The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

After the distribution of Sacred Weapons and resources was completed, it was time for the main event—relocating the Fang Clan to the small world left behind by the Myriad Mountain Emperor.

The Fang Clan had long lived in the Celestial Lake , a blessed land near Duanshan City. Though quite large—comparable to the entire city of Lingyue—it had already been home to the clan for nearly a century.

With the clan's population steadily increasing, they had long since outgrown it.

Were it not for the establishment of Drunken Immortal Pavilion and Myriad Treasures Pavilion, and sending many clan members to develop lands in the Eight Ancient Kingdoms, Celestial Lake would've already been bursting at the seams.

Fang Ting had been planning to move the family to a larger and better place.

With the Eight Kingdoms now merged and a new imperial capital being constructed, relocating to the capital had seemed ideal.

But there had been one major problem: while the Fang Clan lacked neither manpower nor spirit stones, they were missing a Heaven-grade spiritual vein.

Without one, even a newly built imperial capital would lack sufficient ambient spiritual energy.

That alone wasn't the end of the world—but for an empire, especially one claiming hegemony over Cangzhou, the absence of a Heaven-grade spiritual vein would be an embarrassment. It wouldn't even attract visiting cultivators.

So the relocation plan had been shelved.

But plans couldn't keep up with fate.

Fang Ting had never expected the sudden opportunity of obtaining the Myriad Mountain Emperor's small world.

And that realm turned out to be far better than the imperial capital.

Not only was it enormous, but it also contained an authentic Heaven-grade spiritual vein.

As long as they built pavilions, palaces, residences, and cultivation courts, the entire Fang Clan could relocate and thrive.

Fang Ting took out the five-colored pearl and opened a spatial rift.

"I'll take you somewhere."

With a wave of his hand, he brought the seven clan elders, Fang Hao, and Fang Chu into the small world.

"Is this… a small world?" Fang Hao asked in astonishment.

Having entered two small worlds in the Immortal Realm, one large and one small, he recognized it immediately.

Fang Ting stood with his hands behind his back.

"Yes. This will be the Fang Clan's new home for cultivation and residence. Its size is no less than five times all of Cangzhou combined."

Considering Duanshan City alone was massive, this new realm—five times the size of Cangzhou—would easily support the clan even if their population increased by hundreds of times.

"Five times Cangzhou…" Fang Hao murmured. "That's unbelievable."

"To think the patriarch has such a stroke of fortune… This small world will secure the clan's future growth and safety for generations!"

Fang Chu furrowed his brow in focus.

"The spiritual energy here is abundant… Is there a Heaven-grade spiritual vein?"

He wasn't entirely sure—such veins were rare and usually controlled by the hegemon-level forces of each continent.

Fang Ting nodded again.

Fang Chu was visibly delighted.

"Good, very good. This place is perfect for me. I'll find a quiet corner, build my cultivation cave, and won't come out unless necessary."

The seven clan elders, meanwhile, were dumbstruck—much like the first time they had stepped out of the modest Great Qian Kingdom and arrived in mighty Duanshan City.

First, they were deeply awed, and then, upon realizing that the clan would soon move here, they were overjoyed to the point of tears.

"We're really… moving here?" Second Elder muttered.

Even the normally composed First Elder couldn't help but lose composure for a moment.

After a while, they finally collected themselves.

"Patriarch, when shall we begin construction?" Third Elder asked.

"Right now," Fang Ting replied.

The elders got to work immediately. All materials and labor had been prepared in advance—they could begin building right away.

Naturally, formation masters were critical, and Fang Chu personally led the Fang Clan's formation specialists in laying the foundations of their new home.

Fang Ting, meanwhile, flew to the mountain once occupied by Wan Shan Di.

The poison at its summit was instantly lethal, and he needed to eliminate that hidden danger.

He sent someone to the city lord's manor to request a few death-row inmates to test the range of the poison.

After more than twenty prisoners died, Fang Ting was able to pinpoint the danger zone.

Only the area near the mountaintop was fatally toxic.

Through further investigation, he discovered the source of the poison: a purple flower about the size of a palm, nestled in a crack in the summit.

The flower was in constant bloom, its color a bewitching violet, and its fragrance was the root of the poison.

The scent invaded the body through the skin, even without breathing. It was inescapable.

However, the flower wasn't invincible.

There were many ways to resist poisoning, but most people failed because they hadn't prepared. Caught off guard, they died before realizing what was happening.

Unfortunately, the poisonous scent couldn't be stored—it lost potency when removed from the flower.

Another downside was its limited range. To poison someone, the flower had to be placed very close.

Fang Ting carefully applied multiple layers of seals, eventually containing the flower completely.

"If the chance arises, I should plant this in the closed cultivation chambers of the Three Great Sacred Grounds and Five Demon Sects' elders…"

If only the scent spread further—bringing this into their territories would be enough to wipe them out.

Carrying the flower was like being a walking plague—wherever he went, death would follow.

With this hazard neutralized, Fang Ting and Yin Xianhong spent time exploring the small world.

First, to search for any missed heavenly treasures.

Second, to identify hidden cultivation residences scattered around.

Over the years, many Saint Kings had entered this realm seeking the Myriad Mountain Emperor's inheritance. Some had encountered misfortune and never made it out—leaving behind various caves and ruins.

Fang Ting wasn't worried about clan members finding and looting them.

He was concerned that some might contain traps or formations, and he didn't want future generations to accidentally get hurt.

And so, over the course of about half a year, Fang Ting and Yin Xianhong combed through the realm multiple times, neutralizing all hidden dangers.

Meanwhile, the construction was completed—pavilions, palaces, cave dwellings, and courtyards had all been built.

Because the world was so vast, and the Fang Clan would only continue to expand, multiple cities were constructed.

Some were built for ordinary clan members, with layouts similar to standard cities.

Others had only a single commercial street, while the rest of the city was made up of large cultivation courtyards, surrounded by protective formations for better training.

Around these cities were massive martial arenas, where cultivators could train in techniques and spar.

Additionally, a separate zone was marked off for raising spiritual beasts. Young cultivators would be sent there periodically to hone their combat skills in real battle.

Fang Ting's personal residence was on the highest mountain in the small world.

He carved off the top of the peak to create a vast platform.

This platform alone was already as large as the entire Celestial Lake estate where the Fang Clan once lived.