Chapter 208
Murong Changhao wept and begged, eventually smashing his forehead against the stone floor.
At merely twenty-four years old, he’d become a perfected twelfth-level Gathering Qi cultivator.
This achievement already matched those of Tiger-Chasing’s greatest prodigies.
But for royalty, such accomplishments remained woefully insufficient.
Murong Tianyang gazed down at the broken man. "The Emperor sits before you," he stated coldly. "Why bow to me?"
The words struck Murong Changhao like icy water, extinguishing his frantic thoughts. His trembling eyes rose to meet the figure enthroned in molten rock, his own face now deathly pale.
"You practiced our royal secret methods," Murong Tianyang continued relentlessly. "Used heaven-earth treasures, studied qi patterns, received Spirit Communication teachings. Yet still you failed Condensing Essence with the dynasty’s finest resources. Tell me, brother – don’t you deserve death?"
Murong Changhao’s body convulsed. The words held truth – with such advantages, cultivators like Shen Yue or He Shenglai would’ve succeeded effortlessly. His failure proved innate weakness, advancement owed only to royal privilege.
The Tiger-Chasing Emperor’s mercy in granting this chance had been extraordinary. This outcome left no room for excuses.