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

“Your Highness, perhaps you should give up.”

“Investigating the White Lotus Society is a notoriously difficult problem, and it’s not your fault.”

Mr. Cangsong sighed, seemingly trying to comfort Zhou Haochen.

Zhou Haochen shook his head, his expression resolute.

“No matter what, I still want to try one last time.”

In Mr. Cangsong's aged eyes, a hint of suspicion flickered.

Could the Thirteenth Prince have other methods at his disposal?

The Poetry Prince, who was feeling dejected because he couldn't discuss poetry with Zhou Haochen, felt a surge of admiration seeing Zhou Haochen stubbornly trying again.

Helian Hai, on the other hand, took a sip of Bamboo Leaf Green wine, a hint of anticipation rising in his heart.

His Highness has repeatedly created miracles; perhaps this time…

Perhaps I’m overthinking it.

But it’s not entirely impossible.

Amidst the crowd’s doubtful and expectant gazes, Zhou Haochen formed a hand seal and cast the Rakshasa Soul Inquiry.

An invisible ripple emanated from Zhou Haochen’s body.

Immediately afterward, this invisible ripple coalesced into a chilling aura.

The Heavenly Prison was already colder than the outside world, and as this chilling aura spread, the prison guards couldn't help but shiver, as if frost was about to condense in the air.

Sensing this peculiar chilling aura, a flicker of surprise suddenly flashed in Mr. Cangsong's calm eyes.

A storm of shock surged in his heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Could it be…

That legendary visualization technique?

Just as Mr. Cangsong's heart was filled with shock and anticipation, Zhou Haochen let out a soft, low shout.

“Rakshasa Soul Inquiry!”

In the next second, a gust of ghostly wind swept through the Heavenly Prison.

A ghostly phantom appeared behind Zhou Haochen.

This ghost, though called a ghost, was actually a pretty female ghost.

The moment she appeared, Helian Hai recognized her.

This was the Rakshasa Ghost who had been subdued in the water prison that night.

A hint of surprise appeared in Helian Hai's heart, curious about what secret technique Zhou Haochen had cultivated to allow the Rakshasa Ghost's aura to be so closely connected to him.

Before Helian Hai could figure it out, the Rakshasa Ghost's phantom took action.

The Rakshasa Ghost extended her right hand and beckoned towards Zhong Yunhu.

Zhong Yunhu's soul was immediately drawn out.

This scene was very similar to the legendary Black and White Impermanence who hooked souls.

After Zhong Yunhu's soul was drawn out of his body, the expression on his face turned panicked.

Mankind's greatest fear is the fear of the unknown.

This unknown method filled Zhong Yunhu with terror.

He watched helplessly as his soul was swallowed by the Rakshasa Ghost, uttering two sounds of refusal, making a crunching sound.

However, Zhong Yunhu seemed to be frozen in place, unable to even struggle or scream.

The Rakshasa Ghost's mouth was like a shredder, tearing Zhong Yunhu's soul—this piece of white paper full of confidential information—into pieces.

The White Lotus imprint appeared but failed to protect Zhong Yunhu's soul.

After all, this was only a divine power used for self-destruction during soul-searching, not for protecting the soul.

After the Rakshasa Ghost devoured Zhong Yunhu's soul.

A torrent of memories surged along the Rakshasa Ghost into Zhou Haochen's mind.

Zhou Haochen was overjoyed; it worked!

Rakshasa Soul Inquiry successfully read the memories!

Zhou Haochen quickly guarded his mind, his spirit platform empty, reading Zhong Yunhu's memories.

… …

“Attacking the Second Prince is our sincerity.”

“This operation doesn't need to concern itself with success or failure; it's just to show Xuan Yuanxue and the others. Protect yourselves and don't be easily lost in the operation.”

… …

“This old man said that when I arrived at the Earth Mother Divine Tree, the Tree Heart had already been stolen.”

“I only took one imprint of the Reincarnation Seal.”

“Believe it or not!”

“Bah, Taishuqing, you are too shameless!”

“We clearly know that you embezzled the treasure.”

Zhong Yunhu coldly watched the crowd arguing in the council hall.

… …

Apricot Blossom Alley.

“You said you could tell me all of Zhou Haochen's specific actions?”

“Why should I believe you… Zhou Haochen's subordinates have your people?”

“Okay… I'll believe you once. Go back to Hundred Joy Hall and ambush Zhou Haochen. I hope your information is accurate enough.”

“Don't worry… our information will never be wrong.”

… …

Zhou Haochen concentrated and checked Zhong Yunhu's memories.

The more he looked, the more shocked he became.

So, the Second Prince's attack was all about this.

It turned out that the White Lotus Society was trying to show their sincerity in order to reach a cooperation with Xuan Yuanxue.

Also, Xuan Yuanxue, is this the organization where the traitor is?

The deaths of Li Yue and Chun Yue's parents seem to be related to Xuan Yuanxue as well.

Helping the White Lotus Society enter the Earth Mother Tree Realm, is that the cooperation between Xuan Yuanxue and the White Lotus Society?

Also…

The Tree Heart wasn't stolen by Taishuqing?

Really?

Is Taishuqing trying to embezzle it and deliberately deceive the White Lotus Society?

In Zhong Yunhu's memory, Zhou Haochen saw a lot of explosive news, which made him dizzy and unable to digest it for a while.

Mr. Cangsong watched Zhou Haochen's eyes close slightly, motionless, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

“It should be that legendary visualization technique.”

Mr. Cangsong sighed faintly.

“The legendary visualization technique?” The Poetry Prince was stunned for a moment and asked, “Dean, what visualization technique are you talking about?”

Before Mr. Cangsong could answer, Helian Hai preemptively said.

“Nine Nether Suppressing Prison Visualization Technique!”

“As expected… alas…”

Helian Hai couldn't help but sigh. As expected of the visualization technique that the founding ancestor dreamed of seeing.

It's truly incomparably mysterious!

Helian Hai saw more or less of that Rakshasa Soul Inquiry just now.

It should be a method similar to soul searching.

But it's more domineering and mysterious than soul searching.

Helian Hai's attitude made the Poetry Prince even more curious.

What is so mysterious about the visualization technique that can make two Upper Three Realms experts sigh?

Mr. Cangsong saw the confusion in the Poetry Prince's heart and explained slowly: “The Nine Nether Suppressing Prison Visualization is praised by the Sage as the number one visualization technique throughout the ages.”

“Even the Sage wanted to see it, but lacked a bit of opportunity.”

The Poetry Prince's pupils shrank suddenly.

Sage!

There are several Sages in the Twelfth Realm of Confucianism.

But the Sage in the mouth of Confucian scholars often refers to the Sage who created Confucianism.

As for other Sages, when they are called, they will often add surnames or schools.

For example, Mencius, Xunzi, Li Sage, Xin Sage…

Only that one will not add any prefixes, but only be called Sage.

Even the Sage wanted to peek at it, but had no chance to see the visualization technique.

Hiss—

The Poetry Prince sucked in a breath of cold air, and an unprecedented surprise appeared on his handsome face.

“Guanhai, I heard you say that the Thirteenth Prince is extremely good at poetry and has unparalleled talent?”

“That's right, Dean, although the Thirteenth Prince has only written one poem, that one poem alone made me feel a lot of emotion.”

Mr. Cangsong nodded slightly after hearing the Poetry Prince's emotion.

“The Thirteenth Prince has such great talent, he should join my Confucian school.”

“That's great!”

“If the Thirteenth Prince joins Confucianism, I can often find the Thirteenth Prince to discuss poetry.”

The Poetry Prince said excitedly, with a radiant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the innocent side of the Poetry Prince, Mr. Cangsong shook his head.

“If the Thirteenth Prince joins Confucianism, your title of Poetry Prince will belong to the Thirteenth Prince.”

As soon as the words fell, the smile on the corner of the Poetry Prince's mouth gradually solidified.