879: After modification: Chapter 290 Mind-controlling Spell 879: After modification: Chapter 290 Mind-controlling Spell Sun Wukong’s eyes had a hint of a smile, which Sun Juekong saw immediately.
Sun Juekong could swear by Li Guangming’s life that Sun Wukong had deliberately teased him just now.
“Then if I ask you, will you tell?”
Sun Wukong said calmly, but there was some reluctance in his tone.
He seemed to really not want Sun Juekong to speak, hoping he would refuse.
Sun Juekong’s heart skipped a beat, he naturally felt Sun Wukong’s thoughts.
He immediately transmitted his voice: “I can tell you, but I have a condition.”
“Forget it then, I’ll just do a Soul Search.”
Sun Wukong said indifferently.
Sun Juekong: “…”
He had a bit of a headache, why didn’t this monkey play by the rules?
Not agreeing to anything, just wanting him to reveal his intel, this was outright robbery.
Seeing Sun Wukong about to take action, Sun Juekong didn’t dare hesitate, and immediately said: “I can tell you, but I hope you will spare my life.
I can serve you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Sun Wukong said indifferently.
Sun Juekong almost went crazy.
He’d spoken to this extent, and Sun Wukong still didn’t believe him.
This made him extremely angry, and he couldn’t help but let out a roar from his Primordial Spirit: “What will it take for you to believe me?”
“I will never believe you.”
This was Sun Wukong’s response.
Sun Juekong instantly flew into a rage, glaring at Sun Wukong.
“You are toying with me again.”
“Sorry, you figured it out.”
Sun Wukong chuckled.
Sun Juekong completely collapsed, his eyes vacant, staring at Sun Wukong, gnashing his teeth: “Are you from Mount Emei?”
“What do you mean?”
Sun Wukong asked.
“The monkeys of Mount Emei are the worst.”
Sun Juekong said coldly.
Bang.
Sun Wukong kicked him flying, almost breaking his body, Sun Juekong couldn’t make a sound with his mouth, but his Primordial Spirit was screaming.
Seeing Sun Wukong approaching to strike again, Sun Juekong hurriedly transmitted his voice: “Stop hitting me, I really am going to die if you continue.”
Sun Wukong then stopped, and with a serious expression, he planted a method within Sun Juekong’s Primordial Spirit.
This method was a Divine Spell that controlled Immortals and Buddhas, extraordinarily domineering.
As long as Sun Wukong died, Sun Juekong would surely die.
Moreover, this Divine Spell was nearly unbreakable.
Whoever dared to help Sun Juekong break the spell, Sun Wukong could immediately sense it, and with just an urge, he could manipulate Sun Juekong to self-destruct.
Even if the person helping was a Supreme, once Sun Juekong exploded near them, they would likely be seriously injured or even killed.
Sensing the method Sun Wukong used, Sun Juekong’s face turned pale.
He knew he was done for, never thinking Sun Wukong would use such a heavy-handed method on him.
Sun Juekong had always thought highly of his own Divine Skills, thinking he could escape even if someone planted a method on him.
But now, he knew he couldn’t escape at all, being completely controlled by Sun Wukong.
“Alright, now tell me everything you know.”
Sun Wukong stared at Sun Juekong, even removing the seals on him.
Sun Juekong didn’t want to speak the truth, wanting to deceive Sun Wukong.
But soon, he found it impossible.
Facing Sun Wukong’s questions, he answered everything, leaving nothing out.
In fact, he even brought up many things on his own, considering Sun Wukong’s interests keenly.
This left Sun Juekong shocked; what was happening to him?
Even though he was under the control of a Divine Spell, he shouldn’t be acting this way, actually planning for Sun Wukong.
“Is that all?”
After listening to Sun Juekong, Sun Wukong seemed disappointed.
What the other knew was far less than he imagined, even very little.
Seeing Sun Wukong’s look of disdain, Sun Juekong immediately felt a pang of guilt, feeling he had done too little for his master, ashamed of his ignorance.
“I’m sorry master, I’m useless, I know too little, I’m sorry master.”
Sun Juekong knelt on the ground, looking pained.
Then, even he was shocked.
“How can this be?”
Sun Juekong couldn’t believe it; he looked up at Sun Wukong.
“Mind-controlling Spell, it’s an ancient divine spell.
Those who fall under it will sincerely obey their master, considering their master’s will above all else.
If I wish, you would even gladly serve me in bed.”
Serve in bed.
Sun Juekong slapped his forehead, trying to commit suicide.
No real man bends.
He could accept anything, betray his mentor, become someone’s servant, but not this.
In the end, a single glance from Sun Wukong stopped him, the thought of suicide vanishing.
Sun Juekong stood there, his will to resist growing weaker, eventually disappearing.
Even Sun Wukong couldn’t help but admire the spell’s dominance; it was crueler than killing him.
Looking at Sun Juekong, there was no semblance of self left, he had become a pawn.
“Rascal Monkey, how dare you deceive me.”
At that moment, an angry shout echoed; the Yellow Emperor sensed the commotion.
Thinking back, he knew what had happened.
The Nu Ba earlier was Sun Wukong himself in disguise.
All that about his daughter taking risks was false.
This monkey was watching him make a fool of himself.
Thinking about this, rage filled the Yellow Emperor.
It was too much.
His eyes were ablaze, glaring murderously at Sun Wukong, as if wanting to devour him.