Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 970 - 970 605

970: Chapter 605 970: Chapter 605 The soldiers, once so mighty, are now being toyed with by another, played with by a youth!

The State Preceptor, who once exuded fearlessness, now sits upon the ground like a coward, casually thrown aside like trash!

The King never imagined the once formidable State Preceptor would now be seated on the ground, like a lump of mud, with soldiers utterly unable to fight off that youth!

Even he could tell, this youth was just toying around!

At this mont, a glimr sparked in his eyes.

Could this youth be more powerful than the State Preceptor, and perhaps also possess the secret to immortality?

Brightened by the prospect, could this person’s arrival an that he might advance even further?

The Princes, seeing this youth who is younger, or perhaps around the sa age, yet so formidable—forr State Preceptors looked formidable but after all, are middle-aged!

The Emperor so valued the State Preceptor, and as Princes, of course so felt indignant, having challenged and suffered at his hands!

But, considering their lofty status as Princes, they were not seriously hard; they rely received a lesson!

To think the State Preceptor would have such a day, powerless against a youth, and a stranger at that—it’s a mystery how she even entered the Imperial Palace!

These are also youths, with dreams of heroism, longing for great abilities, for admiration!

Among the many Princes, only Prince Ba was absent.

Over a dozen, perhaps twenty, were present, their eyes shining brightly as they watched the playing youth, their gazes fervent!

Initial curiosity turned to interest among the Princesses—who wouldn’t when they see the unknown youth’s prowess?

Could he possibly beco a noble Consort Prince?

The Emperor had many daughters, so of age fourteen or fifteen yet unmarried, even so aged seventeen or eighteen, at least eight or ten in number!

Princesses they may be, but not every one is favored – for there are simply too many Princesses!

Eager for immortality, the Emperor paid little mind to his children’s marriages, often disregarding state affairs, preferring to delay his court sessions and ignore morials.

The ministers could do nothing about such an Emperor, especially with a formidable State Preceptor in the Imperial Palace.

Every middle-aged Emperor dreams of immortality truly living forever!

But could such a thing co easily?

Seeing Eryao, the Princesses fixate with intense gazes.

The Princes and Princesses act thus, leaving the Emperor’s won astounded as they see a youth demonstrate such might, now regarding him with admiration!

So thought of strengthening their sons’ support, with soone even more powerful than the State Preceptor; they watched, anticipating the Emperor’s intent to favor this newcor, wondering if he remained unmarried – perhaps marriage to a Princess could cent their power!

Eryao, recipient of all these fervent stares, nevertheless did not cease his playful antics.

“Cease!

Return!”

Finally, the King could no longer hold back and ordered the soldiers to stop, desiring to retain talent.

What concern had he now for the State Preceptor?

The defeated State Preceptor was now a useless relic; the forr generosity reserved solely for newcors, and this new one seed even more formidable than the national treasure – he must acquire sothing good and useful from this youth!

Upon hearing the King’s order, the soldiers imdiately returned to their positions, ready and cautious to defend the Emperor from any attack by the young stranger.

Eryao witnessed the halting soldiers returning to the side of the King, eyeing them with a touch of indolence, his gaze toward the King not one of respect but of mocking scorn!

He was curious to see what the King would do, what these ordinary royals with their limited power could concoct.

Eryao was not the least afraid; rather, he found the burning attentiveness of their gazes queer, as it wasn’t the expression one would have in the presence of a formidable enemy.

Aside from the State Preceptor and the soldiers who just engaged in magical combat, why are all these looks so heatedly interested?

“Who are you?

Why are you in the Imperial Palace?”

The King, towering in his superiority, has always maintained this attitude since ascending the throne, or perhaps since birth as a Prince, whenever facing strangers.

An old fox, ever calculating!

Seeing the King’s stance, the plan was clear – to cast him aside in favor of finding a new national advisor!

Despite his fate in the hands of another, how could the State Preceptor, having held power for so many years, so easily relinquish his position?

He must disparage this person at any cost!

“King, this is a Human Demon!

You mustn’t believe his words.

He seems powerful, but in truth, he’s a demon!”

The words of the State Preceptor caught everyone off-guard, prompting an instinctive step back.

Who wouldn’t fear upon hearing ‘demon’?

Though so are martial artists, most are ordinary people, all fearful of ghosts, demons, and the like!

“Roar!

Dare to speak still?

Weren’t you afraid of being hit?

Compared to you, this ‘demon’ is far more kindhearted.

Right now, I aim to purge evil for the people.

You a mortal demon, responsible for the deaths of countless children and won, are more horrifying than any demon.

Why don’t you hurry to Hell?”

Eryao leveraged his gift for chattering, often speaking nonsensically with Green Ox—without talking, his mouth would fester with words unsaid.

In the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space, only Green Ox endured his rambling, as the Avatar of his master never bothered with him.

Despite possessing human-like thoughts, how could his busy master find ti to chat?