Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Zhenfang Dynasty, Imperial Capital

Inside the majestic imperial palace, Song Tianyu, the current emperor, was receiving a report letter from a eunuch who was respectfully bowing behind him.

When he finished reading, he couldn't help but let out a huge laugh that reverberated throughout the city: "Haha, my son is a genius and has become a Saint at such a young age!"

"Was that His Majesty's voice?"

"Yes, he said his son has become a Saint! How is that possible? Didn't the First Prince just break through to the Royal Realm recently? Could he have already become a Saint?"

"Impossible! The First Prince is only 120 years old and has just broken through to the Royal Realm. How could he have become a Saint?"

"Could His Majesty be mistaken?"

Countless people who heard this voice were confused and immediately began to talk.

But the more powerful families did not doubt the information that Song Tianyu revealed and immediately ordered all their subordinates to investigate the opportunity the First Prince received to become a Saint.

Some even ordered investigations into the other princes, but they all had one thing in common... no one ever imagined that the prince who broke through to the Saint Realm was the once useless... and supposedly deceased Eighth Prince.

In the palace, realizing that his laughter had been a bit excessive, Song Tianyu immediately composed himself and displayed the majesty of an emperor.

As for the consequences of his laughter, he was unconcerned. Song Tianyu knew that the news about what happened in Beiyang City was an impossible secret to keep. All the major forces would soon be informed.

But thinking about it, he couldn't help but curse internally: "Why did Yang'er reveal to the world that he became a Saint before reporting to me..."

If he had known that Song Yang had become a Saint, he would never have allowed him to act in public, spreading the news. Instead, he would have cultivated him in secret.

"More importantly... how did this kid Song Yang become a Saint? Before sending him to Beiyang City, I confirmed with my own eyes that he had no talent for cultivation."

Song Tianyu, unlike others who merely thought that Song Yang had hidden his cultivation, was certain that was not the case, because he himself had verified that Song Yang had no talent for cultivation.

As for the idea that Song Yang might have been able to conceal his cultivation back then, he didn't believe it.

He was blessed with the dynasty's fortune; not even a Saint King could hide before his eyes.

'What opportunity could make a mortal become a Saint in just a few months?'

With this thought in mind, Song Tianyu couldn't help but reveal a hint of greed in his gaze as he thought coldly: 'My dear son, I hope your cultivation breakthrough was due to an opportunity that awakened some special physique...'

'If that's the case, I won't mind letting you represent the dynasty in the Eastern Region's genius competition.'

'And even the position of crown prince will be yours.'

Imagining Song Yang, now a Saint, competing in the Eastern Region's genius competition in the name of the Zhenfang Dynasty, Song Tianyu couldn't help but feel a little excited.

After all, the genius competition has an age limit of 25 years.

In fact, even if it were 250 years, there would probably be no opponent capable of facing Song Yang now that he has become a Saint!

But soon, the excitement on his face quickly vanished, turning back into greed.

'Otherwise, if your opportunity came from some kind of treasure, don't blame me for being cruel and taking that chance from you...'

While Song Tianyu was lost in his thoughts, an old man hunched over suddenly appeared in front of him.

Although his posture was restrained, he emanated such an intense sense of oppression that even Song Tianyu, who had reached the Perfection of the Saint Realm, felt suffocated

"Descendant, Song Tianyu, pays homage to the Ancestor!"

As soon as he saw the old man, Song Tianyu's greedy look disappeared immediately, replaced by deep respect as he bowed to greet him.

This old man was none other than the only ancestor of the Zhenfang Dynasty whose cultivation had reached the Saint King Realm: Song Zhenu.

A powerful 3-Star Saint King!

Song Zhenu merely nodded slightly in response to Song Tianyu's greeting and asked in a hoarse voice: "Which prince broke through to the Saint Realm?"

Among all the princes of the dynasty, he knew only the eldest prince.

However, upon hearing Song Tianyu's voice, the first thing he did was use his divine sense to locate the eldest prince.

When he realized that the eldest prince's cultivation was still only in the Royal Realm, he immediately came to question Song Tianyu about which prince had broken through.

This is a matter of utmost importance to the dynasty as a whole; naturally, Song Zhenu was impatient.

Hearing Song Zhenu's voice, Song Tianyu blamed himself in his heart for having shouted earlier; he never imagined that the usually reclusive ancestor would be alarmed by it. However, he didn't dare to conceal the truth and respectfully reported:

"Ancestor, the prince who broke through to the Saint Realm... was the Eighth Prince."

Blue Lotus Sect

Inside the main palace, countless elders were gathered to discuss important matters, all with sullen expressions on their faces.

The topic at hand was none other than the news that the Eighth Prince, Song Yang, was alive!

Suddenly, an elder stepped forward and asked hesitantly to the Sect Master:

"Sect Master, are we really going to continue supporting the Fourth Prince?"

Hearing this, all the elders present couldn't help but hold their breath and look intently at the Sect Master.

After all, they had originally planned to support the Eighth Prince for the throne, but after his supposed death, they had shifted their support to the Fourth Prince.

If it had been before, they wouldn't have paid much attention to the Eighth Prince, but now Song Yang was no longer the useless person he once was... now he was a powerful Saint!

Even these elders, who were usually arrogant, were not willing to offend an unparalleled young genius like Song Yang.

Thinking about this, all the elders turned their gazes to Sun Donghai, who was seated in the main chair, as if he were lost in thought.

'Sect Master, what will you choose?'