Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Wei Fan glanced at Mu Feng beside him, encountering the Demon Race’s Saint Son. Not only did he not flee, but he even seemed eager to see a joke at his expense. This guy is also a Saint Child Level figure, strangely enough, Shangguan Fei simply treated him as an ordinary Territory Guardian War General.

In Mu Feng’s teasing gaze, Wei Fan nodded and said, "You can just assist me in sweeping the array."

He raised a hint of battle intent, although he had resisted Holy Soldiers barehanded and had blown up a Martial Saint avatar, yet he had never encountered a Saint Child Level powerhouse at peak status.

Previously, the Saint Son Yuan Jie of the Qilin Ape Race was also a Saint Son, but Yuan Jie was only Demon King Eighth Layer, not at peak status.

"Roar... You dare not to flee, die for me!"

The Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son leaped down from the cliff, Blood Qi soared into the sky.

This Iron-Eating Beast looks very much like the giant panda from Wei Fan’s previous life, but it was not the same creature.

Before, when the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son appeared, in Shangguan Fei’s introduction, the Iron-Eating Beast truly eats iron as food. They not only eat humans; iron is also an indispensable food.

Thus, the physique of this race is extremely formidable, their bloodline is not weaker than strong tribes like the Five-Colored Demon Bull, and their tribe also has a Demon Saint in residence.

Wei Fan up till now did not know how many Demon Fiends he had slain, but this was the first time he encountered a Demon Fiend with this kind of bloodline.

"Boom!"

The body of the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son was just over a meter tall, yet it fell like a small mountain, the terrifying pressure causing the earth to tremble.

In fact, this was already the result of him trying his best to restrain his power, as this place was Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo. Unrestrainedly unleashing power could potentially lead to unexpected consequences.

His entire body erupted with metallic brilliance, his fur stood straight like steel needles, his eyes full of fierce glint.

Mu Feng tapped his toes on the ground, quickly retreating, since Wei Fan did not want him to strike, he backed away.

The Saint Sons of the Demon Race are different from the Saint Sons of the Human Race Sects. The Saint Sons of the Demon Race are geniuses flowing with Holy Blood, their strength without any dilution.

While the Saint Sons of the Human Race Sects might appear to not live up to their name, even though they are Saint Sons, their talent could just be average.

"The Saint Son at peak status indeed is formidable!"

Wei Fan felt the aura of the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son, not much weaker than the Dragon Turtle Demon King, reputed as the top demon king in Beiding Continent, a powerhouse of the same tier.

But even the Dragon Turtle Demon King he easily dispatched, not to mention this Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son, who fell short.

"What?" The Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son’s pupils suddenly contracted, only to see the Human Race Martial King in front almost disappear from view, like a flash of lightning piercing through the void, a speed even he found hard to react to.

Next moment, a palm penetrated his claw, pressing onto the Protective Power outside.

"Boom..."

Suddenly the deafening sound of sonic booms rang in his ears, the face of the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son changed dramatically, terrifying power like tidal waves crashing, the Protective Power instantly twisted and exploded open.

"Is he disguising as Yuan Yi, the Saint Son? How is his power so frightening!"

He just wanted to attack a Human Race Martial King to fill his stomach, and chose a not well-known Martial King. Little did he expect to encounter such a tough opponent.

Looking across Treasure Flower Continent, apart from the Saint Son of Yuan Yi Sect, he really couldn’t imagine any other such transcendent figure.

"Boom!"

With the blasting open of the Protective Power, the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son seemed struck by lightning, the terrifying palm force like cutting through bamboo pierced through his flesh, comparable to top divine soldiers, in an instant.

Blood spattered, a bloody rain scattered, the terrifying force on the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son’s back blasted out a huge cavern.

"You..."

The Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son’s eyes showed fear, even Yuan Yi, the Saint Son was not this terrifying, could not possibly kill him in one move, he instantly realized this should be an Overseas Dragon from another continent, far from a normal Territory Guardian War General.

"I..."

Mu Feng was shocked to the point of being speechless, almost swore out loud.

He knew this Territory Guardian War General "Brother Minghuo" from Beiding Continent was strong, all the demon kings he slew along the way were killed with one strike, even if not a Saint Child Level powerhouse still not much weaker, but who would’ve thought it’d be so terrifying, killing the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son in one strike, barehandedly piercing the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son flesh comparable to top divine soldiers.

Even at his full power, he barely had the confidence to protect himself, not possible to kill the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son.

"Something big is going to happen!"

Mu Feng felt a sense of horror within, an expert of the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son’s level; even Yuan Yi, the Saint Son, or a disciple from Xining Martial Emperor Wang Family, couldn’t kill him in a few moves, so even with this happening at Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo, no one believed a Saint Child Level figure would fall.

Now that such a terrifying Killing God appeared, not treasure-seeking but dedicated to slaughtering demon kings, he’s likely to massacre all the Saint Sons of the Demon Race entering the dojo.

Wei Fan collected the corpse of the Iron-Eating Beast Saint Son and continued looking for demon kings.

He actually wasn’t not treasure-seeking, just completely relying on luck here, those Demon Fiends responsible for treasure hunting, he’s just focused on killing them, whatever treasures there are in the end will be his.

Mu Feng swallowed his saliva, and he began to react: "Brother Nether Fire, you wouldn’t happen to be Wei Fan of the Beiding Continent, would you?"

As far as he knew, all the Saint Child level figures from the Beiding Continent had gone to the Wilderness. Those with backgrounds had also gone to the Wilderness. Nether Fire couldn’t be a Saint Child from any sect of the Beiding Continent.

Besides, someone who could kill a Demon Race Saint Child in one move would be none other than the recently sensational Wei Fan in the Jianghu, a peerless figure capable of resisting a Holy Soldier with bare hands, possessing such terrifying strength.

Wei Fan nodded ambiguously, and Mu Feng forced a smile uglier than crying. It was indeed Wei Fan.

He only felt a chill on his back. Previously, he had doubted in front of the Beiding Continent’s Territory Guardian War General whether Wei Fan’s deeds were exaggerated, never expected the subject himself was right there.

Wei Fan didn’t care about Mu Feng’s previous doubts and said, "Do you know how to leave here?"

He was not familiar with the Little World, so whatever the main purpose was, figuring out how to exit was a priority.

Mu Feng nodded: "Such Little Worlds usually have exits located at the center. We should be on the periphery now. I see you’re not interested in treasure hunting, so why not go straight to the Medicine Emperor’s dojo? If there are good things, they should be there."

Wei Fan’s eyes lit up. Having a fixed exit was good. Once the exit was blocked, he could slay any Demon Fiend that comes, and all the good things would be his. Searching everywhere now would be troublesome.

Mu Feng drew in a sharp breath; this guy was too wild. Not treasure hunting didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in treasures; he planned to kill all the Demon Fiends so that all good things would be his.

"If all the Demon Race Saint Children die here, it would be strange if the Demon Saints didn’t go mad."

Mu Feng sensed something was amiss but also felt a trace of eagerness. As a Demon Hunter, he naturally wouldn’t consider the consequences of killing all the Saint Children; those were matters for the Martial Saints to worry about.

The two leaped to the top of a mountain, intending to determine the central location and direction.

They dared not fly because this Little World created by the Martial Emperor wasn’t the real world. There could very likely be restrictions at high altitudes, and flying might attract power attacks.

It was decayed here, and even Martial Saint powerhouses dared not enter, worried about the world collapsing and dying here. When Wei Fan struck, he also restrained his power, so as not to damage the space.

Fixing the direction, they continued walking until suddenly Mu Feng beside him rushed out like crazy, reaching under a rock, where a Blood Ginseng grew, though its leaves had withered and turned yellow.

He dug with both hands and quickly unearthed a Blood Ginseng as thick as an arm, but it had turned black, exuding a putrid smell.

"Damn it, this was a thousand-year-old Blood Ginseng that could extend a Martial Saint powerhouse’s life by several hundred years, but it’s decayed!"

Mu Feng pounded his chest and stomped his feet, his eyes turning red.

Such an item would be snatched even by Martial Saint powerhouses, yet it was ruined.

"Let’s move on. It’s not the first time we’ve encountered something like this!"

Wei Fan didn’t show much emotion, for indeed, it wasn’t the first time they had found such ruined treasures. This Blood Ginseng was just the most precious they had encountered.

Having been buried underground for who knows how many millennia, many good things had spoiled, and even Martial Saints, with their heaven-penetrating abilities, couldn’t achieve eternal life, let alone such spirit medicines.

Wei Fan had seen this Blood Ginseng early on, only he knew it was already ruined.

The two continued on, occasionally encountering a Human Race Martial King, each walking separately. When encountering a Demon King, Wei Fan would simply strike and kill it.

Half an hour later, a palace at the foot of the mountain came into Wei Fan’s view. As expected, this was the core of the entire Little World, once the residence of Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang.

The palace was magnificent, as if newly built, without any signs of aging after tens of thousands of years. Some places were etched with huge runes, emitting a mysterious aura.

Many people were already here, both Human Race and Demon Fiends, attempting to enter the palace but were firmly blocked outside, unable to even get past the courtyard wall.

Someone flew up but was bounced back by a luminous force.

"You two quickly come over; everyone works together to break in here. Once those Saint Child level figures arrive, we won’t even get soup."

Seeing Wei Fan and Mu Feng appear, someone paused their attack to wave at them, as none of the Saint Child level powerhouses had shown up yet, and it was the chance for ordinary Martial Kings like them.

When those Saint Child level figures arrived, any good things would belong to others.

"Are you seriously working with Demon Fiends to break in here?" Mu Feng’s expression turned cold.

There were over twenty beings here, both Martial Kings and Demon Kings, yet no conflict occurred, a peaceful scene.

Bear in mind, this venture into Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo to explore treasures was actually a confrontation between the Human and Demon Races. Otherwise, the Treasure Flower Continent’s Demon Hunter Organization wouldn’t have sought aid from neighboring continents, dispatching a batch of Territory Guardian War Generals.

"Arrogance, go ahead and do it yourself; don’t drag us into it!" The Martial King who greeted them snorted coldly.

Mu Feng’s expression turned cold, about to speak, when he saw Wei Fan beside him transform into a cyan light and dash out.

"Almost forgot about this Killing God!"

As the thought arose, a Demon King exploded without warning in the next moment within their sight.

"What?"

In front of the palace, countless people’s eyelids twitched violently. Anyone daring to enter Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo was at least a King Level Ninth Layer, mostly Peak King Level. To blow apart a Peak Demon King in a single strike, it would have to be at least a Saint Child level powerhouse.