Goddess Qing'er

"The most beautiful woman of a dynasty? That sounds interesting," Song Yang murmured with a smile.

After all, in this world, only a single dynasty had a population larger than the entire population of the planet he lived on in his previous life.

How beautiful should someone be to be considered the most beautiful woman of an entire dynasty?

With this thought in mind, he couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Yang murmured: "Let's find out how different the most beautiful woman of a dynasty is in a world of cultivators!"

He was really curious to find out, after all, from what he had observed while in Tianjian City, any woman in this world was already extremely beautiful.

After all, the higher the cultivation, the more delicate and radiant a woman's skin became. Moreover, there were even pills capable of turning an ordinary woman into a stunning beauty!

Now, imagine the most beautiful woman among billions of women like this...

Palace of King Haotian

Inside a room in the vast palace, Murong Qing'er curled up in a corner, tears sliding down her delicate face.

If someone witnessed this scene, they would surely feel their heart tighten at the sight of such a beautiful young woman consumed by sadness and rush to console her.

"Why? I have to watch my father die without being able to do anything?" Murong Qing'er murmured to herself, her voice filled with despair.

In the past few days, she sought help among her so-called "suitors," but all of them avoided her as if she were a venomous snake.

For a young woman like Murong Qing'er, praised as a celestial beauty since childhood, that was a cruel blow.

But compared to her father's life, her pride meant nothing. She had come to the point of humiliating herself in search of help, but no one dared to lend a hand.

In fact, it wasn't that they didn't want to help her—they simply didn't dare.

Interceding for King Haotian was the same as challenging the emperor!

Everyone knew that His Majesty was determined to overthrow King Haotian this time. How could some young member of the second generation dare to oppose the emperor?

Even if they wanted to, their parents would never allow it!

"I would do anything... as long as someone could save my father..." Murong Qing'er sobbed. "But after all, what do I have to offer in return, for someone to risk offending the emperor?"

It was then that she realized—her beauty, which she had always been proud of, was useless. Her talent for cultivation, considered one of the greatest in the Bihai Dynasty, was also of no use.

After all, a genius who didn't have time to grow was nothing more than an ant, easily crushed by the truly powerful.

"So this is the most beautiful girl in the dynasty? She's nothing special!" a young voice sounded behind her, startling her.

That voice, of course, belonged to Song Yang, who had been curious to see what Murong Qing'er looked like. However, now that he saw her, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Although she was extremely beautiful, Sun Yunling, who was in the Shura Palace, was no less inferior to her.

"Who... who are you?" Murong Qing'er panicked when she saw two figures enter her room—a young man and a 'shadow.'

If Song Yang hadn't spoken, she wouldn't have even noticed their presence.

She was a cultivator at the early stage of the Soul Formation, but she couldn't detect him!

What level of cultivation did Song Yang possess? Divine Transformation? Royal Realm?

But then, a thought occurred to her—since her father had been imprisoned, countless experts from the emperor and various dynastic forces had been constantly watching her.

How did this young man manage to enter her room without being detected by anyone?

This could only mean that his strength was far greater than she had imagined.

At least... a Saint!

Even the shadow in front of her exuded an incredible pressure, so strong it could completely crush her father in terms of strength!

Wait... a shadow?!

Remembering the only topic that dominated the conversations currently, the mysterious Shura Palace, Murong Qing'er felt her heart race.

After all, most rumors indicated that the members of the Shura Palace used a technique that allowed them to transform into shadows.

She couldn't help but exclaim:

"You... are you from the Shura Palace?"