The Demon King, reborn in Japan as a monk

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Wan'er scoffed.

"If you're not afraid of me, then how could you, as the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, a powerful figure in the lineage of the Great Luo Sect, with a soul cultivation level at least at the Object Manipulation level, behave so poorly? Where is your manners? Have they been eaten by dogs?" Meng Bingyun said sarcastically.

Chapter 436 Strike at the Heart

"Etiquette? That's for people. It's completely unnecessary for a slut like you from a brothel, with your seductive eyes and alluring manners," Zhao Wan'er sneered.

"Smoky eyes and seductive manner? I never thought that I, the Holy Maiden of the Supreme Dao, would be looked down upon by a woman from a minor sect like you. You have truly disgraced our ancestors throughout the ages," Meng Bingyun sighed.

“That’s normal. After all, your Taishangdao sect is a bunch of traitors and heretics at its core. What good could your founders be? They must all be promiscuous women like you!” Zhao Wan’er continued to provoke.

"How dare you!" Upon hearing this, Meng Bingyun's expression changed. She appeared in front of Zhao Wan'er in a flash and, without saying a word, slapped her across the face.

"Snapped!"

"How dare you hit me?" Zhao Wan'er was stunned at first, then questioned him with disbelief and anger in her eyes.

In all my life, apart from my father when I was a child, no one has ever dared to treat me like this!

Especially after marrying Hong Xuanji and becoming the Duchess of the State, she became even more pampered. Even the ladies in the palace treated her with great respect because of Hong Xuanji. Now, however, she was beaten by a lowly woman from a brothel. Where does that leave her dignity?

"Snapped!"

Before Zhao Wan'er could fully react, Meng Bingyun's slap landed on her face again, knocking her to the ground.

"You wretch, I'm going to kill you!" Zhao Wan'er struggled to her feet and screamed madly.

Then, he activated the movement technique of the Great Luo Sect, rushed in front of Meng Bingyun, and struck Meng Bingyun with the move "All Heavens Revolving Wheel".

Yes, it is the wheel of the gods, not the wheel of birth and death.

Because the Wheel of Heavens is the inherited technique of the Great Luo Sect, while the Wheel of Life and Death of Heavens is a unique skill created by Hong Xuanji based on the Creation Heaven Scripture and the Supreme Elixir Scripture, and modified from the Wheel of Heavens.

Therefore, Zhao Wan'er also knows the basic part of the ultimate technique of the Wheel of Life and Death in the Heavens.

Instantly, swirling vortexes of energy converged on Zhao Wan'er's fist, forming a black hole that hurtled towards Meng Bingyun.

Meng Bingyun dodged aside, then circled behind Zhao Wan'er, immediately unleashing a move called "Little Heavenly Gang Capturing Hand." Grabbing Zhao Wan'er's shoulder, and as Zhao Wan'er turned her head to look at where her hand would land, Meng Bingyun swiftly pulled Zhao Wan'er's body towards her. Zhao Wan'er staggered uncontrollably. Then, Meng Bingyun changed her footwork again, moving to Zhao Wan'er's other side, grabbing Zhao Wan'er's uncontrollable arm, and with a shake, Zhao Wan'er's hand joint dislocated with a crisp "crack."

Then Meng Bingyun seized the opportunity and kicked Zhao Wan'er, whose knees shattered and bent, causing her to fall uncontrollably to her knees in front of Meng Bingyun.

"You think this is the end?" Meng Bingyun released Zhao Wan'er's hands, dislocated her shoulder joints, grabbed her hair, brought her face close to hers, and said with a smile.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Wan'er was also tough; she opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm at her.

Meng Bingyun dodged the attack, then delivered another powerful slap, sending Zhao Wan'er flying.

"Zhao Wan'er, you're so proud, aren't you? Well, today I'm going to shatter all your pride and turn you into someone even more despicable than the lowly prostitutes you speak of." Meng Bingyun slowly walked up to Zhao Wan'er, stepped on her face with her foot, and rubbed it hard as she spoke.

Zhao Wan'er didn't speak, but stared at her with a fierce look.

"Your eyes are still useful. Once they're no longer useful, I'll personally gouge them out of your eyes, or I'm not Meng Bingyun," Meng Bingyun sneered.

With a flick of her fingers, a sharp force emanated from her, like an eagle's claw. Along with Meng Bingyun's movements, Zhao Wan'er's originally luxurious clothing shattered completely, turning into countless strips of cloth that shot out in all directions.

Then Meng Bingyun waved her hand again, and a stray dog ​​appeared before Zhao Wan'er's eyes, causing her pupils to shrink—

It wasn't fear. As the direct descendant of the Great Luo Sect, she wouldn't be frightened by a mongrel. Rather, it was Meng Bingyun's ability to create things with a wave of her hand that was something only a creator who had survived the Seven Tribulations of Lightning could do. Meng Bingyun had done it now, and so casually. Could it be that Meng Bingyun had already survived the Seven Tribulations of Lightning?

It doesn't seem impossible!

After all, when Meng Bingyun married into the Hong family, her soul realm was already that of a ghost immortal, capable of reincarnation and rebirth to prolong her life. However, for some unknown reason, she did not do so, allowing him to secretly poison and harm her without escaping until her last breath...

It now seems that Meng Bingyun did consider escaping, but she did do so in a more secretive way, which is why I thought I had really killed Meng Bingyun.

But if he really killed Meng Bingyun, then who is the woman standing in front of him now?

Could it be Meng Bingyun, resurrected by Meng Shenji?

While it's not impossible, Zhao Wan'er felt more strongly that Meng Bingyun had escaped with some thought or concealed her spiritual fluctuations with some treasure. After deceiving her and Hong Xuanji, she was reincarnated into someone else's family, started cultivating anew, and then, with Meng Shenji's help, directly achieved the realm of the Creator, before returning to seek revenge...

Otherwise, it's really hard to explain why Meng Bingyun went from a ghost immortal to a creator in such a short time!

But before she could think any further, the mongrel that Meng Bingyun had created climbed onto her body and lay on her back.

"You bitch, what are you doing?!" Zhao Wan'er shouted at Meng Bingyun, her face changing drastically.

"I told you, I'm going to turn you into a woman a hundred times more despicable than the prostitutes you speak of. And this is the new man I've found for you, your new husband. Now you can enjoy its service. Oh, right, such a wonderful scene can't be seen by me alone. I'm going to find Xuanji and call him over to watch it with me." After saying that, Meng Bingyun turned around and ran out of Zhao Wan'er's sight with a happy expression.

"No!" Zhao Wan'er cried out in a panic.

Unfortunately, no one could hear her cries, and naturally, no one came to save her...

……

Then, a moment later, just as Zhao Wan'er was struggling to get rid of the stray dog ​​on her body with a distorted expression, Meng Bingyun's figure reappeared in Zhao Wan'er's sight.

But she wasn't the only one; there was also the man Zhao Wan'er longed for, Hong Xuanji.

“Xuanji, look, Zhao Wan’er actually found a scoundrel. How disgusting! Is a woman like that really suitable to be your wife and uphold the reputation of the Hong family?” Meng Bingyun, holding Hong Xuanji’s arm, spoke with disgust to Zhao Wan’er, who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud, like a little woman in love.

Hong Xuanji's face turned ashen. After a moment of silence, he decisively made his move. A gigantic wheel, seemingly controlling the cycle of life and death of all things in the world, appeared out of thin air above Zhao Wan'er and crashed down, smashing Zhao Wan'er and the mongrel on her body into a bloody pulp...

Chapter 437 Two

With Zhao Wan'er's death, the entire dream space seemed to have experienced the end of the world, suddenly shattering amidst lightning and thunder...

Then, Zhao Wan'er suddenly sat up in bed, panting heavily with a cold sweat on her forehead.

"Squeak..."

At that moment, the bedroom door opened, and a figure slowly walked in from outside.

"Who let you in?" Zhao Wan'er, not wanting others to see her current state, frowned and demanded at the figure.

"I wanted to come in myself." As she spoke, the figure raised her head, revealing once again the face that sent chills down Zhao Wan'er's spine—

"Meng Bingyun! You really are a persistent ghost." Zhao Wan'er's pupils shrank, and she said in a deep voice with a gloomy expression.

Indeed, the person who arrived was Meng Bingyun, or rather, Ishihara Akira, who was role-playing based on the image of Meng Bingyun in Zhao Wan'er's mind.

This also shows that this is still not reality, but a dream space constructed by Ishihara Sho!

A new dream world, a dream within a dream.

"Of course, I won't let you off the hook until I get back all the pain you inflicted on me," Meng Bingyun sneered.

"Bingyun, Bingyun!" Just as Meng Bingyun finished speaking, a voice that Zhao Wan'er recognized very well, and who could almost instantly call out the owner's name, came from outside the house, causing Zhao Wan'er's expression to change and her face to become complicated.

Originally, she should have been overjoyed, because the person who came was her husband, Hong Xuanji, someone who should have been able to stand on the same side as her and jointly suppress Meng Bingyun. However, the emotion in that voice made Zhao Wan'er hesitate.

Will Hong Xuanji really join me in suppressing Meng Bingyun?

After all, compared to himself, Meng Bingyun was the woman Hong Xuanji truly loved. This even created a demon in his heart, making him fear that Meng Bingyun's existence would become an obstacle to his martial arts, so he targeted Meng Bingyun and secretly harmed her until she died in the small courtyard where Hong Yi now lived.

Now, not only is Meng Bingyun still alive, but she has also reappeared in front of him and Hong Xuanji. It's hard to guarantee that Hong Xuanji's feelings for her won't rekindle, change his attitude, and stop helping him.

Then, the next moment, accompanied by familiar footsteps, Hong Xuanji appeared in the room...

"Bingyun, what are you doing here?" Hong Xuanji asked Meng Bingyun gently.

"Xuanji, I like this room and I don't want to live in the old courtyard anymore. Can you let me move here?" Meng Bingyun said coquettishly.

Immediately, Zhao Wan'er's expression changed again, becoming even more unpleasant.

"Alright, alright, we'll move it, we'll move it." Hong Xuanji grabbed Meng Bingyun's hand and agreed with a doting expression.

"Hong Xuanji!" Zhao Wan'er shouted angrily.

Hong Xuanji turned his head, glanced at her calmly, and said again, "Zhao Wan'er, you heard what Bingyun said. She wants to stay in this room. Why don't you hurry up and have someone pack your things and leave? What are you waiting for?!"

"You!" Zhao Wan'er pointed at Hong Xuanji with trembling fingers, completely speechless.

Unexpectedly, Hong Xuanji could be so ruthless.

This is truly eye-opening.

"Xuanji, you're so good to me," Meng Bingyun said, nestled in Hong Xuanji's arms.

But his eyes were fixed on Zhao Wan'er on the bed, making a mocking expression, further provoking the narrow-minded Zhao Wan'er, causing her face to turn red, and then she suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a large amount of blood.

However, neither Meng Bingyun nor Hong Xuanji paid any attention to her, and they continued to be affectionate and lovey-dovey, which made Zhao Wan'er even more unable to accept it, and she fainted.

……

Then, the scene shifts back to the Hong residence.

This time, although Meng Bingyun was still in Zhao Wan'er's sight, Hong Xuanji, Hong Yi, and her own child Hong Xi also appeared in her view. A group of people sat by the martial arts training ground of the Hong family, watching Hong Yi and Hong Xi compete in the arena...

The two exchanged blows, looking like mortal enemies, each move aimed at the other's vital points, as if only by killing their opponent could the day's battle end.

"Hong Yi, take this!" Hong Xi, whose body was already bleeding, shouted as he threw a punch.

"Hong Xi, die!" Hong Yi shouted back defiantly.

However, his approach was completely different—first, he dodged Hong Xi's attack with a swift and graceful movement, then, with a thought, a long, golden sword suddenly shot out from his body, like a golden thread, instantly flying to Hong Xi, who was exhausted from using his moves and unable to exert his full power during the transition between old and new strength. Then, as Hong Xi's eyes widened in fury, the sword pierced through his neck, severing Hong Xi's head...

"puff!"

"Xi'er!" Zhao Wan'er stood up in shock and shouted at her son's corpse.

"Hong Yi, you little beast, you're asking for death!" After saying that, Zhao Wan'er decisively launched an attack on Hong Yi.

They were only halfway there when Hong Xuanji intercepted them.

"Zhao Wan'er, what are you doing?!" Hong Xuanji asked Zhao Wan'er sternly with a stern expression.

"Hong Xuanji, you actually ask me what I want to do? Didn't you see this little beast kill our Xi'er?" Zhao Wan'er said in a trembling voice, her expression filled with disbelief.

“What little beast? Hong Yi is my son. How come he’s a little beast in your mouth? If he’s a little beast, then what am I, his father? An old beast?” Hong Xuanji questioned with dissatisfaction.

“I didn’t mean that,” Zhao Wan’er retorted.

"Then what do you mean?" Hong Xuanji pressed.

"I only want him to be buried with my Xi'er!" Zhao Wan'er said with a ferocious expression.

"Don't even think about it!" Hong Xuanji refused without any politeness.