The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

After crossing the Sea of Stars, they arrived in the Northern Region.

The Northern Region was the domain of the demon race. Ferocious beasts roamed freely, and there were no laws or rules to speak of. It was a perilous place for human cultivators, yet some still lived here.

However, those humans only existed in a few small enclaves. Most had fled from other regions and taken refuge here for various reasons.

After all, the land was teeming with demon beasts. One careless step, and a cultivator could end up in a monster's belly. Unless desperate, no one would willingly choose to live here.

After Little Grey pointed the way, Fang Ting led them flying in the direction of the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan.

"Hmm?"

As an Emperor-level expert, Fang Ting's divine sense stretched for hundreds of thousands of miles, spreading out like a giant net.

During their flight, he saw many scenes—one of which caught his interest.

Adjusting his course slightly, Fang Ting descended onto a vast plain and came to a stop.

Fang Luo and the others didn't ask questions. They stood silently beside him.

Moments later, they sensed fluctuations of true essence in the distance. When the source drew closer, they saw a group chasing a woman.

More precisely, a few demon beasts were hunting another demon.

The fleeing female demon had five long, fluffy, snow-white tails. Her body was naturally seductive, her figure magnificent—an unparalleled beauty.

But in her current desperate flight, that seductive allure was tinted with helpless sorrow, giving her a tragic charm that tugged at the heart, evoking an urge to rescue her immediately.

She was Bai Qingxue, a prodigy of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan—once ranked even higher than Fang Luo on the Heavenly Pride List.

But now, her cultivation was only at the Fifth Layer of the Integration Realm and had yet to break through to the Saint realm, while Fang Luo had already reached the Great Saint Realm. The gap between them was like heaven and earth.

Not to mention the distance between her and Fang Ting.

It wasn't that Bai Qingxue lacked talent or didn't work hard—it was simply that the Fang family's prodigies advanced far too quickly.

Even someone like Qū Wúbìng, bearer of the War Immortal bloodline, couldn't keep up with Fang Luo and the others, let alone Bai Qingxue and the rest.

Chasing Bai Qingxue were experts from the Golden-Winged Tiger Clan and the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan—more than a dozen in total. Most were Integration Realm, with two at the True Saint level.

A True Saint could easily crush someone at the Integration Realm. Under normal circumstances, Bai Qingxue would have been caught long ago. Clearly, they weren't being serious—they were toying with her.

Fang Luo said calmly, "We're unfamiliar with the region and lacking leads. Rescuing her might give us a chance to advance step by step."

[At this point in time, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan should still be resisting, like the Heavenfire Blazebeasts, searching for a breakthrough.]

[We might be able to ally with them to resist the eight-clan alliance led by the Qiu Dragon King.]

Fang Ting nodded.

Fang Qiuefeng immediately volunteered, "Such a small matter—leave it to me!"

Having been away from Cangzhou for years, he missed the taste of native demon beast meat.

After running nonstop for over half an hour, Bai Qingxue's demonic energy was nearly depleted. The pursuers behind her hadn't fallen behind at all—in fact, they were getting closer. Despair flooded her heart.

Her clan's ancestor had sacrificed his lifespan to use a secret technique to help her escape, hoping she'd either find help or escape to preserve their legacy. But in the end, she was still doomed.

Thinking this, Bai Qingxue's helpless heart filled with sorrow.

At that moment, her pursuers' vulgar voices rang out behind her.

"Stop running, little fox! You're not getting away!"

"Don't bother. Let her run a bit more. Once she's too tired to move, we can play with her however we want—hahaha."

"We're in luck, brothers. This is the daughter of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan's patriarch—the most beautiful being in the last ten thousand years."

"You're making me eager just hearing about it."

Hearing this, Bai Qingxue's thoughts turned to self-detonation.

With no hope of escape and the threat of humiliation if caught, she would rather die than endure such disgrace.

She didn't hesitate and quickly resolved to act.

But among the pursuers were True Saints, and they instantly sensed her intention.

"No! She's about to self-destruct! Stop her!"

"Relax—I've been ready!"

A True Saint from the Golden-Winged Tiger Clan flared his golden wings, his speed multiplying, closing the distance in a flash. Then he tossed out a silver net.

"Buzz!!"

The net expanded in the wind, enlarging until it ensnared Bai Qingxue completely, freezing her in place.

Inside the net, Bai Qingxue found herself completely unable to circulate her demonic power—she couldn't even detonate herself.

Clearly, the silver net was engraved with a suppression formation.

Panic spread across her flawless face.

"You had that kind of treasure and didn't use it earlier?"

"I just thought it'd be more fun to play a little first."

A group of burly men surrounded the net with grins on their faces, like a pack of wolves cornering a helpless lamb.

Inside the silver net, Bai Qingxue's despair deepened. She raised her head to the heavens, tears streaming down her cheeks.

For some reason, her mind drifted to a past moment—in the royal palace of Great Zhou—when she had also been hunted by a genius of the Bull Demon Clan, and a figure had appeared to save her in her darkest moment.

"But how could he possibly be here now…"

Snapping herself out of that delusion, she refocused on the grim reality—searching for a way to end her own life.

Seeing her expression, the experts of the Tiger and Bull Clans felt no pity—only growing excitement.

"Told you to give in and cooperate, but you insisted on struggling. Now you're quiet, aren't you?"

"Tsk tsk, this little fox is really beautiful. Just looking at her is driving me crazy."

As they surrounded Bai Qingxue, preparing to "enjoy" their prize...

A strange voice called out from nearby.

"Wow! It's my favorites—Little Tiger and Little Bull! How lucky!"

He recalled the last time he'd tasted this flavor—it had been when they ambushed Jin Kui, a prodigy of the Golden-Winged Tiger Clan. The three of them had worked together to slay him.

Jin Kui's flesh had ended up in Fang Qiuefeng's stomach, and the taste had lingered long in his memory.

The two clans' experts turned to look, sneering when they saw Fang Qiuefeng.

"Where'd this human cultivator crawl out from? Tired of living?"

"Don't blame him! I'm hungry too. Let me use him as a snack!"

One of the Golden-Winged Tiger experts transformed into his true form—a massive beast over 90 yards long, with wings of brilliant gold blazing from his back. He opened his massive jaws.

"ROAR!!"