The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

To the average person, facing such a ferocious demon beast would have been terrifying.

But Fang Qiuefeng was a Great Saint expert. He had studied at True Dragon Academy for decades, and traveled across other continents for more than ten years. There were few demon beasts he hadn't seen before.

He had once even swallowed a Great Saint-level demon whole. This mid-Integration realm Golden-Winged Tiger in front of him? To him, it was just a sugar crystal sprinkled on an appetizer.

"How can a firefly compete with the brilliance of the full moon!"

Fang Qiuefeng didn't even move. He simply cast a glance.

"Boom!!"

His overwhelming aura surged out like a crashing tidal wave, directly slamming the Golden-Winged Tiger to the ground.

If Fang Qiuefeng hadn't been in the mood to enjoy a taste of hometown cuisine, that tiger would've been reduced to powder right then and there.

"Bang!"

The tiger's massive body smashed into the ground, leaving behind a small crater.

Only then did the others snap out of their stupor.

"Who are you? This is between our Golden-Winged Tiger Clan and the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan. If you know what's good for you, stay out of it!"

The eight demon clans had joined forces and already destroyed two hegemonic powers—Duan Clan and the Great Xia Dynasty. Their inflated confidence led them to believe no one in all of Cangzhou could challenge them now.

Even though the man in front of them clearly outclassed them in strength, they still dared to talk tough.

Fang Qiuefeng didn't respond. He simply let out a disdainful snort and raised a hand.

"Whoosh!!"

With a flick, all the demon experts from the Golden-Winged Tiger and Great Strength Bull Demon Clans were pulled toward him in their true forms.

So few? Not even enough for a snack. He'd save them up and cook them all together later.

To Bai Qingxue, this had been a death sentence.

But to Fang Qiuefeng? It was a minor chore, resolved in an instant.

"I... was rescued... just like that?"

Bai Qingxue was dazed. When she regained her senses, she realized her savior was a Fang family prodigy—and Fang Ting himself now stood before her. The silver net binding her had already been removed.

"Did I imagine this? Is this a hallucination?"

She blinked stupidly, rubbing her eyes, only to find it was real. She had only thought of him—and he really came.

As the emotions shifted across Bai Qingxue's beautiful face, Fang Ting's calm voice cut through her wandering thoughts.

"It's been a while."

She froze, then hurriedly stood, replying with a mix of nervousness and gratitude:

"Thank you, Fang Clan Leader, for saving my life."

This was the second time Fang Ting had saved her.

Without wasting time, Fang Ting asked directly:

"I want to know—what exactly is happening among the Ten Imperial Clans of the Northern Region?"

At the mention of that, Bai Qingxue's expression darkened.

"In this era, Cangzhou's spiritual energy is thin and resources scarce. It's extremely difficult for Saint Kings to break through to the Emperor Realm."

"The King of the Qiu Dragon Clan is only one step away from becoming an Emperor. To gather the necessary resources, he used all sorts of means to subdue the other imperial clans. They allied together and successively destroyed the Duan Clan and the Great Xia Dynasty."

"Our Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan only wish to live in seclusion and cultivate in peace. We refused to cooperate, so they tried to subjugate us instead."

"The clan elder used a secret technique to help me escape. The goal was to expose what they've done and rally the major forces to resist them. But their guards were too many. I was discovered, and they've been chasing me ever since."

Bai Qingxue looked up, her eyes meeting Fang Ting's.

"Fang Clan Leader, we must leave immediately and find allies among the major powers. If this continues, even more sects will be wiped out."

Though she longed to save her clan, even with Fang Ting's group, their odds were grim. Not to mention the Qiu Dragon King, who was on the verge of ascending, just the eight clans' Saint King experts alone were enough to crush any hope of victory.

So the most practical thing to do was to call for reinforcements.

Fang Ting gave a calm smile.

"No need. I came here precisely to resolve this matter."

His words left Bai Qingxue dumbfounded. Even Fang Luo and the others were filled with doubt.

This was the alliance of eight imperial clans—equivalent to eight hegemonic powers. The strength they wielded was unimaginable.

How could they possibly resolve it?

"But..." Bai Qingxue still wanted to speak, but Fang Ting's calm gaze silenced her.

She saw absolute confidence and fearlessness in his eyes. She didn't know where that confidence came from—but she trusted that Fang Ting wasn't reckless.

Even Fang Luo was puzzled.

[Is Sixth Uncle this confident because Master has already broken through to the Emperor Realm and is about to return?]

His master, Elder Wang, had already reached peak Ninth Heaven of the Saint King realm and was just a hair away from the Emperor Realm. So this explanation seemed reasonable to him.

Mainly, he couldn't fathom Fang Ting's cultivation speed—never imagining that Fang Ting had already become an Emperor.

Fang Chen and Fang Qiuefeng weren't thinking about it at all. When Fang Luo was around, they followed Fang Luo. When the clan leader was around, they followed him.

With that, Fang Ting and his party resumed their journey toward the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan's territory.

Suddenly, Fang Ting spoke:

"Little Grey, how about making you the Demon Sovereign?"

"Huh?"

Little Grey froze, pointing at himself with a hoof.

"Me? The Demon Sovereign?"

Fang Ting nodded.

"The Qiu Dragon Clan must be destroyed. The other imperial clans can be spared—but they'll have to support you as the new Demon Sovereign. Once your strength is sufficient, you can decide how to deal with the rest."

The Qiu Dragon King had eradicated the Great Xia Dynasty and imprisoned the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan. He was already marked for death on Fang Ting's list.

The other accomplices should logically be eliminated too—but considering the situation in the Northern Region, Fang Ting found it more practical to let Little Grey replace the Qiu Dragon King and rule the demon clans.

With them under proper management, the Northern Region's demon race could become a power usable by the Fang family.

If any of them refused and insisted on siding with the Qiu Dragon Clan, well—Fang Qiuefeng would be more than happy to add them to his menu.

"Am I really up to the task?" Little Grey asked, a bit lacking in confidence.

He had only just broken through to the True Saint Realm. Managing a host of imperial clans, some with Great Saint and even Saint King-level members—anyone would feel overwhelmed.

Fang Ting reassured him:

"Don't worry. With the Fang family behind you, no one will dare disobey."

Once he took care of the Qiu Dragon Clan, who would still have the guts to say no?

Little Grey fell into deep thought. He had only ever served as the Fang family's personal nanny beast, babysitting the kids.

And now, suddenly—he was being asked to become the Demon Sovereign?

Bai Qingxue was stunned speechless.

The Fang Clan Leader's tone... is he even listening to himself? Replace the Qiu Dragon King and make his own pet the new Demon Sovereign? Where does this confidence even come from?

Fang Luo and the other two said nothing—but their minds were full of curiosity.