Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

In the small plain, there are plenty of strong warriors. Wei Fan’s gaze swept across all directions, and he could see hundreds of Demon Fiends, all of them peak Demon Fiends with vigorous qi blood, and who knows how many are hidden.

Of course, there are also many Martial Kings of the Human Race, many sitting casually or gathering in groups of three or five to chat, keeping a certain distance from the Demon Fiends.

Wei Fan and his group, who came from the Beiding Continent, consisted of fifteen or sixteen Territory Guardian War Generals. Their appearance drew much attention, especially from those Demon Kings, who looked over with bloodthirsty eyes.

"The dojo has not opened yet. According to the Martial Saint’s speculation, the dojo should emerge in three days. Our Demon Hunter Organization’s Martial Saints and Demon Saints have agreed that during this period, the Martial Kings and Demon Kings of both races will not engage in battle, and grievances are to be settled within the dojo.

So in these few days, try to restrain yourselves and do not engage with the Demon Fiends to avoid disrupting the agreement between the Martial Saints and Demon Saints."

While speaking, Shangguan Fei pointed a finger towards the sky. Wei Fan and the others felt a chill in their hearts, understanding Shangguan Fei’s implication that there are Demon Saints and Martial Saints in the sky.

In the middle ground between the humans and demon forces, there lies a crack several dozen feet long, with faint light emerging from underground. According to Shangguan Fei’s explanation, this is the entrance to Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo, but it is currently inaccessible.

"Why would the dojo be underground?" someone asked in confusion.

"The Medicine Emperor is at least fifty or sixty thousand years old; his dojo might not have been underground before, but with the changes over time, being buried underground is not strange."

A group of people casually found a place to sit down, all having come from the Beiding Continent, and they did not separate, vaguely led by Wei Fan.

Shangguan Fei did not leave either; his task is to escort Wei Fan and the others into the dojo and take them away once it’s over, remaining with them throughout.

"Could Brother Shangguan introduce the prominent figures on the Demon Fiend side to us? Once inside the dojo, we’d know whom to avoid if we encounter unbeatable foes." someone spoke.

The words sounded timid, but no one mocked him.

They are Territory Guardian War Generals from Beiding Continent and know almost nothing about the Demon Fiends of Treasure Flower Continent. It’s crucial for Demon Hunters to protect themselves by knowing their enemies.

Shangguan Fei looked towards the gathering of Demon Fiends and shook his head, saying, "These are ordinary peak Demon Kings; top-tier experts have not yet appeared."

With three more days until the dojo’s emergence, strong figures are holding onto their status and not appearing yet. Shangguan Fei did not introduce these ordinary Demon Fiends, as they are not the type to flee from encounters with Territory Guardian War Generals.

Not only have the strong figures of the Demon Fiends not yet arrived, but the genuine powerhouses from the Human Race also haven’t appeared, nor have those at the Saint Son Level.

Of course, Shangguan Fei also did not introduce Wei Fan and the others to the Territory Guardian War Generals of Treasure Flower Continent. The nature of this mission is somewhat peculiar, focusing on sniping Demon Fiends while exploring and seeking treasures. Once inside the dojo, even friends may turn into enemies, so there’s no need for acquaintanceship; sniping Demon Fiends is the primary goal.

"I am Mu Feng, greetings to all fellow travelers!"

Suddenly, a man in purple attire approached, cupped his hands towards Wei Fan’s group, and said: "I have visited the Beiding Continent before, and I heard your accents seem to be from the Beiding Continent."

Scar cupped his hands: "Indeed, we are from Beiding Continent. What guidance does Brother Mu have for us?"

The others also looked curiously at this person named Mu Feng.

"He is a skilled warrior!" Feng Hua’s mind communication sounded in Wei Fan’s mind.

Although Mu Feng was restraining his aura, for strong warriors like them, mutual proximity instinctively triggers spiritual sense.

Wei Fan nodded lightly, but the interface did not respond to Mu Feng, and he had no interest unless it was a rerun of Xuanyuan Peak’s youth or a progeny of Emperor Dao Sect; even a Saint Son of Holy Sect didn’t catch his attention.

Mu Feng shook his head, "Wouldn’t dare call it guidance; I simply wish to inquire about something with you all. Recently, the Jianghu of Treasure Flower Continent has been abuzz with news that a prodigy named Wei Fan from Beiding Continent can withstand Holy Soldiers barehanded, comparable to the former Xuanyuan Peak seniors. Is this exaggerated, or is it true?"

As these words were spoken, those who originally ignored Wei Fan’s group turned their gaze towards them. If there’s any exciting news in the Jianghu of Treasure Flower Continent recently, apart from the emergence of Huangfu Qingyang’s dojo, it’s the news coming from Beiding Continent.

Barehanded resistance against Holy Soldiers hasn’t surfaced in years. For ordinary Martial Kings, not to mention resisting Holy Soldiers barehanded, even escaping their attacks would be a legendary feat celebrated in Jianghu.

Feng Hua, Golden Roc, and other Territory Guardian War Generals from Beiding Continent all looked at Wei Fan in unison, as there he was.

Seeing Wei Fan silent, the first one to speak, Scar, had to cup his hands and say: "It should be indeed true!"

Mu Feng frowned: "Have you not witnessed it yourselves?"

From Scar’s tone, Mu Feng detected a hint of hesitance, indicating Scar hadn’t seen it with his own eyes.

Everyone shook their heads: "Though we haven’t witnessed it personally, there were dozens of Martial Kings from Beiding Continent present to witness that grand battle, it surely cannot be false!"

Wei Fan no longer paid attention to Mu Feng, beginning to add power to the newly acquired Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist Technique.

[One year of power, you began to comprehend the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist Technique, felt as though assisted by a divine hand, with the essence of various fist techniques naturally emerging, quickly comprehending the technique and starting the cultivation...]

This is his first cultivation after completing the third transformation of the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, instantly feeling a different experience than before, where even Saint-level Martial Techniques are not too difficult to understand, with spiritual flashes rapidly illuminating his mind, swiftly comprehending the cultivation technique.

Of course, comprehension does not mean mastery. This type of Saint-level Martial Technique primarily targets Martial Saints, which can be very challenging for Martial Kings.

Adding another five thousand years of power, Wei Fan finally achieved the minor success of the Eight Desolates and Six Harmonies Demon Suppression Fist, unable to progress further. The next level requires not just high talent but also reaching the Martial Saint Realm to continue cultivation.

Everyone was meditating, with occasional arrivals. As night fell, the light within the fissure grew brighter, yet a profound Qi Blood began to emerge, although there was still no sign of the dojo opening.

Wei Fan was not anxious. In his spare time, he was comprehending two other Saint-level Martial Arts, preparing to break into the Martial Saint Realm. Time passed, and three days later, he was suddenly awakened by a loud noise.

"Boom..."

The heavens and earth echoed with thunderous sounds, though it wasn’t real thunder.

"Which fool is so ostentatious, disturbing so many meditating peers!"

Someone cursed openly. In the distance, the sky churned with Demon Qi, as two Flying Tiger beasts pulled an ancient war chariot across the sky.

"A Demon King pulling a chariot, and it’s the Flying Tiger with its powerful Demon Race bloodline. Who is so grandiose?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise. Those two Flying Tigers weren’t ordinary Demon Kings; they had reached the Peak Demon King of the Ninth Layer. This scene stunned most Human Race Martial Kings and Demon Kings alike.

"It’s the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, Sacred Son of the Cyan Flood Dragon lineage!"

On either side of the war chariot stood big banners. The left banner depicted a roaring Cyan Dragon, while the right banner had the large word "Ao" written on it.

"Welcome, Little Cyan Flood Dragon King!"

The war chariot drove into the demon fiend camp, and a group of Demon Kings hastily rose to greet it.

"The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King, son of the Cyan Flood Dragon King from Treasure Flower Continent, with Holy Blood coursing through his veins. Moreover, he’s no ordinary Sacred Son. Not only is his father a Flood Dragon Saint, but his mother is also a Flood Dragon Saint, with terrifying bloodline strength, having killed a Saint Son from one of the Holy Sects in Treasure Flower Continent.

If encountered in the dojo, run as far as you can."

Shangguan Fei whispered with a grave expression to Wei Fan and the others: "Trouble is brewing. I didn’t expect the Cyan Flood Dragon King to risk him like this. Without three or five Saint Child level individuals, it’s hard to restrain this beast."

This statement made the group of Territory Guardian War Generals from Beiding Continent all show solemn expressions. A bloodline as terrifying as having both parents as Demon Saints was a concern for them, and even the Treasure Flower Continent Martial Kings nearby wore the same grave expressions.

"Hmph..."

Wei Fan heard a disdainful snort and looked over to find it was Mu Feng, who had seemed uninterested in leaving their group from Beiding Continent after previous conversations.

Shangguan Fei mentioned that he was also a Territory Guardian War General from Beiding Continent, so Wei Fan and the others paid him no further mind. Scar, adept at socializing, had even begun calling Mu Feng his brother.

The ancient war chariot stopped in the distance. A hand covered in cyan scale armor reached out from within, lifted the curtain, and out stepped a man with the head of a Flood Dragon.

Everyone initially thought only the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King would be in the war chariot. Once he stepped out, he was still holding the curtain, followed by two dazzling young men stepping out before he let go of the curtain and descended from the chariot.

"Brother Shangguan, who are those young men? The Little Cyan Flood Dragon King seems humble and fawning in front of them."

Golden Roc looked at Shangguan Fei with a serious expression. If the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King had to ingratiate himself with them, their identities must be unimaginable.

Shangguan Fei shook his head in bewilderment and said, "I don’t know either. Perhaps, like you, they are prodigies of the Demon Race from other continents."

Since the Human Race sought help from other continents, it stands to reason that Demon Fiends would do the same. With two unfamiliar Demon Kings appearing whom even the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King had to appease, it clearly spelled trouble.

"They are disciples of the Profound Crane Sect. Judging by their demeanor, they might be of the Crane Race’s direct lineage. Only the direct lineage of the Crane Race’s bloodline would make the Little Cyan Flood Dragon King wary."

Mu Feng suddenly spoke, pointing to the waist of the two young men in white: "Look at the jade token. It’s the insignia of the Profound Crane Sect."

Profound Crane Sect, a Demon Emperor sect among Demon Fiends, with an ancestor who ascended as a Demon Emperor from an old crane.

The Profound Crane Sect that Wei Fan exterminated in the Wilderness was actually established by a Demon Saint from this very sect who ventured into the Wilderness.

Everyone focused their eyes, indeed seeing a jade token with a carved white crane hanging from the waists of the two young men in white.

"Disciples of a Demon Emperor sect have actually appeared!"

All the Human Race Martial Kings present instantly looked grim. Emperor Dao sects are legends to most, and never have they been seen in person. Unexpectedly, they were drawn into the events of Beiding Continent today.

If the Human Race couldn’t field someone of this caliber to counter them, they would be in for major trouble after entering the dojo.

"Everyone, don’t worry. Our Human Race’s strong ones haven’t arrived yet. Even without an Emperor Dao sect disciple, those Sacred Sons from Treasure Flower Continent’s Holy Sects will come too."

Shangguan Fei spoke to reassure Wei Fan and the other Territory Guardian War Generals from Beiding Continent.