Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Guiyun Mountain. Everyone’s eyes were on Wei Ran, wanting to know if he’d give the Martial Emperor Family’s Zhou Clan some face, or stick to his usual ruthless style and wipe out the Wang Family.

The Wang Family members also looked toward Wei Ran. They were ready to go down with him if it came to that, but only if Wei Ran insisted on their destruction. If things could be eased, of course they didn’t want to perish together with him.

The Martial Emperor’s Influence gazed down at the shifting world—true overlords of the Five Great Domains, not a force the Martial Emperor Families could provoke. Even the Demon Fiends wouldn’t challenge the Martial Emperor Family unless absolutely necessary.

Forget the Eight Desolations Annihilation Saber of the Wang Family, which was already taken away by the Dragon Battle Martial Emperor; even if that saber were still here, destroying the Wang Family would be a breeze for the Martial Emperor’s Influence.

"Young Friend Wei, everything is negotiable. You’ve already killed eight Wang Family Saint Realm experts—whatever grudge you had should be satisfied. There’s no benefit to exterminating a Martial Emperor Family, it’ll only cost our Human Race strength. If you’re willing to negotiate, I can help you get the compensation you want from the Wang Family, until you’re satisfied."

As Zhou Chaowu spoke, many Wang Family disciples showed unwillingness in their eyes.

It was clearly the Wang Family who had suffered grievous losses—eight Saint Realms dead, over a hundred Martial Kings killed, their strongholds flattened—yet in the end, they still had to compensate Wei Ran. This was stomping the Martial Emperor Family’s pride into the dirt.

Even Wang Chuanxuan and Wang Chuanting, those Great Saints, had darkness flash in their eyes. Zhou Chaowu didn’t seem to be here to support the Wang Family at all. He spoke weakly, starting with pleas for peace, selling out the Wang Family and not caring about face at all.

"You’re not qualified to talk about losing Human Race strength! Everybody knows the Zhou and Wang Clans only suck the blood of our kind, never fighting the Demon Fiends. Get lost! Today I must wipe out the Wang Family—no one can intercede!"

Wei Fan suppressed the urge to kill Zhou Chaowu, not wanting to openly show hostility toward the Zhou Clan.

"You..."

Zhou Chaowu’s face turned ugly. He himself was at least a Great Saint powerhouse from a Martial Emperor Clan. He’d tried reason, but Wei Ran didn’t give any face at all—he was even tearing into the Zhou Clan.

"Young Friend, you ought to know: too much rigidity breaks. The Wang and Zhou families are related by marriage; Clan Leader Wang Chuanxuan is the uncle of the Zhou Clan’s prodigy, Zhou Cheng Ancestor. If you’re beating a dog, watch out for its master. Aren’t you being far too dismissive of the Zhou Clan with this kind of domineering act?"

Zhou Chaowu forced away his smile, anger rising at Wei Fan’s words.

He didn’t notice that, inside the Martial Emperor Array behind him, Wang Chuanxuan’s eyes gleamed murderously. To the Zhou Clan, it turned out the Wang Family was nothing but a dog.

"Heh..."

Wei Fan sneered. "I really don’t care about your Zhou Clan. I’m making my move right now. If you’ve got the guts, stand still and watch me butcher you."

As he spoke, Wei Fan started to move his hands. Secret Techniques exploded in dazzling brilliance from his palms.

Zhou Chaowu looked incredibly grim. He realized he’d been forced into a corner. If he backed off, he’d lose face for the Zhou Clan; if he tried to stop Wei Ran from destroying the Wang Family, he’d be pitting the Zhou Clan against an unknown Martial Emperor power.

That wasn’t his goal at all. The Zhou Clan had sent him just to put on a show: give Zhou Cheng Ancestor some face and maintain the Zhou Clan’s reputation. Who’d have thought Wei Ran had such a fiery temper—not giving the Zhou Clan a shred of face and threatening to kill him, leaving no room for retreat.

"Zhou Chaowu must die!"

Inside the Martial Emperor Array, murderous intent burned in Wang Chuanxuan’s heart. He understood the Zhou Clan didn’t care at all if the Wang Family lived or died. But as long as Zhou Chaowu died here on Guiyun Mountain, the Zhou Clan would be dragged into the mess no matter what—only then could the Wang Family hope for survival.

He began to retreat, secretly grabbing the Array Banner, planning to seize the chance to kill Zhou Chaowu and frame Wei Ran for it.

"Brother Zhou, be careful! Don’t let him summon Emperor’s Soldier power!"

Wang Chuanxuan suddenly shouted, spreading the Big Banner in his hand. The Martial Emperor Array surging with endless divine light swept out to envelop Wei Fan; murderous intent now lay fully bare.

"You..."

When Zhou Chaowu detected something was wrong, it was too late. On the surface, these powers targeted Wei Ran, but in reality, their core was aimed at him, right in the middle. Where outsiders couldn’t see, the Martial Emperor Array conjured endless Sword Aura—all of it slashing toward Zhou Chaowu.

Boundless divine light engulfed him and Wei Ran. No one outside could see what was happening; as long as Zhou Chaowu died, the Wang Family could simply say Wei Fan did it.

In that instant, Zhou Chaowu understood Wang Chuanxuan’s plan—only by killing him here and dragging the Zhou Clan into the conflict could the Wang Family hope for survival.

For a moment, Zhou Chaowu was shocked and furious; he hadn’t imagined Wang Chuanxuan would dare such a ruthless move, trying to drag the Zhou Clan down with him.

"His life belongs to me!"

Wei Fan also noticed Wang Chuanxuan’s intent, but he didn’t care—his status panel had pointed out that killing Zhou Chaowu would harvest power. Everything he’d said before was just setting up a reasonable excuse to slaughter Zhou Chaowu.

He wasn’t afraid of offending the Zhou Clan. Once the Wang Family was destroyed, the identity of Wei Ran would vanish. Not to mention just Zhou Chaowu—even if Zhou Cheng Ancestor were here, he’d kill him too.

A terrifying ripple descended, sweeping heaven and earth, threatening the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies, blasting away the divine light above.

Wei Fan’s hands looked as if gripping a world. He struck the void, and a terrible wave pierced the sky, blasting open a tunnel through space and time.

Right at the center, Zhou Chaowu didn’t even have time to scream; countless blades didn’t reach him before his entire being was wiped from existence—without a trace.

"He really dared kill Zhou Chaowu!"

Wang Chuanxuan felt his scalp go numb. He’d wanted Zhou Chaowu dead, but seeing Wei Ran beat him to it shocked him. It meant that Wei Ran was absolutely lawless, not fearing the Martial Emperor Zhou Clan at all.

In other words, dragging the Zhou Clan into the water probably wouldn’t help—nothing could stop Wei Ran from destroying the Wang Family. Only killing Wei Ran would work.

Not just him—everyone around was stunned by Wei Ran’s methods. No one expected he wasn’t bluffing—he genuinely killed Zhou Chaowu, doing it instantly the moment he made his move.

"It’s started! Emperor’s Secret Technique versus Martial Emperor Array—everyone, fall back!"

The ripples of the Emperor’s Soldier collided with the Martial Emperor Array; in that instant, the sky was shattered, Chaos Qi surged like a tide, and the spectators retreated in horror.

Heaven and earth was like doomsday—order thrown into chaos, the Great Dao boiling over, the Laws upside down.

In such a terrifying environment, some people couldn’t tell forward from back, east from west, north from south. They meant to flee backward but rushed forward instead, drawn toward the heart of the battlefield.

It was a horrifying sight—Emperor’s Soldier wave battling Martial Emperor Array, something the world might not witness even in ten thousand years. No one expected things would get so wild.

Some Martial Kings were shaken straight out of the sky, crashing to earth, life or death uncertain. Luckily, some kind-hearted Saint Realm powerhouses stepped in and moved the Martial Kings to safety.

"Boom-boom-boom..."

The Ten Thousand Dao Bell’s pulse pierced the boundless divine light, blasting the Martial Emperor Array and splitting it open with cracks before finally pausing.

Chains of Order snapped. Even strands of the Great Dao fractured and vanished from existence. Heaven and earth trembled, countless people’s vision went black and Sea of Consciousness nearly collapsed.

They had already retreated hundreds of miles, but even that couldn’t shield them from the clash.

"Pfft..."

Within Guiyun Mountain, countless Wang Family disciples suffered backlash, vomiting blood. Even Wang Chuanxuan and his companions felt heavy in their chest, their faces twisted in pain.

"Impossible!"

The faces of the Wang Family’s Saint Realm experts changed—now they finally understood how Wang Chuanqi and Wang Chuanfeng, even wielding Heavy Artifacts, failed to kill Wei Ran. He summoned Emperor’s Soldier power at lightning speed, calling it forth nearly instantly—he didn’t need time to accumulate at all. It was totally different from the usual summons of Emperor’s Soldier power they’d known.

And the power was terrifying. He actually shook the Martial Emperor Array. Nothing fit the norms. Normally, summoning Emperor’s Soldier power couldn’t possibly be this strong.

[Slayed Zhou Chaowu, harvested 500,000 years of Ordinary Power, 8,200 years of Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 7.34 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 8,200 years]

Over eight thousand years of Martial Saint’s Power—even if Zhou Chaowu had only tried to meddle in his affairs with the Wang Family, elsewhere he’d have killed anyone with that much power harvesting too.

Endless divine light erupted with a terrifying Emperor Dao fluctuation, surging at Wei Fan, transforming into a menacing Celestial Saber to cut him down on the spot.

"Kill!"

A layer of golden radiance shielded him. The terrifying pulse of the Emperor’s Soldier reappeared, shattering all the blades and forcing the divine light back.

Wei Fan let out a long roar, moving lithely and fiercely like a dragon, charging toward Guiyun Mountain.

Meanwhile, his hands moved rapidly again, drawing the power of the Ten Thousand Dao Bell; he even opened his Martial Arts Celestial Eye, searching for weak points in the Martial Emperor Array.

The strength of the Martial Emperor Array far surpassed his expectations. Without using the full Ten Thousand Dao Bell, it was extremely hard to break through the array with just the Bell Attraction-guided power.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t bring out stronger power, but his body couldn’t withstand any more; plus, he had to keep his real identity hidden, so couldn’t go all out.

"Use Heavy Artifacts to smash him! He can’t keep drawing Emperor’s Soldier power nonstop. If he wants to destroy the Wang Family, let’s see who dies first!"

Wang Chuanxuan shouted, fiercely waving the Big Banner, stirring up the vast power of the grand array to envelop Wei Fan.

He no longer aimed to kill—he was focused on using the Martial Emperor Array to drain the enemy’s power, waiting for the moment the foe’s body reached its limit and could no longer draw Emperor’s Soldier power. That would be the moment the Wang Family could strike him down.

"Kill! The Wang Family fights to the death!"

Wang Chuanting and the Saint Realm powerhouses roared. Though their Heavy Artifacts had been lost, they could forge more. In a flash, they hurled the Heavy Artifacts they had prepared long ago.

In an instant, a Jade Bell, a Long Spear, and a jet-black Small Saber exploded with terrifying waves, hurtling past the array toward Wei Fan.