The Zhou camp.
With his recent exploits, Zhang Guifang had even overtaken Nangong Shi in the newspapers as the greatest general under heaven. Brave but witless he might be, but when his bravery left enemy generals unable even to take the field, no amount of cunning could break through!
Zhang Guifang's prestige soared. Every night, Ji Fa dreamed of being chased down by Zhang Guifang alone that day. It was a veritable nightmare, and he even began suffering daily headaches, as though he had contracted windstroke.
Ji Fa held his forehead, his face somewhat pale. To keep his current condition from affecting army morale, he summoned only Jiang Ziya and Nangong Shi-one civil official and one military officer-to discuss matters.
The man merely perched atop the wall and shouted, and not a single general on their side could go out. And that was with Zhang Guifang showing restraint. What would they do if next time he called out Jiang Ziya's name, or Ji Fa's?
"Father Chancellor, is there truly no way to counter this demonic art?"
"There is." Jiang Ziya gently stroked his long beard. "There are three ways to counter this art."
"Three?"
Nangong Shi's eyes gleamed. He deeply resented Zhang Guifang for stealing his title as the greatest general under heaven. Now that a countermeasure existed, no one was happier than he was. Better still if he could personally break the art and reclaim that title.
"First, refine a primordial spirit. The Name-Calling Dismount art is a demonic art that targets the three souls and seven spirits. If those souls and spirits are refined into a primordial spirit, this art cannot touch them."
Ji Fa: "..."
Someone with that level of cultivation could never openly commit to Xiqi. At most, they would lend a hand in battle.
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