Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

"Even now, some people still think that I, Wei Fan, am all show and no substance!"

"Boom!"

The Jiaolong Sunset Bow appeared in his hand at some unknown moment. Without wasting words, Wei Fan directly drew the bow into a full moon, emitting divine light that filled the sky with a fierce aura.

"Wei Fan, how dare you!"

The disciple of the Celestial Profound Sect, who was being targeted, changed his expression drastically. He knew the power of Wei Fan’s divine bow, infamous for killing countless peak Demon Kings in Beiding Continent. Just three days ago, two Ninth-Grade Martial Kings from the Vermilion Bird Tower were shot dead by this bow without time to react.

"What wouldn’t I dare? Even if a Martial Saint were here, I would dare to shoot him down."

Wei Fan released his fingers, and the arrow formed of energy transformed into a thick white light, piercing the sky as it hurtled forward.

The Celestial Profound Sect disciple didn’t even have time to dodge before the white light struck him, engulfing his body.

Without even the chance to scream, the Celestial Profound Sect disciple was shot and exploded in mid-air, his shattered bones scattering around with a popping sound.

All around was dead silence. No one expected Wei Fan to skip the pleasantries and moral high ground, directly bending the bow to kill that disciple.

This was setting a course for a deadly feud with the Celestial Profound Sect. After all, as an invincible expert below Martial Saint, just a little intimidation might have driven these sect disciples away, but he didn’t bother with that.

[Killed a Celestial Profound Sect disciple, gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power]

[Ordinary Power: 190,000 years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: None]

These Celestial Profound Sect disciples were judged by the panel as extremely malicious for exterminating all experts of a sect to seize their mountain gate, gaining 100,000 years’ worth of Ordinary Power upon their death.

"Well done. Without killing some people, these outsiders think the Desert Human Race is an easy target."

Amidst the silence, a shout rang out, followed by some figures rising into the sky.

Wei Fan looked over. It was Elder Gongyang, yet he no longer appeared so elderly, having turned into a middle-aged man. His robes billowed, and an intimidating aura emanated from him, forcing many onlookers to retreat continuously.

"What a strong aura, who is this person? Could he be a Saint Son from a sect? But how could a Saint Son be this old?" An external Martial King looked in shock at the imposing Elder Gongyang.

"This is Elder Gongyang. Before Dao Collapse ended, he was the Hall Master of our Desert Demon Hunter Organization. He withstood the pressure of Dao Collapse to become a Martial King, one of the top powerhouses in the Wilderness, protecting the Human Race for over a thousand years. If he were born outside, Lord Gongyang would undoubtedly be a Saint Realm Powerhouse by now."

A Desert Martial Artist looked at Elder Gongyang with reverence: "The Gongyang Hall Master has come out of seclusion. I knew that with Wei Fan’s appearance, he’d not sit still and would stand up for us Desert Martial Artists."

"You outsiders are arrogant because you’re lucky to be born outside. We have countless prodigies in the Wilderness, if not for being trapped by Dao Collapse, who dares to act rashly here?"

...

The Desert Martial Artists got excited, and some couldn’t help but roar to release their pent-up emotions.

"Cultivating into a Martial King under the suppression of Dao Collapse, no wonder the aura is so terrifying."

The external powerhouses revealed a look of sudden realization. They had all experienced the suppression of Dao Collapse and understood how challenging it was to become a Martial King under such circumstances, making them exceptional talents that appear once in centuries.

Such individuals placed in the cultivation environment of the Five Great Domains would definitely surpass most Saint Sons from the Holy Sect, with a high chance of Becoming a Saint.

"Killing just a few is not enough. All those who disregard the rules will be killed in the future. Even dragons entering our Wilderness must bow down."

Another figure soared into the air, exuding an overbearing, unparalleled aura, causing the mountains to shake and the skies to change color. Even a Ninth-Grade Martial King felt as if a massive stone weighed on their chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Such arrogance, who is this person, why is he as outrageous as Wei Fan!"

The external experts were taken aback. This new person’s aura was even more terrifying than Elder Gongyang’s before, possessing an invincible air. Just their aura caused the void to ripple with terrifying folds, as if it might shatter.

This person surely has combat power at the Broken Void Level.

A Desert Martial Artist shouted, "Roar... it’s Wei Zhenwu, King Wei Wu. He’s here too."

"Wei Zhenwu, the first Martial King of the Desert Human Race before Dao Collapse ended. He cultivated to the highest level allowed by the heavens and earth under immense pressure. Before Wei Fan appeared, he was considered the most brilliant genius of our Desert Human Race in two thousand years."

Upon hearing such an introduction, the external Martial Kings’ expressions changed. To cultivate to the strongest within the confines allowed by the heavens and earth speaks volumes about his astonishing talent, and he would certainly have Become a Saint if born outside.

Besides Wei Fan, the Wilderness holds such figures.

"To deal with these wretches, there’s no need for you to act; we are enough to sweep them up."

Several more figures ascended into the sky, exerting an overwhelming pressure, also releasing a Saint Child Level aura, collapsing the void around them.

"Hahaha... It’s Martial King Gao Wanfu, Red Sun King, and Martial King Wei Boya. It’s said that even before Dao Collapse ended, they had begun hunting external Demon Kings, killing quite a few."

"Great! Before Dao Collapse, our Desert Human Race’s Martial Kings are all here. We can continue to follow these kings into battle in the future."

"The Demon Fiends have been vanquished by our Desert Martial Artists, why would we fear you outsiders!"

"Kill! Follow the Martial Kings, and let’s carve out another era of peace for our desert!"

"King Wei Wu, just give the order, and we are willing to fight alongside you for another lifetime."

"Even those at the Saint Realm cannot bully the people of our desert."

...

All the Desert Martial Artists, seeing Gao Wanfu, Red Sun King, and others appearing, felt their blood boiling, as if they were back in the passionate times of sweeping away the Desert Demon Fiends, their battle intent soaring.

"These guys are hyped up like they’ve been injected with chicken blood, even the Holy Sect can’t suppress them. The charisma of Wei Fan is terrifying."

All the outsider Martial Kings couldn’t help but be moved. Previously, no one dared to intervene when the outside sects were seizing the Dao fields in the desert, but as soon as Wei Fan returned, Wei Zhenwu and others appeared, and all the Desert Martial Artists were clamoring to join Wei Fan in taking on the Holy Sect.

"What do you think, Wei Fan is practically a god in the desert. Many households have altars honoring him directly, and all the major dynasties have built temples for him.

He brought the Desert Human Race eternal peace, led them in sweeping away the world’s Demon Fiends. You wouldn’t think that Wei Fan is just a Jianghu expert in the desert, would you? If he wished, he could absolutely rally everyone and unify the desert, becoming a figure akin to a Human Emperor."

This declaration of Wei Fan’s status among the Desert Human Race left some Martial Kings who arrived after the Dao Collapse stunned.

A Human Emperor, there have been only a few throughout ancient times in the Five Great Domains qualified to be called such, one doesn’t qualify just by conquering an imperial dynasty and sitting on the throne.

"Didn’t expect the seniors to come as well, today let’s continue to fight side by side and carve out another era of peace for the desert."

Wei Fan let out a long howl, his battle blood igniting alongside him.

Turning around, he looked at the disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect: "Come out and face your death!"

He didn’t strike immediately; the place where the Five Tigers Sect is located is definitely one of the cultivation holy lands in the desert. If he shot an arrow, he might destroy the place.

"Damn you, Wei Fan, you brute, how dare you kill directly!"

From the mountain gate imbued with spirituality came a sorrowful cry, the dozen Martial Kings from the Celestial Profound Sect looked at Wei Fan with eyes widened in anger.

They were disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect, the foremost Holy Sect in the Beiding Continent, not a weakling sect barely qualified to be called a Holy Sect like the Zilan Sect.

The Celestial Profound Sect had dominated the Beiding Continent for nearly ten thousand years, with more than ten Saint Realm Powerhouses emerging from within, even the Demon Fiends wouldn’t easily kill a disciple of theirs. But today, Wei Fan hadn’t hesitated to kill one of them.

"I’ve warned you, but you thought I was joking with you. You weren’t here when our Desert Human Race resisted the Demon Fiends, and now that peace is finally attained, you want to spark conflict here, using strength to bully and seize Dao fields, thinking the people of our desert are easy pickings."

The sects not eradicated after vanquishing the Demon Fiends all made great contributions during the Human Race’s fight against the Demon Fiends; you could say they all battled alongside Wei Fan.

"I don’t want to destroy this splendid place. If you don’t come out, let this place be your grave instead. Even if it’s lost, we won’t let wolves like you have it."

Amidst the people’s excitement, in Wei Fan’s Sea of Consciousness, the Divine Ring behind his head shone even more brightly. At this moment, he no longer heard the praises of ten thousand people, only the roars of anger.

The sky filled with essence qi surged over, and the Jiaolong Sunset Bow emitted a brilliant light, condensing into a massive energy arrow.

The pressure akin to a mountain swept past, and all the disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect across from him broke out in a cold sweat, knowing that Wei Fan absolutely had the courage to kill them all.

"Stop, we’ve already notified Elder Xuanqing, if you dare act against us, Elder Xuanqing will not spare you!" someone shouted sternly.

Elder Xuanqing is one of the Celestial Profound Sect’s Martial Saints of this era, who had traversed into the desert before the Dao Collapse concluded, just not here.

"Boom!"

The only response to them was the arrow beam shot by Wei Fan, a thick beam of white light streaking across the sky, landing into the mountain gate of the Five Tigers Sect.

The dozen disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect turned pale with fright, fleeing desperately in all directions. The anticipated scene of the Five Tigers Sect being blown apart did not occur; after the arrow beam fell, it only created a pit over ten meters in the ground.

Ultimately, Wei Fan couldn’t bear to destroy such a magnificent place; he only scared the disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect out of it.

At this moment, the disciples of the Celestial Profound Sect realized that Wei Fan was reluctant to destroy such a place, only scaring them, but it was already too late.

"Kill!"

"Destroy them, what is the Holy Sect, dare to cause trouble in the desert, and you’ll die!"

"Roar... I’ve had enough of you for a long time!"

"Don’t let a single one escape!"

Elder Gongyang, Wei Zhenwu, and Red Sun King had already roared, charging out. A group of old men united together, their powerful aura shattering the void.

They were originally the strongest prodigies of the desert for many years, otherwise they wouldn’t have been able to withstand the pressure of heaven and earth to become Martial Kings. Now recruited into the Demon Hunter Organization, all gained Saint Realm Techniques, none weaker than the Holy Sect’s Saint Sons.

As they moved, it was like beasts unleashed from the cage, their unmatched overbearing aura covering the sky and earth. Having stood at the pinnacle of the Desert Martial Dao for years, they had long cultivated a kingly aura, incomparable to ordinary Martial Kings, their momentum such that the dozen Celestial Profound Sect disciples were almost scared out of the sky.