Chapter 397: A Corpse Traded for Boluohui

A phoenix, which had been extinct for a thousand years, had actually appeared in the Nether Demon Realm!

This was no small matter!

In ancient times, the phoenix was a symbol of auspiciousness and was also rare for a time. Later, after the new Heavenly Court was constructed, it became a dish on the tables of the Upper Realm. Yet, no one expected that this very act would lead to the near-extinction of the phoenix.

Someone once criticized the actions of the Upper Realm, but that person vanished overnight. Since then, no one dared to utter a word of dissent.

These historical events were never spoken of by anyone in the Human Realm, Divine Realm, or Immortal Realm. As time passed, it was as if such things had never happened.

However, this matter was well-known in the Ghost Realm, and the history books of the Demon Realm were originally derived from the Ghost Realm.

Therefore, it was understandable that Guihua recognized the phoenix.

Just looking at that phoenix, with its brilliant light and sharp, piercing gaze, one knew it was not to be trifled with. But the problem was, why would this phoenix protect those two wretched girls?

Guihua did not know about Xiaobai's affairs, so naturally, she did not know the origin of the phoenix.

However, Guihua was still unwilling to give up and wanted to try to teach Lingxiang a lesson.

Just then, the rhythmic sound of footsteps approached in an orderly fashion, and then someone was heard chanting outside the wall:

"Wumin Jun requests an audience with Feng Yuan Princess!"

It is Wumin Jun! He has finally come!

Lingxiang let out a long sigh of relief and said "Admit him," but Guihua's brows were tightly locked.

Unless summoned by the Demon Lord, Wumin Jun rarely moved about. Why would he come to Shiyang Hall specifically today?

While she was still puzzled, Wumin Jun, in a black robe with an upright posture, arrived before them. After a bow, he spoke.

"I wondered why it was so lively here; so Yiyou General is also present."

A mask covered Wumin Jun's face, making it impossible to tell if this plain, indifferent sentence had any hidden meaning, but Guihua understood that Wumin Jun intended to intervene in this matter.

Hmph! Just a descendant of a traitor; if not for the Demon Lord remembering past sentiments and sparing his life, would it be his turn to show off in front of her?

However, Wumin Jun was, after all, of the royal family, and his rank was higher than Guihua's, so the necessary etiquette had to be observed, otherwise, she would lose face.

"Greetings, Wumin Jun," Guihua said, clutching her shoulder with a frail appearance, "Forgive me for not performing the full salute as I have injuries."

"Pfft..."

Just as Wumin Jun was about to wave his hand, Lingxiang let out a scoff.

"Oh~ the General is injured, that is truly terrible! Let this Princess examine you quickly, lest the injury be neglected."

Lingxiang's words were more pleasant to hear than a play, making the corners of Guihua's mouth twitch.

Let you, this cheap girl, examine me? I'd rather be dead! Could you possibly have such good intentions? A cat crying for a mouse! Don't you have any idea who is responsible for the injury on my body?

Although furious, Guihua dared not show even a fraction of it in front of Wumin Jun.

Things were already in such chaos, yet Wumin Jun acted as if he saw nothing; he clearly intended to shield them. If she argued with this wretched girl now, and Wumin Jun reported it to the Demon Lord, she would be the only one blamed.

"How could I dare trouble the Princess? It is just a minor injury; it will heal in two or three days."

"Oh~" Lingxiang's single sound took seventeen or eighteen turns, making Guihua shudder.

"So it is a minor injury!" Lingxiang said, curling her lips, "What a delicate General indeed; a tiny injury, and you cannot even perform a salute."

A minor injury? That wretched girl Maidong had such strength; I fear the bone might be broken.

The more Guihua thought about it, the angrier she became, secretly glaring fiercely at Lingxiang and Maidong.

Even though she was angry, she still had to smooth things over.

"Perhaps it is because I have not trained for a long time, and my body is not what it used to be. Having to share the Princess's burdens every day, I am truly a bit exhausted."

You order me around every day, don't you have any sense of shame, you stinking girl?

"Oh~ so your body is weak, then that is easy to fix! This Princess has a few medicines on hand; once the General takes them, I guarantee you will be as strong as a fighting bull." Lingxiang was relentless; she was determined to tear off Guihua's disguise today!

"You!" Guihua was so angry her eyes widened, feeling the pain in her shoulder intensify.

Could this cheap girl have such good intentions? I fear she is determined to poison me to death?

But she glanced at Wumin Jun and swallowed her anger.

What does it matter if I accept them for now? This wretched girl doesn't know whether I actually eat them or not; I can just throw them away later.

"Then I thank the Princess."

Watching Guihua lower her head and look submissive while her chest heaved uncontrollably, Lingxiang felt a surge of secret satisfaction.

I was just saying it; did this vicious woman actually take it seriously? The medicine was hard-earned and precious; would I really give it to her?

Forget it, forget it. This old hag Guihua is used to acting; I can't kill her in a moment, but being able to disgust her is not bad either.

"Since that is the case, General, you should go back and rest quickly. Recover your health soon, so as not to delay my use of you in the future."

I knew this cheap girl had no good intentions! I am already in this state, and she is still thinking about how to order me around?

Although her teeth ached with rage, Guihua still responded obediently through gritted teeth and left, not caring about her subordinates who had followed her and were now pinned to the wall.

After Guihua left, Wumin Jun signaled his men to save them; after all, they were only following orders.

Lingxiang was noncommittal; she did not care about the lives of these Demon Soldiers, but hurried forward to check on Boluohui's injuries.

Boluohui was quite clear-headed and did not seem to be injured, showing no signs of pain on his face. However, Guihua had ultimately struck with a heavy hand, so to avoid any lingering issues, Lingxiang cautiously reached for his pulse.

At first, Boluohui dodged slightly, but he could not resist Lingxiang, and Wumin Jun, standing to the side, only glanced at the two of them without saying anything else.

After an examination, Lingxiang frowned, her face filled with confusion.

"Maidong..." Lingxiang did not know how to speak for a moment, and after hesitating for a long time, she only said: "Come and take a look."

Maidong did not know what Lingxiang meant, so she followed instructions and checked the pulse, but she also revealed a look of confusion—

Boluohui actually had no pulse!

The two looked at each other, both seeing the bewilderment in the other's eyes.

Lingxiang thought her medical skills were lacking, so she specifically let Maidong try it, but she did not expect the result to be the same. As far as she knew, only the Demon Race had no pulse; could it be...

"Boluohui..." Lingxiang spoke after careful consideration, "Earlier you said you would repay Wumin Jun; what did you use to repay him?"

Lingxiang dared not ask too directly; after all, this was not a glorious matter, and Wumin Jun was still present. Since they were on someone else's territory, they could not be too conspicuous.

Boluohui did not answer, only turning his head to the side; seeing this, Lingxiang was instantly consumed by fury, rising to glare at Wumin Jun.

"You put on a compassionate facade, yet you actually harm my Yuanqing disciples like this! What exactly is your intention!"

Lingxiang truly could not think of anyone other than Wumin Jun who would cause Boluohui to fall into demonic cultivation.

But at this moment, Boluohui sat up and tugged at the hem of Lingxiang's skirt.

"Fucang Elder, you have misunderstood."

A misunderstanding?

His pulse is gone, what else could be a misunderstanding?

Yet, Boluohui's next words made Lingxiang's heart ache uncontrollably.

"I... I have already died... This shell is nothing more than a corpse..."