of caution and quickly asked who he was.

Lü Zhixing tossed a secret manual to him, smiling lightly:

“Who I am doesn’t matter.

What matters is I can help you gain power.

But it depends on your choice.

If you want to be trampled under Mo Sanjia’s feet your whole life, become the trash everyone talks about,

then just forget what I said!”

Mo Jiuming glanced at the nameless immortal art on the ground.

When he looked up again, Lü Zhixing had already vanished.

Such a strange scene made Mo Jiuming seriously doubt whether he was hallucinating from too much drinking.

Yet the immortal manual in his hand felt so real.

After much thought,

Mo Jiuming immediately began practicing this immortal technique.

Even if it was a trap, he didn’t care.

Better to be despised by family immortals than to live a miserable life.

But the truth proved the technique was extraordinary.

In just one night, Mo Jiuming felt one foot stepping beyond early Golden Core Realm.

With continued cultivation, breaking through was as easy as drinking water.

Still, Mo Jiuming hesitated over the manual for a long time.

Then he left the Mo family.

This did not mean giving up on the immortal technique,

but rather starting true cultivation following its guidance,

even if it meant plunging into the abyss.

Strictly speaking,

this was an evil technique.

It used the fear of dying immortals as nourishment to strengthen itself.

The methods might be cruel,

but the effect was excellent.

Mo Jiuming was extremely lucky.

At that time, the Three Corpses Hall and Taiyan Dao were fiercely fighting,

making it easy to collect the dying fears of those immortals.

Mo Jiuming hid himself far away,

forcibly extracting fear generated from their two battles.

Hundreds of immortals had fallen.

This truly launched Mo Jiuming like a rocket.

His cultivation speed was fast and fierce.

Most importantly, it was safe—no one came looking for trouble.

For him, this was the best era.

In just about two months,

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