Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Since you happen to want Maki as a sacrifice, then please go and get her yourself, just as you have always done."

“A living sacrifice, a gangster with the qualifications of a ritualist. Whatever you want, I will give you.”

"We share the same goal: to kill Azuma Maki. That is unchangeable."

A few seconds later, a meaningful, ghostly voice rang in Dong Wenyu's ears.

"Heh, interesting. Are you scared?"

"You should know that the occultists we use for ritual transformation are all hastily mass-produced, low-quality products, even the Crimson and Blue ones."

"Without devout faith and unwavering conviction, the power of a mystic will be greatly diminished."

"So, it's not shocking that Aka and Ao were killed. In Mount Ooe, they weren't even ranked."

"You want me to continue supporting you? Sure."

"As long as you have enough materials, my production line can operate normally. The number of Oni from Mount Ooe will not disappoint you."

Dong Wenyu clapped his hands together, as if afraid that Shuten-dōji would change his mind, and spoke loudly.

"Okay, that's settled."

"The materials will be delivered on time."

"Just in case, I have a backup plan."

"I will prepare as many living sacrifices as possible, as well as a strong enough body. If we succeed tomorrow, all will be well. If we fail, then I'm afraid you will have to take over my body yourself, come to the human world, and wipe out the enemy."

"If the body of the person who possesses your body is strong enough, and a large number of mortal souls are sacrificed, it should be enough to allow you to briefly come into this world."

"What is your opinion, Your Excellency?"

This time, Shuten-dōji remained silent for an even longer period.

"Even if you have taken control of the Dongwen Society, and a large number of mortals are sacrificed on your territory, you will still get into trouble."

"Are you willing to go to such lengths?"

"I really underestimated you, Dong Wenyu."

Dong Wenyu chuckled, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Your Excellency Ghost King, in my eyes, there is no difference between humans and beasts."

"Anything that can bring me value is useful, and anything that can bring me value through death is barely considered useless—I don't care about those."

"The empire of the Dongwen Society is built from the piles of corpses of the defeated. Do you take me for some kind of good person?"

"What? Could it be that you're a little soft-hearted and can't bear to take so many mortal lives?"

Dong Wenyu spoke in a joking tone, but his eyes were quite serious.

"If humans are livestock, then ghosts and gods are ferocious beasts that prey on them. When have you ever seen a predator show mercy to its prey?"

"No need to provoke me, I agree."

"However, Dong Wenyu, tomorrow is the last time I will tolerate you. If you dare to fool me again, you will also have a place among the sacrifices."

Dong Wenyu smiled slightly, not taking the threat to heart. He bowed gracefully and backed out of the courtyard.

After a long while, faint whispers of ghosts and spirits began to murmur.

"A body large enough to contain my soul. Sufficient living sacrifices for my presence?"

Aren't you afraid I'll be the first to kill you?

"Interesting, Dong Wenyu. What else do you have to rely on?"

"Humph"

"I did manage to come up with some backup plans!"

Meanwhile, in a side courtyard of the Dongwen Association headquarters, a maid in a kimono suddenly looked up at the direction of the Demon King statue, and a strange smile appeared on her lips.

Her right arm, hidden beneath her kimono, revealed a faint, highly evocative fluorescent glow.

After leaving the courtyard, Dong Wenyu walked back to his study.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived in his private space, and muttered to himself with a relaxed expression.

"Hmph, do wild beasts look down on livestock?"

"The ghosts and gods trapped in dreams are at best just wild beasts kept in a zoo."

What exactly is the difference between a domesticated wild beast and a domesticated livestock?

"They're just food for the stronger ones."

"May the God of the East Shining God be above, and may the eight provinces of Kanjuku forever protect and bless you!"

"The Demon King of Mount Ooe, it's hard to say who ate whom."

Chapter 116 Toshogu Shrine

In Dong Wenyu's study, two figures stood before his desk like still sculptures.

He pushed open the door and entered, and the two men turned their heads slightly to bow to him.

The man on the left is a middle-aged man, somewhat short in stature, but with a fierce expression. He is dressed in Wu clothing and has a sword at his waist, making him appear to be a warrior.

The woman on the right is a beautiful woman with a mature charm. She is dressed in a shrine maiden outfit, with a chihaya robe with crane and pine patterns on top. Her exquisite figure is completely covered by the loose clothing. She looks dignified and beautiful, but also has a unique and alluring charm.

Dong Wenyu returned to his seat, paused for a moment, and said, "You two must be tired from your long journey."

"There's no other way. The headquarters is currently enshrining a statue of Shuten-dōji. I don't know if the Demon King in Tokyo has any followers planted long ago. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, I had to hastily summon you two here today."

“He agreed to my suggestion. Tomorrow I will provide him with a prepared body so that the Ghost King can come here in person.”

"I will tamper with that body."

"Now that he's here, don't let him leave."

A fierce glint flashed in Dong Wenyu's eyes, and he said with a sinister smile, "I will try my best to balance the situation tomorrow and make this Ghost King and those little devils from the Collectors Association suffer heavy losses, but anything can happen."

"If the situation gets out of control, then Heihachiro, it will be up to you to step in and eliminate those [accidents]."

"The flesh and souls of a large number of extraordinary beings, plus a real ghost king, this offering is enough to make the brilliance of the Eastern God Lord reappear and make him famous throughout the world once again!"

"Compared to this, the bait thrown to Shuten-dōji is nothing."

The thin, middle-aged man dressed as a samurai bowed formally and replied, "Hey, sir, don't worry. Even if it's not the Demon King in his prime, I'm confident I can handle possessing a broken body."

Dong Wenyu nodded with pleasure, then turned to the witch, his expression softening considerably.

"Yangming Princess, I'll have Suzuki assist you in setting up the sacrificial array in a moment. Be careful not to reveal any flaws in front of that demon king. You can use the real sacrificial array diagram inside, but tamper with the outer one to lure the object of the sacrifice to Toshogu Shrine, is that alright?"

The shrine maiden, known as Princess Yangming, smiled gently and nodded.

"Lord Yu, please rest assured. All eight hundred priests, priestesses, and warriors of Toshogu Shrine have been preparing for this moment for a long time, and there will be absolutely no mistakes."

"Tomorrow, when the formation is set up, we will sacrifice the souls of those extraordinary beings and the Demon King Shuten-dōji. At the same time, the believers in the Tōshō-gū Shū will silently chant the name of the god Tōshō Daigongen. When the two are combined, the god will surely descend to earth again!"

"At that time, with the God-King backing you up, starting with the Tobunkai, we can quickly spread the influence of Toshogu Shrine to all walks of life in Japan!"

"Even rebuilding the shogunate might not be impossible!"

The soft female voice carried a hint of passionate fervor, which made Dong Wenyu squint his eyes in pleasure.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Dong Wenyu's smile vanished, and his voice returned to its usual calm and authoritative tone.

The person who pushed open the door was Dong Wenyu's strategist, Suzuki Hidema, the leader of the Suzuki Group.

He caught a glimpse of the two uninvited guests out of the corner of his eye, but kept his eyes straight ahead. He simply walked up to Dong Wenyu and bowed respectfully.

"President, you called me?"

Dong Wenyu nodded, gestured to Yang Mingji with his eyes, and said, "Suzuki, this is my guest."

"Go down with her in a bit. Whatever she wants, whatever she wants to do, you have to fulfill her every wish, understand?"

“Her words are my words. Among my subordinates, you are the most reliable. I entrust this matter entirely to you. This is related to whether I can hold onto my position as the president of the Dongwen Association. You must not slack off.”

Suzuki Hidehime's expression was humble, but a hint of indescribable seriousness flashed across his eyes.

Without hesitation, he respectfully agreed and, without asking any further questions, led the priestess Yangmingji away at Dong Wenyu's command.

Afterwards, the middle-aged warrior was also taken away to rest.

In the silent atmosphere of the study, Dong Wenyu slowly clenched his fist.

"Those who chase the deer do not see the mountain, but look at the ghosts, only to find that they are fighting against the gods."

"Maki, I'm really looking forward to seeing your panicked expression when you're defeated and become a human sacrifice tomorrow."

After Dong Wenyu finished speaking, the expression on his face became somewhat ferocious and manic.

It's like a madman who starts celebrating the very last second before he's about to succeed.

It's like a fanatical believer about to meet a god.

"What? You're going too? Is your injury fully healed? Think it over carefully, this isn't just an ordinary sparring match."

Uesugi Kiyoshi was sitting at the dining table in the Collectors' Association's apartment.

In front of me was a table laden with delicious food.

With a cheerful smile, Nohara Kyoko served him food and rice using serving chopsticks.

Across from him, Izumi Rin sat properly on a high stool, bowing very solemnly to him, her head almost buried in her rice jar—yes, she wasn't using a bowl, but a jar.

"Don't worry, it's just a minor sprain like a twisted ankle, it's all healed already."

"Qing, please let me participate in tomorrow's battle!"

"This is my lifelong request!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi sniffed helplessly. Although his junior sister's addition to the battlefield might be a strong force, he was still uncertain about tomorrow's battle. He had no trump card to protect his master's daughter from direct combat, which made him feel uneasy.

Although he knew that his worries were mostly unnecessary, and that Izumi Rin, with all her shackles removed, might be even stronger than him.

But this feeling of worry lingered.