The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

After sitting in the tavern for a while, Fang Luo and the others left the city and entered the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Plenty of cultivators had come in search of the Myriad Beasts Sect's ruins, and it didn't take long for the trio to locate the entrance to the hidden world.

Many forces were already gathered at the entrance—some even from other continents—but Fang Luo's group didn't pause. They went in directly.

This secret realm differed from the one owned by the Fang family.

The Fang family's was created inside a red pearl, a completely independent world that followed wherever the pearl went. That made it more flexible and harder to forge.

But this one was a stationary spatial fragment—a pocket dimension fixed in location with a known entrance. Any Emperor-realm cultivator with skill in spatial Dao could create such a world.

Many great sects possessed secret realms. Their usefulness depended on two things: space and law completeness.

Lesser realms were used for storage; stronger ones—like the Fang family's—served as hidden bases or safe havens.

Upon entering, Fang Luo scanned the realm and quickly understood its nature.

The space was decent in size. The laws of heaven and earth were sparse, but there was a heaven-grade spiritual vein underground, making the spiritual energy quite dense.

This environment was perfect for beast-rearing. However, due to the weak law structure, neither beasts nor cultivators could likely grow past the Great Saint Realm here.

Fang Luo said, "Our top priority is that flood dragon. If we can't find it, we'll settle for capturing some high-bloodline beasts or beast-taming legacies."

Fang Qiufeng's eyes lit up with joy. This place was teeming with strong-bloodline beasts—paradise for someone with a devouring physique like him. He could gorge himself to his heart's content.

Fang Chen used his Qi-Seeking Art, pointing to the left.

Fang Luo and Fang Qiufeng didn't question it and followed immediately.

Fang Chen's art had evolved over time. Originally, it could only appraise treasure value. Later, it could gauge cultivation, potential, and fate—he'd used it to discover talents like Kong Lao and Qu Wubing.

Eventually, he learned to read geomantic veins—he even chose the site for Ascension City himself.

Now, it could detect fortunes, anomalies, and opportunities in a certain range—but at a high cost of energy.

ROAR!!

After flying for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they encountered a Saint-tier beast.

Fang Qiufeng didn't hesitate—he conjured a sky-shrouding palm and grabbed it in a single move, instantly refining and devouring it. Then he pressed forward without a word.

The three said nothing—not even a glance exchanged. It was a level of instinctual coordination honed by countless life-or-death missions.

Half an hour later.

"This really is the Myriad Beasts Sect's realm," Fang Qiufeng said, licking his lips. "So many high-bloodline beasts."

He was delighted with his feast so far.

Unfortunately, they hadn't found any beast worthy of taming.

But their standards were high. After all, at home, their riding mounts were Red-Backed Dragon Beasts and Azure Thunder Pengs. They had a Sky-Splitting Mystic Turtle in the sea and even a Suanni as a babysitter for the clan leader's kids.

So average beasts didn't impress them.

They needed something comparable to their clan's elite spiritual beasts—high-tier bloodlines, not too diluted.

Rested and replenished, Fang Chen activated his Qi-Seeking Art again, and his eyes gleamed.

"There's a large group of cultivators gathered ahead—something must've been found."

They rushed out.

A quarter-hour later, they arrived at the location Fang Chen sensed.

Just as he said—dozens of cultivators were surrounding a flood dragon several hundred feet long.

These cultivators seemed to be from various factions, temporarily allied in an effort to subdue the creature.

Both the cultivators and the flood dragon were at the True Saint Realm, but even with their numbers, they couldn't pin it down.

The flood dragon churned air and earth with its roars. One moment of carelessness, and it would injure or even kill its attackers.

Had they not trapped it here, it would've escaped long ago.

Fang Luo's eyes brightened. He grinned silently.

"A Flood Sea Jiao—this must be Hai Yuanbai, the future Emperor-realm powerhouse."

To reach that stage, his Azure Dragon bloodline had to be extremely strong. That meant enormous value and high odds of true draconic transformation.

Fang Chen asked in a low voice, "Is this the one?"

Fang Qiufeng added, "His bloodline is insane—I can feel it."

Years of devouring had refined his instincts. He knew quality when he saw (or tasted) it.

Fang Luo nodded, "He has excellent potential and fortune. Try to capture him alive."

"What're we waiting for, then?" Fang Qiufeng was already itching to move.

Fang Chen added gravely, "There are hidden experts nearby."

Although they were well-concealed, they couldn't evade his Qi-Seeking Art unless their realm vastly outclassed his.

Fang Luo narrowed his eyes. "So they're using this flood dragon as bait."

The Myriad Beasts ruins had drawn countless treasure seekers. And those seekers were resources, too.

Their real plan was to lure more cultivators with the dragon, then ambush and eliminate them all—dragon included.

"Doesn't matter," Fang Qiufeng said. "Let's just grab him and go."

Fang Luo agreed. "Exactly. The longer we wait, the more variables arise. Get him now—we'll handle the rest afterward."

More and more people were arriving. If stronger factions showed up, they might lose their chance.

"Go!"

The trio cast their movement techniques. Three streaks of golden light flashed—straight to the flood dragon.

The hidden enemies sensed trouble and immediately revealed themselves.

"How dare you!!"

"Stop at once!!"

"Are you courting death?!"

These hidden experts were all Great Saints. That's why they hadn't captured the flood dragon outright—they were using it as a trap.

But the moment they saw three more Great Saints charging in, they knew they couldn't wait.

If Fang Luo's team took the flood dragon and ran, the whole plan would collapse.

They attacked instantly.

BOOM!!!

Heaven and earth trembled. The commotion spread for ten thousand miles.

But Fang Luo's group was perfectly coordinated.

Fang Qiufeng struck first. His palm sent the allied True Saints flying—some weaker ones were even killed outright.

He then took out his spirit beast pouch and moved to capture the dragon.

Fang Luo and Fang Chen flanked him, guarding against the attacking Great Saints.

Dong!

Dong!!

A golden bell floated above Fang Luo's head, while his sword danced in hand.

A black cauldron floated above Fang Chen, whose spear moved like a dragon.

Against their defense, even with ten-plus Great Saints, the enemies couldn't advance a single step.