The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Now that Fang Hao had stepped into the Saint Realm and shed the constraints of his Body, the vast resources he harvested from the Ancient Battlefield would last him a long time.

He gave some of the items he couldn't use to Fang Ting.

At the same time, he remembered the Falling Moon Water, and asked,

"Patriarch, do you know where our clan gets its supply of Falling Moon Water?"

(If the Fang Clan has a steady supply, it could be sold in the Immortal Realm—an excellent source of high-value, sustainable income.)

"Falling Moon Water?"

Fang Ting, who had long since handed over day-to-day affairs, had to think a moment before recalling the details.

Falling Moon Water was not only a secondary ingredient for the Heaven Spirit Pill, it was also a five-element spirit liquid, one of the necessary materials to cultivate five-element Bodies among clan members.

Their earliest supply came from a phoenix tree grove in the Southern Region, a secret discovered via information bought from Heaven's Secret Pavilion.

Had it not been for the Pavilion's intelligence, no one in the Tianyuan Realm would've even known what Falling Moon Water was or where to find it—underscoring its scarcity.

"The dew from Falling Moon Grass is called Falling Moon Water. We found some years ago and brought it back. Fang Luo cultivated it successfully and now it grows well."

"We planted the grass in the Azure Dragon Secret Realm, where time flows differently. We've accumulated quite a bit. If you need it, go to Fang Chu—he's in charge of it."

Time moved more efficiently in the Azure Dragon Secret Realm, making it ideal for cultivating rare plants. Fang Luo had wisely planted the grass there.

Fang Hao's eyes gleamed.

He hadn't expected the clan to not only have Falling Moon Water, but to possess a plentiful and renewable supply.

Even though it only had one known use—refining the Heaven Spirit Pill—that pill was a high-demand Saint-grade medicine. With its recipe now widespread but its ingredients monopolized, demand far exceeded supply.

"Perfect. I've got a channel that can sell it at a great price."

(I'll have to ask Jin Tianlu later if regular sales might attract unwanted attention from those major powers.)

Fang Ting nodded.

"Outside of the clan's regular usage, you can sell the rest. Just be cautious."

"Understood." Fang Hao replied seriously.

(I've always been focused on bringing goods from the Immortal Realm to sell—but it turns out we can sell things to the Immortal Realm too.)

After leaving Fang Ting's courtyard, Fang Hao headed straight for Fang Chu's residence.

It was in a more remote location. As he arrived, he saw numerous spirit beasts flying in ordered formation.

Upon closer inspection, he realized—Fang Chu was training beasts, and they were none other than the Crimson-Back Dragon Beasts Fang Hao had brought from the Immortal Realm.

The reasons Fang Hao had chosen them were simple:

They carried traces of Yinglong bloodline, giving them elite potential.

They were bred over many generations and had excellent reproductive ability and fast growth.

He had brought back eight dragon eggs, which Fang Chu had taken into the Azure Dragon Secret Realm. Over twenty years had passed since their hatching.

The first generation now had power comparable to Heavenly Palace cultivators, and they had already produced a second generation—eighteen beasts, which Fang Chu was currently training.

They were raised in the secret realm until they reached Core Formation Realm, then brought out for real-world training.

Eventually, these beasts would be distributed to the Fang Clan's Dragon Guard and even the Great Qian Imperial Guard.

Wherever these dragon beasts appeared, they would represent the strength of the Fang Clan and Great Qian.

In fact, many powers had already noticed the mysterious, domineering beasts by Fang Clan's side—and all were curious: what were these creatures no one had ever heard of before?

"Little Hao, what brings you here?" Fang Chu asked.

After receiving a portion of the demonic tree's fruit, Fang Chu—whose cultivation had always progressed at a turtle's pace—had suddenly advanced from Spirit Fusion First Heaven to Fifth Heaven in a short time.

"I've got a buyer offering a high price for Falling Moon Water. I'd like to take some of our stock to sell."

"Sure." Fang Chu immediately handed over a delicately engraved jade bottle.

Despite its small size, the bottle was a spatial artifact, capable of holding an entire lake's worth of liquid.

Fang Hao accepted it, exchanged a few more words, and left.

Returning to Zhentian City in the Immortal Realm, Fang Hao found Jin Tianlu.

"I found a spiritual liquid that looks like what you described. Take a look—see if it's the same."

Jin Tianlu's eyes widened.

"You really found some? Let me see!"

Fang Hao had already prepared some in an ordinary jade vial and handed it over.

Jin Tianlu opened it and peered inside—instantly excited.

"Yes, yes! This is it! It's Falling Moon Water! How much do you have?"

Fang Hao replied with a story he'd prepared in advance:

"I found it in the ruin of a Saint cultivator inside the Ancient Battlefield. There was a pool of this water—it tasted clean and sweet, so I brought it all back."

Usually, Fang Hao would claim to only have a small amount. But since he'd be selling through Jin Tianlu consistently, it made more sense to establish a believable long-term supply line.

Claiming to have found a small pool, without saying exactly how big, gave him flexibility.

Jin Tianlu was overjoyed.

"You really are blessed with monstrous luck, Brother Hao! To stumble on such a thing!"

Fang Hao then took out a full basin of Falling Moon Water, filled to the brim.

"Let's start by selling this batch. I'll bring another in a few months."

The water, priceless in the Immortal Realm, sat in an ordinary washbasin.

Jin Tianlu nodded seriously.

"Exactly what I was thinking."

Fang Hao finally voiced a long-standing concern:

"The water's been monopolized by several big factions. Is it safe for you to sell this?"

Jin Tianlu waved it off.

"Don't worry. This is nothing. They won't even blink."

Those factions released small amounts periodically for trade anyway. Besides, the Immortal Realm was massive. There were countless unexplored regions—finding wild Falling Moon Grass wasn't unheard of.

Unless someone flooded the market, those powers wouldn't care.

"Then I can relax," Fang Hao thought, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

They discussed it further and decided: Fang Hao would deliver one basin every three months.

Originally, Jin Tianlu had said he wouldn't take a commission. But Fang Hao insisted on offering a cut. After some back and forth, Jin Tianlu accepted.