Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

"Is it really that fun to keep hiding your cultivation every day?"

Lingxuzi heard Wei Ying and the others talking, and clearly also thought that Wei Fan had always deliberately hidden his true strength. Moreover, he used a secret technique to trace back to the source in an attempt to uncover Wei Fan’s true origins, only to discover that not only did Wei Fan wear a secret artifact forged with Taiyin Divine Jade, but his aura was constantly shifting, clearly employing a secret technique to mask his real presence.

Up in the heavens, the Saint Realm powerhouses from Lingxu Cave were already behind him, but none of them were in a rush to make a move. Since they hadn’t managed to kill the Sword Hero right away, they weren’t in any hurry.

Plus, if they wanted to break out, there was no way they’d succeed without killing Wei Ran. Both new grudges and old, Wei Ran was the person they most wanted dead.

"Weren’t you hiding too?"

The Sword Hero snapped, because Lingxuzi’s cultivation was totally different from what his intelligence had reported. If he’d known Lingxuzi was a Half-Step Saint King level powerhouse, there’s no way it would be his turn to step forward.

If "Wei Ran" hadn’t stepped in, he would’ve gotten screwed over by this two-faced schemer hiding his power. The dignified Sect Leader of a Martial Emperor’s Influence publicly announcing a fake cultivation level—claiming he’d always failed at breaking through to the Martial Emperor Realm, when he’d actually already walked the path of extremity.

"Because he cultivates Demon Skill!" Wei Fan’s tone was icy.

In the Jianghu, when many hit a dead end in their cultivation, they choose to cultivate Demon Skill, harvesting others’ Life Essence to increase their own strength.

According to the intel from Zhu Jincheng, Lingxuzi’s Daoist Level was only ten thousand feet, and he had failed several times to break through to the Emperor Realm.

The Demon Hunter Organization’s intelligence rarely made mistakes. Even if a Sect Leader from a Martial Emperor’s Influence had wandered the Jianghu in his youth, the only explanation was that after failing to break through, Lingxuzi switched to cultivating Demon Skill and went down the path of extremity.

"Bastard, you deserve to die!"

As soon as these words were said, the look in Wei Ying and the others’ eyes became even colder. If this was what the Sect Leader was like, just imagine what all of Lingxu Cave must be like.

"Impressive, you even figured that out!"

Lingxuzi didn’t bother to hide the fact he cultivated Demon Skill. By this point, it didn’t matter if he’d done it or not—the Demon Hunter Organization was determined to raze Lingxu Cave, so he may as well own it.

"But so what if you know? Today, all of you are going to die here. You think you can flatten Lingxu Cave with just this many people? You’re only coming here to throw your lives away."

His aura erupted, murderous intent in his gaze as he stared straight at Wei Fan. "This is all your fault—I’m killing you first!"

"Kill them all!"

Lingxuzi raised a large hand, but it suddenly froze in midair.

"Crack!"

The void suddenly split open, and a few old men stepped out, their hair white, some leaning on crutches, hair thin, teeth about to fall out.

Lingxuzi’s expression immediately turned ugly, his arm seemingly locked in place.

The younger crowd didn’t recognize these old men, but as a seasoned powerhouse and Sect Leader of Lingxu Cave, Lingxuzi knew exactly who they were.

No exaggeration—these old men were already legendary Saint Realm powerhouses before he’d even stopped nursing as a child.

And their backgrounds were terrifying. Every one of them was from a Martial Emperor Clan.

The Sword Hero let out a cold laugh: "You really think we’d be so arrogant—just a dozen or so Saint Realm and we’d come to wipe out a Martial Emperor Sect?"

Wei Fan glanced over. Among the old men who’d appeared, he only recognized one—it was the old man from Mu Family in Cyan Wood City guarding the Transmission Domain Gate. The rest, he had no idea who they were.

But that didn’t matter. Four or five old men, all peak Great Saint Realm powerhouses—and one of them even felt scarier than that old demon Yuan Jiuling—his aura vast as the sea, unfathomable.

"Reinforcements are here!"

He’d expected as much. Without more backup, even if they flattened Lingxu Cave, plenty of Saint Realm cultivators would still escape.

"If the Demon Hunter Organization can’t suppress the Demon Fiends, you think they can’t handle a mere Lingxu Cave?"

Wei Ying’s face was full of mockery. "Go on, laugh now! What’s wrong, can’t find your sense of humor?"

During the Human-Demon War, it wasn’t that the Human Race lacked the manpower—it was just that the Demon Race hadn’t sent their Martial Emperor powerhouses in, and the Demon Hunter Organization, to avoid escalating the conflict, hadn’t called on experts from the Mu or Xuanyuan Families.

Lingxu Cave couldn’t fight the Demon Fiends, but they sure had a talent for bullying their own people. The Demon Hunter Organization was no different—they might not be able to wipe out all the Demon Fiends, but if they decided to, they could destroy a Martial Emperor Clan if they wanted.

"Enough chatter, aren’t you supposed to wipe out Lingxu Cave with overwhelming force? What are you waiting for? Hurry it up so this old man can get back to sleep after!"

One of the old men, bleary-eyed, stretched lazily as he spoke. While talking, he swept his gaze over to Wei Fan, obviously not caring about Lingxuzi at all.

Wei Fan realized it wasn’t just this old man—the others were also sizing him up, clearly trying to figure out his background.

But with the protection of the Taiyin Divine Jade, unless they used their Heart Spirit power to invade his body, they’d never be able to see through him.

"What’s this kid’s story? Any of you figure it out?"

"He’s got the Taiyin Divine Jade. Can’t see through anything!"

"Dodgy as hell. Probably no good!"

...

Some of them even started openly discussing whether any of them recognized Wei Fan’s background.

This scene left Lingxuzi seething. These old bastards weren’t even taking him seriously, and were still gossiping about Wei Ran’s origins.

"Let us go, or we all go down together!"

His wrist flicked and a diagram of the Eight Trigrams appeared in his hand.

Of course, this wasn’t just any Eight Trigrams Diagram—it was the imperial weapon left behind by their sect’s second ancestor to become Emperor. The one left by their founder had already decayed and turned to dust long ago.

"I know you lot have your own imperial weapons. But if these clash, everything within tens of thousands of miles will be destroyed!"

"Boom!"

He awakened a trace of the imperial weapon’s aura. In a flash, the heavens and earth surged as ten thousand Daos rumbled, and the Eight Trigrams Diagram turned into a terrifying black hole, ravenously devouring Essence Qi from all sides.

"The Eight Trigrams Celestial Sealing Image from Lingxu Cave?" The Sword Hero sneered, making no move.

"Boom!"

Next second, a blindingly luminous giant hand stretched out from the void, pressing down the surging Essence Qi, suppressing the rumbling Great Dao, and in that instant of space-time being frozen, snatched the Eight Trigrams Celestial Sealing Image right off Lingxuzi’s head.

"A Martial Emperor intervened!"

Everyone’s heart shook. Besides a Martial Emperor, not even a Saint King could snatch an awakening imperial weapon like that.

"Give back my imperial weapon!"

Lingxuzi’s eyes went red as he shot skyward, but the giant hand with the imperial weapon vanished in an instant, not a trace left—as if it had never appeared.

He was trembling all over now. With Lingxu Cave’s most important treasure gone, it meant they were all doomed.

Without the deterrence of their imperial weapon, the Demon Hunter Organization would hesitate no longer—they would wipe out Lingxu Cave and leave no one alive.

"Kill! Wipe Lingxu Cave from the earth!"

The Sword Hero shouted thunderously, surging forward like a bolt of lightning, with Wei Ying, An Shanhe, and the others moving in at once too.

With the imperial weapon gone, a full-scale war erupted in an instant.

"Let’s kill!"

Wei Fan also charged ahead at that very moment, murderous aura soaring. During the prior moment he’d already scanned all of Lingxu Cave’s Saint Realm powerhouses, and now knew exactly who could have their power harvested and who couldn’t.

As for Lingxuzi, he had no interest in fighting him yet. He’d harvest a wave of power first, and if Lingxuzi was still alive, he’d take him out personally.

Activating Wind Escape Step, he dashed straight to the front, shrouded in green light, unleashing a punch right off the bat.

"Profound Celestial Qi!"

He targeted two Pathway Condensing Martial Saints first. Both could have their power harvested, and they were standing close together—the perfect targets.

"Boom!"

The fist radiating Profound Celestial Power flashed, piercing the sky, and before the light faded, both Pathway Condensing Martial Saints were incinerated to ash.

[Slain Lingxu Cave Elder. Gained 500,000 years Ordinary Power, 3,000 years Martial Saint’s Power]

[Slain Lingxu Cave Elder. Gained 500,000 years Ordinary Power, 2,400 years Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 9.39 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 24,400 years]

With a single punch, he harvested a million years of Ordinary Power and over five thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power. That’s why he avoided fighting Lingxuzi for now—even if he could kill Lingxuzi, it would take who knows how many moves, and the harvest wouldn’t come close to wiping out these Pathway Condensing and Dharma Saints.

Now, at last, Lingxu Cave’s Saint Realm powerhouses woke up.

"Despicable!"

"You shameless brat! If you’ve got the guts, fight me. You’re a Great Saint, but you bully Pathway Condensing Martial Saints? That’s all you can do?"

"Kill this bastard! He’s the cause of all this!"

The Saint Realm powerhouses of Lingxu Cave were all furious, and of everyone here, they hated "Wei Ran" the most. He’d already killed four Saint Realm elders before, and everything happening now was also because of him. They wished they could tear "Wei Ran" to pieces.

"Rumble..."

In an instant, over twenty attacks rained down on Wei Fan like a torrential storm, shaking the Void World as countless Daos pierced heaven and earth.

Among those attacks, at least seven or eight came from Great Saint Level powerhouses. Even Saint Kings would be wary of such a barrage. But Wei Fan wasn’t alone—Wei Ying and the others surged in right behind him.

"You think we’re just standing here as decoration?"

Everyone unleashed their power, colliding with the Lingxu Cave Elders’ attacks in a cacophony of force.

"Break out! Don’t get bogged down—wait for a chance to kill him later!"

Lingxuzi shouted anxiously. He wanted to kill Wei Fan too, but now wasn’t the time—if they got stuck here, they’d all die.

The Lingxu Cave no longer had an imperial weapon, but the Sword Hero did—plus, who knew if the Martial Emperor who just acted had actually left yet.

"Break out? Did you ask this old man’s permission?"

One of the old men with thinning hair appeared without a sound, slapped out with a palm, and sent Lingxuzi flying. This was the guy with the scariest aura—he was a real Saint King.

"Want to kill me?"

The attacks from Lingxu Cave’s elders had already been mostly scattered by Wei Ying and the others’ power. Wei Fan smashed through what was left and charged right into the group of elders.

At some point, the Dragon-slaying Saber had appeared in his hand, and with the Sword Intent of Yin-Yang Chaos Saber spilling forth, a single dazzling slash turned a Dharma Martial Saint into two halves.

[Slain Lingxu Cave Elder. Gained 500,000 years Ordinary Power, 4,300 years Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 9.89 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 28,700 years]