The Japanese-fear sorcerer who started by taking in Tomie

"What are you going to do to my Gen-kun?!"

Qingyue had fully revealed her Slit-Mouthed Woman form, her enormous mouth, almost splitting to her ears, was wide open, revealing fine, sharp teeth.

There was no fear in her eyes, only unreserved hostility, as she grabbed Kiyohime's hand that was reaching for Shingen.

Kiyohime looked down at her hand that was being held down, then looked up at Kiyohime, gently waving the fan in her hand with a look of disgust.

She turned her head and spoke softly to Xinhengyuan.

"Lady Anzhen, your taste has deteriorated considerably these days. You've actually come to associate with such an ugly person. His split lips look like a centipede crawling on his face; it pains me to look at him."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable looking at this face every day?"

"Who are you calling ugly?" Qingyue's voice suddenly turned low, her boundless resentment rising within her.

"Shut up."

Kiyohime didn't even glance at her, but simply waved her fan lightly, and a scorching wave of air forced Kiyohime back half a step.

Kiyohime turned her head, her tone still gentle, but with an undeniable certainty.

"My marriage to Lady Anzhen is predestined; how dare you act so presumptuously here!"

"I've waited hundreds of years, not to lose to an ugly monster like you."

"How long are you going to keep spouting nonsense!" Xin Hengyuan drew his sword, a dazzling golden swastika-shaped sword aura piercing the air. "I am who I am, not someone's substitute!"

Kiyohime smiled slightly, and a burst of blazing flame shot out from the fan, colliding with the sword energy in mid-air.

"Lord Anchin, this is such a warm welcome! I love it!" Kiyohime hugged herself, her body trembling slightly, her face flushed an unnatural red, as if she had just reached orgasm.

It was as if it wasn't an attack at all, but rather playful banter between lovers.

"If you're fucking blind, go get treatment. If that doesn't work, donate your blood to someone else. I'm not some damn Anzhen!!!"

Xin Hengyuan felt a surge of anger rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Was this woman crazy? She looked like she was having an orgasm even when I was stabbing her with a knife.

Is this love-struck mentality incurable?

Tomie peeked out from behind, and Kiyotsuki silently covered Tomie's eyes and led her to a safe place.

Xin Hengyuan took out a wooden carving of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and used it as his staff. He was consumed by rage, and naturally, a huge fireball, as hot as a small sun, condensed in mid-air.

You have mastered the third-circle spell, Fireball.

[Third Ring Spell: Fireball]!

Shin Hengyuan didn't even bother to look at the system prompts, and hurled the still-expanding, blazing fireball toward Kiyohime.

Kiyohime reacted quickly, unfolding her fan to create a barrier of flames in front of her.

But the moment the fireball hit the barrier, it exploded into a huge wave of fire, engulfing her entirely in flames.

The shockwave from the explosion sent rubble and fallen leaves flying everywhere. Qingyue stepped in front of Tomie, shielding her from the aftershocks.

As the flames subsided slightly, Kiyohime had already reached a spot a few meters away. Large sections of her kimono were burned away, but her exposed skin showed no signs of burns.

Those snake-like eyes remained fixed on Xinhengyuan, the infatuation in their gaze only growing stronger.

The legs, encased in alluring white stockings, glowed with a sweet, honey-like color in the firelight.

"Lady Anzhen...you still remember me after all. This fire is as warm as the fire in that bell from back then."

"Wasn't it you who started that fire?"

Xin Hengyuan held Tianyu horizontally in front of him, took the gourd off the sword guard, and shouted loudly.

"Shuten-dōji's Sealing Demon Release, Mom!!!"

Secret Technique: The Art of Calling for Mom!

The gourd mouth suddenly opened, and a tall, eight-foot-tall man, over two meters tall, appeared from the blue smoke.

As soon as he steadied himself, his gaze swept around and landed on Kiyohime, causing his brows to furrow immediately.

Hachi could sense that the thing opposite him was quite strong, but naturally not as strong as himself.

"Son, who is this green-haired girl? What's going on?"

"Mom, this guy is treating your son like a substitute for someone else, he's been clinging to me like this."

Ba Chi's expression instantly turned terrifying, and the air pressure around her suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. She slowly turned her head, and her eyes were filled with bloodlust.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you use my son as a substitute for someone else!"

Kiyohime closed her fan, and the infatuation on her face finally subsided somewhat.

Kiyohime sized up the false god before her, whose strength was no less than her own, and put on an expression of a virtuous wife and loving mother, bowing respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I am truly in love with Lady Anzhen. Please grant us your blessing."

"Mom, don't believe her!" Xin Hengyuan immediately poked his head out from behind Ba Chi, speaking faster than he had been chanting scriptures.

"It's all her wishful thinking. I didn't know her at all before, not in this life, not in the past life, and certainly not in the future!"

"Lord Anchin, how heartless you are." Kiyohime covered half her face with her fan, seemingly crying because of Shin Hengyuan's heartlessness.

Of course, Hachiko believed what the two men said.

As for what to do about this crazy woman who dared to harass his son, Hachi already had a plan in mind.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she appeared behind Kiyohime, her long, flowing hair transforming into thousands of black spears that stabbed fiercely at Kiyohime.

Kiyohime spun around, unfurled her fan, and waved out a fiery barrier that barely blocked the incoming spear.

Before she could close the fan, a terrifying pressure suddenly slammed down on her shoulder, pinning her firmly to the spot.

Kiyohime felt as if she were carrying Mount Tai on her back for a moment, and then an eight-foot-long kick slammed into her abdomen.

He kicked out with his foot, but instead of feeling the softness in the abdomen, he felt as if he had kicked a red-hot steel plate.

It was hard and hot.

Kiyohime's kimono was torn apart piece by piece, and her exposed skin was covered with bluish-black scales.

Her body swelled, her legs came together and transformed into a thick, long snake tail, and two sharp dragon horns emerged from the top of her head, transforming in the blink of an eye into a half-dragon python.

She lowered her head, her bright yellow vertical pupils still gazing affectionately at Xin Hengyuan, her forked tongue flicking slightly, her voice still gentle.

"Lady Anzhen, you have a wonderful mother. It seems we can only end here for today. But I will not give up! I have waited for you for hundreds of years. I don't mind waiting a few more years. The next time we meet will be our wedding day."

Having said that, the half-dragon python took flight and quickly disappeared into the clouds.

Xin Hengyuan said silently in his heart.

If we had to set a time limit for this separation, it would be forever.

Shin Hengyuan already considers this Kiyohime a madwoman. He really can't understand whether she's blind or what. She herself said that she doesn't look like her.

They could still insist that he was the monk.

Aside from learning a couple of Buddhist teachings, what connection do I have with monks?

Xinhengyuan was speechless.

[Defeat Kiyohime, EXP +900]

The system's experience points were credited to the account.

Xin Hengyuan silently added another sentence in his mind without any expression.

Please come again and again, the more the better!