Seeking Good Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune: Starting from the Blind Prince

Hélian Hǎi's thoughts were still flashing in his mind when suddenly, a muffled sound came from the quiet room.

The sixth wave of lightning essence poured into him.

The quiet room seemed unable to withstand it, and tiny, flickering lightning bolts overflowed from within.

Even Qin Qiūlán in the courtyard felt her hair stand on end, experiencing a slight tingling sensation.

Hélian Hǎi stood up from the recliner and said to Qin Qiūlán.

“Your little lover is about to come out, hurry up and prepare some clothes. His Highness's clothes are probably torn to shreds by the lightning essence.”

Hearing Hélian Hǎi's teasing, a delicate blush rose on Qin Qiūlán's gentle and elegant face, like the rosy clouds of dawn.

Qin Qiūlán glared at Hélian Hǎi, annoyed and shy.

“Senior, please don't talk nonsense.”

“I have always treated His Highness as a junior.”

“Although this old man's eyes are blind, my heart is not.”

“Do you think you can hide your little thoughts from me?”

“A junior, huh? That's even more exciting!”

Qin Qiūlán snorted angrily, wishing she could sew up Hélian Hǎi's reckless mouth.

Just then, a low rumble came from the quiet room.

The seventh wave of lightning essence!

The expression on Hélian Hǎi's face first froze slightly, then turned into overwhelming joy.

“Seven waves!”

“Hahaha—seven waves!”

“His Highness's talent is approaching that of the founder of our sect!”

“Such talent can be called the second in our sect's history, alongside the founder.”

Hélian Hǎi's heart was filled with intense surprise and relief.

The Five Thunder Sect has worthy successors!

Perhaps the Five Thunder Sect will never be able to return to its peak and become a Daoist holy land again, but with such an outstanding successor like Zhōu Hàochén, there is no need to worry about the lineage of the Five Thunder Sect being cut off.

“Who is the most talented person in the Five Thunder Sect?” Qin Qiūlán's almond-shaped eyes shone with a hint of curiosity.

In Hélian Hǎi's words, even the founder of the sect could only rank second, so who was the first?

“The first place naturally belongs to the previous Holy Maiden.”

“The Holy Maiden possesses the Five Thunder Sacred Body and is the undisputed number one genius of the Five Thunder Sect in the past 30,000 years.”

“Eight waves of lightning essence poured into her body, unprecedented and unmatched.”

“Although His Highness's talent is outstanding, compared to the Holy Maiden…”

Hélian Hǎi shook his head, as if saying that there was no comparison, they were not on the same level.

“It's just a pity that the Holy Maiden…met the wrong person…alas…”

As he spoke, the eighth wave of lightning essence crashed down.

In an instant, lightning snakes danced and lightning flickered throughout the entire courtyard.

Qin Qiūlán looked at Hélian Hǎi curiously, her watery eyes seemed to be asking, didn't you say that only the previous Holy Maiden had experienced eight waves of lightning essence?

Isn't His Highness far inferior?

However, after taking a look at Hélian Hǎi, Qin Qiūlán immediately lost the desire to question him.

She saw that Hélian Hǎi was standing there like a statue, his mouth wide open, almost big enough to fit a duck egg.

At this moment, Hélian Hǎi's entire head was in a mess.

Only one sentence echoed in his mind.

How could this be?

How could this be?

How could this be?

The Five Thunder Spiritual Body can withstand eight waves of lightning essence?

Am I seeing things?

Am I wrong?

Or are the past ancestors of this sect wrong?

Or is this world wrong?

Hélian Hǎi was now in a dazed state, and he didn't even notice the Zhuye Qing wine spilling from his gourd.

Five Thunder Spiritual Body, eight waves of lightning essence, he couldn't explain it no matter how hard he thought.

“Do you think His Highness can withstand the ninth wave of lightning essence?” Qin Qiūlán's clear voice sounded.

“Impossible!”

“Absolutely impossible!”

“The Holy Maiden possessed the Five Thunder Sacred Body and almost died under the lightning essence when she tried to forcibly withstand the ninth wave of lightning essence. If the Sect Leader hadn't intervened in time to save the Holy Maiden, she might have died young.”

“I mean…what if…”

“Hmph—little girl, you're seeing your lover through rose-tinted glasses…”

Hélian Hǎi's words were only halfway through.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded from the ground.

It was as if a river had been cut off.

It was like a mountain collapsing.

A huge sound suddenly exploded in the quiet room.

Immediately afterward, in Hélian Hǎi's horrified gaze.

The ninth wave of lightning essence poured down.

It was like a river bursting its banks, or the Milky Way pouring backward.

The momentum was far greater than the previous eight waves of lightning essence.

In an instant.

The courtyard outside the quiet room turned into a blue-purple world.

Flowers, plants, trees, rockeries, and ponds were all covered with dense lightning, as if they had been artificially dressed in blue-purple clothes.

The air was filled with lightning essence leaking out.

Qin Qiūlán only felt that this lightning seemed to want to drill into her body through her pores.

“Quick, leave!”

Hélian Hǎi placed his palm on Qin Qiūlán's fragrant shoulder.

The next second, Qin Qiūlán saw the scene in front of her change dramatically, as if she was riding the clouds and driving the fog, appearing a hundred zhang away.

“What a close call!”

“The ninth wave of lightning essence actually has such power, no wonder the Holy Maiden almost got struck to death back then.”

“If we were any later, your little lover of His Highness would have died.”

At this time, Qin Qiūlán was not in the mood to care about Hélian Hǎi's address to her.

She looked anxiously at the direction of the quiet room, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, forming a deep furrow.

“Senior, His Highness won't have any accidents, right?”

“Don't worry, I'm watching.”

“If His Highness can't withstand the ninth wave of lightning essence, this old man will interrupt the lightning essence and save His Highness.”

Hélian Hǎi looked at the quiet room with a solemn expression, the expression on his face no longer as light as before, but revealing a hint of nervousness.

Hélian Hǎi had already prepared to take action.

It's just…

The quiet room at this moment was like the eye of a typhoon in a storm, a calm sea.

After ten breaths.

The thunder dissipated.

This ninth wave of lightning essence came quickly and went quickly.

Like the weather in June, it changes as soon as it says it will.

“This…this…it's done?”

Hélian Hǎi's tone was very weak, so weak that even he didn't have any confidence.

The ninth wave of lightning essence that almost struck the Holy Maiden to death passed safely like this?

Just then, Hélian Hǎi suddenly noticed something.

A golden light burst out from his eyes, shooting towards one of the three wooden boxes.

These three wooden boxes originally contained the natural treasures sent by the Sixth Prince.

“Hmph—”

“Who's lurking in the shadows!”

Hélian Hǎi used the purple bamboo cane in his hand to chop at the wooden box from a distance.

A burst of energy chopped out horizontally.

The three wooden boxes were directly chopped to pieces, revealing the interlayer at the bottom of the box.

A paper figure was lying in the interlayer.

“Paper man!?”

“Alas—I'm old, I was almost deceived by this little trick.”

The paper man was exposed.

Its eyes, dotted with ink, seemed to have a human-like agility, and after sensing the danger, it went straight to the outside of the mansion.

“Hmph—still want to escape!”

“Do you really think this old man is a clay bodhisattva?”

With a bang!

A red thunderbolt shot out.

The thunderbolt was extremely swift, like lightning, breaking through the air and striking the paper man.

The next second, the paper man in mid-air, like a computer struck by lightning, short-circuited, and fell from mid-air.

A faint burnt smell emanated from the paper man.

“Senior, this is…” Qin Qiūlán's pretty face sank.

Hélian Hǎi picked up the paper man with his purple bamboo cane, put it to his nose and smelled it.

Then he showed a disgusted and disgusted expression.

“Heh—a Shenxiao Sect flavor.”

“Could it be the Sixth Prince?” Qin Qiūlán frowned slightly, and anxiety and sorrow appeared on her pretty face.

“Not necessarily! It is also possible that the people of the Shenxiao Sect took it upon themselves.”

“We'll talk about this after His Highness comes out of seclusion.”