The man who had fainted shrieked as the scalding water hit him. He tried to struggle free, but the others held him down so tightly that he could only be boiled alive in the medicinal vat. His screams rang out like a pig being slaughtered, setting everyone's hair on end. The other soldiers on the training ground, already on the verge of collapse, heard him and felt a chill in their hearts. Their spirits jolted awake, and they kept running.
"He's screaming that loudly, so he clearly hasn't exhausted his strength. There was more to that fainting spell than meets the eye. Leave him soaking another half hour!" Tang Changsheng ordered without so much as blinking.
Won't that boil him through? Emperor Xian'an's cheek twitched, but he smiled. "The Celestial Master is quite right."
When it came to his own son's plight, however, there was nothing he could do.
Zhi, it isn't that your imperial father won't help you. You're a son of a concubine. You'll never have a chance to inherit the throne, and your prospects aren't particularly good. Your imperial father only hopes you'll amount to something and be able to stand on your own someday...
Fifth Imperial Prince Li Zhi was born to a concubine, yet he was Emperor Xian'an Li Ying's most beloved son.
Seeing how the fifth imperial son was treated, Emperor Xian'an said nothing. No one else dared entertain a single objection, and they went back to training.
"War is a matter of vital importance to the state, a ground of life and death, a path to survival or ruin. How could it be treated lightly? That is why cultivation in the Military Arts was known for its brutality: pushing past one limit after another, squeezing out every last drop of potential to achieve