The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Once it was confirmed that Fang Ting was an Emperor-level expert, everyone—especially the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan—finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They no longer feared the Qiu Dragon King or his eight-clan coalition.

But none of them had expected the outcome to be so effortless.

Everyone was in utter shock and admiration.

Fang Luo and Fang Chen's eyes gleamed with stunned awe.

[So this is what an Emperor-level cultivator is like? Unbelievable!]

Though they had encountered Emperor-tier cultivators during their years of training in other continents, they had never seen one fight up close—so they'd had no true concept of the power disparity.

Now, after personally witnessing Fang Ting instantly slay the Qiu Dragon King—who had already stepped halfway into the Emperor Realm—they finally understood.

Fang Qiuefeng, on the other hand, didn't waste time on sentiment. He stared with burning hunger.

[The Qiu Dragon was a top-tier ancient beast... I must beg the patriarch to give me the corpse!]

Qiufeng had tasted rare creatures from across the continents, even dragon-blooded beasts—but he had never eaten one of the Qiu Dragon King's level.

And since this dragon was peak Ninth Heaven Saint King, devouring it could very well trigger a breakthrough for him.

Thus, his desire for the corpse was especially intense.

Right on cue, Fang Ting waved his hand.

The Qiu Dragon King's colossal corpse flew through the air and landed in front of Fang Qiuefeng.

"You take care of it."

Although the Qiu Dragon King's body was full of treasures, none were particularly useful to Fang Ting himself.

If devouring it could push Qiufeng into a breakthrough, then he'd receive double the cultivation feedback in return.

That was the real reason he'd kept the body intact.

Fang Qiuefeng was ecstatic.

"Many thanks, Patriarch!!"

His gratitude was beyond words.

As the still-warm corpse was handed over, the other demon clan experts who had followed the Qiu Dragon King finally snapped out of their daze.

Their faces were filled with disbelief.

"Our future Demon Sovereign... just died like that?"

"Wasn't the Qiu Dragon King already half a step into the Emperor Realm, the strongest in all of Cangzhou? How did he die without even landing a hit?"

They were thrown into an existential crisis.

At this point, forget conquering the human race and ruling Cangzhou—they weren't even sure if they would survive the next few moments.

"Thud!!"

Niu Nao, previously flattened by Fang Ting, abruptly knelt on the ground.

"I only imprisoned the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan and helped wipe out the Great Xia royal family because I was forced to by the Qiu Dragon King's might!

Please, Patriarch Fang, spare my life! I'll do anything you command!!"

The surrounding demon experts stared in stunned silence.

Coward!

Spineless weakling!!

They hadn't even started cursing before—

"Thud... Thud... Thud..."

One after another, demon experts fell to their knees before Fang Ting.

"We were forced too! Please spare us, Patriarch Fang!"

"Our Golden-Winged Tiger Clan submits to your command!"

In a blink, 80% of the imperial clan experts dropped to their knees.

Only the remaining 20% still stood frozen, hands trembling, pointing accusingly at the others.

"You spineless dogs! You submit to humans?! I—"

"Pft! Pft! Pft!"

Before they could finish, Fang Ting casually raised his hand.

All the standing demon experts—instantly slain.

Those kneeling lowered their heads, hearts racing with cold sweat.

They were filled with gratitude—for not hesitating a second earlier.

Then Fang Ting pointed at Little Grey.

"From this moment on, he is the Demon Sovereign of the Northern Region.

All ten imperial clans are to support him.

Disobey... and you die."

His tone was calm. But those last three words were laced with deadly force, making the souls of every demon tremble.

"Yes!!"

"Greetings, Demon Sovereign!!"

The experts of the eight imperial clans, along with the Heavenfire Blazebeast Clan, all knelt before Little Grey.

Some did so out of sheer fear—worried Fang Ting might take out the rest.

But the smarter ones knelt with true sincerity.

They understood:

"The Qiu Dragon King might have broken through in the future—but Fang Ting is already a true Emperor.

With his spirit beast as Demon Sovereign... it means the demon race now has the Fang Clan as their patron!"

"The Fang family is flourishing, with limitless potential. Following them will lead the demon race to a broader, brighter future."

"And let's be honest—Qiu Dragon or Suanni, both are ancient beasts.

Switching one for the other isn't a downgrade."

Many of them had never truly submitted to the Qiu Dragon King.

They had just been coerced by power, not loyalty.

Now, with the king gone and a stronger power before them—they gladly accepted Little Grey as the new sovereign.

As for Little Grey, he stood blinking in confusion.

So many demon clan elites were kneeling before him...

He was still a bit stunned.

Just a few hours ago, Fang Ting had casually suggested he become the Demon Sovereign.

And now, that idle suggestion had become reality.

From a live-in nanny, he had been elevated to ruler of the Northern Region's entire demon race.

Fang Luo and Fang Chen had no objections.

Little Grey had been lazing around for too long—eating, drinking, and napping every day.

It was time to give him something useful to do.

By putting the Northern Region under his control, the Fang Clan now effectively controlled the demon race.

From now on, any dirty or dangerous work—just give it to the big demons.

Only Fang Qiuefeng looked regretful.

[What a pity! Most of these big demons surrendered!

If they had all resisted, I could've had an all-you-can-eat buffet...]

[Well, with the Qiu Dragon King's corpse and a few Saint King-level beasts... it's not a total loss.]

He wished they'd all resisted to the end—so Fang Ting would have wiped them out, leaving him a feast.

Sadly, reality didn't grant that wish.

Meanwhile, Bai Qingxue was stealing glances at Fang Ting's back, her beautiful eyes shimmering with light.

She had once believed that the Qiu Dragon King—ruler of eight imperial clans and destroyer of two hegemonic powers—was an unmatched force in Cangzhou.

But today, Fang Ting had crushed him with ease, then effortlessly installed his own spirit beast as the new monarch.

At this rate, the entire Northern Region would be under his thumb in no time.

And compared to the Qiu Dragon King—

Fang Ting was the true king of Cangzhou.

She realized... it likely wouldn't be long before the entire continent would dance to the tune of the Fang family.