My wife is Invincible East

My Wife is Invincible in the East Author: Long Yuantian

The Human Emperor, Zhu Moye, descends into the world of Journey to the West, mistakenly enters the Eighteen Hells, wreaks havoc in the underworld, rewrites the Book of Life and Death, defeats Yama, and scares off Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva... He intervenes in the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism, sweeps across the Journey to the West, becomes the Unrivaled Celestial Emperor, gains the power of countless faiths, and controls the heavens and myriad realms! (This story and characters are purely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Imitation is strictly prohibited.)

Chapter 1: Pretend to be struck by lightning!

It was a dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson.

It was already late at night, but the Chinese capital was still bustling with bright lights, and the night sky was filled with fireworks.

The tallest and most luxurious building in the imperial capital, on the top floor of the Oriental Building, in the center of the presidential suite lobby.

A lazy and evil young man in plain clothes was holding a goblet in his hand, gently shaking the crystal-clear aged red wine in it. His eyes were like lightning as he looked at the three crawling and trembling men below him, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Three little friends, can you tell me who gave you the courage to assassinate me?"

These careless words with a hint of cunning made the three people crawling on the ground tremble all over, and their bodies, which were already cold due to excessive blood loss, became even stiffer.

As for Zhu Moye, who was in his twenties and called a few middle-aged men "kids", they only felt a hint of shame and annoyance, but did not dare to feel angry at all.

This man... is so scary...

Originally, when those powerful men in the underground world regarded this guy in front of them as a killer god that only appeared once in a century, they sneered and did not take it seriously.

A young man in his twenties, even if he has been practicing the art of assassination since his mother's womb, can he still defy fate?

Feeling dissatisfied, the three of them opened the mission website at the same time and accepted the assassination mission with a bounty of up to 100 billion US dollars. Their target was the killer god who made them very unhappy, Zhu Moye!

It was not until they arrived in China and thought they were fully prepared, but were easily killed by Zhu Moye, that they realized that their self-confidence and pride were simply a joke.

In just a few tens of seconds, one man had his tendons in both legs severed by flying cards and was unable to move, another had his kneecap pierced by a marble and lost the ability to move, and another had his kidney shattered by a punch and fell into a coma.

Zhu Moye, on the other hand, was leisurely savoring the delicious food and wine, as if he had just crushed three ants, which was completely insignificant.

The three killers of different skin colors looked at each other and smiled bitterly. After a moment's thought, they tried every possible way to escape, but they found that in the face of absolute force, any conspiracy or trick was meaningless.

The black man whose knee had been shot bravely raised his head, a flash of fear in his dark eyes. He suppressed the fear in his heart and spoke tremblingly in fluent Chinese: "Kill God, we admit defeat. Name a price."

The other two white people and the yellow man all looked up at Zhu Moye with a glimmer of hope.

In the killer circle, there is an unwritten rule that if a killer ranked in the top 100 of the underground world is tasked with assassinating a killer in the same circle and unfortunately fails, he can pay a corresponding price to redeem his life.

After all, everyone who can make it into the top 100 killer rankings is a national treasure. Such regulations can ensure the reduction of talent resources to the greatest extent.

The three of them silently prayed in their hearts that this seemingly kind God of Death could be as gentle as he appeared...

Zhu Moye smiled noncommittally, took a sip of red wine, and chuckled, "You haven't answered my question yet."

The three of them felt a pang of anxiety. The man who had become the uncrowned king of the underworld was indeed not so easy to talk to. After calming down, the black man said sternly, "Kill God, you should know that the organization keeps the information of those with bounties absolutely confidential. We really don't know who wants to kill you."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye's expression was as calm as water, without any fluctuation. He slowly sat down on the sofa, with a slight grin on his lips, and said, "Forget it. There are so many people who want to kill me. When I have time, I will kill them all one by one."

As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped. The three people lying on the ground bleeding profusely suddenly became silent, and were oppressed by the sudden murderous aura to the point that they had difficulty breathing.

Immediately, Zhu Moye smiled in relief and changed the subject, "However, I can give you a chance to survive."

The three of them felt as if the huge rock pressing on their chests finally fell to their stomachs, and they began to gasp for breath.

Zhu Moye stood up, walked in front of the black killer, turned around, and said calmly and nonchalantly: "Tell me, am I handsome?"

The black man was slightly stunned, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face. He didn't expect that the dignified God of Death would actually be a person who liked to listen to flattery. Now it would be difficult for him to die.

He spoke hurriedly, praising him repeatedly: "Handsome! Lord Killer God, you are the most handsome man I have ever seen in the world! In the world..."

Stab~!

"Uh……"

He had only said half of his words when a line of blood suddenly appeared in the air, and the black killer Spade J could no longer speak.

boom!

The tall body fell heavily to the ground, bleeding profusely, and was lifeless.

The remaining white killer Queen of Hearts and the Chinese killer King were stunned by this sudden change.

It was clearly a huge act of flattery, so how could it have led to a fatal disaster? A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the two men.

"You know too much... People who know too much will die miserably, don't you know?"

Zhu Moye's face was full of joy, with a faint smile on his face. It was obvious that he enjoyed the flattery of Spade J very much, but he uttered a word full of malice.

The Queen and King of Hearts were sweating profusely. They had heard that the God of Kill was a man full of bad taste. It turned out that there was no false reputation. This was more than just bad taste, it was simply bad taste!

Suddenly, Zhu Moye turned his head slightly, fixed his gaze on the white killer Queen of Hearts, grinned and said, "Am I handsome?"

Queen of Hearts was startled, her hairs all standing on end. She shook her head like a rattle and trembled, "I don't know... I really don't know anything... Ah!"

After a scream, a bloody hole suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the Queen of Hearts, and a crystal marble was embedded in the center of her eyebrows. Her eyes gradually became unfocused, and she died with her eyes open.

"If you don't know something that even pigs know, what's the use of you?"

Zhu Moye pretended to be compassionate, sighed, and looked like he was sad for their misfortune and angry at their lack of resistance. The next second, he looked at the last Chinese killer, King.

King now finally understood that Zhu Moye had never thought of letting them go and giving them a hope to live, but ruthlessly breaking it in the end was the most miserable way to die.

He couldn't help but get angry at the moment. After all, he was ranked in the top ten, the famous King, the boss of the Tonghua team, but now he was being treated like a rat and played with.

"Zhu Moye! How dare you violate the rules of the underground world? Are you really not afraid of the organization's sanctions?"

Zhu Moye showed no fear and said calmly, "The purpose of rules is to allow the strong to break them. I am strong, but you are not!"

Seeing that Zhu Moye was not afraid of the punishment from the immortals in the assassin organization, King knew that he was doomed. His face was grim and he roared hysterically: "Damn it, you pretentious bastard, I curse you to be struck by lightning for pretending to be so pretentious!"

Boom!

As if the heavens had responded to his curse, a loud thunderclap suddenly resounded in the sky, the sound shaking the heavens and shattering gold and rocks.

A purple thunder dragon as thick as a water tank came roaring and rushing like lightning, breaking the roof of the building and hitting Zhu Moye without giving him any time to react.

Chapter 2: Prince Gong

In the confusion, there was no light and no darkness. Zhu Moye seemed to be swimming in an endless sea of ​​chaos.

There is no time, no space, it's so empty that it's scary.

Zhu Moye's eyelids twitched, and he opened his eyes slightly. There was a look of confusion in his pupils, as if he had lost consciousness.

When I closed it again, I couldn't tell how much time had passed. Maybe it was a second, or a year, or maybe it was eternity.

Suddenly, Zhu Moye, who was in a trance, felt a warm and wet feeling on his face. The instinct of years of fighting made him subconsciously arch his nose. A strong smell of blood quietly penetrated into the tip of his nose and went straight to the brain nerves.

Blood has an extraordinary meaning to a killer. Once he sees blood, it means either the enemy or he will die!

And this blood has the same body temperature as his own, so it is obviously his own blood.

The sense of crisis that he had developed over the years suddenly took over, and Zhu Moye suddenly woke up.

"Prince!"

Before the first ray of light hit his eyes, a sharp cry rang in his ears. It was a man's suppressed, feminine cry, like a drake's, extremely unpleasant.

Before Zhu Moye could figure out what was going on, he was startled by the sharp scream. Thinking that he was attacked by the enemy, he slammed the ground with both hands and jumped up. In a few leaps, he was ten meters away. Only then did he have time to take a good look at the surrounding environment.

Zhu Moye breathed a sigh of relief only after he felt that there was no murderous aura around him. He blinked his eyes, adjusted to the scorching sun, and then reached out to wipe his forehead to wipe off the bloodstain.

"Hiss~ It hurts so damn much!"

"Damn, I didn't expect that pretending to be cool would actually get me struck by lightning."

His finger lightly touched the finger-wide wound, and a burning pain went straight into his heart, making Zhu Moye grimace in pain.

The God of Death was actually judged by Lord Lei Gong for pretending to be cool with a few assassins. If this were to be made public, the whole world would probably laugh.

Thinking of this, Zhu Moye couldn't help but blush, but the next second, he suddenly froze.

Was I struck by lightning?

That's right, I was indeed struck by lightning. That thunder dragon as thick as a water tank was enough to turn the entire Oriental Building into charcoal, but I was hit and only my head exploded?

This is obviously unscientific!

Thinking of this, Zhu Moye realized that something was unusual. He frowned and carefully recalled everything that had happened recently.

It seemed like someone shouted at him just now. When he woke up from his daze, he thought it was an enemy. Now that he thought about it carefully, the person seemed to have called the word "Prince"?

Prince? Are you kidding me? This isn't a feudal society anymore. If you make such a joke, you'll be punished.

Zhu Moye lowered his head slightly, unable to figure out what was going on, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his own slender shadow.

His pupils suddenly shrank. Although he was not a two-meter-tall man, he was still a standard tall, rich and handsome man. This shadow looked like a child no matter how he looked at it.

He suddenly stretched out his two hands and placed them in front of his eyes. His palms, which were originally as big as casseroles, were now only as big as mooncakes.

Zhu Moye still couldn't believe such an absurd fact. He turned his neck in a circle and looked at himself from top to bottom.

Only then did he realize that he was actually in the body of a two or three-year-old child, wearing a black dragon robe with a majestic four-clawed dragon carved on it. Two rubies as big as lychees were inlaid in the dragon's eyes. Each of them would be a priceless treasure in the future.

In addition, the belt that binds her waist is inlaid with gold and jade, and everything on her body is worth a fortune.

"Black dragon robe, the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Moye's eyes were dazed, staring blankly at the front, unable to believe that such a fantastic thing as traveling through time could actually happen to him.

Throughout the Chinese dynasties, only the Ming Dynasty had used this kind of clothing by princes and nobles. As the king of the underworld in his previous life, he had studied the history of various countries. The clothes he wore were obviously exclusive to the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Just as Zhu Moye was lost in thought, the eunuch who had just been shouting came running up to him, panting, from a hundred meters away. Without a word, he fell to his knees and pleaded in fear and trepidation, "Hu...Hu...I deserve to die. I frightened His Royal Highness. I beg you to die."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye's thoughts that had drifted far away were immediately pulled back. He sighed slightly and then accepted the fact that he had traveled through time and space and became the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Since he is here, he might as well make the best of it. Anyway, he had no ties in his previous life, no relatives or loved ones. Moreover, he was tired of the endless life of vendettas in his previous life.

Arriving in a new world, it’s the perfect time to start a new life!

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhu Moye looked at the little eunuch who was lying on the ground, shivering and looking ashen. The most urgent thing was to find out which era he was in.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy ensures victory in every battle. The struggle within the royal family is even more brutal than the underground world in the previous life. It is the most cruel political struggle. If you don't understand the situation clearly, you may not even know how you died.

Zhu Moye glanced at the little eunuch with an expression of neither sadness nor joy on his face. This kind of indifferent look was simply not something an innocent child could possess.

"Let me ask you, what year is it now? What is my name?"

The indifferent and childish voice seemed very discordant. When it fell into the ears of the young eunuch, it was like thunder. He shrank back in fear and did not dare to think whether Zhu Moye had a broken brain to ask such a superficial question.

He trembled and said, "Your Highness, it is now the third year of Chenghua, and you are the second son of the current emperor, Zhu Youji."

Zhu Youji? The young Prince Daogong who died young?

Zhu Moye's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that he had come to the most famous palace fighting period in the history of the Ming Dynasty. During this period, the most favored concubine in history, Concubine Wan, appeared.

This woman caused chaos in the palace and interfered in state affairs. Relying on her deep favor from Ming Xianzong Zhu Jianshen, she eliminated dissidents and killed the favored concubines in the harem. What was even more cruel was that because the first son she gave birth to for Zhu Jianshen died young, she developed a distorted mentality and could not bear to see other concubines give birth to children for Ming Xianzong. It is said that Ming Xianzong's second son, Prince Daogong Zhu Youji, who was supposed to inherit the throne, was killed by her.

Zhu Youtang, the famous benevolent emperor of the Ming Dynasty who created the prosperous Hongzhi Restoration, and Zhu Moye's current step-brother, was also persecuted by Concubine Wan. He was secretly sent out of the palace by the old eunuchs in the palace and lived among the people for more than ten years.

In an instant, countless information about this era flashed through Zhu Moye's mind. After sorting out his thoughts, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his pupils.

It seems that my situation is not optimistic...

Chapter 3 Plane Mall?

It is now the third year of Chenghua, and judging by the weather, it should be March. Isn't this the time when the unfortunate Crown Prince Zhu Youji died?

This time, my head was inexplicably buzzing, and the imperial guards had not come to rescue me for a long time. I guess there must be a lot of mysteries involved.

Zhu Moye estimated that according to the normal development of history, the unlucky Zhu Youji died in this man-made accident in March of the third year of Chenghua.

There is no need to think too much about the instigator. Only Concubine Wan has the ability to transfer the palace guards, and dares to kill the current crown prince. Who else could it be except her?

Moreover, the forbidden area of ​​the imperial palace is under maintenance all year round, so how could tiles suddenly fall and kill the unlucky Zhu Youji?

"Haha, the most favored concubine in history, Wan Zhen'er, right? I want to see if you have three heads and six arms!"

Zhu Moye stuck out his tongue and slid it around the corner of his mouth, savoring the faintly fishy and sweet taste on the tip of his tongue. A terrifying bloodthirsty light flashed in his starry eyes.

The young eunuch, who was still kneeling on the ground, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, as if he had heard something terrible and wished he could cut off his ears on the spot.

In this imperial palace, if you hear something you shouldn't know, the only outcome is death.

Although it is said that if the king wants his subject to die, the subject has to die, not to mention that he is just a small eunuch, but who really wants to die?

Seeing that Zhu Moye was still young, the young eunuch felt a glimmer of hope. He raised his head weakly and asked with concern, "Your Highness, you are still bleeding. Let me take you to see the imperial physician as soon as possible."