The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace

Fang Qiufeng transmitted his voice, "How much longer can this ancient formation last? If those other guys make it out, things will get really bad."

The cultivators currently outside the minor world were relatively weak—that's why they were left behind. But Xiang Zhantian and his crew were another matter entirely. Each one of them was formidable. If they joined the fight and used the trapping formation to their advantage, Fang Luo and the others would be in grave danger.

Fang Luo said, "Let's break the array while we still have the chance."

The three each revealed their trump cards—especially Fang Chen, the Treasure Daoist, who tossed out one rare item after another, leaving the surrounding enemies dumbfounded.

"Who the hell is this guy? He's throwing out treasures like they're worthless!"

"Doesn't matter who he is. He stole from our Seven Kings City—that alone is a death sentence!"

"Hurry and send word to Brother Tian! This ancient formation is solid, but it doesn't last long. If we wait too long, we won't be able to hold them!"

Meanwhile, within the minor world, Xiang Zhantian and the others were racing toward the exit. Fang Luo's group, meanwhile, kept trying every possible method to break the formation.

In the blink of an eye, a stick of incense's time had passed.

Cracks began to appear on the jade pillars that sustained the ancient formation—they were on the verge of collapse.

"This formation's time is almost up. Get ready to move."

Fang Chen and Fang Qiufeng nodded and prepared themselves.

At that moment, ripples surged across the spatial rift at the entrance of the minor world. One figure after another emerged—and leading them was none other than Xiang Zhantian, who had been hunting them for over ten days.

The five guards outside the formation quickly approached him.

"Brother Tian, those three brats are trapped. But the ancient formation won't hold much longer."

Xiang Zhantian didn't care that five of his men were missing. Instead, he turned and grinned at the trio trapped inside the formation.

"Let's see where you run this time. Move in!"

Several True Saints pulled out formation flags and discs, beginning to set up a new array around the perimeter.

The remaining eighteen Great Saint Realm cultivators charged into the formation, engaging the trio in battle.

Xiang Zhantian shouted, "Hand over the Sea-Flipping Flood Dragon now, and I might spare your lives and your factions. But if you continue this stubborn defiance, not only will you die—I'll annihilate your entire clan!"

Fang Chen sneered, "We're from the Nie Clan of Songzhou. If you've got the guts, then go."

The Nie Clan of Songzhou was also one of the top-tier forces in the realm—and had a longstanding grudge with the Fang family's ally, the Xuantian Sacred Sect. Fang Chen's retort wasn't random.

While the Seven Kings City was indeed stronger than both the Nie Clan and Xuantian Sacred Sect, completely wiping them out was unrealistic—especially since the Seven Kings weren't likely to heed Xiang Zhantian's personal grudges.

Xiang Zhantian's face froze.

"Bold words! When you're dead, I'll extract your souls and go after your clan anyway!"

Fang Luo remained silent, unleashing killing moves in response.

Even though Xiang Zhantian's team had the upper hand in cultivation, the assault from Fang Luo's trio forced them to be extremely cautious—one mistake could result in a fatal wound or even death.

Any other cultivators might have realized how dangerous these three were and avoided unnecessary conflict.

But Xiang Zhantian came from Seven Kings City—famous for fearing neither heaven nor earth. Unless their targets were direct heirs of major powers, they would kill without hesitation.

Boom boom boom!!

Suddenly, the jade pillars sustaining the ancient formation exploded, and the inverted bowl-like dome that had trapped the trio vanished.

Swish!

Having waited for this exact moment, Fang Luo and his companions immediately turned into beams of divine light and bolted.

"Stop them!!" Xiang Zhantian roared, waving his arm.

The True Saints who had been setting up the new formation activated their flags and discs at once.

Unfortunately, this wasn't an ancient or Emperor-grade array. Fang Chen casually pulled out another treasure and effortlessly shattered the newly formed barrier, allowing the trio to escape in style.

"ARRRGGHHH!!"

Watching them slip away again, Xiang Zhantian was incandescent with rage.

"CHASE THEM!! No matter the cost—we will kill them! Grind their bones to ash!!"

They were so enraged they gave up exploring the Myriad Beast Sect's minor world altogether, devoting everything to the pursuit of the three.

However, they weren't very skilled in tracking.

Fang Luo's trio, on the other hand, were experts at escape.

They changed appearances and auras multiple times, fleeing across seven or eight provinces.

With spirit-restoring pills in their mouths and supreme-grade spirit stones in their hands, they didn't stop for a moment.

In just a few days, they had thrown Xiang Zhantian far behind. Even so, they crossed three more provinces before slowing down and finally taking a breather.

Though they'd shaken off their pursuers, Fang Chen still worried aloud, "What if they find out where we're from?"

Fang Luo replied, "We altered our appearances and auras, and we arrived in Youzhou from across multiple provinces. They won't be able to track us—not with their current means."

The three had never revealed their true faces or real auras while traveling. They even avoided using their signature weapons and techniques—precautions precisely for situations like this.

And it worked. In all their years of adventuring, despite offending many powers, no one had managed to learn their true identities.

Fang Qiufeng and Fang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good. That's what matters."

Offending a major power like the Seven Kings City over a single dragon wasn't a big deal—they didn't mind. But dragging their families into it? That was unacceptable.

Though they slowed their pace, they didn't stop. Their new direction was toward Cangzhou.

Along the way, they tamed the Sea-Flipping Flood Dragon, Hai Yuanbai, whom they had captured in the Myriad Beast Sect's minor world.

Hai Yuanbai had been born in that sealed realm, spending his life among beasts with no contact with human cultivators. His days were filled with eating, sleeping, fighting, and cultivating—a simple, beastly existence. So his temperament was likewise simple and gullible.

In front of the sly veterans that were Fang Luo and his companions, he was like a naive child.

Using a mix of threats and kindness, the trio quickly won him over. Before long, Hai Yuanbai regarded them as his elder brothers and obeyed them without question.

Once they returned to the Fang Clan of Cangzhou, they simply shared amusing tales of their adventures—completely omitting all hardship and danger.

They even introduced Hai Yuanbai to the family.

While the trio rested at home, Hai Yuanbai spent time swimming in the Fang Clan's inner-world seas, chatting with the mighty Tongtian Black Tortoise.

Someday, when Little Grey came home, Hai Yuanbai could formally recognize him as his big brother.

As the official nanny of the Fang family's children, Little Grey's status was extremely high. No matter how powerful or noble a beast arrived, they had to respectfully call him "Big Brother."