The Sacred Leaves Family's Wishes for Peace-Chapter 445 - 563: The Headquarters of Wangyuelou

Chapter 563: The Headquarters of Wangyuelou

After successfully breaking through to the Saint Realm and consolidating his cultivation, Fang Chu wasted no time returning to Wolong City. Although his residence had been fortified with a number of protective formations, it was still situated in the open wilderness, making it far from completely safe. Even though Fang Chu had reached the Saint Realm, the prudence instilled in him by years of careful cultivation still dictated that he tread cautiously. Only when he could one day stand at the pinnacle of the Tianyuan World, truly invincible among all beings, might he allow himself to indulge in a little recklessness.

No sooner had Fang Chu returned to his dwelling than Manager Qiu arrived for a visit that very afternoon.

"Huh? Brother Fang , you’ve broken through?" Manager Qiu said, eyes widening slightly. Though he could not sense Fang Chu’s exact cultivation level, he could immediately perceive that something was different about him. The difference between a Saint Realm cultivator and those below it was vast. Even with Fang Chu’s refined techniques and subtle concealments, a perceptive individual could detect the shift.

Fang Chu’s expression remained calm. "I’ve had some recent insights and made a few gains."

"Perfect timing, then. I came to tell you about something you’ve been very interested in," Manager Qiu said with a warm smile.

Fang Chu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it?"

"You remember what I mentioned before, right? That the brewers of Wangyuelou undergo an assessment every fifty years? Well, the next one is coming soon," Manager Qiu explained, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.

Fang Chu’s eyes lit up slightly. "When exactly?"

"In three months," Manager Qiu replied.

Fang Chu had originally assumed that Qiu had come because he had just broken through, perhaps to congratulate or evaluate him. But it turned out that the real reason for the visit was this upcoming assessment—a matter Fang Chu had always paid close attention to, as it was closely tied to his broader plans for revenge and advancement.

The Wangyuelou brewers’ assessment occurred once every fifty years, primarily designed to evaluate their professional skill and craftsmanship. Those who performed exceptionally, who achieved top scores and demonstrated extraordinary talent, would be assigned to larger and more prominent regions. In these posts, they would enjoy superior treatment, more abundant resources, and better overall benefits. The top three scorers even had the opportunity to challenge the Chief Brewer of Wangyuelou. If victorious, they could replace the Chief Brewer, assuming the highest position in the organization.

Securing the title of Chief Brewer came with immense prestige and power. To be the Chief Brewer of Wangyuelou was to essentially enter the organization’s topmost management tier. Such authority and status would give the holder influence over vast resources, personnel, and strategic decisions.

Manager Qiu then added, "Actually, it’s not just for brewers. Each regional manager also undergoes a performance evaluation. Those with outstanding achievements are often transferred to larger and more important regions."

Fang Chu nodded approvingly. "With your abilities, Manager Qiu, I’m certain you would rank near the top and get to choose whichever region you preferred."

The reasoning behind such a system was clear to anyone familiar with Wangyuelou. The rotation policy served multiple purposes: to encourage managers and brewers to continually improve their skills, to prevent any individual from staying in one location too long, and to avoid the risk of a regional branch becoming the personal domain of a single person. In this regard, Wangyuelou’s policy mirrored the rotational systems used in imperial courts, where talented officials were moved between regions to maintain loyalty and prevent local entrenchment.

Manager Qiu smiled. "You flatter me, Brother Fang . In my opinion, your brewing skills are absolutely outstanding among all Wangyuelou brewers. This time, you are guaranteed to make a mark. Aiming for the Chief Brewer position in the near future? That would be no problem at all."

Fang Chu waved his hand lightly. "Enough with the praise, Manager Qiu."

He had not been thinking about competing for the Chief Brewer in some distant future—he intended to claim it this time. If he failed, he could wait another fifty years; he had plenty of time. The Chief Brewer position, in his eyes, was his by right, and Wangyuelou itself was destined to become a stage for his plans.

Because Manager Qiu also had business at Wangyuelou’s headquarters, Fang Chu arranged to travel with him. Being unfamiliar with the territory, having someone as a guide offered both protection and convenience.

A month later, Fang Chu prepared all the spiritual liquors he would require for the coming period. Manager Qiu finalized the remaining arrangements, and the two of them departed from Qingzhou, heading toward the continent where Wangyuelou’s main store was located.

Qiu’s flying vessel was fast and efficient. It took them just over a month to reach their destination. Part of this was due to Qingzhou’s relative proximity; had they been traveling from Fang Chu’s remote homeland, Cangzhou, even a Saint Realm cultivator moving nonstop would have required roughly a year. When Fang Ting visited Fang Ying and Fang Mu Ge, the journey each time took over a year, though returning was slightly quicker if aided by an Imperial Realm cultivator.

As one of the eighteen dominant powers of the Tianyuan World, Wangyuelou occupied a continent naturally rich in resources. Its headquarters was a place of abundant spiritual energy, with towering ancient peaks and majestic mountains. Rainbow-colored auspicious clouds drifted around mid-height, giving the region a fairy-tale beauty.

The tallest mountain peak was adorned with countless palace complexes, stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see. Fang Chu had never before witnessed the awe-inspiring power of a Saint-Level spiritual vein in person, and the sight left him momentarily speechless.

"I knew that above the Heavenly-Level veins there were Saint-Level veins, but I didn’t realize the difference could be this vast," he thought. "If I could manage to bring a Saint-Level vein back to the Azure Dragon Secret Realm, I could cultivate to the pinnacle of Saint Realm inside it before emerging." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The reaction of Fang Chu mirrored the thoughts of his family the first time they encountered a Saint-Level vein: the desire to bring such a powerful resource back home.

Manager Qiu, seeing Fang Chu’s expression of awe, laughed lightly. "When I first came here, I hadn’t even become a Saint yet. You had the same look. Don’t worry—you’ll get used to it after a few visits."

Fang Chu nodded.

At last, they arrived at the largest palace on the mountaintop. Radiant beams of divine light streamed in from all directions, converging at the palace. The figures arriving were managers and brewers from other continents, each one emanating a terrifying aura as deep and vast as an ocean.

Most were middle-aged or elderly, with young people like Fang Chu being a rare sight. A few elderly men even carried the scent of strong liquor, likely from either lingering drinking effects or a journey that had involved continual consumption.

For brewers, this was entirely normal. Some individuals became brewers simply for the joy of tasting exquisite alcohol, dedicating themselves to their craft not out of ambition, but out of pure appreciation for fine spirits.