Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Wei Fan did not admit to obtaining the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill, not because he was afraid, but because Yin Tianshou and his son were doomed, so admitting it meant nothing.

The main reason was that he understood the character of these people obsessed with unraveling the mysteries of the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill. If you said you comprehended it, they would feel a sense of release.

But if the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill was destroyed without being unraveled, they would feel worse than death.

"As obstinate as a stone!"

Sure enough, Yin Tianshou couldn’t hold it any longer and was furious.

He had been talking so much that his mouth was dry, and it was almost certain that comprehending the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill was a done deal, yet Wei Fan denied it flatly.

He was still planning to persuade Wei Fan and then inquire how Wei Fan had comprehended the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill to resolve the confusion in his heart that had lasted for centuries.

Wei Fan showed a mocking smile: "Old fool, why stop pretending?"

Yin Wu shook his head: "I told you this kid wouldn’t fall for it. Just kill him and extract his Primordial Spirit for a soul search. Father, you wouldn’t listen. Such a demon is no fool; a few words wouldn’t fool him. He wouldn’t have become a Sage at nineteen and comprehended the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill."

"Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Yin Tianshou’s eyes were filled with cold light; naturally, he didn’t need his son to explain. But if something went wrong during the extraction process, the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill would be completely lost.

If he could fool Wei Fan into revealing the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill, he would certainly give it a try.

"Originally, you could have died quickly. Now you can’t blame us for being ruthless. No need for me to explain how painful a soul search is!"

Yin Wu stepped forward, licking his lips: "A nineteen-year-old Saint Realm demon, your talent is unprecedented in history. Even the Martial Emperor in his youth only reached your level.

If I devoured you, even if I didn’t reach your level, I could be comparable to Xuanyuan Peak!"

What they wanted was not only the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill but also Wei Fan’s extraordinary talent. With the mysteries of the Demon Dao’s Spirit Stealing technique, even if he couldn’t reach Wei Fan’s level, his talent would improve greatly, reaching a stature comparable to Xuanyuan Peak.

In fact, many Demon Dao figures in the dark were already preparing to target Wei Fan. With such astonishing talent, which Demon Dao figure wouldn’t be envious?

Yin Tianshou spoke: "Be careful not to destroy his Primordial Spirit as well. Spirit Stealing is important, but without supreme cultivation techniques, achieving the highest is difficult."

He didn’t believe his son couldn’t take Wei Fan. Both were Sages in physical form, but Wei Fan had only broken into the Saint Realm two months before, and his son Yin Wu had been in the Divine Containment stage for three years. The two were simply not on the same level.

He knew his son too well; once engaged in battle, he wouldn’t stop until he tore the enemy apart, bloody and violent, so he had to remind him.

"Don’t worry, father, I know the limits."

Yin Wu nodded, then looked at Wei Fan: "Hand over your physical body and reveal the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill, and I’ll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I’ll slowly drain your blood and devour you alive..."

"Boom!"

A surging flood of Qi blood emanated from him, with overwhelming demonic energy, emitting blood-red flames.

Yin Wu stood like a towering iron pagoda, his wild hair flying, streaks of Dao Marks appeared on his body, making him look as if he was clad in Demon Armor.

He didn’t even know how many people he had killed; the evil Qi on him was almost condensing into substance, those Dao Marks seemed painted with human blood.

This was clearly not orthodox Body Refining Martial Arts. Even if the master cultivated Demon Skills in orthodox Body Refining Martial Arts, at most the aura would be filled with demonic nature, but the Dao Marks wouldn’t emit demonic nature.

"Heavy with craftsmanship!"

It was Wei Fan’s first encounter with someone who achieved Body Ascension, yet he wasn’t eager to act. Even if the opponent cultivated Demon Dao Body Refining Martial Arts, he wanted to observe it closely.

The Dao Marks on Yin Wu’s body were profound with strong demonic nature, but at a glance, the signs of being artificially engraved were obvious, unworthy of being called Dao Patterns, lacking the seamless naturalness and self-enacting nature of his own body.

"Just trash. You rely on killing to cultivate Demon Skills, achieving Body Ascension. You really think you’re a demon?"

If Yin Tianshou and his son had attacked together, he could only summon the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell to deal with them. Battling someone who achieved Body Ascension was inadvisable, but unexpectedly, Yin Wu wanted to fight alone to seize his talent.

It was the perfect chance to test the combat power of a similar powerhouse.

"Courting death!"

Yin Wu roared with anger. Achieving Body Ascension naturally involved Demon Skills, but his innate talent in Body Refining was equally extraordinary. Otherwise, his father Yin Tianshou wouldn’t pin so much hope on him, enduring such great costs and risks to teleport Wei Fan here from the Holy City.

"Let me see how the body tempered by the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill compares with my Demon Forging Indestructible Body."

"Boom!"

He charged forward like a meteor wrapped in black flames, his fist pounding heavily.

The terror of this punch was indescribable. Even the array space set up by Yin Tianshou, the Array Grandmaster, vibrated violently, and the Dao Patterns emitted dazzling light to resist the punch’s force from Yin Wu.

If it were outside, the space would definitely have shattered, and the mountains would have collapsed.

"Stronger than Yuan Tiansheng. In a life-or-death struggle, Yuan Tiansheng would surely be the one to lose."

Before Yin Wu arrived, Wei Fan felt as if countless great mountains were pressing on him, as if the sun were falling from above his head.

"Just what I hoped for!"

Wei Fan let out a long howl, his wild hair flying, like a dragon, his Qi blood shooting skyward, impacting the energy shield of the array space, causing ripples.

Profound and natural Dao Patterns emerged, and in a trance, he seemed like the embodiment of Dao.

"Nourishing Spirit!"

Yin Tianshou’s pupils contracted violently, and his heart surged with shock, not because the cultivation level of Divine Containment was terrifying, but because Wei Fan had broken through the Saint Realm in just over two months, less than three months, and had already reached Divine Containment.

His son Yin Wu had terrifying talent; breaking through the Saint Realm at fifty was impressive, yet it took him three hundred years to complete Condensing Dao and break through to Divine Containment.

To complete in three months what took his son over two hundred years was simply astonishing.

"It must be Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill!"

The next moment, Yin Tianshou became excited. Talent and aptitude were important, but the cultivation technique was also a significant reason.

"Boom boom!"

Wei Fan’s entire body shone brilliantly, a Great Sun appearing on his fist, emitting a scorching heat that could boil the heavens and oceans.

Great Sun Shattering Fist!

Yin Wu’s Demon Forging Indestructible Body’s Demon Flame also burned intensely, emitting a terrifying heat, and in an instant, the two of them seemed to have fallen into a sea of fire.

Though Wei Fan felt the searing heat, his body remained unharmed. In contrast, Yin Wu’s hair became somewhat twisted, large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his expression looked extremely unpleasant.

The terrifying aura enveloping Wei Fan made it clear that he was already a Divine Containment Body Refining Martial Saint, but before Yin Wu could fully react, their fists had already collided violently.

Wei Fan wanted to see the power of the Demon Forging Indestructible Body, so he didn’t defend against this punch and instead chose to exchange blows.

Two Divine Containment-level Ascended Body powerhouses clashing in a physical fight created a terrifying spectacle, as if two worlds were colliding. The array space shook violently, Dao Patterns flickered, and were nearly destroyed.

Wei Fan’s entire body shook, his Qi Blood surging. He retreated three steps on the spot before stabilizing his stance.

At the same time, Yin Wu’s chest burst open, and the demonic flame on his body was extinguished by the terrifying energy, revealing his robust physique.

A large fist imprint appeared on his chest, and his body kept retreating, with crimson blood splattering everywhere.

"Impossible!"

Yin Wu’s aura was chaotic, his face full of disbelief, unable to accept that Wei Fan was already a Divine Containment Martial Saint.

In less than three months, stepping into Divine Containment, speaking of it would hardly be believed. The rule that the higher the cultivation, the harder it is to advance seemed non-existent for Wei Fan.

"Boom!"

The extinguished demonic flame reignited, and the wound on Yin Wu’s chest rapidly recovered.

"That’s all you’ve got; you can’t even break my skin!"

With Qi Blood roaring like a dragon, Wei Fan charged forward like rolling thunder, a hand covered in light slapping toward Yin Wu’s head.

Yin Wu tilted his head back, raising his hand to block, but not only his body’s strength was inferior to Wei Fan’s, even his power was lacking significantly.

The immense power was like crashing waves; Yin Wu felt like an ant trying to shake a tree, completely unable to withstand it. His arm was slapped back into his chest by Wei Fan.

"Crack!"

Yin Wu let out a miserable scream; Wei Fan’s slap directly broke his bones, and his arm twisted like a pretzel, with a large mouthful of blood spewing from his mouth.

Both were basically just broken through to Divine Containment, at the same level. Although Wei Fan couldn’t kill him instantly, Yin Wu had almost no ability to resist under Wei Fan, who practiced the Nine-Nine True Skill.

It’s not that Yin Wu was weak, but that Wei Fan was too strong. After breaking through to Divine Containment, the Dao Patterns on his body further evolved, and his strength increased significantly.

Although both belonged to the Saint Realm, the gap between Condensing Dao and Divine Containment, while not as exaggerated as between Martial King and Martial Saint, was still significant.

Body Ascension at the same level was invincible, but he was the invincible among the invincible.

"Die!"

Wei Fan’s aura was violent, murderous intent boiling, as he struck out once more.

The array space seemed like it would explode, with the Dao Patterns trembling incessantly.

"How dare you!"

Yuan Tiansheng’s furious voice echoed. He hadn’t expected that, amongst the Divine Containment Martial Saints, Wei Fan would be so fierce, severely injuring Yin Wu, who was also Body Ascension, with just two moves.

"Rumble..."

A huge hand grasped from the distance, and the array space rippled like water. The aura of a Great Saint powerhouse filled the sky overwhelmingly.

If Wei Fan continued to attack Yin Wu, he would undoubtedly suffer a blow from a Great Saint powerhouse.

Although he broke through to Divine Containment, having just broken through, he was clearly not yet capable of confronting a Great Saint powerhouse head-on. The gap between Divine Containment and a Great Saint was considerably larger than between Condensing Dao and Divine Containment.

"Father, capture him; I must obtain the ’Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill’."

Yin Wu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, retreating opportunistically, his expression filled with greed.

He and Yin Tianshou thought alike, both believing that Wei Fan’s not even three-month breakthrough to Divine Containment was due to the "Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill."

If he could acquire Wei Fan’s talent and obtain the "Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill," even if he couldn’t become a Martial Emperor, becoming a Martial Emperor would surely not be a problem.

"You old thing, originally I wanted to let you feel the pain of a white-haired man sending off a black-haired one, but since you seek death, I’ll send you off first."

Not even having fought enough, Yin Tianshou came to interrupt, Wei Fan’s eyes were full of cold light, and his body burst out in brilliant golden light.