The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Of all the forces in Cangzhou, the Three Great Sacred Grounds were the ones with the deepest and bitterest grudge against the Fang Clan.

It all began when the Sacred Son of the Primordial Sacred Ground attempted to forcibly take Fang Chen and Qū Wúbìng. Fang Luo had to send Elder Wang in person to rescue them.

Afterward, the Sacred Son publicly exposed Qū Wúbìng's presence in the Fang Clan and deliberately hyped up the power of his War Immortal bloodline, stirring up envy among other factions.

From that point on, the Three Sacred Grounds began coordinating with other hegemonic forces to suppress the Fang Clan piece by piece.

Under the combined pressure of multiple powers, the Fang Clan hit obstacle after obstacle; its development slowed to a crawl.

When Fang Mu Ge's unique body was revealed, the desire to eliminate the Fang Clan reached its peak. The clan stood at the edge of destruction.

Even the three Palace Lords of the Divine Palace were forced to retreat under that pressure.

Fortunately, the Grand Princess of the Great Zhou Empire stepped in, securing the Fang Clan's survival.

Since then, while the Three Sacred Grounds no longer dared attack the Fang Clan openly, they continued to wage covert war through provocations and sabotage.

The Drunken Immortal Pavillion and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion were unable to gain even a foothold within the Sacred Grounds' cities.

If not for being limited by power, the Fang Clan would have destroyed them long ago.

But now, Fang Ting had reached the Ninth Heaven of the Saint King Realm, only one step away from becoming an Emperor. He was already strong enough to suppress any one of the Sacred Grounds.

It was time to act.

Truth be told, Fang Ting could've waited—waited until he became an Emperor, at which point eradicating the Sacred Grounds would be effortless.

But that would've been the wrong timing.

Fang Ting believed that now was the perfect moment—while Cangzhou's major powers were still busy investigating the destruction of the Duan Clan.

Striking now would muddy the waters even more.

His hope was that in the ensuing chaos, the faction behind the Duan Clan's destruction might also be revealed.

Standing atop a mountain, Fang Ting clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and distant.

"Something on your mind?" came a voice from beside him. It was Yin Xianhong.

Fang Ting didn't hesitate.

"I'm thinking… should I take this chance to destroy one of the Sacred Grounds?"

"Huh?"

Yin Xianhong was momentarily stunned. She wasn't even sure she'd heard correctly.

Destroy one of the Sacred Grounds?

These were hegemonic forces dating back to the ancient era—each possessing vast, unfathomable power and heritage.

The way he said it made it sound like he was talking about wiping out some third-rate sect. Wasn't that a bit too casual?

"What's your current cultivation?" she asked.

Fang Ting lifted his suppression. The aura of a Ninth Heaven Saint King surged forth, unobstructed.

Yin Xianhong: "…"

What the hell?

When we last visited the Mountain Province, you were at the Fifth Heaven of Saint King. I was Seventh Heaven.

It's only been a little over a decade—I'm still Seventh Heaven—and you're already Ninth Heaven?!

Sure, talent leads to faster progress, but this is just outrageous. You're not even human anymore.

At this point, even if Fang Ting claimed to be a reincarnated Immortal, she'd probably believe him.

For a moment, Yin Xianhong was left completely speechless.

She had originally come to console him and share in his worries—only to be stunned into silence twice in quick succession.

If not for her stable mindset, this would've been enough to shake her very motivation to continue cultivating.

After a long silence, Yin Xianhong finally recovered.

"With your current strength, you can suppress a Sacred Ground. And with Cangzhou in chaos over the Duan Clan… yes, this is a good time to strike."

The strongest Saint Kings among the Sacred Grounds were around the Eighth Heaven. Even if one had reached Ninth Heaven, Fang Ting's power still exceeded theirs.

But if all three Sacred Grounds allied together, Fang Ting's chances would plummet.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Fang Ting said.

Yin Xianhong didn't respond with more words. Instead, she firmly took his arm—her silent way of showing support.

That was all Fang Ting needed to finalize his decision.

It's time.

He didn't inform the clan elders. Instead, he summoned the strongest Hidden Dragon Guards via Fang Chu and Fang Yan.

Ultimately, the battle between Fang Ting and the Sacred Grounds would hinge on the strength of the Saint Kings. No number of guards would tip that scale.

He brought them only to help set up formations—and to give them the chance to temper themselves in real combat.

Once all preparations were complete, Fang Ting set off with Yin Xianhong, Fang Chu, and a hundred Hidden Dragon Guards.

Whoosh!

With a wave of his hand, Fang Ting summoned a flying vessel of Sacred Weapon grade, which carried everyone away in a flash.

Back in the clan's micro-world, Fang Ting had inherited the legacies of over a hundred Saint King-level experts—giving him an astronomical stockpile of Sacred Weapons.

He was armed to the teeth.

And that wasn't even counting the Emperor Weapon left behind by the Ten Thousand Mountains Emperor.

This weapon was Fang Ting's trump card.

Even if he could only unleash a fraction of its power right now, that alone was enough to decide the fate of a Sacred Ground.

"Of the three—Primordial, Wild Heaven, and True One—which will you target first?" Yin Xianhong asked.

"Primordial," Fang Ting replied without hesitation.

It wasn't just because the Primordial Sacred Ground had started the feud with the Fang Clan. Among the three, they were the weakest—and they happened to be the closest.

Fang Chu, standing beside him, hesitated slightly.

"It would be extremely difficult to set up a formation to trap the entire Primordial Sacred Ground."

Firstly, the Sacred Ground itself spanned thousands of miles.

Secondly, it housed three Saint King cultivators. Even a small anomaly near the area could easily alert them.

Lastly, they had their own protective grand formation—and as a hegemonic faction, theirs was far from simple. It wouldn't be easy for Fang Ting to break through alone in a short time.

Fang Chu was skilled in the Dao of Arrays, but his cultivation level wasn't high enough to forcefully break such a formation.

Fang Ting said:

"What if I used the Emperor Weapon while at Saint King Ninth Heaven?"

Fang Chu fell silent.

With Ninth Heaven Saint King strength and an Emperor Weapon?

Then why bother with arrays?

Just use brute force. Let the blade fall—everything would be cut down.

At that moment, another doubt crossed Fang Ting's mind.

"In the ancient era, the Three Sacred Grounds had Emperor Realm cultivators. Their protective arrays should be able to withstand pseudo-Emperors, right?"

Yin Xianhong replied:

"It's true that in ancient times, Cangzhou's hegemonic powers had pseudo-Emperor experts, and their protective arrays were also pseudo-Emperor grade."

"But in this current era, aside from Jiang Hongye, no new Emperor-level cultivator has emerged in Cangzhou."

"And maintaining a pseudo-Emperor formation consumes an immense amount of resources. That's why, in this age, none of the powers maintain such formations anymore."

"Take the Duan Clan for example. If they had activated a pseudo-Emperor formation, even dozens of Saint Kings wouldn't have broken through."

Hearing this, Fang Ting finally felt completely at ease.