If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

Zhao Yu looked out of the hall; it was already pitch black outside the window.

Only then did he realize that he had been cultivating for so long.

"Wei An".

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and turned his gaze back to the hall.

The charred crater on the ground is still there; it's a mark left by the "Fire Separation Body Burning Technique," and it must never be seen by outsiders.

With a thought, Zhao Yu's internal energy quickly switched. The scorching fire dragon internal energy receded, replaced by the heavy and steady earth dragon internal energy.

He walked up to the black pit and threw several punches at the ground.

The earthen-yellow internal energy surged into the pit, turning over and covering the scorched black soil, completely erasing any trace of fire.

Just as all this was done, the palace doors were pushed open.

Wei An strode in quickly, his face full of obsequiousness as he bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty summoned me; is there anything you require?"

Before anyone knew it, he had changed into a brand new set of robes, the blue eunuch robes that only the chief eunuch of the Imperial Horse Administration was qualified to wear, making him look smart and imposing.

Zhao Yu glanced at him, a faint smile playing on his lips. He wasn't afraid that Wei An was ambitious; he was afraid that Wei An wasn't ambitious at all.

He didn't pay attention to these details and asked casually.

"What time is it now?"

"Your Majesty, you began your cultivation at Chenshi (7-9 AM), and it has now been a full nine hours. It is now the second quarter of Choushi (1-3 AM)."

Wei An answered respectfully.

Chou hour?

Zhao Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Wouldn't that be two or three in the morning?

He actually practiced meditation from early morning until late at night.

This is only the beginning of mastering a martial art.

He secretly realized that he must be more mindful of time in the future and not become so engrossed in cultivation.

The political situation has just stabilized, but undercurrents are still surging. If we miss any important intelligence and the hard-won situation gets out of control again, it will be too late to regret it.

"Go and prepare some food."

Zhao Yu gave the instructions.

"After the meal, I will go to the imperial mausoleum."

"Yes, sir."

Wei An dared not ask any more questions, quickly agreed, bowed respectfully, and withdrew.

...............

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the southern border of Daliang, in Qiulin City.

The busiest street in the small town was brightly lit and bustling with people.

A handsome young man with striking features was parading through the city with four beautiful women, attracting the attention of passersby.

Onlookers in the restaurants and teahouses along the street couldn't help but peek out, pointing and whispering about the group.

This young man was none other than Zhao Yu, the emperor of the Great Liang Dynasty, who looked exactly like Zhao Yu!

"Your Majesty, aren't we... giving away our whereabouts by walking so openly in the streets?"

A beautiful woman in a light green dress approached Zhao Yu and asked with concern.

A wicked smile curled at the corner of Zhao Yu's lips as he reached out and embraced the beauty's slender waist.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Today, I have finally mastered the basics of the 'Kun Yuan Body Protection Technique.' Such a joyous occasion should be celebrated properly!"

He made no attempt to lower his voice, acting as if the people on the street didn't exist.

"ah!"

Upon hearing this, the beauties nearby covered their red lips in disbelief.

"Your Majesty is so incredibly talented! The Kun Yuan Body Protection Technique is extremely difficult to master. Legend has it that even the First Emperor spent a full four years just to barely grasp the basics. Your Majesty has only been cultivating it for three and a half years since you ascended the throne! Doesn't this mean that Your Majesty will be able to achieve the realm of a terrestrial immortal that even the First Emperor could not reach!"

"Hahaha~"

Listening to the flattery from the beauties, Zhao Yu let out a hearty laugh.

He recalled that when he was young, his uncle, the Prince of Zhennan, secretly tested his bloodline.

When the astonishing bloodline concentration results came out, the usually composed Prince Zhennan lost his composure on the spot, and then suddenly attacked, slaughtering all the servants present.

The Prince of Zhennan grabbed his shoulders and told him in an almost manic tone.

You, Zhao Yu, possess the unparalleled bloodline of the ancestral dragon, destined to become the only emperor in this world, to become a terrestrial immortal, and to look down upon all living beings!

From that moment on, he firmly believed that he was destined for greatness.

Just then, a few thugs strolled over from the street corner, their lecherous eyes scanning the four beauties, their mouths practically watering.

"Oh my, where did this pretty young lady come from? She's quite the beauty! Come over here and let us grandpas have a taste!"

The leader of the thugs shouted and reached out to grab the beauty closest to him.

The smile on Zhao Yu's face vanished instantly, and a flash of killing intent crossed his eyes.

Without making any extra movements, he appeared in front of the thugs in a flash.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The four thugs, their faces still bearing lewd smiles, collapsed limply to the ground, each with a fist-sized hole in their chest.

Blood and pieces of internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

"Ah—! Murder!"

The streets instantly descended into chaos, screams erupted, and people scattered in terror.

Zhao Yu didn't even bother to glance at the corpses, as if he had only crushed a few ants.

An obese eunuch appeared behind him at some unknown time, like a ghost, bowing and whispering.

"Your Majesty, it will take another three days to reach the fiefdom of the Prince of Zhennan."

"understood."

Zhao Yu took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the bloodstains from his hands, his tone full of disgust.

"Speed ​​up! This remote and impoverished place reeks of the stench of lowly people. I feel disgusted if I stay here even a moment longer."

He casually tossed the handkerchief onto the ground.

"Have Eunuch Cai clean this city up, so it doesn't offend my eyes."

"Yes, sir."

The obese eunuch respectfully acknowledged the order and watched Zhao Yu and his entourage disappear at the end of the street.