Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

"I knew you, Three-Eyed Toad Saint, this beast would break your promise and try to interfere. Do you think I, Gu Mou, am just a decoration?"

Gu Qingshan let out a long roar, shaking the heavens, and punched at the giant hand the Three-Eyed Toad Saint had struck out.

"Boom..."

The clash of two Great Saint-level powerhouses shook the heavens and the earth. The space immediately shattered, the Great Dao roared, the chains of order nearly collapsed, and endless Chaos Qi surged.

At the same time, Wei Fan’s fierce hand chop had already fallen. In the nick of time, He Feihong snapped back from intense pain, retreating with difficulty, avoiding the deadly blow to his head.

"Slash..."

Blood splattered, the liquid rising several meters high. Wei Fan’s ferocious hand chop sliced through He Feihong’s flesh and severed several chest bones, scattering the scorching Holy Blood.

"Ah..."

The crane’s cry pierced the skies, He Feihong screamed in agony. Losing the support of Will Power, his body’s defense had greatly diminished. If he hadn’t reacted promptly, Wei Fan’s Four Symbols Heaven-Sundering Slash would have killed him. Even so, a terrifying wound nearly pierced his chest and abdomen.

"I hate this!"

He still had Demon Emperor’s secret techniques yet to be deployed, methods that could rival Wei Fan. But he realized he had made a foolish mistake, underestimating Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit Cultivation.

He knew Wei Fan had already mastered the Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, but the power of this technique depended not only on its level but also on the Primordial Spirit Realm.

He was of Demon Emperor Bloodline, born with a Primordial Spirit stronger than typical Demon Fiends, plus he had secret techniques specialized in the Primordial Spirit, thinking he could surpass Wei Fan in this aspect.

Unexpectedly, Wei Fan, relying solely on a Saint-level Primordial Spirit Martial Technique, crushed his Demon Emperor’s secret techniques, causing a backlash that severely damaged his Primordial Spirit.

Now his Primordial Spirit was heavily injured, his sky-piercing abilities could not be unleashed.

"Escape!"

He Feihong no longer had thoughts of competing with Wei Fan, his mind focused solely on fleeing. Now, his Sea of Consciousness was muddled, unable to unleash the ordinary power of Will Power, continuing would only mean death here.

Ignoring his injuries, He Feihong surged with Demon Qi, instantaneously transforming into his true form: a snow-white crane with a huge wound on its chest.

"Leave your life!"

Wei Fan cried out, already prepared to prevent He Feihong’s escape. If He Feihong truly escaped, Wei Fan wouldn’t be able to catch up. However, with his Primordial Spirit severely injured, He Feihong’s speed and reaction were not as sharp as before.

As soon as his true form appeared, before he could flap his wings, Wei Fan’s five fingers clawed like lightning at his slender neck, the other hand forming a fist and swept heavily forward.

The fist like the Great Sun, Wei Fan’s body radiated brilliantly, densely packed with Dao Marks, Blood Qi penetrating the Void World.

With a resounding boom, his fist smashed heavily against He Feihong’s head, unable to react, feathers falling along with splattering blood and the sound of bones cracking.

He Feihong’s eyes rolled back, involuntarily mourning as his Primordial Spirit suffered a terrible shock, his aura weakening further.

"Bones are quite tough!"

Wei Fan ignored He Feihong’s sharp claws scratching at his own body, gripping He Feihong’s neck tightly, and raised his hand for another punch.

"Boom, boom..."

After three consecutive punches, He Feihong’s head was left with only half, his brain turned to mush.

A nearly thousand-foot-long Dao appeared, exploded with a boom.

The commotion arose the attention of Gu Qingshan and Three-Eyed Toad Saint from their duel.

"Damn it!"

Three-Eyed Toad Saint roared in anger, shooting gray light from the vertical eye at Wei Fan, instantly making Wei Fan feel something threatening from behind, his Primordial Spirit furiously warning him.

"Slash!"

Gu Qingshan yelled, flashing between Wei Fan and Three-Eyed Toad Saint, shattering the beam of light with a blade.

Seeing this, the Three-Eyed Toad Saint ceased to entangle, transforming into a stream of light disappearing in the depths of the Void World, no longer attempting to kill Wei Fan. Gu Qingshan also didn’t pursue, merely watching the Three-Eyed Toad Saint depart.

[Successfully killed He Feihong, gained 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 2,700 years of Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 5.31 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 2,700 years]

Ordinary Power accumulated to 5.31 million years.

"Let’s go!"

Wei Fan glanced at the panel, returning to the real world with Zhou Shen and Gu Qingshan.

"Saint Wei, well done!"

"That beast was arrogant, thinking Saint Wei couldn’t handle him."

"What of the disciples from Profound Crane Sect, thinking our Human Race’s nineteen-year-old Saint Realm Demon was merely boasting?"

...

Everyone outside cheered, watching Wei Fan return with shock. In normal times, years could pass on the Beiding Continent without an incident of a Demon Saint’s fall, but since Wei Fan became a saint, four or five Demon Saints had already died.

Three figures streaked across the sky, finally landing at the Demon Hunter Hall. Wei Fan originally wanted to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Shen, the old man.

"Don’t rush to leave, I just have something I need to discuss with you!"

Wei Fan had no choice but to follow the two into a side hall and sat down. Soon, someone brought tea.

"How are the Saint Realm powerhouses of the Emperor Dao Sect?" Gu Qingshan took a sip of tea and looked at Wei Fan.

Wei Fan pondered for a moment and said, "Very strong!"

Indeed, very strong. With his power, an ordinary Dharma Martial Saint would have been killed long ago, but He Feihong took a few punches from him without suffering serious injuries. If not for the final clash of Primordial Spirit Martial Techniques severely damaging He Feihong’s Primordial Spirit, it would have taken more effort to kill him.

Moreover, the speed was terrifying. If He Feihong had a mind to escape after his Primordial Spirit was severely damaged, Wei Fan would have had to reveal his Wind and Thunder Wings.

An ordinary Dharma Martial Saint would likely die at He Feihong’s hands, unable to fight nor escape.

Zhou Shen, with an air of leisure, put down the teacup in his hand, "I thought you’d immediately use the Five Emperors Fist to swiftly subdue that Crane Demon."

Wei Fan understood that Zhou Shen wasn’t trying to witness the elegance of the Five Emperors Fist. He shook his head and said, "There’s no need to use the Five Emperors Fist to kill him!"

He Feihong was merely difficult to kill. Wei Fan did not intend to expose the Five Emperors Fist in front of so many people while Xuanyuan Peak’s condition was uncertain, though there were plenty of enemies alive.

If he were branded as a descendant of Xuanyuan Peak, it would be very troublesome.

Gu Qingshan and Zhou Shen exchanged a glance and shook their heads, "It seems you don’t quite understand Emperor Dao Sect. What do you think is the true foundation of the Emperor Dao Sect?"

Wei Fan froze, "Isn’t it the Imperial Soldiers?"

The most fearsome aspect of the Emperor Dao Sect was the Imperial Soldiers. He remembered that day at Huangfu Qingyang Dojo on Treasure Flower Continent, when Huangfu Nalan’s Imperial Soldier emerged, and even the Great Saint cultivation level Demon Saint was like an ant, easily subdued by a single ripple.

Besides the Imperial Soldiers, there are also the Emperor Dao Techniques and the descendants of Emperor-level powerhouses.

The Bone Tribe, despite being an Emperor Dao force, lacked Martial Emperor lineage descendants and Imperial Soldiers, thus they could only compare to ordinary Holy Sects. If they had Imperial Soldiers, even without Martial Emperor bloodline descendants, few forces in the world would dare to provoke them.

Gu Qingshan nodded, "Exactly, it’s the Imperial Soldiers. But you don’t think the Emperor Dao Sect would casually wield Imperial Soldiers for trivial matters, do you?"

Wei Fan shook his head, of course not. Although the power of Imperial Soldiers can destroy heaven and earth, even Martial Kings must pay a price to wield Holy Soldiers. The cost for Martial Saints to activate Imperial Soldiers would be even greater.

The Emperor Dao Sect wouldn’t summon Imperial Soldiers for trivial matters. It’s not because they’re worried about affecting innocents, for he understood martial artists very well; provoke them, and no matter if it affects innocents, they’ll strike first and think later.

Imperial Soldiers are rarely used, mostly because the cost of activation is huge.

Gu Qingshan nodded, "That’s right, but you missed one point.

The reason why Imperial Soldiers are rarely wielded is another significant reason.

You need to know that like martial artists, the Divine Soldiers have their lifespan, even the weapons of Martial Emperor powerhouses cannot be eternal and forever present in this world.

Although Divine Soldiers last longer than martial artists, once their master dies, the divinity and Dao Marks of the Divine Soldiers begin to fade, the ’life’ starts counting down.

Imperial Soldiers can continue existing for tens of thousands of years at the shortest, and the longest can last for two to three hundred thousand years.

The reason for such a large gap is because each activation, when there is no master, is equivalent to overdrafting the ’lifespan’ of the Imperial Soldier, hastening the loss of the divinity.

If used too frequently, often colliding with other Imperial Soldiers, some might turn into a pile of scrap iron after just seventy or eighty thousand years.

Therefore, the Emperor Dao Sect rarely wields Imperial Soldiers, not mainly because of the cost, but because frequent activation would shorten the lifespan of the Imperial Soldiers."

Wei Fan was taken aback. He naturally knew Divine Soldiers couldn’t last forever, it wasn’t beyond his intelligence to think of these things.

He’s always fought alone, without a teacher or sect, why would he consider legacy? Tens of thousands of years is a long time; who thinks about things tens of thousands of years later?

But those families and sects are different; they value heritage more than life. As long as the Imperial Soldiers remain, the legacy can continue to exist.

However, he was still somewhat puzzled by the meaning behind Gu Qingshan’s words.

Gu Qingshan shook his head, "Imperial Soldiers aren’t used at critical moments. What makes the Emperor Dao Sect awe-inspiring, elevated above others—is it merely the Imperial Soldiers used for intimidation?

Of course not!

The Emperor Dao Sect has a Secret Technique, which allows them to summon the power of Imperial Soldiers across distances without wielding them.

This power doesn’t truly awaken the Imperial Soldiers, it doesn’t harm them. Of course, the power isn’t comparable to directly activating the Imperial Soldiers. Yet, during confrontation, it is sufficient to be unrestrained, to subdue ninety-nine percent of enemies, leaving the remaining one percent that have corresponding Secret Techniques.

Of course, the price is considerable. He Feihong probably underestimated you and feared the backlash of summoning the Imperial Soldier power, so he couldn’t use it before being swiftly killed.

But now you’ve demonstrated such power that next time they come to kill you, they may summon the Imperial Soldier power without hesitation.

Remember, when facing disciples of the Emperor Dao Sect, don’t probe—immediately use your strongest attack to annihilate them. Don’t give them time to summon Imperial Soldier power; once summoned, the chances of death are high for you."

So this is the true foundation of the Emperor Dao Sect. They rarely wield the Imperial Soldiers. He indeed didn’t know there was such a Secret Technique, able to summon the power of Imperial Soldiers from afar.

Yet he is fearless. If truly encountered, and if caught off guard, the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell he carries wouldn’t be weaker than Imperial Soldiers.

With the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell protecting him, not just a wisp of summoned Imperial Soldier power, even if genuinely wielding the Imperial Soldiers, he would have nothing to fear.

If there are no outsiders witnessing, he would even like to experience the power of such a Secret Technique.

"Do all members of the Emperor Dao Sect know this Secret Technique?" Wei Fan asked curiously.

Gu Qingshan: "Of course not, only Saint Realm powerhouses can cultivate this Secret Technique. Those below the Saint Realm don’t have the qualifications to master it."