Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 972 - 972 606

972: Chapter 606 972: Chapter 606 “You are a True Dragon?” the King’s mouth hung open in disbelief!

The people outside the courtyard, and the soldiers beside the King, were seeing a True Dragon for the first ti!

Facing a True Dragon, superior even to himself, he, a re mortal and the King acclaid as The Supre Honor of Nine-Five, seed so ordinary!

One could say that the True Dragon is a Heavenly God, a Demon, and also a divine being beyond common reach, not sothing he could contend with.

If earlier he had thought about securing the young man by offering him the position of State Preceptor!

Now that he knew the other party’s true identity as a True Dragon, he realized that the other party must have no interest in the position of State Preceptor, or even the King’s position for that matter!

“What now, you wish to cling to greater power?

Don’t think it’s so easy to earn my favor.

Besides, I’m rely passing through, having discovered your Imperial Palace shrouded in Ghostly Black Mist, teeming with Evil Ghosts and Wronged Ghosts.

I also uncovered the massive killings by your State Preceptor.

Teaching him a lesson and seeing that you, as a King, are incompetent and have caused the downfall of your own people—all for the sake of Cultivation.

You’ve sacrificed so many living souls, you deserve to die even more so!”

Eryao didn’t care that the other party was the King, and relentlessly hurled insults, drenching the King in disgraceful accusations!

Once again, the King found himself under a verbal assault, the first he’d ever experienced such scathing rebuke, and yet it ca from a Heavenly God and Cultivator he wished to revere.

His heart filled with grievances, yet he was powerless to voice them!

His gaze shifted to the State Preceptor, sitting in the muddy water pit, and he imdiately thought of shifting the bla.

Thus, he attributed the series of misdeeds to the State Preceptor’s genius, claiming he had been deceived by the nefarious Spellcasting and evil machinations.

“Servants, seize this State Preceptor, this slaughterer of many, drag him out for beheading!”

While the King had earlier expressed a wish to confine the State Preceptor in the tower, upon facing the Divine Dragon, he never truly intended to spare the State Preceptor.

Moreover, given the State Preceptor’s abilities, once the Divine Dragon left, they would be incapable of controlling him, so at his command, the soldiers pulled the State Preceptor from the water pit and took him away for execution.

“Hmph, do you think by killing the State Preceptor, you can hide your own cris?” Eryao would not let the King off so easily.

“Divine Dragon, I now realize my mistake.

Please teach , is there any way to enhance my Cultivation?

I will never again trust such a Heavenly Master!”

Even now, the King was obsessed with the pursuit of Cultivation.

Such were his deep fixations, unafraid of harming his people, and unconcerned about the disgrace his actions would leave in history—such a shaless request!

“Pah, do you think soone like you even deserves ascension?

I, as Divine Dragon, will not grant you such abilities.

If I did, do you wish to harm more people?

You have wronged so many this ti; I have yet to forgive you!”

The King, upon realizing the Divine Dragon’s sharp awareness, began to regret the hasty execution of the State Preceptor, even considering secretly commanding his soldiers to release him.

Already, a soldier ca to report: “My King, as ordered, the State Preceptor has been executed outside.”

When they had taken the State Preceptor out for beheading, they expected resistance, yet oddly, the State Preceptor was easily killed, turning to ash upon his death!

The Emperor’s Consorts, the Empress, the Princes, and the Princesses, never imagined the once formidable State Preceptor would be so easily dispatched!

The King also found it strange—wasn’t the State Preceptor stronger than many a Heavenly Master?

How could he have been killed without a hint of resistance?

Frowning, the King inquired, “Was there anything unusual when you executed the State Preceptor?”

In fact, he blad the soldiers for acting too hastily; he had just been issuing orders in the presence of this being, the people around him should have been wiser!

The soldiers who had dragged the State Preceptor out to be executed were frowning, unsure about how to respond.

They could not fathom the why of it.

Eventually, under the King’s demanding glare, a soldier had no choice but to admit: “It seed as if the State Preceptor was under control.

When we beheaded him, he showed no resistance at all, and after his head was taken, his body turned to ash.”

“Oh?

So, that happened!” The King glanced at the sword in the soldier’s hand, which was not a powerful weapon, let alone a Cultivator’s Magic Artifact.

The other was killed?

At most, his head was just a corpse, so why turn to ash?

The King was baffled, as were those around him, and the onlookers behind him were even more perplexed!

At this mont, everyone could only speculate that it was the young man before them who had controlled the State Preceptor, allowing him to be killed and turned to ash afterward.

This was the King’s suspicion as well, hence he regarded the youth before him, this stranger, with such discourtesy, even dread!

The King was more concerned that this person before him would te out punishnt.

The State Preceptor couldn’t withstand any resistance.

He, rely dabbling in Cultivation without real power, just sowhat stronger than an ordinary person!

With so many Consorts around him, who actually lacked the vigor of youthful soldiers, how could the State Preceptor bear punishnt, let alone him, akin to an old cucumber?

Eryao, hearing the soldiers’ account, felt sothing was amiss but couldn’t pinpoint what.

It seed that the death ca too easily, as if the State Preceptor were made of paper!

How could a perfectly healthy person die and turn into ash?

Eryao glanced at the soldiers: “Who beheaded the State Preceptor?”

One of the soldiers, uncertain what the Divine Shen Nong ant by this question, felt the pride of serving as an Imperial Guard, being a son of a Noble Clan.