The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Fang Ting finally picked up the key to controlling the small world—a brilliant five-colored pearl, inside of which was a miniature projection of the realm itself.

With this key in hand, Fang Ting could place the entrance and exit of the small world anywhere he pleased.

After establishing ownership, his divine sense entered the pearl, and the entire realm's layout and structure became clear within his mind.

It was his first time truly feeling what it meant to command a world. Though this small world couldn't compare to a vast interface like the Heaven Origin Realm, it was still a complete, self-contained world.

More importantly, its laws of Heaven and Earth were well-formed and stable—one could cultivate all the way to the Emperor Realm without ever leaving it.

Coincidentally, the Fang Clan was in dire need of a safe, secret, and advantageous location for development. This small world was a perfect fit.

At present, the value of this realm was even greater than the Emperor Weapon and Emperor Technique themselves!

While he was at it, Fang Ting used the pearl to scan for how many Saint King Realm cultivators still remained inside.

"Only four left?"

Much of this was due to the time spent searching for the hidden mountain. During that half-month, many more Saint Kings had gradually exited the realm.

The ones who remained were all solitary cultivators, bold enough—or greedy enough—to stay behind.

"This world now belongs to me," Fang Ting said calmly. "And they're still here, scavenging on my land? That won't do."

He left the mountain with Shen Hongyi and Yin Xianhong, then tracked down the four remaining Saint Kings one by one.

Since they liked it here so much, he would grant them their wish—they'd stay forever.

Under his full control of the realm, unless they possessed Emperor-level power, they had no chance of escape, regardless of how many trump cards or secret techniques they had.

It was only then that Shen Hongyi finally realized something.

"Wait… you—you've actually obtained the Myriad Mountain Emperor's full legacy? You even control this world?!"

Fang Ting simply nodded without elaborating.

Shen Hongyi held his forehead, momentarily speechless.

He didn't even know what to say anymore. Fang Ting wasn't just fast at cultivating or strong in combat—his luck was absurd.

He'd been hunted down not long ago, and now he'd somehow acquired the most valuable treasure in the entire small world.

No wonder the Fang Clan was growing so rapidly. With someone like this as its leader, how could they not rise to dominate Cangzhou—or even the Heaven Origin Realm?

"Let's go. Time to head back."

They exited the small world. Fang Ting sealed its entrance and stored it within the five-colored pearl, then began the journey back to Cangzhou.

Although this expedition had been full of danger—ambushed by Saint Kings from three hostile forces—in the end, it turned out to be immensely rewarding.

From the lifelong wealth of over a hundred Saint Kings, to the Emperor Weapon, Emperor Technique, and the realm itself, the gains were beyond priceless.

And not to forget the crimson orb where Wan Shan Di's soul had dwelled—it contained the refined essence of over a hundred Saint Kings, and had powerful restorative effects on the soul. It would undoubtedly prove useful in a critical moment.

Upon returning to the Fang Clan in Cangzhou, Fang Ting closed his doors and recounted everything that had happened in the small world to Yin Xianhong.

After hearing it, she fell into a long silence.

"I never imagined Wan Shan Di had such a hidden scheme. If you hadn't discovered it in time, his small world would continue to open every ten thousand years—slaughtering Saint Kings by the dozens each cycle."

"Eventually, after enough years… he really could've been reborn."

It was only by chance, due to being pursued by enemies, that they had ended up in that place.

If not for that coincidence, perhaps Shen Hongyi's eye technique might have led them there eventually—but without knowing the danger, they'd surely have perished.

Fang Ting felt a chill at the thought. He was just grateful he had noticed the trap early.

"Wan Shan Di wasn't the only one," he said grimly. "From his memories, I learned that many Emperor-level cultivators from the ancient and even pre-ancient eras left behind similar setups."

"Any time we encounter something related to the Emperor Realm—we must be cautious."

Yin Xianhong nodded solemnly.

For Saint Kings, nothing was more tempting than the chance to become an Emperor.

But opportunity often came with deadly risk. One misstep, and you'd end up like the hundred Saint Kings reduced to bone dust atop that mountain.

Fang Ting waved his hand and dumped out all the storage treasures and Sacred Weapons from those cultivators.

In an instant, the courtyard erupted with dazzling light, and the overwhelming power from so many artifacts nearly shattered the surrounding formation.

"Heavens… this many?!" Yin Xianhong gasped, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Even someone like Elder Wang, let alone Yin Xianhong, had never seen so many Sacred Weapons in one place.

Over a hundred Saint Kings—some carrying two or even three Sacred Weapons each.

There were at least 150 Sacred Weapons stacked before them. Not just more than Cangzhou—likely more than several continents combined.

Fang Ting quickly sorted them into two piles: undamaged and damaged.

Just looking at the piles would leave anyone speechless.

He and Yin Xianhong then began opening each storage item, categorizing their contents.

The supreme-grade spirit stones alone formed a mountain, not to mention the vast troves of spiritual herbs, rare materials, and divine treasures. The haul was utterly dazzling.

Combined, this wealth could purchase multiple hegemonic-level sects in Cangzhou.

With this, the Fang Clan's development would take another giant leap forward.

It took them several hours just to sort and catalogue all the treasures.

Afterward, Fang Ting sent out high-grade Sacred Weapons and resources to his sons, Fang Yundao and Fang Kong, who were out adventuring. He also let Su Xinyan, Song Yushu, and Yu Shufei each pick a weapon.

Then, he summoned the seven clan elders, as well as Fang Chu and Fang Hao.

"Everyone," he said, "I've come into a bit of good fortune on this trip. If you want a Sacred Weapon—just name it."

The elders all exchanged looks, stunned.

What did he mean? Was he saying… they could choose freely?

Did he rob the weapon vaults of the top powers?

Fang Ting, ever the picture of a nouveau riche, simply waved his hand:

"Don't be shy—say what you want."

With that kind of attitude, the elders quickly dropped their modesty. As cultivators, who wouldn't want a Sacred Weapon?

Technically, they weren't yet in the Saint Realm, so they couldn't use them fully—but who cared?

The clan just had too many.

Each of the seven elders took one. Fang Hao and Fang Chu were each given two, along with a mountain of cultivation resources.

In particular, Fang Ting gave Fang Hao a large amount of spirit stones and treasures, so he'd be well-funded while traveling in the Immortal Realm. In the end, the benefits would circle back to the clan.

Once they were done, Fang Ting picked ten outstanding members of the Hidden Dragon Guard and rewarded them with one Sacred Weapon each.

He also announced to the rest of the guards:

"Anyone who performs well or improves quickly will receive the same reward."

Immediately, the Hidden Dragon Guard was ablaze with energy and morale.