Chapter 350: A Single Word Awakens the One Within the Scheme

Boluohui truly did not know where he had offended Lingxiang; ever since he followed her to Shiyang Hall, she had looked at him with nothing but disdain.

Especially after being glared at fiercely by Lingxiang, Boluohui stood there trembling, not daring to move a muscle.

To think that he, a man of the great desert, a strapping fellow, had ever been so embarrassed?

He believed he had not offended Lingxiang; after all, when they were at the Yuanqing Sect, those inner-sect senior brothers had given him repeated warnings never to provoke Fucang Elder.

Boluohui had kept that firmly in mind!

Just as he was utterly baffled, Lingxiang suddenly became dejected and started sighing, and he did not know what was wrong again.

Regardless, as long as she was not angry with him, everything else was negotiable.

Boluohui rubbed his hands together, approached with a fawning smile, and asked cautiously, "Elder, have you encountered some difficulty?"

If he could curry favor now, his days ahead might not be too difficult...

Lingxiang naturally did not know the little schemes in Boluohui's heart; she had no mind to pay attention to him right now, but she could not leave him hanging for no reason, so she hesitated over what excuse to use to brush him off.

Forget it, forget it; they would be seeing each other every day in the future, so it was not good to go too far.

"Ever since I arrived in the Demon Realm, I have never seen Maidong again. It has been almost three years now, and I still haven't found a single trace of her."

"Senior Sister Maidong? She came to the Demon Realm too?"

Boluohui did not know what had happened at the Yuanqing Sect, and Wumin Jun had never told him, so naturally, he did not know what had befallen Maidong.

"Yes," Lingxiang replied irritably, resting her chin on her hand as she thought of this matter with great annoyance: "After Guihua brought Maidong here, I don't even know where she locked her up."

Brought by Guihua? Then that was easy to handle!

"Uh..." Boluohui struggled with his wording, then asked hesitantly: "Isn't that demoness the Elder's maid now? Just find a pretext and have her bring Senior Sister Maidong over."

Lingxiang had no intention of talking to Boluohui, so when Boluohui waited for a long time without seeing any reaction from her, he thought this method was unfeasible.

But who would have thought that just as Boluohui was planning to think of another trick, Lingxiang suddenly turned to look at him, her black-and-white eyes wide open, looking extremely startling.

Did he say something wrong again?

Boluohui was at a loss for a moment, but how could he know that Lingxiang was merely observing him carefully.

Mmm! Thick brows and big eyes, a high nose and wide mouth; he could be considered quite handsome.

Never expected that this Boluohui, who looked like a blockhead, actually had some brains!

"Good lad! Good lad!..."

Lingxiang was so excited she said "good lad" several times in a row, but she was actually three or four years younger than Boluohui, and the sight was extremely comical.

It was truly a case of Lingxiang being too involved in the situation to see clearly; she had only been thinking about how to restrain Guihua to keep Maidong safe, and had not thought of this point.

Lingxiang could not help but feel deep regret, feeling that she had wasted these years of throwing her weight around, and even her "fox borrowing the tiger's might" had not been aimed in the right direction.

But...

What kind of pretext would be good?

The method was a good one, but if she did not find a good pretext, the opportunity would be wasted.

Thinking of this, Lingxiang sat back down, rested her chin on her hand again, and quickly pondered various reasons in her heart.

This left Boluohui even more confused—had he said something wrong again?

People of the Central Plains often said "accompanying a ruler is like accompanying a tiger," but in Boluohui's view, this Fucang Elder was much more formidable than a tiger; just this short while had left his heart in a state of agitation.

While Boluohui was anxious and uneasy, Guihua was not doing much better.

As soon as she returned to Shishen Palace, Lingxiang only ordered Guihua to properly put away the items she had bought and then left without looking back; but not long after she left, she sent someone to order her to prepare bathwater, saying she wanted to bathe and change clothes.

This infuriated Guihua!

Did she take this lady for a servant? She wanted her to do this, and she wanted her to do that?

Just as Guihua was about to lash out, the messenger said it was a medicinal bath specially prepared by Feng Yuan Princess for the Demon Lord, and since they didn't know the efficacy, it had to be tested first.

Upon hearing this, Guihua did not dare to say anything else.

After all, it was that stinking girl who was going to test it this time, not her, so she didn't need to create more trouble.

Testing medicine for Lingxiang over the past two years had terrified Guihua; who knew what might be in it this time.

Better to avoid extra trouble; she would endure her for now, and wait until later...

Hmph! Once she fell into her hands in the future, she would definitely make her wish for death!

Guihua hatefully took the medicine pouch handed over by the messenger and went to prepare the bathwater through gritted teeth, cursing the messenger while she worked.

Just a piece of trash that stinking girl picked up at the market, yet she dared to order this lady around; just wait until this lady gets free, she would definitely make her pay!

The messenger was exactly the Demon Race child Lingxiang had taken in from the streets two years ago.

At that time, Lingxiang was bored in the palace, dismissed Guihua, and went to the market alone, thinking of relaxing, but she inadvertently saw several Demon Race children at a street corner, working together to bully a thin, weak child.

Lingxiang originally did not want to meddle in other people's business, but in the end, she could not control herself, saved the child, and brought him back to Shiyang Hall.

Later, she learned that the reason the child was bullied by others was because he was different from other members of the Demon Race.

People of the Demon Race were born with a demon body, while a human body was a skill acquired through later cultivation.

But this child was different; he had the appearance of a human from birth, and he did not have a shred of cultivation, no different from the human race.

The only difference was that he had no heart.

The child's parents had both perished under the previous Demon Lord's Soul Plundering Law, and now he was all alone, wandering the streets and alleys all day, ignored by everyone.

Perhaps it was his plight that touched Lingxiang; later, Lingxiang took him as her disciple and gave him the name Zhanli.

Since taking Zhanli as her disciple, Lingxiang had been conscientious and responsible, teaching him morality while also healing Zhanli's heartache.

As time passed, Zhanli changed from timid and cowardly to generous and easygoing; at a glance, he looked just like a graceful young man.

And Zhanli did not disappoint Lingxiang's expectations; not only did his cultivation grow, but he had also learned seven or eight parts of Lingxiang's skills, except for the art of Spirit-Refining.

Now, in the entire Demon Realm, there were only two people Lingxiang trusted; one was Zhanli, and the other was Adao, who had followed Lingxiang to the Demon Realm.

Ever since Lingxiang abandoned Long Qi, Adao had become quite smug, especially in front of Zhanli.

After all, he was now the senior disciple, so naturally, he had to put on the airs of a senior disciple, and from time to time, he would show off in front of Zhanli.

Adao's Demon Body is that of a yellow weasel, which by nature cannot grow very large, and he is still young in years; furthermore, the Demon Path is different from the Demon Realm, so over these past two years or more, he has hardly grown any taller, still retaining the appearance of a child.

Just imagine a child not even three feet tall baring fangs and brandishing claws in front of a five-foot-tall youth; how could that scene be anything but comical?

Yet Zhanli never gets angry, and whenever he is lectured by Adao, he merely listens from the side with a smile, his eyes filled with the utmost doting affection.

And these two are also the two people Guihua hates most in the Demon Realm, besides Lingxiang.