Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Suddenly, Fang Yu remembered how he had obtained these sacred springs and the last words of the young man he had killed to get them:

"My father and the Grand Elder of the Golden Body Sect..."

"If you kill me, you will have to suffer the revenge of the entire Golden Body Sect."

"Grand Elder of the Golden Body Sect? That's a bit problematic," thought Fang Yu, frowning.

He knew the name of the Golden Body Sect well; it was one of the four main sects of the Zhenfang Dynasty. To become the sect's Grand Elder, his cultivation was probably not low, possibly a 5-Star Saint.

His undead wolf only had the cultivation of a 1-Star Saint. Faced with a 5-Star Saint, he wouldn't be able to protect him.

Reflecting on this, Fang Yu took out a dark token made of an unknown metal, with the name "Shura Palace" engraved on it.

"Although I deeply despise organizations like Shura Palace, I haven't grown up enough yet. Therefore, I must use all the resources at my disposal," Fang Yu consoled himself in his heart.

Fang Yu was someone who preferred to deal with problems before they arose.

So, even though he didn't like Shura Palace, he decided that it would be best to order SHura Palace to kill the Grand Elder of the Golden Body Sect before he found out about his son's death and sought revenge.

The reason he had a slight grudge against the Shura Palace was the destruction of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

He was especially disgusted by the fact that they had massacred all the disciples, even the innocent ones.

Perhaps this was because this form of indiscriminate killing reminded him of the destruction of his own family.

This resentment was perhaps due to the fact that such actions reminded him of the destruction of his own family.

As for how to repay the Shura Palace, Fang Yu only smiled slightly and said: "Xin'er, bring me the corpse of a Holy King."

The corpse of a Saint King level beast is extremely valuable and can be used to forge sacred weapons.

At the moment, Fang Yu has no shortage of corpses. After all, he has hundreds, if not thousands, of Saint Kings' corpses from the army of the Ancient Great Undead Emperor.

As he doesn't have enough sacred sources to awaken them, using one of them to eliminate a future enemy doesn't seem too high a price to pay.

Shura Palace.

In a vast lake outside the Main Hall, one could see an enchanting fairyland, where countless spirit fish were leaping happily across the surface.

If someone tried to catch these spirit fish to sell in the outside world, each one could be traded for hundreds of high-grade spirit stones.

Song Yang was relaxing in this stunning landscape, while Murong Qing'er, in the role of servant, was giving him a back massage. Suddenly, he muttered in dissatisfaction: "Tao Slow."

Murong Qing'er, believing that Song Yang's dissatisfaction referred to his massage, rushed the movements more vigorously. However, she didn't know that Song Yang was actually focused on the information panel, reflecting with a certain discontent:

'During this period, I've managed to accumulate just over two million reputation points.' Song Yang thought, a little frustrated.

He had hoped that, after demonstrating the strength of Shura Palace through Shi Hu and hundreds of shadow demons in the Holy Realm, he would get the ten million reputation points needed to open a mythical level mystery box.

The mythical level mystery box was the next one after the legendary one!

'Forget it, two million points in less than ten days isn't bad at all,' Song Yang consoled himself, remembering that last time it took him over a month to get one million reputation points.

'However, it seems that assassination missions have decreased in recent days.

The problem was that the eastern region was at peace, with the forces stabilized. Only the arrival of Shura Palace caused some instability, resulting in the transformation of the ten first-class forces into eleven, counting Shura Palace.

'But this scenario is still not ideal. The best thing for an assassination organization would be an environment of chaos and war,' thought Song Yang, reflecting on the situation.

How could he provoke a war in the eastern region? Perhaps a frame-up?

However, setting something up in a world of cultivators, where there are countless forms of identification and verification, was extremely complex and challenging.

Suddenly, an idea flashed into Song Yang's mind: 'How come I didn't think of this before?'

Since arriving in this world and receiving the system, Song Yang had neglected the original identity of the original body. After all, he had no emotional connection with the original body and had always considered it as something separate from himself.

However, the identity of the original body could be extremely useful at the moment.

'Although I don't care who the original body was or what it did before, the identity of this body is quite advantageous now.

As a prince of the Zhenfang dynasty, the original body could represent the Zhenfang dynasty itself...

"But the first step in carrying out this plan will be to let the world know that the Eighth Prince isn't dead yet," thought Song Yang, standing up abruptly and startling Murong Qing'er, who was massaging him.

Murong Qing'er, about to ask what had happened, saw Song Yang disappear in front of her, leaving only a sentence with a strange smile:

"Pack your things, we're going out. It's time the world knew that I, the Eighth Prince, am alive."

Faced with this, Murong Qing'er just nodded, without thinking much when she heard Song Yang's words.

Since arriving at Shura Palace, Murong Qing'er had discovered Song Yang's "true identity" - the famous useless prince of the Zhenfang Dynasty. At first, this shocked her deeply and left her terrified of Song Yang's methods.

A prince considered useless by the world possessed an unsodable cultivation and commanded one of the eleven main forces in the eastern region.

If Song Yang was considered useless, then what were the world's other geniuses?

As soon as Murong Qing'er discovered this, she realized that Song Yang must be playing a huge game of chess.

She imagined that when he returned to the Zhenfang Dynasty to fight for the position of crown prince, he would certainly surprise the entire Zhenfang Dynasty - and even the entire eastern region would probably tremble before its Master.

However, how could she have imagined that the real reason for Song Yang's 'return' was not to become crown prince, but to cause real chaos in the eastern region?

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