Meng Huai wanted to struggle a bit longer, but he had no strength left.
The ensuing heavenly lightning tribulation grew fiercer. The person who had been live-streaming shifted the camera back, fearing that their hard-won broadcast would end abruptly if the camera was destroyed by lightning.
Everyone was focused on Meng Huai's condition and could tell he wasn't doing well.
Meng Huai was too weak to resist any longer and lay flat on the ground, allowing the lightning to strike him.
The viewers watching this scene were anxious: "What's happening?"
"Why isn't Meng Huai moving?"
"Could he have been struck dead by lightning?"
"How is that possible? Meng Huai always overcomes danger. This time will be no exception!"
"Meng Huai can't be in trouble."
The livestream continued, but there was no sign of movement from Meng Huai. Everyone who cared about Meng Huai was praying in unison, hoping he would pull through.
Although they didn't have the concept of prayer at this moment, during such times, many people clenched their fists and wished for his safety. Thus, these people, without the concept of prayer, acted in this way.
Their hopes and blessings transformed into faith power, which was transmitted into Meng Huai's body. The lightning tribulation, sensing this power, weakened slightly.
However, none of the viewers in the livestream room noticed any of this, as Meng Huai was still unconscious on the ground. The faith power coursed through his entire body, and he was currently working to channel this energy.
The livestream continued. The lightning tribulation, which had been ongoing for a day and a night, had not stopped, and the broadcast footage remained unchanged. Yet, even so, the number of viewers in the livestream room did not decrease; it continued to increase.
As the audience grew, so did the faith power that Meng Huai received. Therefore, he had not yet woken up, and the lightning tribulation, sensing that his life had not been extinguished, had no reason to retreat midway.
After another three days, the lightning tribulation finally ceased.
Xie You and the others standing nearby saw the lightning tribulation weakening. They exchanged glances, unsure if this meant the lightning was about to end.
Fortunately, as they had hoped, the lightning tribulation dissipated shortly after it began to weaken.
The moment the lightning tribulation dissipated, Xie You strode forward, scooped up the unconscious Meng Huai from the ground, and left. At the same time, Xie You shattered the livestream camera with a sensory attack, and the broadcast abruptly ended.
Xie You understood why he had allowed the camera to film for so long; he just felt it was necessary. But now that the lightning tribulation was over, the livestream should also stop.
When the viewers saw the broadcast suddenly go dark, they flooded the chat with frantic comments.
"What happened? So, is Meng Huai okay or not?"
"Ah! I have to say, Crown Prince is so manly!"
"Are you an idiot upstairs? Is this the time to say that? We don't know how Meng Huai is. He was struck by lightning for four or five days, and he looked like he still had a breath."
"I just rewound and watched it more than ten times. It really looks like he's breathing."
"He'll definitely be fine!"
At this moment, Xie You was carrying Meng Huai away. Xie Xue glanced at the camera, now in pieces, and shook his head. As he was about to leave, he saw the demon king who had caused all the bloodshed.
Xie Xue suddenly realized that they had come here to deal with the demon king. How could Crown Prince just leave with Meng Huai? Couldn't he at least send someone to check on the demon king's condition?
He thought to himself that it was just a matter of saying a few words, but Xie You hadn't even managed to say them. Xie Xue could only ponder this in his mind.
He stepped forward to take the demon king's corpse for disposal, but fearing any unforeseen circumstances, he proceeded with caution.
...
Three days later, in Meng Huai's room at the Medicinal Cuisine Hall, Zheng Yiran checked on Meng Huai's condition. She walked out of Meng Huai's room and, facing the concerned gazes of the people waiting outside, shook her head.
Upon receiving the news that Meng Huai had not yet woken up, everyone was naturally disappointed and saddened.
The people waiting outside included Xie You, Teacher Wang, the five members of the school team, and students who were close to Meng Huai, such as Li Wei.
There were so many people that they were lined up into the courtyard of the Medicinal Cuisine Hall. Hearing that Meng Huai was still unconscious, sighs of disappointment could be heard everywhere.
Everyone was trying to figure out a solution. A few students gathered to discuss.
"Will this work?" Ju Yiqiu asked, sounding worried but also feeling that their idea was very unreliable.
Li Wei then said, "Let's try it. After all, everyone knows Meng Huai is a money-grubber."
Hui Xingxiu also chimed in, "That's right, that's why I came up with this plan. Let's just give it a try!"
Zheng Yiran nodded in agreement, "Then, let's try it?"
These students were secretly plotting behind Teacher Wang and Xie You's backs. Pitiably, Xie You, at such a young age, was excluded by these students and grouped with Teacher Wang.
However, the students' secret plan was fortunately not discovered. They delegated Zheng Yiran and Ju Yiqiu to enter Meng Huai's room to execute their plan.
Teacher Wang and the others saw these two enter Meng Huai's room and didn't find it strange. So, they said nothing and just watched as they walked past with 'composed expressions'.
Once inside Meng Huai's room, the two exchanged smiles. Ju Yiqiu then spoke to Meng Huai, who was lying in bed, "Meng Huai, if you don't wake up soon, three hundred million star coins will be gone!"
Zheng Yiran continued Ju Yiqiu's words, adding, "Yes, the organizers of the military school league have issued an announcement. Today is the last day to confirm the outcome of the bet."
Ju Yiqiu continued, "That's right. If you don't log into your account today and confirm your information, not only will you not get the three hundred million, but you'll also lose the one hundred million!"
At this moment, Meng Huai, who was still in a daze, absorbing the faith power, sat up abruptly upon hearing this news: "Three hundred million star coins!"
He couldn't afford to lose it.