Chapter 146: Jun Mo Returns

The Dragon Tendon Demonic Qi Net that Wei Yuning sees is the Immortal Binding Rope.

"May your heart be like mine, a handful of longing tears!" A weird female voice suddenly emanated from Wei Yuning's mouth.

"Big Sister, it's already a burning crisis; at this moment you shouldn't cause more trouble. At least let me fulfill the last promise of my life before I die!" Wei Yuning thought.

When Jun Mo first possessed him, he was "absent," yet he didn't need to guess—it was clear that Jun Mo had arrived.

In the next instant, he was stunned: "No, this time Jun Mo hasn't suppressed my true consciousness." Though he couldn't control his mouth, his body remained under his command.

"What are you freaking out about!" The suddenly appearing female voice startled Master Man, and Wen Songming, who was hurrying to the pearl curtain, was also startled.

Because that female voice wasn't ordinary; it possessed a bizarre and powerful contagion, making listeners feel sorrowful and shed tears.

Originally Wei Yuning still harbored a sliver of doubt about Monk Cheng Xin's words, but at this moment he fully believed them. Even though Jun Mo hadn't acted yet, his heart ached.

But now his head throbbed; if Xing Shuang's Foundation Establishment were interrupted, it would be a severe injury, possibly fatal.

Although his body, woodenized, managed to bear the Immortal Binding Rope, under the dual influence of demonic qi and dragon might, he tried several times in succession yet still couldn't cast any technique beyond the net; the plant domain also did not respond.

A flesh cultivator's Yang God body is unafraid of demonic qi; on the contrary, it can absorb a modest amount to nourish itself. When the massive net first clung to him, he absorbed a little demonic qi, but once Jun Mo arrived, he could no longer sense any demonic qi, though its detrimental effect on spells persisted.

"Last night we were as sticky as glue, I painted eyebrows for Jun, yet today you eloped with the lowly maid Wan Jin; Qing Lang, how cruel your heart is! Woo…." Jun Mo continued his self‑talk, the voice's contagion intensifying; Wei Yuning and the others all wept copiously.

"Madman, I'm going to kill you!" He shouted, calling Wei Yuning a madman, though in fact Master Man now looked more like a madman.

Wei Yuning's oddity made him jittery; his spirit spiraled out of control, eyes blood‑shot, tears pouring out as if free money, and worse, he could truly feel his heart clutched by a hand that kept tightening.

He drew a short sword with a black blade, quickly affixed a golden talisman, and the whole weapon instantly gleamed with golden light.

"Die!"

"Whoosh," a flash of golden light streaked, and the short sword drove hard into Wei Yuning's abdomen.

"Thud," a dull sound resonated.

Master Man looked down, eyes wide, and saw that the weapon bearing the sharp golden talisman had been blocked by Wei Yuning's body.

"Who on earth are you? Ah, so you're a cultivator of the Cloud Hidden Sect!" Master Man only then noticed the spirit butterfly emblem on Wei Yuning's chest.

"It can't be unpierceable! Treasure robe, yes, you must be wearing a treasure robe!" Master Man's emotions were unhinged; he babbled while moving closer to lift Wei Yuning's clothing.

"Master Man, are you alright?" Wen Songming cried tears while anxiously watching, the situation slipping beyond his control.

"I'm fine, young master, hurry inside, the bloodline is heavy…" He was halfway when a sharp pain struck his forehead, a faint sound of skull cracking followed, then he lost consciousness, and with a "clang" his body fell heavily to the ground.

"Cloud Hidden Sect, damn it!" Wen Songming roared, hesitated briefly, but instead of checking on Master Man, he charged toward the back courtyard.

Wei Yuning, helpless, performed a Zombie Leap and rushed toward the back courtyard.

"If I ever catch that lowly maid Wan Jin, I will crush her bones to dust, imprison her soul in the heart of the Hidden Realm tomb, make her endure endless devouring until the primordial destruction! Hahaha…" At this moment, Jun Mo spoke again, the hatred in his voice made both hearts pound as if struck by a great hammer.

"Again? No way?" Wei Yuning was on the verge of collapse.

Whether it was Wei Yuning or Wen Songming, already sprinting into the courtyard, both bodies trembled.

Wen Songming was merely a mortal body, but protected by various talismans; his short‑term defense was comparable to a peak Foundation Establishment flesh cultivator, and that was that.

Jun Mo's "Your heart like mine" caused Wen Songming to collapse, motionless, his fate unknown.

In contrast, as a peak Dual Heart‑Movement flesh and spirit cultivator, Wei Yuning's defense was many times stronger. He let out a low hum, spat a mouthful of blood, yet his body remained firmly upright.

After twenty‑plus consecutive Zombie Leaps, Wei Yuning finally slipped through the pearl curtain and saw the back courtyard scene.

Wen Songming too had been dealt with by Jun Mo; the big sister's attack was indiscriminate.

Wei Yuning wanted to laugh out loud, but the Immortal Binding Rope restrained his body, preventing the gesture.

At first, had it not been Jun Mo, he might have absorbed the demonic qi from the Immortal Binding Rope, or cast spells, or escape; any way, he could have easily crushed several low‑level cultivators. Now, though still entangled, the enemy was also knocked down thanks to Jun Mo's assistance.

Thus, this ending truly is "defeat because of Jun Mo, success because of Jun Mo."

"Big Sister Jun Mo, thank you!" Wei Yuning greeted Jun Mo with his spirit.

Whether he lives or dies today, he finally fulfilled his promise, preventing anyone from disturbing Xing Shuang's Foundation Establishment.

"May your heart be like mine, a handful of longing tears! Woo…" The voice vanished.

The heavy pressure on his heart suddenly vanished; Wei Yuning felt his blood flow merrily again. He instantly realized Jun Mo had ignored him entirely and simply left.

Wei Yuning recalled that when Jun Mo first possessed him, he was unharmed. This time Jun Mo's attack was far stronger; although he survived, he nearly perished. If Jun Mo returns again, luck may not be on his side.

At that moment, he noticed the binding force of the Dragon Rope had changed greatly. He hurriedly gathered great strength and pulled; with his robust flesh power, he tugged the massive net upward from his feet, and after dozens of breaths, finally tore it down.

"Ouch…" At that instant, a voice suddenly rang out.

He turned his head to look.

Wen Songming surprisingly sat up, his expression blank as he stared around, looking dazed. When he lifted his head and saw Wei Yuning's face, his demeanor changed dramatically, and he instantly regained his senses.

Wei Yuning's anger rose from his heart, his malice flaring at his gut; he took a few steps forward, gave the other a few hard ear‑punches, and cursed: "Truly the Dao Ancestor shows his spirit; you didn't die—damn it, that's great!"