Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

"He’s only nineteen years old..."

Zhou Shen’s heart was in total turmoil; compared to Xuanyuan Peak, Wei Fan wasn’t just a little more impressive—he was in a league of his own. To even dare compare Xuanyuan Peak and Wei Fan was pure arrogance; Wei Fan came out of the Land of Dao Collapse, and three months ago, when he first appeared on Beiding Continent, he was just Martial King Second Layer. Now, in barely three months, he’s broken through into the Saint Realm, from Extraordinary to Saint.

If word of this spread, all Five Great Domains would be shaken to the core.

"So you are Tian Chunqiu of Fire Cloud Cave?"

Wei Fan walked step by step down the golden Dao paved with shining light, the scene utterly shocking. This was the Saint Realm, a state beyond the extraordinary, no joke—a bunch of divine abilities had already awakened within him, and he could do things that seemed impossible with just a thought.

In front of him, his power panel started to flash:

[Tian Chunqiu: Pathway Condensing Martial Saint, a Martial Saint of the Human Race, yet does not protect the Human Race]

[Kill him to harvest 300 years of Martial Saint’s Power, 500,000 years of Ordinary Power]

Wei Fan’s eyes glinted fiercely; after breaking into the Saint Realm, the panel had changed.

Previously, only those who’d actually committed evil would yield power if killed, according to the panel instructions. It wasn’t that Tian Chunqiu was innocent, it was that the panel now labeled him for power harvesting specifically because he was a Martial Saint of the Human Race who refused to protect his own people.

Basically, by the panel’s judgement, any Saint Realm powerhouse who won’t protect the Human Race is considered a villain.

"Hm..."

Tian Chunqiu was completely stunned by Wei Fan’s ascension to Saint, his Heart Spirit thrown into chaos; he nodded subconsciously, getting ready to respond to Wei Fan.

"Boom!"

The void shattered as Wei Fan surged forth—a holy radiance flooded everything, illuminating the entire Void World.

The Great Dao resonated, threads of it manifesting around him. Mysterious runes lit up all across his body, connecting him to the Great Dao itself, and he began to draw upon the Power of the Great Path.

"He’s become Saint both in Primordial Spirit and Body!"

Tian Chunqiu screamed—just ascending as a Saint in body was a once-in-a-generation feat, but Wei Fan actually managed to get both at once, and succeeded.

"Stop!"

He cried out anxiously. Originally, he’d come to kill Wei Fan, but now he had no desire to fight at all. Though he’d been Saint for 300 years, he was still only at the first stage—the Condensing Dao Realm. He couldn’t say if he could defeat Wei Fan, and even if he could, there was no way he’d kill him outright.

If you don’t take out a demon like this in one blow, sooner or later, he’ll come for your head. That’s why he just wanted to squash their grievances now and avoid battle.

"I’ve become Saint today, so you’re just right for me to test my blade!"

Fire Cloud Cave had sent assassins after him multiple times—there was no way Wei Fan would simply let things go. Had he not broken through Saint Realm, Tian Chunqiu would never have spared him.

"Roar!"

A White Tiger Illusion flashed into existence, instantly transforming into a massive Sword Aura surging out to strike.

Four Symbols Heaven-Sundering Slash!

This was a Saint-level Martial Technique; he’d once forced it to Minor Achievement by sheer comprehension and power, but was never able to display its real Saint-level might.

Now he’d broken through to Saint Realm—under the propulsion of Dao Power, the might of Four Symbols Heaven-Sundering Slash was totally on another level. Though Tian Chunqiu tried his best to defend, he was still left with a vicious bloody gash.

"Impossible, you just broke through!"

Tian Chunqiu’s face twisted in horror. He’d been Saint for three centuries and was wounded by a single blow from a newly ascended Saint.

This wasn’t hand-to-hand brawling, just pure contest of realm, and yet he was clearly outmatched by Wei Fan—unable to block that strike at all.

The sharpness of that Sword Intent, crushing Heart Spirit—Wei Fan’s Will Power was vast, overbearing, as if he were the true Martial Saint.

"What Martial Arts is this kid cultivating? It feels like Emperor’s Heart Method!"

Zhou Shen also looked stunned. Tian Chunqiu wasn’t some washed-up loser; to become Saint, you had to be a demon who swept through a continent in your youth.

Yet a three-century Saint wounded by a single move from a fresh Saint—besides natural talent, his Major Martial Arts must play a huge role.

Wei Fan’s aura was extremely mysterious. Zhou Shen had lived thousands of years and seen every Divine Skill and Technique under the sky, but for a moment, even he couldn’t tell what Heart Method Wei Fan cultivated.

"Strange, this kid clearly has a powerful Major Martial Arts, but why does he keep exchanging Martial Arts in the Demon Hunter Organization?"

And the aura he was showing wasn’t from any of the Martial Arts Wei Fan had exchanged from Zhou Shen. If he isn’t cultivating them, what a waste—why bother redeeming them?

"You’re just trash!"

Wei Fan snapped, his Battle Intent surging high.

When one becomes Saint, a surge of power brings a wild urge to battle. Tian Chunqiu showing up was the perfect target to vent it.

"Stop, Wei Fan, I don’t want to be your enemy! Everything from before can go from the books!"

Dao Power flowed across Tian Chunqiu’s body as he leapt backwards—even with Wei Fan’s killing intent almost tangible, he still hoped to settle things peacefully.

Aside from being shocked by Wei Fan’s monstrous presence, another pressure came from Zhou Shen lurking with greedy eyes. This demon more brilliant than Xuanyuan Peak was someone the Demon Hunter Organization would definitely bend the rules for.

The most important thing: Fire Cloud Cave was just a Holy Sect. Even if Demon Hunter Organization broke the rules, who’d stand up for Tian Chunqiu? As Martial Saint, he knew rules always exist to shackle the weak.

If someone silenced him here, who would ever know Demon Hunter Organization violated anything?

"Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist!"

The Great Dao boomed and the Chain of Order shuddered. Wei Fan swung his fist through the void from a distance.

Four giant fists materialized around Tian Chunqiu, above, below, front, back—he was boxed in, nowhere to run, no choice but to take it head on.

"Boom boom..."

He stomped out, shattering the fist aura below him, then swung with both hands, smashing the fists above and in front. But the punch coming from the rear—he was too late. He had to take it with his body.

Because of that, Wei Fan flashed into Cyan Nether Travel, his body nearly merging with void, almost disappearing, and in a split second was close to Tian Chunqiu.

"Damn!"

Tian Chunqiu’s expression twisted—A Martial Saint with Primordial Spirit ascended was now being approached by a body-ascended Martial Saint, the worst possible nightmare.

A body-ascended Martial Saint—every punch and kick split heaven and earth, unrivaled killing force. Their bodies were the deadliest weapons, every inch equipped to kill.

"Boom!"

Mysterious runes covered Wei Fan’s body, connected straight to the Great Dao. He swung his fist—space couldn’t handle the weight, instantly caving in, then exploding, surges of Chaos Qi raging outward.

"Boom boom..."

The skies trembled, like the Eternal Divine Mountain itself stirring, the void rippling like an ocean in a storm, the Great Dao roaring with a mighty thunder.

"Clang clang!"

Tian Chunqiu’s own Holy Soldier appeared in his hands; Dao Power infused the weapon, reviving it as he used it to block Wei Fan’s punch to his chest.

"Holy Soldier?"

Wei Fan raised an eyebrow. Back when he was just Martial King, he could take Holy Soldiers head-on; now, after body ascension to Saint, his flesh bore Dao Mark.

His brilliant fist crashed down, the Holy Soldier’s power snapped away in an instant, its Divinity leaking out, the glow fading quickly.

"You...pfft!"

Tian Chunqiu’s eyes bulged, his whole body shivering as though struck by a mountain. The overwhelming force nearly shattered his bones, he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Looking again, the Holy Soldier he’d tempered day and night since Saint ascension was bent from the terrifying punch, Divinity dissipated.

This is the terror of body-ascended Saint—their whole body a weapon deadlier than most Holy Soldiers.

"Trash!"

Wei Fan snatched the Holy Soldier from Tian Chunqiu, and with a mighty twist of both hands, broke it in half straight away.

There’s levels to Holy Soldiers—the ones he’d encountered before were tempered by Saint Realm masters for thousands of years, but Tian Chunqiu’s Holy Soldier, refined for only a few centuries, barely qualified as a Holy Soldier, nowhere near those he’d seen before.

One punch and it was nearly scrap iron, most of its Divinity gone.

The brutality of this scene literally made Tian Chunqiu’s heart pound wildly in fear; as long as this guy doesn’t fall halfway, even Saint Realm might not be his limit.

Even Zhou Shen drew cold breaths on the side—a Holy Soldier smashed into junk, what if a punch like that hit your body?

"Boom!"

Wei Fan threw another punch, splitting the sky itself wide open.

Tian Chunqiu tried to block with his own fist, but it was useless—his power was scattered instantly, his body covered in hundreds of cracks.

"Help me, Elder Zhou!"

He begged Zhou Shen for help—Wei Fan’s killing intent was set; only Zhou Shen, Vice Hall Master of the Demon Hunter Sub-Hall, could save him, but Zhou Shen had no intention of helping.

Despite being a Martial Saint of the Human Race, Tian Chunqiu never protected his people or fought Demon Fiends. Every time Nanhe Continent had a Demon disaster, never once did he come down from the mountain to help. A Martial Saint like that was useless to the Human Race, and could even drag others down at critical times—better to kill and be done with it.

Blood spattered as Wei Fan smashed his fist deep into Zhou Shen’s chest; under the countless-pounds force, every bone in Zhou Shen’s body broke, and he tumbled away like a pile of mud, his breath declining rapidly, the light in his eyes fading out.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a strand of Dao appeared above Tian Chunqiu’s head, which shattered with a blast, shaking the Great Dao unceasingly.

Martial Saint Tian Chunqiu—dead!

Three hundred years of being Saint, all because he tried to stand up for his disciple—now dead at the hands of newly ascended Wei Fan, body and Dao both gone.

"He’s dead!"

Even Zhou Shen froze in shock, awe filling his eyes. He’d never imagined Tian Chunqiu would die in Beiding Continent.

[Slayed Tian Chunqiu, harvested 300 years of Martial Saint’s Power, 500,000 years of Ordinary Power]

[Ordinary Power: 4,470,000 years]

[Martial Saint Power: 300 years]

Glancing at his power panel, Wei Fan lofted a fist through the air, blasting Tian Chunqiu’s corpse apart, bones and ashes scattered, then finally began to reign in his own strength.

"Thank you, Elder Zhou, for standing guard for me!"

Wei Fan clasped his hands in thanks. After becoming Saint, he roughly understood why Zhou Shen was here—when breaking through, the disturbance was like two Saint Realm powerhouses duking it out nearby, no wonder it drew the attention of Zhou Shen himself, who guarded Celestial Star City.

This was a favor of guardianhood—if Zhou Shen hadn’t shown up, if the breakthrough was interrupted by Tian Chunqiu, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable.

"You’re truly insane, to not even get someone to stand guard for something like this!"

Even though Wei Fan had succeeded, Zhou Shen still couldn’t help scolding him.

"Where’s Feng Hua?" He glanced around, not seeing any trace of Feng Hua, so Wei Fan explained that Feng Hua’s ancestor had shown up to take her away.

"Relax, Feng Hua’s safe!"

After chatting for a bit, Zhou Shen headed back to Celestial Star City. Wei Fan returned to the mountain cave.

His seclusion wasn’t over yet; he’d only come out after becoming Saint and sensing someone outside. His Martial Techniques were still at previous levels, needing to be cultivated to Perfection, and the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell had yet to be added.