Chapter 249: The Dao of Heaven is My Younger Brother!

After waiting for a long time, no lightning struck.

Ah Bao was frustrated.

[What the heck! Where did my lightning go?]

[Why is it disobedient?]

Prince Seven wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. His sister’s frustrations were so palpable that his drunkenness dissipated in fear.

[The Dao of Heaven actually dared to retract the lightning. It’s asking for a beating!]

The Dao of Heaven…

His sister even dared to scold the Dao of Heaven. Truly impressive!

“Damn it, if I don’t settle this with you, you’re really getting cocky. You’re such a pain!”

Ah Bao looked at her dirt-covered self in the shiny wall, with her hair standing on end from the lightning. If it weren’t for trying to get the unofficial history, she wouldn’t have endured it and would have already gone to fight the Dao of Heaven.

Now that the Dao of Heaven had retracted the lightning, Ah Bao had had enough!

Whoever can tolerate it, let them. She couldn’t.

“Seventh Brother, wait for me,” Ah Bao said, tilting her head and winking at Prince Seven before storming out of the hall with a fierce look on her face.

Prince Seven was so scared he sat down on the ground. “Little sister…”

Could she really be going to fight?

No way, right?

After finding an excuse to sneak out, Ah Bao pointed at the sky and with a whoosh, went to find the Dao of Heaven.

The black-clad youth, who had been napping on a cloud, suddenly felt a cold, glaring gaze on him. He immediately sensed something was wrong, opened his eyes, and was shocked. What a surprise!

Is that… Di Jiaoyang???

“Black Coal? How did you get so dirty?” The black-clad youth frowned in disbelief.

Wasn’t Di Jiaoyang reborn as a little dumpling? Pure and clean, when did she turn into a village girl?

“Say it again?”

“Black…”

“I’ll beat you up!” Ah Bao declared angrily.

Inside the temple, Prince Seven saw the sky filled with rolling clouds, as if it was about to rain, but after making a fuss for a while, it still didn’t.

However, the commotion was particularly loud.

No lightning had struck, but the noise was deafening.

Suddenly, lightning struck down with crackling sounds, and Prince Seven counted carefully—there were exactly fourteen bolts of lightning.

What’s going on tonight? Lightning but no rain.

Earlier in the night, there had already been seven bolts.

Now another fourteen, doubled!

“Little sister??” Prince Seven saw a small figure appear in front of the temple. Her face was still dirty, her hair still singed, but it seemed there were a few claw marks on her face, like she had been scratched.

Her hair was even more disheveled than before.

[Who gives a birthday gift of seven bolts of lightning! And you said it had spiritual power, do you want it? I’ll give you fourteen bolts, double the trouble!]

[Striking you with all fourteen bolts, hahaha. After experiencing fourteen bolts of lightning, your strength will surge, hahaha. How wonderful! Crying for what? And scratching my face, as if you’re the only one with hands?]

[Scratch your face, stomp on your hair, and hit you with punches and slaps. Whoever wins, gets to keep it.]

[If you dare retract my lightning, I’ll strike the temple regardless! Why are you protecting the temple? It’s my home, not yours. Hmph, if you interfere with my business again, I’ll beat you till you’re looking for your teeth!]

[In front of me, Di Jiaoyang, the Dao of Heaven? Hmph! It’s just a younger brother! Kneel and call me ‘Big Sister Bao’! Hmph.]

Ah Bao was internally yelling, both angry and pleased.

Prince Seven was so scared he didn’t dare to get up.

His sister was really fighting with the Dao of Heaven, like a child throwing punches and slaps?

And calling the Dao of Heaven a younger brother…

Wuwu, his sister was really… too much to handle.

“Seventh Brother, let’s continue moving the books.” Ah Bao bounced back into the hall, full of joy. She had vented all her frustration through the fight and even helped the little Dao of Heaven to improve its strength. She felt great.

Ah Bao threw herself into Prince Seven’s arms.

Looking at the sweet and pink little girl, Prince Seven thought his sister was a lady, not a fiery little pepper.

Look, isn’t she so well-behaved?

But why did he feel a shiver in his heart, afraid his sister might hit him? -_-||

As the siblings were speechless, “Princess, Your Highness, let me give it a try,” Feng Zhuo said, landing silently behind them like a ghost.

Feng Zhuo walked over and easily picked up the unofficial history.

Prince Seven: ??

Ah Bao: ???

Wait a minute.

Does this book listen to Feng Zhuo?

Prince Seven tilted his head and pondered, “I heard this unofficial history has spiritual energy, which is why it needs to be enshrined. Crazy guy, do you sense its spiritual energy?”

Feng Zhuo shook his head. To him, it was just an ordinary book, no different from others.

“Then let me take a look.” Prince Seven approached and tried to open it, but the cover wouldn’t budge, let alone see the contents.

Prince Seven looked dismayed and let Feng Zhuo try.

Feng Zhuo easily turned to the first page.

A burst of white light appeared, causing Prince Seven to quickly retreat, covering his eyes in case the light struck his face.

“Damn it, this is unbelievable! I’m at odds with this book! But why can Crazy Guy touch it and I can’t? Little sister, you try.”

Ah Bao, who cared about her dignity, glared at the book. “If you don’t let me see it, I’ll burn you! Hmph.”

Feng Zhuo couldn’t help but smile at the little princess’s fierce expression, finding it quite adorable.

Ah Bao smiled and took the book from Feng Zhuo’s hands. When she took it, she could open it.

[Hahaha, I told you, this book isn’t afraid of scares.]

Prince Seven: …

Feng Zhuo looked up at the small Ah Bao in front of him.

Was that voice… the little princess’s inner thoughts?

[But why can Feng Zhuo touch it and I can’t? It must be because I didn’t scare it properly. Hmph.]

Feng Zhuo silently lowered his eyes, finding the little princess’s inner thoughts quite adorable.

“Let me see why our Tiansheng Dynasty doesn’t have a national deity.” Ah Bao flipped open the book and began to read.

Prince Seven couldn’t glance at it directly; it was blindingly bright, truly unbelievable.

The unofficial history had many pages, but as Ah Bao flipped through them, they were all blank.

“I heard that only someone with destiny can see the contents of the unofficial history,” Feng Zhuo said.

Ah Bao’s flipping stopped on a page filled with dense writing. She was stunned!

“Damn it! What kind of script is this? I don’t recognize any of it!”

“Great, I looked at it for nothing. Am I illiterate or what?”

“I used to love reading novels in the underworld. If I didn’t know the characters, how could I read any novels?”

“Why are these characters different from those in the Tiansheng Dynasty?”

Ah Bao lamented internally, almost wanting to curse the person who wrote this book.

Feng Zhuo, amused and helpless, said, “Little princess, don’t you recognize these characters?”

Ah Bao nodded her little head. [Damn it, this is so embarrassing! How can I, the top figure in the underworld who even dares to hit the Dao of Heaven, not recognize these characters? Don’t let me find out who wrote this. If I do, I’ll drag them out for a walk!]

Feng Zhuo: !!!

Prince Seven: !!!

He raised his hand, not daring to look at the book but feeling authorized to participate. “Little sister, I once heard Father say that this book was written by a woman and has been passed down through the ages. It could be considered something from our ancestors.”