Chapter 56: Not Dead Yet, Just Needs a Wash and It's Good to Go

At worst, I'll just hold back a bit when striking.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed like a mad silver snake, striking with absolute precision and hitting Bai Qianzhou directly. With a miserable scream, Bai Qianzhou felt her entire body go completely numb.

"Sister... got struck by lightning." Pei Yanxing muttered. The group of people, previously frozen in shock, snapped back to life and rushed toward Bai Qianzhou in unison.

In that fleeting instant, Bai Qianzhou's appearance looked bizarre in the extreme. Her entire body was covered in black, charred marks, resembling a piece of tattered cloth scorched by a fierce fire, emitting a wave of pungent, burning odors.

Her hair had become messy and tightly curled, resembling a bowl of instant noodles swelling in hot water, swaying in the breeze in a manner that was both comical and pathetic.

She opened her mouth and spat out a wisp of eerie black smoke, then put one hand on her hip and pointed the other at the sky: "You wretched beast, how dare you strike me! Let me tell you, if you strike me again, don't blame me for fighting you to the death!"

The Heavenly Dao looked in puzzlement at the pitch-black lump that was Bai Qianzhou, with only a mouthful of white teeth visible: Clearly, it had held back, using only ten percent of its power for the strike. How on earth did it end up feeling like a full hundred percent by the time it hit her?

The heavenly thunder saw it clearly: It was merely a tiny shred of lightning light that had inexplicably magnified just before reaching Bai Qianzhou. That had nothing to do with it.

Never mind, this girl was a little lunatic anyway. The strike was already over, time to slip away.

"Qianzhou, are you alright? Are you hurt?" Bai Lu and the others looked at Bai Qianzhou anxiously. However, she was pitch-black from head to toe right now, making it impossible to tell if she had sustained any injuries.

Bai Qianzhou wanted to cry: ...I'm in this state, and you're asking me if I'm hurt or not?

She truly had not expected that simply breaking a formation would actually provoke a lightning strike.

At this moment, Bai Qianzhou's brain was a bit overloaded from the thunderbolt, and she could only recall that she had merely broken a formation.

She completely forgot how many people's subsequent fates she had altered by breaking that formation.

Bai Qianzhou grinned at them: "I'm not dead yet. I'm just charred black by the lightning; a good wash and I'll be as good as new."

Looking at her blackened face and the dazzling white teeth revealed when she smiled, this bizarre sight caused several of them to fail to hold back, directly bursting into a chuckle.

Bai Qianzhou rolled her eyes. Was it really that funny?

Since Pei Hexuan had matters to handle afterward, he instructed Pei Yanlin to take the others and leave first.

With Bai Qianzhou looking like a pitch-black clump from head to toe, she indeed needed to go back and scrub herself thoroughly.

Upon returning home, Bai Qianzhou took a long, thorough bath, managing with great difficulty to scrub herself clean and white once more.

However, the mess atop her head could not be restored no matter what. In her heart, Bai Qianzhou slowly raised her middle finger toward the Heavenly Dao.

Sighing, she emerged from her room, only for Bai Lu to pull her straight in front of a group of people.

"I am handing her over to you. Fix her hair properly," Bai Lu said with utmost seriousness.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. Facing that fluffy "instant noodle" hair—complete with some scorched ends—they all appeared somewhat at a loss.

"Can't it be done?" Seeing that everyone remained silent, Bai Lu grew somewhat worried.

"No, we can, we definitely can!" Several stylists grabbed Bai Qianzhou and immediately set to work.

Bai Qianzhou desperately wanted to tell them that she had already washed her hair, but they gave her no opportunity to speak at all, starting all over again from the shampooing step by step...

Bai Qianzhou let those people busy themselves with her hair, growing sleepier and sleepier. By the time she snapped fully awake, her hair had already returned to its former softness and smoothness, flowing just like silk.

Several stylists could not help but wipe the sweat from their foreheads. Five hours—a full five hours—and it was finally done.