Chapter 373: Guihua

What is to be done?

In her urgency, Lingxiang could not think of a countermeasure for the moment, but she would not sit and wait for death.

Having spent nearly three years with Guihua, she understood her temperament somewhat. Someone like her, whose temper flared at the slightest provocation, could neither withstand incitement nor resist flattery.

When faced with indecision, use the "drag" tactic—just stall and bicker! What is difficult about that?

"I never knew the General had such patience; I am truly honored that you went out of your way to wait for me here!"

Lingxiang wore a hypocritical expression of praise, and Guihua was very pleased to hear it.

That's right! I have been biding my time for all these years, wasn't I just waiting for this moment?

At this moment, she would teach this wretched girl a good lesson to relieve the hatred in her heart!

Just as Guihua was about to strike, Lingxiang suddenly turned her back, appearing completely defenseless.

"It is just that there is one thing I do not understand, and I hope the General will not begrudge me an explanation."

Having been trampled under Lingxiang's feet for three years, that hidden humiliation felt very gratifying under Lingxiang's current flattery, and Guihua felt incomparably refreshed.

But how could Guihua know that the reason Lingxiang turned her back was because she was afraid she would be unable to hold back and let her expression reveal a clue.

"Speak and let me hear it." Guihua did not suspect anything, her face full of arrogance.

"I have always known the General's prowess and that you have many methods, but I do not know when you manipulated Maidong. Could it be that time in Qinxi City?"

Aside from that time, Lingxiang truly could not think of anything else.

Although Guihua and Maidong had met when Daoist Xuantan of the Kunwu Sect visited the Yuanqing Sect, firstly, Maidong and Guihua had no direct contact, and secondly, under the eyes of the public with many Elders present, Lingxiang did not believe Guihua could have had the opportunity to secretly harm Maidong.

So it could only be that time, but...

"Hmph, you little wretch, you're clever enough—it was indeed that time!" Guihua looked as proud as if she had accomplished a monumental task.

Wasn't it? The Demon Race was able to break into the Yuanqing Sect because of this secret move of hers, wasn't it? She had finally performed a meritorious service for the Demon Lord, and she believed the Demon Lord would surely look at her with new eyes!

"If that is the case, then I do not understand." Lingxiang rubbed her chin, trying hard to put on a look of humble inquiry. "That time in Qinxi City, Brother Chiyanzi and I worked together to purge the miasma from Maidong; logically, there should have been no hidden ailment left."

"When the General manipulated Changpu of the Kunwu Sect, I once performed the Expel Demon Technique, and I never heard of any further disturbances in Kunwu. Later, when you and the others broke into the Yuanqing Sect, I also performed the Exorcism Method. Why is the General still able to occupy Maidong's Primordial Spirit? This truly makes no sense."

It really did not make sense; Lingxiang had thought about it a dozen times by now, but she still could not figure out where the loophole was.

"It is naturally different." Guihua was full of smugness. "That person from the Kunwu Sect, seizing their Primordial Spirit and occupying their physical body, was merely a spell I cast. This little girl suffered poison damage; even if she received treatment, she would always carry my Demon Seal on her body—an existence that no amount of your exorcising or purging can remove."

"So no matter what happens in the future, the General can come and go as she pleases?" Lingxiang turned around abruptly, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes.

Guihua did not notice the change in Lingxiang's expression and remained self-satisfied.

"That's right. From now on, whether this girl lives or dies, she will be a plaything in the palm of my hand."

But Lingxiang did not feel annoyed upon hearing this; on the contrary, she was very excited—she had finally found a way to save Maidong.

"Forgive my dullness, but according to what the General said, can I understand it this way..." Lingxiang rubbed her chin with one hand and kept the other behind her back, pacing back and forth. "If I were to break out of this realm now, would I be able to reach the General's Primordial Spirit?"

Lingxiang had read in books from the Demon Realm that the Demon Race did not seem to call it "Primordial Spirit," but rather something like "Demon Domain," but that was not important; they were much the same, and she believed Guihua would understand.

Guihua naturally understood, but Lingxiang's words left her unable to react for a moment, her expression frozen for a long time.

"What do you mean?"

"It is easy to enter another's Primordial Spirit, but difficult to find one's own essence. Since the General's consciousness is connected to Maidong's, if I were to invade the General's Primordial Spirit at this time and turn it upside down, then the General's essence would have nowhere to return to, and presumably, you would no longer pose a threat to Maidong."

With her own ability to invert black and white and stir up trouble, could she really not handle a mere little Guihua? That would truly be a disservice to the storybooks she had been reading since she was a child.

"You are threatening me?!" Guihua's eyes widened in anger.

Even with Maidong's appearance, that gaze was enough to make one feel a chill.

But Lingxiang was not afraid in the slightest and looked back as if in provocation.

"Threatening? Why say that? I will certainly do it; I was just informing you in passing." Lingxiang looked disdainful.

"You little demoness! You dare!"

"What is there not to dare!" Lingxiang glared back.

"According to the General's words, this is undoubtedly a dead end, and I truly cannot think of any good strategy, but having been sisters with Maidong, I really want to save her. In that case, I will have to wrong the General; after all, you and I are irreconcilable enemies, so there is really no need for scruples, is there?"

Besides, she even dared to scheme against the Demon Lord, so why fear a mere General?

Guihua could not help but think that Lingxiang was indeed eccentric in her actions, and every time she fell into her traps without warning; she had suffered no small amount of losses over these three years, yet she had no way to voice her grievances.

No!

I must not let this little demoness succeed!

Guihua immediately launched an attack, slashing a palm toward Lingxiang; the palm wind was fierce, aimed directly at Lingxiang's face.

This was none other than Maidong's signature palm technique—the Flying Leaf Palm.

Whenever Guihua occupied someone else's body, she could not use the power of the Demon Race, but she could use the techniques of the person she occupied, and the effect was even more powerful than the original body—this was the terrifying part of it.

Lingxiang had long expected that Guihua would attack and had prepared to deal with it, but who would have thought it would be Maidong's move.

Even without Guihua possessing her, Lingxiang might not have had the advantage if she were to spar with Maidong.

Back when they were at the Yuanqing Sect, the two of them often fought tooth and nail over who was older and who was younger. Whenever that happened, the two would agree to a contest, but Lingxiang would lose to Maidong nine times out of ten; the occasional one or two times were only because Lingxiang had agreed beforehand not to decide the winner by martial arts, allowing her to win by luck.

After all, Lingxiang had inherited the cultivation of Tumi Xianzi, while Maidong had cultivated it step by step; the two could naturally not be mentioned in the same breath.

Lingxiang's cultivation was only at Foundation Establishment and she could not yet enter a body with her Primordial Spirit, so it was only a wisp of consciousness connected to Maidong, which should not have been able to hurt her, but the trouble was that the opponent was also a consciousness, which made things unpredictable.

So for the sake of safety, Lingxiang had to be cautious.

As the palm struck, Lingxiang barely dodged it, turned around, and pinched her fingers, about to cast a piece of Witchcraft, but to her surprise, there was no reaction after the hand seal.

"Oh no!" Lingxiang had forgotten that Witchcraft did not work within Maidong's consciousness.

Seeing Lingxiang dodge, Guihua followed closely and threw another punch.

The knuckles of this punch were white, showing that she had used force; if she were hit, her consciousness would surely be damaged.

But Lingxiang had no time to dodge!

Seeing the punch about to land, Guihua's face was nearly manic, but just at this moment...

"No!"