Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Wen Jiao transformed herself into a little demon. While the demons were busy serving food and wine to the White Elephant Demon and the Great Peng, and the Green Lion Demon was struggling with the invincible White Tent King, she pretended to walk past the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle unintentionally.

At this moment, the Yin-Yang Qi bottle was being placed outside the cave entrance. The little demons guarding the bottle were sitting scattered around, some were taking a nap, while others were alert with their eyes wide open, looking around.

As soon as Wen Jiao got closer to the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle to a safe distance, she saw the alert little demon's eyes tightened. Many of them stood up immediately, and there were as many as thirty-six of them.

It turned out that this Yin-Yang Qi Bottle required thirty-six people to lift it because of the number of Tiangang. The three demons then carefully selected thirty-six little demons with proficient martial arts, strong skin and sharp teeth, quick wits and loyalty to be the ones to carry the bottle. These were the little demons who were on guard at the moment.

Wen Jiao was sure that she could kill them in one breath, but at this moment, there were patrolling teams of demons coming and going, and it was impossible not to alert the two demons Xiang and Peng if a group of demons were killed suddenly. Although the White Tent King was good at fighting when he was alive, he was just a ghost after all, and he only got a drop of her blood. It was unknown how long he could hold back the Green Lion Demon, and the Green Lion Demon might come back to help at any time.

Frankly speaking, Wen Jiao doesn't take the lion and elephant seriously among the three demons, the lion, the elephant and the roc. She is just worried about the speed of the roc, and has to be wary of them joining forces, so she has to take a roundabout way. Seeing that the little demon guarding the bottle was indeed alert, Wen Jiao followed the idea she had thought of earlier and said to the little demons: "Brothers, the three kings are worried about your hard work in guarding this treasure, and asked me to ask the kitchen to give you some wine and food. If you have anything you particularly like to eat, just tell me directly and I will go and get it for you."

The eyes of the little demon guarding the bottle suddenly lit up. The little demons in Lion Camel Ridge had plenty of meat to eat, but they couldn't drink wine normally. Only when the three kings celebrated their birthdays could they be rewarded with a bowl or two of wine. They drank it all in one gulp. How could they be satisfied? After hearing what Wen Jiao said, they were all tempted and said in unison: "Nothing else matters, as long as this brother brings us a few more jars of wine."

"The best is the cashew wine! I heard that this wine is a local fine wine brought from India by the Second King, brewed with cashews. Last time when the Third King celebrated his birthday, I got a bowl of it, and it was so delicious... I've been thinking about it all the time."

"As a snack, I want dried human meat, with five spices."

“I like spicy.”

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Wen Jiao nodded with a smile and said, "I've made a note of it. Brothers, wait for me. I'll be back soon and I guarantee you'll enjoy the meal to your heart's content."

As she spoke, she followed the footsteps of the little vegetable demon and walked towards the kitchen. However, when she turned around, her smile instantly disappeared.

The kitchen of Lion Camel Ridge was dug deeper under the main cave, with a vent leading to the outside world. This was done to prevent the smell from polluting the residences of the three kings, and to draw water from a nearby underground spring to store food in the cool shade.

Wen Jiao walked along the way and saw the errand boys constantly pushing carts with freshly shaved bones and throwing them out. The bones included birds, beasts, and humans. After entering the cave, she saw many roe deer, bears, pigs, and human corpses hooked up with iron hooks. Many chefs had shiny knives and cut the meat indiscriminately, either chopping it into ribs or cutting it into fine pieces for making sauce. There were also many big and strong chefs who were sweating profusely in front of large iron pots, frying, stir-frying, boiling, and deep-frying. The smell of meat was everywhere, making people feel sick.

This kitchen provided meals for 30,000 little demons and the three demons, Lion, Elephant and Peng, on a daily basis. It was so large that the iron pot alone could hold ten adult men. The chefs in charge of the cooking had green faces and fangs, and were more than ten feet tall. One could tell at a glance that they were extremely strong.

Wen Jiao watched all of this, and as she walked, she quietly sprinkled the powder prepared according to the ancient Yaksha clan's poison recipe all the way, covering the forest of meat above, the mountains of vegetables and fruits around, and the chefs' knives and chopping boards with a thin layer of colorless and odorless powder.

When you reach the innermost cave, you will arrive at the "Imperial Kitchen" of the Three Demons. There are three large pots lined up in a row, and three demon chefs are waving their spoons vigorously. Every time a dish is ready, they scoop it up with a spoon and flip it aside without even looking.

The well-trained serving demon handed over the basin-sized plate just right, put the dish on it, and left, and the next demon took over with the plate. Wen Jiao's eyes swept through the demons waiting in line to receive the dishes, and fixed on a demon that looked particularly familiar.

She had seen this demon before, when she was pretending to be a messenger demon, next to the three demons. Wen Jiao mixed in the crowd, and with lightning speed, she pinched the demon out, and squeezed it into the team that was leaving with her. At the same time, she separated an incarnation and quickly transformed into his appearance, standing in the food delivery team in his place.

The little demon had died the moment she pinched him. She held his limbs and made him walk stiffly to a secluded place. Then she pulled his clothes off, revealing his chest covered with yellow hair.

Huo Ling'er's figure emerged, and after looking at the furry chest of the little demon, a disgusting expression appeared on her face. She sighed and said, "Exorcist, Defender of the Way!"

These four words seemed to give her strength. She finally made up her mind, and one of her hands turned back into a lion's claw. With one claw, she drilled a hole in the little demon's chest, pulled out his heart, and swallowed it in one gulp while suppressing her nausea.

"Cough, cough, cough!" She was nauseated by the fishy and sticky feeling and her hair stood on end. She kept patting her chest, trying to suppress the urge to vomit.

Wen Jiao handed her a pot of nectar and said apologetically, "Sister Huo, drink it quickly to suppress the pain. If I hadn't asked you to help me this time, you wouldn't have to suffer this."

Huo Ling'er drank it all in one gulp, and then she felt better. She raised her chin and said, "Why are you and I talking so politely? If I could not learn the thirty-six transformations and could only use the secret transformation method of the Yaksha tribe, I would not have to suffer this."

As she spoke, her figure and face began to change: her chin became pointed, her mouth became longer, and dry golden hair grew on her body.

After ten breaths, she looked exactly like the little demon.

Wen Jiao still maintained the appearance of a messenger to the little demons, and the two went to the stove where the little demons cooked, and pretended to be the three demons' orders, asking for a lot of wine, vegetables, and put them on the cart and pushed them out. Huo Ling'er also had to put out the vegetables one by one, while Wen Jiao directly opened the seal of the wine jar, and an intoxicating aroma of wine immediately went straight into the nostrils of the little demons.

The little demons guarding the bottle were already exhausted from the sun, but when they smelled the aroma of the wine, they immediately forgot everything else. Without waiting for Wen Jiao to pour the wine for them, they rushed over, grabbed the gourd ladle, scooped it up and poured it into their mouths. While drinking, they praised: "You two brothers are so capable, how did you get this wine? Those stingy people in the kitchen actually gave it to you? It's even better than the reward from the king last time!"

Wen Jiao just smiled and said nothing. This wine was just ordinary cashew wine, and the reason why it was so sweet was because it had something added to it.

There was nothing special or advanced about the material. It was just an enhanced and upgraded version of the drug for beating flowers.

Soon, the little demons were drunk and confused. This time, when Wen Jiao stepped forward, no one stopped her from approaching the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle.

She knocked on the bottle and sent a message inside: "Sun Dasheng, are you okay?"

Wukong's surprised voice came out from the bottle: "Is it Auntie? I was just trying to get out of the bottle, but my crutch was melted by the bottle!"

As he spoke, there was a hint of grievance in his voice.