Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Holy City, Demon Hunter Organization’s Town Hall—Shi Yun, handling official business, received a report: a battle has erupted at Lingyun Peak outside Shuiyun City. Wei Fan descended from the heavens, shattered Lingyun Peak, and vanished into the Void World with the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon atop the peak.

"How dare he go after that Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon?"

Shi Yun almost thought the intel was wrong. Everyone among the Saint Realm powerhouses of Holy City knew the origin of the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon outside Shuiyun City.

The powerless go only to die; the powerful dare not try, afraid of provoking the old Flood Dragon Demon Emperor.

Given Wei Fan’s current predicament, he should be hiding and laying low—even the Martial Emperor Clan is after him; going to provoke a demon fiend is just foolish.

Some time later, another report arrived: someone had witnessed the signs of Dao Collapse of a Dharma Powerhouse hundreds of miles from Shuiyun City.

"He killed that Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon!"

Wei Fan has only broken through to the Saint Realm three months ago—impossible for him to reach the Dharma Realm. So the dead one must be the Flood Dragon.

Shi Yun bolted upright. With the death of Lingyun Peak’s Flood Dragon, the entire Flood Dragon lineage will never let this go and vengeance is certain. That old Flood Dragon Demon Emperor will likely strike at the Human Race’s defense lines to avenge its grandson.

"Wait, he wants to muddy the waters!"

Shi Yun realized it—Wei Fan slew Lingyun Peak’s Flood Dragon, and with the Flood Dragon clan’s power in the Demon Race, war with the Human Race is inevitable. The entire Eastern Domain will be in turmoil; whoever wants to kill Wei Fan, it just got a lot harder.

"This place is too hot to stay!"

Wei Fan wasn’t thinking so complicated—he just wanted to hunt demon fiends for power harvesting; who cares if it’s the Demon Emperor’s offspring? If the sky falls, let the tall ones hold it up; it’s not like the Human Race lacks Martial Emperors.

[Nine Dragons Nine Elephants Skill (Entry Level)]

[Ordinary Power: 7.18 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 6,000 years]

After burning through Ao Qingyu’s Origin, Wei Fan unraveled the array and tore open the void, vanishing from sight.

He didn’t know if the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell could suppress the Demon Emperor; no need to risk it. If it fails, there’s only death. Better to stay cautious.

"A couple million more years of power and the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell can level up again."

Once Ten Thousand Spirits Bell upgrades, not saying he could suppress all Emperor Realm combatants, but defense would be no issue—he wouldn’t have to tiptoe around anymore.

Half an hour later, Wei Fan reappeared in Shuiyun City. Nothing here seemed affected by the previous battle—everyone going about life as normal. The Flood Dragon Demon Emperor hadn’t come rampaging.

Of course, maybe the old Flood Dragon already went berserk and is fighting a Human Martial Emperor somewhere unknown; no Human Emperor would allow the Demon Emperor to march deep into their lands.

Though he killed Ao Qingyu, since he’d come to sit in Shuiyun City, Wei Fan did not intend to leave. He found an inn, checked in, and divided the 6,000 years of Martial Saint’s Power evenly between Nine-Nine True Skill and Scripture of the Three Emperors.

Time passed—the second day in Shuiyun City, no demon fiends came, nor did experts from the Wang or Zhou families come looking for him.

"Maybe it’s because I’m in the city—they don’t dare make a move!"

Bored, Wei Fan stepped out of his room and asked around the inn about any powerful demon fiends nearby. If the enemy won’t come knocking, he’ll go hunting himself.

"Five thousand miles east, there’s Wutong Ridge—a flock of Golden-winged Sparrows live there. They often swoop over and snatch people up!"

The inn’s runner shared this bit with Wei Fan.

Previously, Shuiyun City was protected by Ao Qingyu—his territory, forbidden for demon fiends to invade for human prey. That only applied inside city walls. Outlying towns near Shuiyun City still often suffered demon attacks.

With Ao Qingyu sitting at Lingyun Peak, few dared to cross him by slaying the Golden-winged Sparrow tribe.

Strictly speaking, Ao Qingyu was much like the Human Race’s powerhouses, stationed at the border to keep humans from entering demon lands to hunt—another form of defense line.

Now that Ao Qingyu was dead, the distant Golden-winged Sparrow flock had become a new demon line of defense. In the past two days, they’d started stirring up trouble in Shuiyun City. The City Defense Army had already clashed with them several times.

Wei Fan, having been in seclusion, hadn’t noticed these events at all.

"Look—they’re here again!"

As the inn runner spoke, Wei Fan saw through the window—a Golden-winged Sparrow with a wingspan of dozens of yards circling above the city.

"Hand over the killer of the Third Crown Prince, or in a few short days, Shuiyun City will be reduced to ashes!"

This Golden-winged Sparrow possessed the cultivation of a Demon King, at the ninth layer. Its aura was weak—clearly, it survived by luck after trying for the Saint Realm.

It didn’t dare approach Shuiyun City, only harassed from afar; even if the one who killed Ao Qingyu wasn’t here, the City Lord was still a Saint Realm powerhouse—getting close would be suicide.

"These beasts use their speed to pester us from a distance—now most of the people too scared to leave the city.

They wouldn’t chase the one who slew the Jiao Demon; instead they threaten us. The City Lord hasn’t stepped up for reasons unknown."

The inn runner looked helpless. Slaying demons is always the right thing, but clearly Shuiyun City is being held accountable for the death at Lingyun Peak.

"Looks like the demon fiends are scheming to force me out!"

The reaction to Ao Qingyu’s death wasn’t nothing; it’s just that Human defense lines all over are solid. Demons can’t launch assaults so easily—they’re still plotting.

Unhurried, Wei Fan took a sip of wine, and with the runner staring in amazement, pulled out his golden Jiaolong Sunset Bow and slowly drew it back.

Infusing his Dao Power, Essence Qi surged from the heavens—Wei Fan’s Will Power entwined around the energy arrow. In that tavern, it was as if a great sun fell; the light was blinding.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan released, the arrow pierced the void. Moments later, the Golden-winged Sparrow a hundred miles away exploded with a roar—chunks of bloody flesh rained from the sky.

[Golden-winged Sparrow slain—gained 50,000 years of Ordinary Power]

[Ordinary Power: 7.23 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: None]

"More wine and meat!"

Wei Fan stowed the Jiaolong Sunset Bow, sat, and resumed his meal.

Patrons and staff at the inn stared, slack-jawed. Clearly the man before them was a Saint Realm powerhouse; no one else could kill a ninth-layer Demon King a hundred miles away with one shot.

"Please wait, honored one!"

The runner hustled off to the kitchen, bringing more food for Wei Fan: "Sir, be careful. Word is, in Wutong Ridge, there’s a Golden-winged Sparrow Mother that’s nearly two thousand years old, even the City Lord won’t provoke her..."

This kind of demon fiend—he’d heard about it back in the wilderness; a rare, extremely powerful breed. When breeding, they unleash the terrifying Nanming Li Fire. He’d been in the Five Great Domains so long and never encountered one till now.

"Relax. Since I’ve gotten involved, I’ll handle these beasts myself—I won’t bring trouble down on Shuiyun City’s folk."

Wei Fan knew why the runner told him that—worried he’d kill the provoking Golden-winged Sparrow, then disappear, leaving Shuiyun City to bear the fallout.

"It’s him—he’s the one who shattered Lingyun Peak!"

That arrow had already drawn attention from everyone in Shuiyun City; someone recognized Wei Fan, the Saint Realm powerhouse who vanished into the Void World with the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon.

"He’s Wei Fan, the nineteen-year-old Saint Realm powerhouse!"

Someone named him directly—Wei Fan wasn’t hiding his face.

Nineteen years old and in the Saint Realm—those hearing this, whether or not they knew the name, couldn’t help but be moved.

Yaozhou has no ordinary people—everyone knows what it means to reach Saint Realm at nineteen. In that instant, the sound of people sucking in breath filled the room.

"So it’s Wei Fan! No wonder he killed that Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon. Most Saint Realm powerhouses wouldn’t dare mess with the Flood Dragon tribe."

"I heard Wei Fan’s already crossed the Zhou Family—even the Martial Emperor Clan couldn’t subdue him. Why would he fear mere demon fiends?"

...

From distant Wutong Ridge came the roars of Great Demons. Wei Fan finished his meal, tossed a few Spirit Crystals onto the table, and instantly broke into the sky.

Everyone knew Wei Fan was off to wipe out Wutong Ridge’s nest of Golden-winged Sparrows. Someone thought to follow and watch, but then reconsidered—when Dharma Demon Saints and Body-Becoming Saint Demons clash, if you’re not at Saint Realm, you don’t even qualify to spectate. They fight in the Void World, you wouldn’t see a thing.

Crimson mist filled Wutong Ridge, groves of towering parasol trees everywhere. But these weren’t the legendary Parasol Divine Wood where Phoenixes nest; just ordinary trees.

From all sides, sharp bird cries rang out—more than a dozen Golden-winged Sparrows flapped their wings, screaming about destroying Shuiyun City.

They were only provoking Shuiyun City by order, trying to draw out the killer of the Flood Dragon tribe’s Third Crown Prince. Never expected a Human Saint Realm powerhouse to break the rules and kill their Demon King right off.

The demon kings chattered noisily—but until the Sparrow Mother speaks, none dare actually attack Shuiyun City.

"Chiu..."

Suddenly, a piercing birdcall split the sky. The squabbling sparrows fell silent, turning toward the Sparrow Mother’s roost.

Next instant—a ray of gold shot out from the Sparrow Mother’s nest, slamming into the sky.

"Enemy attack!"

Only now did the Golden-winged Sparrows see a massive fist flying from afar toward Wutong Ridge—terrifying Saint Realm energy spreading across the land.

"It’s the same Human Saint Realm that killed Old Fourth—he’s attacking Wutong Ridge!"

"Run!"

The flock took to the air in terror, wings thrumming frantic as the colossal fist smothered all beneath it, like a mountain range ready to crush the Golden-winged Sparrow clan.

Gold light collided with the fist in a blast, shredding the sky—giant rifts tore open in the heavens.

Wails filled the air; the sparrows dropped like dumplings from Wutong Ridge, thudding to earth and shaking the hills.

"You deserve death!"

A flood of golden light surged out, covering Wutong Ridge, dampening most of the shockwave—but only two or three sparrows survived. The rest died instantly, battered by the force.

The ridge shook—a Golden-winged Sparrow Mother burst out like a golden lightning bolt, rocketing toward the direction where the fist had crashed in.