Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

Continent of Heavenly Clouds, Eastern Region

Disnastia Zhenfeng, Beiyang City

"Oh... why do I have to transmigrate to this waste?"

In a small, abandoned house, a young man lying on a bed muttered angrily:

"And even if it has to be, why does it have to be at this time?"

"Doesn't heaven want me, Song Yang, to live?"

This young man's name is Song Yang. In his previous life, he was a powerful Mercenary King, known for ruthless methods that made the world tremble.

However, his life came to a tragic end when he was killed by a stray bullet during a war he was taking part in.

Before he died, he couldn't help but have a self-deprecating thought: "No matter how good I am, no matter how much power I have, in the face of a single bullet, all I have left is death."

After thinking that he would reach his end, he suddenly awoke in this new world, in a body that was also called Song Yang.

This new world is a place where there are cultivators capable of moving seas, raising mountains and even exploding stars.

Seeing this, Song Yang couldn't help but be ecstatic; after all, he had always wished to have such strong power.

If he had been truly strong in his previous life, without having to depend on any equipment or person, how could he die a miserable death?

But fate isn't fair. When he finally understood the world through the memory of the original body, the rest of the memories of the original body emerged, shattering all his fantasies.

The original body was Song Yan, the eighth prince of the Zhenfang Dynasty, a noble and powerful status, right?

Wrong!

His life could be considered miserable; he was a complete waste.

With no talent for cultivation whatsoever, he couldn't understand even the most basic technique.

In a world like this, it's the Law of the Jungle, where the strong eat the weak.

The weak have no right to anything; it's a complete nightmare. And even his identity as a prince not only didn't help him at all, it even harmed him.

After all, if he were an ordinary person, that would be fine; he could move on and live a normal life.

But what about the prince? Could he live an ordinary life?

The answer is clearly no!

Because he has no talent. His father, the current emperor Song Tianyu, didn't even care about him.

His mother was just a concubine of lower status, who could barely help him.

His older brothers, i.e. the princes, looked down on him like dirt.

The servants only treated him with "respect" because of his mother and maternal family, but even then, their clear disdain for him was completely visible.

But this useless prince, with no cultivation, could do nothing but observe the cruelty of this world.

Song Yang sighed and thought:

"If it was just that, I could bear it."

But in the last month, the tension between the princes had increased and a war for the heir was about to break out.

Clearly, it would have nothing to do with that useless prince, Song Yang.

But unfortunately, in the princes' quarrel, he was used as a fuse for this war.

As the weakest target in this quest for power, he was clearly the perfect pawn to start the war.

His maternal family, the Gong family, was completely destroyed overnight.

His mother, Concubine Gong, was the only survivor. After all, who would dare touch her?

Even if she's just a concubine who hasn't received His Majesty's favor since Song Yang's birth, she's still a Royal Concubine. If she were killed, it would be a slap in the face for the emperor; that's the only reason she survived.

When she found out what had happened to her family, Concubine Gong knelt down in the Emperor's palace and begged him to avenge her relatives. Even after several days on her knees, she was completely ignored.

As a last resort, she thought of the only way to make the Emperor consider avenging her family, and after much hesitation, she hanged herself with a white handkerchief.

It really worked. After Concubine Gong's death, several investigations were carried out, and several powerful families fell under His Majesty's wrath.

Upon seeing his mother's death, young Prince Song Yang practically went mad. In just a few days, he lost everything and everyone who loved him.

What's more, because of his mother's death and Your Majesty's subsequent investigation, many of the powers his brothers had cultivated were destroyed. This naturally made them furious and probably wish for his death, but in the capital, who would dare?

It seems that his father, the Emperor, realized this fact and decided to canonize him as King Yang, and 'reward' him with the lands of Yongchang province, in the far north of the dynasty, to rule over.

Song Yang smiled when he saw this:

"The royal family is truly ruthless."

"Even your own son can abandon you and put you to death like that."

After the old Song Yang arrived in the capital of Yongchang province, Beiyang City, he had nothing left to lose and ended up going mad, obsessed only with revenge. However, his subordinates didn't take him seriously.

He was practically a puppet ruler, or perhaps worse, because even a puppet can mobilize at least someone; as for him, no one listened to him.

Realizing that he would never be able to take revenge, he started drinking and getting drunk every day in the city. Until one day, an assassin came and killed him in the street.

Yes, a prince of the dynasty was reduced to being killed by assassins in the streets of the very provincial capital that he was rewarded for. 

How ironic.

It was only in death that he finally understood one thing: in this world, what matters is strength. If he'd had enough strength, none of this would have happened.

But it was too late to change anything.

Looking at his surroundings, Song Yang couldn't help but complain

"How can I live? As soon as they find out I'm not dead, they'll send new assassins."

"I'm afraid that even my own 'subordinates' will kill me on sight, and even go to the capital in search of the rewards offered by my brothers."

"After all, as far as the world is concerned, I'm already dead."

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