The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

Everyone looked at each other.

This Prince Jiyang is truly confident.

Zhu Di coughed lightly.

"Zhan Jun, do your best."

Zhu Zhanjun said with a smile.

Don't worry.

He turned and walked towards the platform.

All eyes were on him.

Zhu Zhanji snorted coldly.

What are you pretending to be?

Today I'll see how you get utterly disgraced!

A short while later.

Zhu Zhanjun stood on the high platform.

Everyone looked at him.

However, Zhu Zhanjun did not begin to discuss philosophy as they had imagined. Instead, he had his hands wrapped in dried silk by the servants beside him.

Another servant applied a beeswax coating to it.

Underfoot were multiple layers of dry wooden planks and dried tanned animal hides.

This action left everyone around them completely bewildered.

The great Confucian scholars, including Cao Duan, Chen Xianzhang, Hu Juren, and Lou Liang, looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion.

Instead of discussing philosophy, His Highness Prince Jiyang is fiddling with his hands and feet as if he's doing some kind of work.

Zhu Zhanji, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but sneer: "What a charade!"

Even Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao frowned slightly, wondering what this child was up to.

Zhu Gaoxu scratched his head.

Yu Qian, Zhu Yi, Li Heng, and others looked bewildered.

Zhu Zhanjun then, in full view of everyone, took a small porcelain jar that had been prepared in advance from a servant.

The porcelain jar was of ordinary shape, no bigger than the palm of my hand, but the mouth of the jar was tightly sealed. There was a small hole drilled in the side of the jar, through which a polished copper wire was threaded, with one end extending into the jar, as if it had hooked onto something.

The other end remains outside the jar, replaced by a smooth copper sheet.

All the gaps in the porcelain jar were carefully sealed with molten beeswax, making it appear completely leak-proof.

Just as everyone was wondering, another servant handed over a dried cypress pole. The pole was coated with a mixture of rosin and beeswax, and it was already dry, giving it a matte finish under the gloomy sky.

At the top of the pole, a sharp, short copper needle was firmly tied.

Zhu Zhanjun placed the porcelain jar and copper sheet on a dry wooden base on the table, while he wrapped his hands in dried silk and firmly grasped the middle section of the cypress stick.

He looked up at the gloomy, leaden sky, where flashes of lightning could be seen dancing faintly in the clouds.

Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath and shook the specially made "kite" covered with silk by copper wire in his hand into the wind.

"rise!"

With the help of several trained servants, the large kite, propelled by the rising gusts of wind, swayed gently but steadily climbed upwards, soaring higher and higher, its wax rope connecting it to the porcelain jar.

Everyone in the audience craned their necks, looking completely bewildered.

Isn't this a discussion of Taoism?

Why are they flying kites?

Cao Duan frowned, Hu Juren looked displeased, and Lou Liang and Chen Xianzhang exchanged a puzzled look.

Zhu Zhanji scoffed, "Playing tricks! How is that any different from street performers?"

Zhu Gaochi nodded, a rare occurrence.

Zhu Di subconsciously looked at Yao Guangxiao.

In his memory, this eccentric monk was also omnipotent and extremely knowledgeable.

Yao Guangxiao's aged face was also full of bewilderment.

He couldn't see through this young Prince Jiyang.

The students of the Imperial College in the distance whispered among themselves.

"What is Your Highness doing?"

"I don't know."

"This Prince of Jiyang is truly unpredictable."

"Flying kites on a cloudy day?"

"What does he want to do? He's waited for hours just to see this?"

"..."

The buzzing of discussion continued unabated.

Zhu Zhanjun ignored the commotion below the stage, his gaze fixed on the sky.

He rested in the palace for a long time before coming out, waiting for this weather.

Of course, I won't sit here foolishly like these old men.

Suddenly, a blinding bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, followed by a deafening clap of thunder that seemed to be right above our heads!

"Now!" Zhu Zhanjun shouted, gripping tightly the long cypress pole in his hand, which was coated with rosin and beeswax and had a copper tip tied to the top.

The servants secured the kite spool.

The sky suddenly darkened, and everyone stared at Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun moved the copper tip at the top of the long rod toward the copper plate fixed to the outside of the porcelain jar and shouted.

"Left zero, right fire, may the Thunder God help me!"

As soon as the words were spoken, just as the copper tip and the copper sheet were about to touch, with only a hair's breadth of a gap remaining...

"Sizzle!"

A dazzling blue-purple arc of electricity suddenly burst forth from the gap, as if pulled by an invisible hand, continuously leaping and twisting.

Zhu Zhanjun slowly pulled open the copper tip at the top of the long rod.

The blue-purple arc of electricity gradually lengthened, emitting a heart-stopping hissing sound. In the dim sky, only that arc of electricity flickered with dazzling light.

The lightning bolt, a full foot long, was condensed and continuous, clearly reflected in the eyes of everyone present.

"Shatter the darkness with thunder!" Zhu Zhanjun roared.

"hiss!!!"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

Countless eyes stared wide-eyed at the bolt of lightning that appeared out of nowhere and continued to burn.

"Heavenly lightning and fire descended and were drawn to the mortal realm, controlled at will?!" Cao Duan suddenly stood up, his beard trembling, his face filled with disbelief.

"What... what kind of method is this?!" Hu Juren also leaned forward in shock, his usually serious face filled with horror.

Even the Duke Yansheng, Kong Yanjin, who was sitting upright, had a pale face and was tightly gripping the sleeve of Kong E beside him.

Kong E himself was dumbfounded. As a brilliant scholar of the Kong family, he was well-versed in the classics and had never seen such an unbelievable sight.

Zhu Di suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the railing of the viewing platform, leaned forward, and his eyes were full of shock.

Is this even human?

Grass!

Could Lao Tzu's grandson be some kind of deity descended to earth?!

Yao Guangxiao stopped turning the prayer beads in his hand at some point. He stared intently at the arc of electricity, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

This Prince of Jiyang is a bit like a supermodel!

It can actually control the power of lightning.

How is this any different from being a deity?

Zhu Gaochi's chubby face was filled with shock, his mouth agape.

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes were wide open, like those of a bull.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit..."

Zhu Zhanji's smile froze.

He stared, mouth agape, at the small figure on the high platform who held a wooden pole and controlled lightning like a god. He felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.

This is ridiculous! If you don't nerf it, how can you even play it?

Officials such as Yang Shiqi and Huang Huai were dumbfounded and trembling all over.

I'm sooooooooooooooo!

The Master did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits!

Confucius, take a look and see if this is correct.

Yu Qian and other young talents were all dumbfounded, completely losing their usual composure.

Zhu Yi, Li Heng, Zheng Yu, Liu Zhong, and others were so excited that they trembled all over.

"Holy crap, the class monitor is awesome!" Zhang Mao couldn't help but exclaim.

On the high platform, the electric arc continued to jump.

Zhu Zhanjun laughed heartily, raised the lightning bolt in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"With the learning of all you great scholars, who among you can control lightning as I do?"

"Who claims to be invincible? Who dares to say they are undefeated?"

"Gentlemen, are there any others who wish to discuss the Way with me?"

"Even if I bear the weight of lightning and need one hand to support an insulated rod, my understanding of the principles of things remains invincible in this world!"