# Chapter 740: The Heir of the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion
Throughout the entire Kunlun Realm, only one hundred and eight people could sit on the King Seats. Just thinking about it was enough to know how fierce the competition would be.
Even a Saint Body would have to first weigh whether their own cultivation realm was sufficient to occupy one of those one hundred and eight positions.
Above the King Seats, at the summit of Book Mountain, were the nine "Realm Son Seats."
Only those who could firmly occupy those nine positions could become "Realm Sons," and at the same time, stand on equal footing with Shengshu Cainü.
The nine Realm Son Seats were not merely nine seats; they represented a supreme glory, a symbol of the highest status, causing countless people to flock toward them with unbridled enthusiasm.
Beneath Book Mountain, who knew how many young cultivators were staring at those nine seats, all their eyes gleaming with light. If they could sit on those seats, even for just a short while, they would be willing to pay the price with their lives.
Ao Xinyan said, "The Realm Son Banquet is bound to be a grand-scale battle among young elites. I feel like it's stealing the thunder from the Sword Discussion Assembly?"
The Sword Discussion Assembly was to be held a month later, and only sword users could participate. In terms of scale and the number of young experts, it simply could not compare to tonight's Realm Son Banquet.
After experiencing the Realm Son Banquet, the Sword Discussion Assembly would likely pale in comparison.
"They are different."
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "The Realm Son Banquet's attendees are mainly aimed at young cultivators. The Sword Discussion Assembly is primarily aimed at older sword cultivators. Their comprehension of the 'Wordless Sword Manual' and mutual exchange of the Sword Dao are the true purposes of the assembly."
"As for the Fish-Dragon Realm sword cultivators, their battles during the Sword Discussion Assembly are merely coincidental. To the older sword cultivators, it's like watching a group of children perform with swords—it only makes the assembly livelier."
"Probably only the Taiji Dao, Liangyi Sect, Sixiang Sect, and Bagua Sect truly value the performance of Fish-Dragon Realm sword cultivators at the Sword Discussion Assembly."
"After all, the battles among the younger generation of the four major powers will determine the ownership of the Sword Pavilion. This is a major matter!"
Ao Xinyan suddenly understood, then asked, "With the Realm Son Banquet happening, won't the performance of Fish-Dragon Realm sword cultivators at the Sword Discussion Assembly become meaningless?"
Zhang Ruochen nodded solemnly and said, "For you all, that is indeed the case. For us disciples of the Liangyi Sect, the outcome of the Sword Discussion Assembly is more important than the outcome of the Realm Son Banquet."
"Of course, every Sword Discussion Assembly has its troublemakers. Eight hundred years ago, the young Sword Emperor, during the Sword Discussion Assembly, used a dominant posture to defeat all the young sword cultivators of the Taiji Dao and the three major Daoist sects, causing them to lose all face."
Ao Xinyan said, "This Sword Discussion Assembly probably won't have any troublemakers. Those who truly have strength will definitely reveal themselves tonight. After all, becoming a Realm Son is a more direct path to fame than making a name at the Sword Discussion Assembly."
"That is indeed the reasoning."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes flickered as he stared at the Book Mountain before him, sighing inwardly: "Tonight's Realm Son Banquet is destined to be recorded in history, symbolizing that an unprecedented martial arts golden age has arrived."
At the foot of Book Mountain, there was only one path, three zhang wide, with steps made of stacked books leading to the summit.
At this moment, at the entrance of the path at the mountain's base, chaos reigned. Tens of thousands of people were fighting, various True Martial Treasures colliding with each other, and occasionally even Sacred Artifacts were unleashed, sending large groups of cultivators flying.
The scene before them was like a large-scale war, truly grand in scale.
In the midst of the melee, many people were knocked down before they could even reach the entrance to the mountain path.
Every quarter of an hour, only a few people managed to break out of the chaos and step onto the mountain path. And those who could fight their way out were no weaklings—all were famous experts of long standing.
Even the cultivators who managed to ascend Book Mountain were constantly being knocked down, and very few could firmly hold their seats.
Two screams rang out as Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi simultaneously fell from Book Mountain, covered in blood and severely injured.
Huang Yanchen immediately dispatched the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion's guards to carry them down.
Clearly, with the strength of Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi, they were not qualified to participate in the Realm Son Banquet. Even the fourth-class seat, the "Outstanding Talent Seat," had no place for them.
"Their cultivation is still somewhat lacking." Zhang Ruochen took out two sixth-grade healing pills and handed them to Chang Qiqi and Si Xingkong respectively.
"Thank you."
Si Xingkong, lying on the stretcher, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, then swallowed the healing pill, closed his eyes, and began to heal.
Chang Qiqi was also lying on a stretcher, his face pale. He took the healing pill, stared deeply at Zhang Ruochen, then turned his gaze to Huang Yanchen and said, "Junior Sister Huang, if you want to ascend Book Mountain, you must form an alliance. Relying on one person's strength alone, you'll quickly be knocked down."
Clearly, Chang Qiqi was hinting that Huang Yanchen should form an alliance with Lin Yue, since Lin Yue's strength was evident to all—indeed quite formidable.
Huang Yanchen nodded, then waved her hand, signaling the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion's guards to carry them both down.
Huang Yanchen glanced at Book Mountain and sighed, "The Eastern Domain Saint Academy has many talented geniuses, but they lack a soul figure to unite them. Now, they are charging up like scattered soldiers, and very few can secure a seat."
After a pause, she added, "If Zhang Ruochen were still alive, the disciples of the Eastern Domain Saint Academy wouldn't be so uncompetitive at tonight's Realm Son Banquet."
Huang Yanchen's eyes were somewhat misty, as if she were recalling something.
Hearing the name "Zhang Ruochen," Zhang Ruochen was slightly moved and said, "If you can't rely on the Eastern Domain Saint Academy's power, can't you rely on the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion's power? As far as I know, the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion also has no lack of outstanding talents, right?"
Huang Yanchen's brows furrowed slightly, and she shook her head, saying, "The four heirs of the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion are also engaged in internal strife, each wanting to ascend to a higher position."
"At the Realm Son Banquet, whoever can win honor for the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion will have more say in the mansion in the future."
"I do have some influence in the Saint Prince Mansion, but unfortunately, these people's cultivation hasn't matured yet and is of no use."
Huang Yanchen was not only a disciple of the Eastern Domain Saint Academy but also one of the heirs of the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion.
However, Huang Yanchen had only become an heir for a short time, and her foundation in the Saint Prince Mansion was quite weak, completely incomparable to the other three heirs.
Moreover, among the four heirs, Huang Yanchen was the youngest, so her cultivation was relatively weaker. Even the weakest of the other three heirs was a realm higher than hers.
"Rumble."
In the distance, a Qilin War Chariot approached from afar. The three-zhang-high axle left two deep tracks on the ground, causing the earth to tremble slightly.
The Xuanbing Qilin pulling the chariot was a sixth-rank upper-class Barbarian Beast. The icy cold aura emanating from its body froze the ground for dozens of zhang in all directions.
From the Qilin War Chariot stepped out a young man in his twenties, clad in golden battle armor and holding a Sacred Artifact-level bronze war halberd.
This man was named Chen Tianpeng, one of the heirs of the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion. His strength was quite formidable, with his cultivation reaching the ninth transformation of the Fish-Dragon Realm.
Chen Tianpeng stood atop the war chariot, looking down, and cast a glance at Huang Yanchen, sneering, "At such an important gathering as the Realm Son Banquet, Cousin Yanchen's side doesn't seem to have any decent battle generals?"
Then, a smug expression appeared in Chen Tianpeng's eyes as he looked behind the Qilin War Chariot.
Zhang Ruochen followed Chen Tianpeng's gaze and saw that beneath the Qilin War Chariot, there were a total of eight battle generals at the ninth transformation of the Fish-Dragon Realm.
All eight battle generals were clad in golden armor, and the skin exposed outside the armor emitted a bright, glowing light.
Eight powerful clouds of Saint Qi erupted from their bodies, forcing the surrounding cultivators to retreat, with no one daring to approach.
Clearly, these eight battle generals were carefully selected by Chen Tianpeng to accompany him in the battle for the Realm Son Banquet.
Huang Yanchen remained expressionless, appearing quite calm, but she did not show weakness, saying, "Each guest can only bring two guards to the banquet. Cousin Tianpeng, what use is bringing so many people?"
Chen Tianpeng laughed heartily and stepped down from the Qilin War Chariot, saying, "I indeed only brought two guards. The other six are just accompanying me up Book Mountain; they are not my guards."
Shengshu Cainü had decreed that each guest attending the banquet could only bring two guards. Her purpose was to prevent heirs of major powers from monopolizing all the seats at the Realm Son Banquet.
Chen Tianpeng, however, had found a loophole in the rules. On the surface, he only brought two guards, but in reality, he had another six guards clearing the path ahead of him, helping him ascend to a higher position.
Once he sat in his seat, the other six guards could no longer assist him.
Chen Tianpeng could only rely on his own strength and the power of his two guards to secure his seat.
Of course, as an heir of the Eastern Domain Saint Prince Mansion, Chen Tianpeng's strength was naturally not weak. As long as he could sit in a seat, he was confident he could hold it firmly.