Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

The flickering panel finally stopped. Wei Fan had just gone on a killing spree, taking down both Martial Kings and Demon Kings. He didn’t even know how many Demon Kings he had killed, so he glanced at the panel.

[Slayed White Elephant King. Gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 900 years of Martial King’s Power]

[Slayed Little Cyan Flood Dragon King. Gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 900 years of Martial King’s Power]

[Slayed He Xing. Gained 100,000 years of Ordinary Power, 900 years of Martial King’s Power]

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[Ordinary Power: 6,020,000 years]

[Martial King’s Power: 79,700 years]

His Ordinary Power had risen from the previous three million to six million. Not only did he now have enough power to attempt breaking through to the Martial Saint Realm, but he also had enough to use the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell another time.

Of course, these weren’t the only ones he’d killed. But not all the Human Race Martial Kings had power harvesting. He checked the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell again and found about forty new marks. That meant he’d killed roughly ten Human Race Martial Kings.

"Once this ordeal is over, I’m going to break through to the Saint Realm."

Wei Fan now had this in mind. If he couldn’t find anything here to help with his breakthrough, he wasn’t planning to keep searching.

"We need to find a way out of here as soon as possible—or you might never leave Treasure Flower Continent!"

Mu Feng walked over. Wei Fan had enjoyed his killing spree, but now he faced serious consequences. You could say he’d poked a hole through the sky above Treasure Flower Continent—virtually angering the entire Saint Realm of both Human and Demon Races. Not even the Demon Hunter Organization might be able to protect Wei Fan now. His only option was to get out of Treasure Flower Continent before the Martial Saints and Demon Saints who’d lost their sons blocked him outside the Dao Field.

"Yeah!"

Wei Fan nodded. By now, there was nobody left around the palace. No one dared to spy here—only Feng Hua and Mu Feng stayed by Wei Fan’s side.

The three of them descended again in front of the palace. Without a word, Mu Feng whipped out a Battle Halberd and charged ahead like a raging storm.

"Boom!"

A curtain of light shot up—even with power rivaling a Saint Child Level expert, he was repelled. A rush of qi and blood surged inside him and his cheeks flushed red.

"This is an array left by a Martial Emperor Powerhouse. Even after tens of thousands of years, no Martial King could ever break it!"

Feng Hua shook her head. After some time, she had recovered from her injuries, and her face was no longer pale.

Wei Fan opened his Martial Arts Celestial Eye. "Hit it with another halberd for me!"

"Alright!"

Mu Feng obeyed, not knowing why Wei Fan wanted him to attack the palace array again. Still, he swung the Great Halberd down.

"Boom!"

This time, he used even more strength than before. His entire body was thrown back, a thread of blood at the corner of his mouth, but Wei Fan caught him one-handed.

Through his eyes, the protective curtain around the palace looked like countless strands of threads. He could see the weaker points, but even those were only relatively weaker—no real difference from other areas.

"Martial Emperor Arrays have almost no flaws—maybe none at all."

Wei Fan felt a chill in his heart. Power surged inside him. He warned Feng Hua and Mu Feng, "Step back!"

The two of them didn’t dare delay, hurrying to get some distance from Wei Fan.

"Boom!"

Like thunder, he charged the palace. The light shield rose in an instant. As his fist crashed down, the entire palace shuddered and the void split open with a massive crack.

"What a freak!"

Mu Feng couldn’t help but change his expression. The force of the rebound was completely neutralized by Wei Fan; he wasn’t knocked back at all.

Ripples moved across the light shield—but it didn’t break.

"Break!"

Wei Fan roared and smashed out another fist. The entire little world trembled. Tiny cracks appeared on the shield.

"Don’t shatter the little world! If it collapses, we’ll all die!" Mu Feng couldn’t help yelling, terrified that Wei Fan would destroy the whole place.

"If we can’t find a way out, we’re dead anyway!"

"Boom!"

Wei Fan unleashed his third punch. The little world shook with a deafening roar. Terrifying fissures stretched several hundred feet. Even a Martial Emperor’s array had reached its limit—the shield exploded open with a boom.

Feng Hua and Mu Feng stood dumbstruck. Wei Fan’s madness was terrifying—even a Martial Emperor’s array was blown open.

Of course, this array had decayed over countless years. If the real Martial Emperor was here, not even a Martial Saint could do anything.

"Phew..."

Wei Fan let out a long breath. Those three punches were all unleashed at his absolute peak. It looked easy, but the power he unleashed was even greater than what he’d used to slaughter those Demon Kings. Not only did he have to attack, but he also had to suppress the backlash. It was as if he’d fought someone of equal strength—the drain on his Heart Spirit was terrifying, and the stress on his body was immense.

"Let’s go, check it out!"

He called back to the others, then reached out to push open the heavy courtyard doors and walked in slowly.

The yard wasn’t big. There were tables, chairs, even some potted plants. But inside, only yellowed earth was left—the plants had died long ago. Only on a tiny patch of land resembling a medicine field did three lustrous spirit herbs remain alive, radiating shocking Spirituality.

Wei Fan just took a deep breath near them, and his body immediately felt invigorated, brimming with vitality.

These were peerless treasures—enough to extend even a Martial Saint Powerhouse’s life. One of the herbs was twenty thousand years old and could increase a Martial Saint Powerhouse’s lifespan by a thousand years.

Of course, apart from extending life, they could also increase cultivation, but since Wei Fan had reached the Martial King peak, eating one would only boost his Life Force. At less than twenty years old, taking such a treasure would just be a waste.

He took out a Jade Box, dug up all three spirit herbs, and stored them away. Not far away, Mu Feng suddenly let out a heart-wrenching shout: "There must have been a Celestial Saint Flower planted here once—but it withered away!"

"Actually, this was probably an Immortal Flower. If this place had appeared a few decades earlier, maybe the Immortal Flower would still be here."

In front of Feng Hua was a clump of blackened remains, but she could still tell it had been an Immortal Flower—a spirit herb that would keep a woman’s appearance eternally young.

"Forget it—even if it had showed up decades earlier, you wouldn’t have been born yet. Either way, it wouldn’t be yours. Let’s just find the exit first."

Wei Fan strolled over. Back in the day, this whole courtyard must have been full of shocking treasures, but aside from the three spirit herbs he dug up, everything else had vanished under the assault of time.

"Every little world has a Boundary Stele—the exit. If I’m right, it should be inside the palace."

Feng Hua reined in her thoughts. Wei Fan was right—if this place had appeared sooner, it still wouldn’t have been hers.

The three of them pushed open the palace doors and went inside. It seemed to be a receiving hall. Most of the items had decayed to dust, but a few Jade Bottles and other ornaments remained. Once priceless treasures, now they were just ordinary objects.

"It’s such a shame that too much time has passed. If any of the Martial Emperor Powerhouse’s collectibles were still here, even one item would be incredibly valuable."

They kept searching and soon found the Alchemy Room. There were some bottles that once contained Elixirs, but everything inside had turned to dust.

"These were all, at minimum, for boosting a Martial Saint’s cultivation!" Mu Feng’s eyes were red with regret.

Elixirs that could boost a Martial Saint’s cultivation couldn’t even be refined by Pill Masters from any of the neighboring continents. If these pills had lasted, they’d be worth a fortune in resources outside.

Even the Nirvana Pill they dreamed about was here—but it too had rotted away.

"If we can’t find elixirs, even some elixir recipes would do."

They soon found a storage area for Secret Manuals and elixir recipes, but everything there had also turned to ash. Nothing was left.

"The Boundary Stele should be here!"

They reached the final floor of the palace. Here, a bronze door barred the way. Mu Feng stepped forward to push it—but it didn’t budge an inch.

"Could there be a treasure in here?"

He couldn’t help getting excited. With his strength, he could flip a mountain, but he couldn’t move this door.

"Let me try!"

Wei Fan motioned Mu Feng aside, stepped up, and put his arms to work.

His muscles swelled, stretching his clothes tight. Finally, the heavy bronze doors made the faintest sound and slowly opened. In the darkness within, a faint flame appeared.

"That’s an oil lamp made from Demon Saint corpse oil!"

Wei Fan recognized the peculiar scent instantly and knew exactly where the fire came from.

The doors opened the rest of the way, revealing a vast, empty grand hall—almost nothing remained. Apart from a few wall lamps, there was only a single Jade Stele in the center and a Great Tripod.

"The Boundary Stele is really here!" Mu Feng was so excited he was about to rush inside—but then stopped in his tracks.

Because the moment he stepped forward, a chilling aura suddenly swept through the hall, making the Heart Spirit tremble—like his Primordial Spirit might shatter at any moment. Even Wei Fan felt his hair stand on end. His Primordial Spirit was screaming in warning.

"That pressure is coming from the tripod!" Wei Fan’s gaze locked onto the Great Tripod next to the Boundary Stele.

The tripod stood three feet high, three legs and two handles, covered in intricate, mysterious markings—ancient and majestic, like a towering mountain in the hall, exuding overwhelming aura.

Feng Hua’s eyes shone with an inexpressible brilliance as she blurted, "Isn’t this the legendary Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod of Medicine Emperor Huangfu Qingyang?!"

The Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod and Huangfu Qingyang’s name were passed down from ancient times. It was said that Huangfu Qingyang attained the Dao through medicine and was peerless in alchemy. Half his fame came from that Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod, though.

His Martial Emperor Soldiers, the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod, was not only an unrivaled Martial Emperor Divine Soldier, but also a supreme alchemy treasure pursued by countless Alchemists worldwide.

"We’re rich... we’re really about to get our hands on an Ancient Imperial Soldier!"

Mu Feng’s eyes lit up. Those Martial Emperor Sects were untouchable giants because the Martial Emperor Divine Soldiers their ancestors left behind intimidated all their enemies—no one dared mess with them.

With a Martial Emperor Divine Soldier in hand, you might not become glorious overnight, but even a Martial Emperor Sect wouldn’t dare provoke you.

No matter how powerful the Holy Gate Martial Saints are, in the face of a Martial Emperor Divine Soldier, they’re all just ants.

After countless years, nearly everything in the little world had decayed, yet the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod remained untouched, exuding terrifying pressure. You could only imagine how formidable it was.

"This is Wei Fan’s. You’d better not get any ideas, or nobody in the world could save you!"

Feng Hua spoke up, warning Mu Feng.

"I wouldn’t dare!" Mu Feng jumped, clearly sensing Feng Hua’s killing intent.

He wouldn’t dare covet it. Competing with Wei Fan, this Killing God, would be suicide. Besides, with their friendship, Wei Fan getting the Martial Emperor Divine Soldier was as good as him getting it too.

"Something’s off. Why did the Martial Emperor Divine Soldier revive by itself?" Feng Hua suddenly frowned.

Logically, even a Martial Emperor Divine Soldier wouldn’t release pressure without someone activating it. When the doors first opened, the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod was clearly dormant; only after the doors opened did it erupt with this terrifying aura.

"Wait here. I’ll go take a look!"

Wei Fan summoned the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell and let it cover his body, then stepped into the grand hall. The dreadful presence was still there, but the Ten Thousand Spirits Bell blocked it—it couldn’t suppress him.

A few steps later, he came to a stop in front of the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod.

"Is someone... there?"

Wei Fan’s eyes widened. There, sitting cross-legged inside the Eight Trigrams Wood Tripod, was a woman of striking, ethereal beauty.