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

Within the Prince's residence, a profound silence reigned; one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone present chose to remain silent, quietly observing Helian Hai as he underwent his enlightenment.

This strange and heavy atmosphere persisted for about a quarter of an hour.

Then, the aura surrounding Helian Hai suddenly erupted.

It was as if a chick was breaking free from its shell, a new life being born amidst the old order.

The astonishing aura burst forth like a volcanic eruption, becoming unstoppable.

"Eleventh Realm!"

Mo Sihai gasped, a deep envy and shock flashing in his eyes.

He envied Helian Hai's advancement to the Eleventh Realm.

The Mo family, even at the pinnacle of their cultivation, only reached the Tenth Realm; they had no path to the Eleventh.

Unlike the martial, dharma, Buddhist, and Confucian families, who possessed complete cultivation systems, allowing them to progress steadily along the path.

Furthermore, he was shocked that the Thirteenth Prince's words could actually enable a Tenth Realm Dao cultivator to achieve enlightenment, break through his bottleneck, and advance to the Eleventh Realm.

If Mo Sihai had harbored doubts about Zhou Haochen's Yin-Yang Generates Thunder theory before,

"Congratulations, Elder Helian."

"All thanks to His Highness's great fortune."

"This old man has been stuck at the bottleneck of the Eleventh Realm for over twenty years, and had almost given up hope, unable to glimpse the splendor of the Eleventh Realm."

"Tonight, after listening to His Highness's guidance, I suddenly understood and achieved great enlightenment."

"The theory of Yin-Yang Generating Thunder is truly the supreme principle of heaven and earth!"

Helian Hai said with emotion, his face flushed, his tone filled with excitement.

Hahaha—

I knew I hadn't misjudged him!

His Highness is destined to be the chosen one to revitalize our Five Thunder Sect.

When it comes to vision, I'm not targeting the past sect leaders.

Even the founding ancestor is far inferior to me.

Helian Hai roared with excitement in his heart.

Yin-Yang Generates Thunder!

Supreme principle of heaven and earth!

Mo Sihai's expression turned solemn, his belief in the Yin-Yang Generates Thunder theory growing stronger.

Even an Eleventh Realm Thunder cultivator spoke so highly of it, so it must be correct.

Mo Sihai stood up and cupped his hands towards Zhou Haochen.

"I implore Your Highness to impart to me the supreme principle of Yin-Yang Generating Thunder."

Zhou Haochen touched his nose, feeling somewhat awkward.

He had already said everything he could say.

He had exhausted his entire stock; what else could he say?

Zhou Haochen glanced at Helian Hai out of the corner of his eye and said calmly, "Elder Helian, please explain the profound mysteries of Yin-Yang Generating Thunder to Minister Mo."

… …

The entire night passed.

Mo Sihai left the Prince's residence with a radiant face.

As he departed, countless inspirations collided in his mind, and he couldn't wait to return to the Ministry of Works to begin modifying the Divine Martial Cannon.

"Yuan Ye, leave your communication talisman with His Highness."

"If you encounter any problems during the improvement of the Divine Martial Cannon, you can consult His Highness," Mo Sihai whispered in Mu Yuan Ye's ear.

Mu Yuan Ye looked blank: "Master, aren't you the one improving the Divine Martial Cannon? Why not leave your communication talisman?"

Seeing his disciple's naive and foolish appearance, Mo Sihai was almost anxious for Mu Yuan Ye.

Silly disciple, His Highness is young and vigorous; what use would he have for an old geezer's communication talisman?

Your teacher is paving the way for you.

"Hurry up and give it!"

"Oh—"

Mo Sihai didn't answer, and Mu Yuan Ye didn't dwell on it, leaving her communication talisman with Zhou Haochen.

Anyway, she could help relay messages when her master encountered problems.

After seeing off Mo Sihai and Mu Yuan Ye, Zhou Haochen had just finished his breakfast when Lu Limin, Yue Chongshan, and two criminal officials hurried to the Prince's residence.

The eyes of the four men were bloodshot, obviously they hadn't slept well for the past two days.

"Your Highness, Jian Qiu has confessed!"

Jian Qiu has confessed!

Zhou Haochen's spirit was lifted; this was truly good news.

"What did Jian Qiu confess?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, according to Jian Qiu, her superior is Zhong Yunhu, the shopkeeper of Black Street's Baile Hall Pharmacy, and all the information was passed to Zhong Yunhu."

"Including the White Lotus Divine Script code."

The shopkeeper of Black Street's Baile Hall Pharmacy!

Hearing this, Zhou Haochen wasn't surprised.

That the Black Street harbored White Lotus Sect demons was almost a certainty.

"Lu Limin, send someone to watch the Baile Hall Pharmacy and investigate Zhong Yunhu's whereabouts, but don't alarm him."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

With a major breakthrough in the case, everyone present was full of fighting spirit.

"Aunt Lan, bestow upon the two criminal officials one thousand taels of silver each."

Zhou Haochen said; he wasn't an unscrupulous capitalist who only drew empty promises and never gave actual benefits.

The two criminal officials had contributed, so he naturally wouldn't be stingy with rewards.

"Thank you for Your Highness's reward!"

The faces of the two criminal officials flushed red, and their hands trembled with excitement.

What excited them wasn't the one thousand taels of silver bestowed by Zhou Haochen, but rather gaining Zhou Haochen's appreciation.

Even if the Thirteenth Prince was not favored and his reputation was unremarkable,

a prince was still a prince; to them, the Thirteenth Prince was a thick thigh to cling to.

Zhou Haochen changed the subject and asked the two criminal officials.

"Do you know about the White Lotus Divine Script?"

The White Lotus Sect's code was the international standard Morse code.

Not difficult, but not easy either.

Zhou Haochen was quite curious as to why the White Lotus Sect's so-called White Lotus Divine Script hadn't been cracked for tens of thousands of years.

"We know."

"We have interrogated many White Lotus Sect demons."

"Then have you ever deciphered the White Lotus Divine Script code?"

As Zhou Haochen's voice fell, the two criminal officials shook their heads.

"Your Highness, you may not know this, but not every White Lotus Sect demon can master the White Lotus Divine Script. Only core members of the White Lotus Sect understand the White Lotus Divine Script."

"People on the periphery like Jian Qiu only know how to translate the White Lotus Divine Script, but don't understand it."

"Your Highness, I heard the Chief mention this matter," Yue Chongshan interjected.

"Speak!"

"The Chief once mentioned that when he was young, he followed the previous Chief of the Town Demon Division and arrested an elder of the White Lotus Sect."

"The previous Chief invited a Taoist expert, intending to forcibly soul-search and crack the White Lotus Divine Script."

"Was it successful?" Zhou Haochen asked.

"No!"

"It failed!"

"Because a powerful restriction had been planted on the White Lotus Sect elder's soul; forcibly soul-searching would directly cause his soul to scatter."

"Even a Taoist expert couldn't break that restriction."

Hearing this, Zhou Haochen suddenly understood.

No wonder the White Lotus Divine Script hadn't been cracked for tens of thousands of years.

… …

Apricot Blossom Alley, Number Thirty-Two.

In a three-courtyard siheyuan.

A middle-aged man paced back and forth, looking somewhat anxious.

If Jian Qiu were here, she would definitely recognize that this middle-aged man was her superior—Zhong Yunhu.

Ever since Jian Qiu was arrested, Zhong Yunhu had been in a state of panic.

For the past two days, he hadn't gone to the Baile Hall Pharmacy in Black Street, but had been turtling in his old nest.

He didn't know how tough Jian Qiu's bones were or how long she could withstand torture.

He knew that there was a high probability that he would be exposed.

Therefore, he dared not take even the slightest risk.

Fortunately, he had already contacted the Elder, and the Elder had urgently arranged for him to leave Jade Capital City to avoid the limelight temporarily.

As long as he left Jade Capital City, it would be like a fish entering the sea, and the imperial court would never be able to catch him again.

Just then.

The void twisted for a moment, and a black figure abruptly appeared in the room.

"Who are you?"

Zhong Yunhu shouted sternly, looking alert, the true qi in his body circulating to the extreme, gathering in his hands, ready to strike at any moment.

"Zhong Yunhu, you're quite timid."

The black figure chuckled, the laughter carrying a faint hint of mockery.

"If you don't reveal your identity, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Heh heh!"

The black figure took out a yellow token with the word "Blood" written on it.

Seeing this token, Zhong Yunhu, who had just been looking alert, instantly relaxed.

"What do you want from me?"

"You've been exposed!"

The black figure's words startled Zhong Yunhu.

"Did you come just to say that?"

"Whether I'm exposed or not, I naturally know in my heart."

Zhong Yunhu said with a stern face but inwardly cursed.

Jian Qiu, you good-for-nothing.

You confessed so quickly.

But the black figure's next words shocked Zhong Yunhu.

"I can tell you the Thirteenth Prince's action plan."

After hearing this, Zhong Yunhu's expression changed several times, and an uneasy look appeared in his eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"This is a little bit of my sincerity!"

"As for what you do? It depends on how big your guts are?"

"You've been a Deputy Hall Master for many years, haven't you? Don't you want... to go a step further?"

The black figure's words were like the whispers of a devil, constantly tempting Zhong Yunhu's heart.