Chapter 302: with translation of chapter title

302 Decapitation operation officially begins!

Tushan Jiu naturally saw the situation in the demon realm crystal clear.

As for that old man's provocation, she didn't pay it any heed at all.

On the contrary, it saved a lot of trouble.

They just want to wage guerrilla warfare against her to drain her cultivation, so let's fight.

Anyway, the battle plan had long been set; it's not just her alone as a diviner—each city had already prepared several dozen diviners.

As long as the overall direction is under control, the rest can be left to them.

After all, their final plan is the decapitation operation.

Her ghost-head knife was raring to go.

In her thoughts, she issued one order after another, preparing the divinatory deployments for the other cities: "Next, I'll hand over command here; please the temporary command headquarters of the diviners in each major city take over real-time divination. Thank you for your hard work, stay safe."

Six "received" acknowledgments came from the communicator.

Tushan Jiu cut off the communication.

The final order, she pressed the Nan Cheng communicator: "Everyone, take note—this batch are the twenty-four mountain ghost sprites, their cultivation is not low, O venerable heavenly masters, this is now yours!"

This order was a reply from Maomao's master, who said: "Go on, kids, just charge forward, don't look back—we old-timers are still fit enough to hold the line!"

Tushan Jiu responded: "Thank you for your hard work, everyone stay safe."

Having said that, she cut off the communication, then pressed her earpiece and said: "Deduction squad, stop fighting, gather—I'm coming right away, the decapitation operation officially begins!"

Wang Dongqing: "Come on, I've been waiting—let's hit them by surprise!"

Mumu excitedly shouted: "Quick quick quick, I can barely hold myself—I'm about to do a 'puppet beats tiger'!"

Maomao: "Mm, waiting for you, hurry."

Xiang Yichu: "This time we must win!"

Tushan Jiu laughed: "Win!"

After hanging up, she turned to look at Xie Shiyu, who had been standing by her side, and said: "Husband, lend us some luck—may we achieve victory right from the start!"

"My intuition tells me you will surely secure a complete victory." Xie Shiyu lowered his head and kissed her lips.

In an instant, golden qi enveloped both of them, merging into Tushan Jiu's body.

With a "hum", the ghost-head knife shot out from the tent, followed by a fleeting afterimage that vanished swiftly into the night.

Xie Shiyu followed closely, looking up at the great bridge where various spell formations and continual lightning from the sky descended.

The barrier could block heavenly and earthly phenomena, but it could not block the sound of thunder.

Nan Cheng had banned fireworks and firecrackers during past Spring Festivals, but this year, to mask the noise, the ban was lifted.

He turned his gaze to the city sky, where splendid fireworks kept bursting forth, echoing this side.

Tushan Jiu used the "shrink ground to an inch" technique, flashing directly onto the bridge; the few of them did not immediately enter the demon realm, but waited until the twenty-four mountain ghosts emerged, then, once the fight began, they stepped silently through that "gate".

After entering the gate, the scene before the five of them underwent a complete transformation.

Unlike the demon realms portrayed in films and TV, this is actually part of Huaxia—only deep in the old mountains and forests, a place humans cannot tread.

There are houses here, but unlike skyscrapers, they are wooden or thatched huts, each quite large, since some demons find it hard to assume human form and also need to shift between human and original forms.

The first impression for Tushan Jiu and her companions was that the demons seemed not particularly particular about their lifestyle.

They were all first-time visitors to the demon realm, but having no time for detailed observation, they headed straight for the demon stronghold not far away.

During the operation, they all concealed their own qi.

The demons have already deployed most of their forces; only a few high-ranking demons capable of transformation remain here.

Everyone stood idly in the open space, awaiting the king's command.

Tushan Jiu and her companions observed for a moment, then she took a small bottle from her bracelet—inside was demonic power, which she had requisitioned earlier while preparing for this battle; it was just enough for the four of them.

As for why it's four people, that's naturally because Mumu doesn't need it—she herself carries demonic power, so using her own is fine, and no demon would detect it.

Tushan Jiu and the four of them blended the demonic power into their bodies, then swaggered straight into the enemy's interior.

After scanning the area, Tushan Jiu locked onto a man and gave Wang Dongqing a look.

Wang Dongqing gave an OK sign, then went up and hooked his arm around the man's shoulder: "Brother, what's the situation? Where are we? I just went to take a piss."

That man had been looking at a sheepskin scroll in his hand, and this action startled him.

He turned his head to glance at Wang Dongqing, brushed off his hand, sized him up from head to toe, then twitched his nose and sniffed: "Parrot spirit?"

Wang Dongqing blinked, then said: "Uh... yeah, yeah, I'm a parrot, I'm a parrot."

He thought, they truly are the great demon king's great-granddescendants—just a whiff tells what kind of demonic power it is.

But where did Tushan Jiu get that parrot-spirit demonic power from!

The man's face showed disdain: "You're from the aerial squad—how come you didn't drink the pesticide?"

Full of mockery.

Wang Dongqing choked; Tushan Jiu hadn't told them the details about the pesticide, so he wondered what was going on and also puzzled over how those birds would drink pesticide.

He gave a vague answer: "I didn't drink it, heh, I felt that stuff was off, so when the three-legged bird big brother offered it to me, I just didn't take it."

"Tch, you at least have a bit of brains—I heard that three-legged bird idiot actually treats the stuff like treasure, handing it out to his squad."

Wang Dongqing changed the subject: "Our parrot clan hasn't drunk it either, and now we don't know which side to follow into battle—I'm worried sick."

The man sighed and shook his head: "You avian folk have small brains, indeed limited capacity—never mind, just follow our tiger clan."

Wang Dongqing feigned shock, exaggerating: "Brother! You're of the tiger clan—no wonder your transformation is so successful; I didn't even sense it—turns out you're of the great demon king's lineage—this is too awesome!"

The man closed the sheepskin scroll, lifted his chin, gave a light cough, and affected a low-key tone: "Alright, alright—if I say I'm the great demon king's legitimate great-grandson, you'd probably piss your pants."

Wang Dongqing: "...... Wow, you're actually the great demon king's legitimate great-grandson! So awesome, so awesome, legitimate great-grandson, legitimate great-grandson, so awesome......"

The man, unable to contain his pride, laughed: "You really got the parrot's instinct scared out of you, hahaha—you're too funny. Anyway, war is boring; those humans are just fish on a chopping board struggling. You, this parrot, are quite interesting—later I'll go report to my great-grandfather the results from the other six fronts; today you can be my little lackey."

Wang Dongqing hurriedly nodded: "Then thank you, little demon king, thank you, little demon king, thank you, little demon king."

The smile on the man's face grew even larger, his mouth corners were about to split up to his temples.