Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Wei Fan was still somewhat troubled. Achieving the Spirit Concealment Realm in four months—if word got out, it would be shocking. The Demon Fiends would surely want him eradicated.

But he couldn’t keep hiding. The identity of "Wei Ran" now posed a crisis no less than his true identity.

As Wei Fan, the Demon Hunter Organization would still protect him, but as Wei Ran, the organization knew nothing of his origin and wouldn’t dare interfere.

Luckily, many aspects of Body Refining are not clearly defined. Returning to the identity of Wei Fan, he could suppress some power during battles.

"Next, accumulate the power needed for the fifth transformation of the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations."

With a Daoist Level of 12,000 zhang, he could proceed with the fifth transformation’s cultivation. However, he worried that his current power might not suffice.

He put away the Dragon-slaying Saber and hid everything related to the identity of "Wei Ran." Then, he retrieved items used as "Wei Fan," including the sealed Waist Token of the Town Territory Envoy.

These things were from the Demon Hunter Organization. Who knew if there were any tracking measures? After the incident with Shi Yun, he no longer fully trusted the organization, so when the Wei Fan identity disappeared, he sealed these items and stored them in the Storage Gourd to prevent tracking.

Unsealing the Waist Token, he didn’t expect any message. Town Territory Envoys’ tokens could send messages, but if kept in a signal-less place, they wouldn’t receive past messages once back in a signal area.

The moment he unsealed it, the token began vibrating.

Wei Fan poured his Heart Spirit into reading the Waist Token’s message, and instantly, his face was filled with killing intent. Blood Qi tore through the sky, shattering a void and shaking the mountains.

"Zhang Ye has fallen!"

This was the message he received. Zhang Ye, the Town Territory Envoy he met in the Holy City on the first day, had fallen yesterday, slain by Demon Fiends outside Shuiyun City.

"You’re courting death!"

Wei Fan roared, splintering the mountains, his fury overturning the Nine Heavens, plunging into the Void World, quickly heading towards Shuiyun City.

...

Shuiyun City wasn’t peaceful. It was the crossroads of the Yaozhou Human Race and Demon Fiends, a battlefield for years. Peace came only when the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon appeared.

Ever since Wei Fan slew the Purple-Bearded Golden Flood Dragon, "Wei Ran" had consecutively killed four Demon Saints here. Shuiyun City became the frontline of Human-Demon battles, more intense than ever.

Due to "Wei Ran" killing four Demon Saints here, the Jinzhou Demon Saints appeared, attacking the Human Race in droves. The last known location of Wei Fan and "Wei Ran" couldn’t possibly be peaceful.

Over the past month, both sides increased their troops, each side exceeding a hundred thousand. Combined, the Saint Realm powerhouses already exceeded double digits.

Yaozhou is the Human Race Holy City, a place where powerhouses gather. It’s unlike Jinzhou, where Humans are at a disadvantage. Both sides restrained themselves, avoiding competition in Saint Realm numbers, fearing uncontrollable escalation.

Still, battles continued, clashing every day or two, with no Saint Realm powerhouse fallen, but the armies suffered heavy casualties.

Until some days ago, things changed.

A Town Territory Envoy named Zhang Ye came to support at Shuiyun City. Recognized as Wei Fan’s friend by Demon Fiends, they secretly summoned more Saints and killed Zhang Ye yesterday.

Today, for revenge, the Human Race planned to bring more Saints, but the Demon Fiends were prepared. Battles from morning to now turned hundreds of miles into ruins. The Human Race failed to kill any Demon Saints, but suffered many army casualties.

"Wei Fan just lost a friend. Why are you angry? He killed countless Demon Saints and Great Demons of my Demon Race. If he isn’t handed over soon, my Demon Race will kill everyone associated with him, including those protecting him."

"First kill his friends, then march on Beiding Continent and flatten his homeland. Let’s see how long he can hide!"

"If Wei Fan comes forward to die, my Demon Race could coexist peacefully with the Human Race for a millennium!"

"Zhang Ye died yesterday; today, it’s your turn, Black Dragon. You have dealings with Wei Fan too."

"Want to kill me, Black Dragon? Try bringing two Great Saints next time."

...

Roars echoed across the battlefield. The Black Dragon Great Saint fought blood-drenched, battling Demon Venerable Great Saints in frenzy.

But his opponents weren’t weak either. Even battling three days and nights wouldn’t easily determine a victor.

Further away was the battle between Dharma Martial Saints and Pathway Condensing Martial Saints. Saint Realm powers clashed, the sky collapsed and earth shattered, the Great Dao severed.

Both sides suffered losses, but no clear victor emerged.

"You beasts! Even if we perish, we’ll never hand over Wei Fan. He’s my Human Race’s prodigy, destined to become Emperor. My brother’s blood debt will definitely be avenged by him someday."

Zhang Yu roared, his body bathed in blood.

He was Zhang Ye’s brother. Upon hearing of Zhang Ye’s death at Shuiyun City, he descended the mountain for revenge.

His opponent was the killer—a Five-Colored Demon Bull and a Golden-Scaled Python.

Though stronger than his brother Zhang Ye, he couldn’t single-handedly vanquish two Dharma Demon Saints, only fighting them evenly.

"Blood debt? Wei Fan killed my sons, slaughtered my kin, and murdered my friends! He owes me numerous blood debts; I’m just collecting interest."

The Five-Colored Demon Bull King’s eyes were bloodshot. He was the Five-Colored Demon Bull King from Beiding Continent, here for vengeance.

Once, Wei Fan became a Saint in the Wilderness battle, nearly wiping out Beiding Continent’s Demon Saints. Even the Qilin Ape Saint, stepping into the Emperor Dao Field, died with one foot in the grave. Only the Five-Colored Demon Bull King and Golden-Scaled Python King, fearing a Demon Hunter Organization purge, fled Beiding Continent.

Upon learning that Wei Fan’s last known location was at Shuiyun City, they rushed to join the battle—only to find Zhang Ye instead—taking savage delight in killing.

They knew Wei Fan valued friendship. By killing some of his friends, Wei Fan couldn’t remain hidden.

"With such prowess, you beast slaughtered many Human Race comrades, haven’t you?"

Zhang Yu shouted, repeatedly unleashing heavy attacks on the Five-Colored Demon Bull King. But the Golden-Scaled Python rushed to assist, neutralizing Zhang Yu’s moves.

"Enough talk! Send you to meet your brother; Wei Fan will come down eventually. Humans forever remain my Demon Race’s prey."

The Five-Colored Demon Bull King surged with Five-Colored Divine Light, snorting out tremendous currents, delivering relentless iron-fisted blows.

"The Divine Armor, designed by the Primordial Emperor himself, was forced into destruction by my Demon Race. What’s a mere Wei Fan? Once my Demon Race ignites true flames, there’ll be no room for regret."

Golden-Scaled Python King shouted: "Even Xuanyuan Peak, hailed as the most dazzling in two thousand years, perished. Wei Fan won’t be an exception."

As if responding to the Golden-Scaled Python King’s words, a distant rumble shook the Void World, resonating everywhere.

A terrifying aura enveloped the world; the void shattered as if an ocean raged, terrifying Divine Power pervading as mountains collapsed, stained with blood.

"All Demon Fiends, die!"

A vast wave of Blood Qi surged in the Void World, immense and boundless, carrying a wrathful killing shout.

"Who?"

A Demon Saint shouted, stunned by the terrifying Blood Qi ocean. Even Great Saint level powerhouses couldn’t unleash this vast Blood Qi ocean; only those devoted to body refinement, achieving Body Ascension among Human Race warriors, could.

"Could he have appeared?"

All present Saint Realm powerhouses—whether Demon Fiends or Human Martial Saints—felt their hearts skipped a beat.

Body-Ascension-level warriors called to mind one name—Wei Fan.

The teenager at Saint Realm, driving the Demon Fiends to wage war across the Eastern Domain, determined to kill the Human Race prodigy.

"Die!"

An overwhelming fist emerged from the Blood Qi ocean, striking straight at the Golden-Scaled Python King.