Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Profound Celestial Qi!

This was the first time Wei Fan unleashed this technique since mastering it; he too was unsure of its true power.

But with his current realm, combined with this supreme martial technique, he could rampage throughout the Dharma Realm—only a Great Saint Powerhouse could make him wary.

Profound Celestial is a symbol of mystical forces, so the fundamental secret of this fist technique lies in the arcane force of "Profound Celestial."

Of course, Profound Celestial Qi emphasizes Fist Intent as well—it’s simply less reliant on it than other fist techniques.

Still, Wei Fan didn’t expect much from "Profound Celestial"—after all, this was only a Saint-level Boxing Skill; it wasn’t like one could really cultivate something monstrous from it. Yet for it to bear the name Profound Celestial meant there was still something special about it.

Azure light surged around Wei Fan’s arm, radiating a mysterious aura; empowered by the Three Emperors Scripture Heart Method and the Heart Method of Profound Celestial Qi, his Dao Power underwent subtle, wondrous changes as it gathered at his fist, becoming even more divine—more profound than the Dao Power he refined from the Three Emperors Scripture.

The most direct manifestation was how his Will Power merged better with his Dao Power, unleashing explosive fist strength—even his arm felt searing hot, as if it were being tempered anew.

Bear in mind, his flesh had already reached the Spirit Concealment Realm—even if Profound Celestial Qi couldn’t truly enhance his body, just to give him such a feeling was an achievement in itself.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, Profound Celestial Qi could probably temper their arms and increase their arm strength.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan’s fist wind was terrifying; the force of his strike shattered the firmament, blasting the Chaos Qi into the open.

Azure light surged, flowing like water, rapidly compressed and drawn into Wei Fan’s fist.

"Bang!"

The sound erupted like two massive mountains colliding; the radiance on Wang Jinli’s body blinked out, his expression of rage vanished, replaced by pain and sheer terror.

All he felt was an endless, boundless power overwhelming him—the azure light enveloping his opponent’s fist was unstoppable, madly surging into his body.

A body rivaling a Middle-Level Saint Soldier instantly cracked with ghastly fissures, blood streaming out in torrents.

"How can Profound Celestial Qi be so vicious?!"

Wang Jinli was horrified; he recognized the fist technique used by his enemy, but it was this recognition that frightened him even more. Profound Celestial Qi was a centuries-old Saint-level Martial Technique, spread across countless factions.

He’d even crossed fists with Saint Realm Powerhouses trained in Profound Celestial Qi, but this fist technique had never shown itself to be so terrifying—the force of Profound Celestial was even subtler than Dao Power cultivated from Martial Emperor Techniques.

This was outright unbelievable.

"Jinli, be careful! That might be Wei Ran!"

There was a shout from afar—two figures streaked over in a flash, horror written on their faces.

Only they knew how terrifying Wang Jinli’s power was in the family—although his cultivation hadn’t reached the peak of Dharma Martial Saint, he was still a late-stage Dharma Realm Powerhouse; his Daoist Level reached 3,200 zhang. Even if not invincible, within the Dharma Realm he was no weakling—hardly someone anyone could just beat.

Yet after a single exchange, he was almost smashed to pulp by a punch—it showed just how monstrous the intruder was.

Search the Five Great Domains, and among all the enemies of the Wang Family, only the newly declared archenemy Wei Ran possessed such terrifying battle power in the Dharma Martial Saint Realm. There was no second person.

"No! That’s definitely Wei Ran—the Dragon-slaying Saber on his back is one of Jingxuan Pavilion’s treasures."

Wang Jin Yi’s face was twisted with killing intent; he was sure that the man who nearly battered Wang Jinli to death with a punch was Wei Ran himself, because the Dragon-slaying Saber was something he’d personally delivered to Jingxuan Pavilion for sale.

He never imagined the clan would just finish strategizing against Wei Ran, and before they could even reach the Yanggu City mines to ambush him, Wei Ran had already made his move—even faster than them.

The family’s prediction had been right: Wei Ran really was out to annihilate the Wang Family, to slaughter them one by one—there was no chance for negotiation or peace.

The corpses littering the ground made it clear—Wei Fan had killed dozens more Wang clan members.

"Quick—draw the family Heavy Artifact, kill him!"

Wang Jinsong roared; the family had already opened the vault and armed them with Heavy Artifacts. The only order was that if they encountered Wei Ran, they were to use Heavy Artifacts to kill him immediately—do not give Wei Ran any chance to unleash Secret Techniques to summon Emperor’s Soldier powers. Otherwise, even Great Saint Powerhouses would be slain by Wei Ran.

"No—that’ll get Wang Jinli killed too."

Wang Jin Yi hesitated, wanting to wait until Wang Jinli escaped Wei Ran’s grasp before striking with the Heavy Artifact. The three of them together might yet snatch Wang Jinli from Wei Ran’s hands.

Everyone knew Emperor’s Soldier powers weren’t so easy to draw upon—it took more than just triggering Secret Techniques; summoning that power required time.

"You’re Wei Ran?"

Wang Jinli’s pupils contracted—he finally understood why he couldn’t take even a single blow. This was the clan’s archenemy, who had even slain Great Saints.

The family had warned him, but before the Heavy Artifact could even be delivered to Yanggu City, Wei Ran had already arrived.

"Retreat!"

Now that he knew it was Wei Ran, Wang Jinli had only one thought: to fall back, get some distance from this monster, and let Wang Jin Yi finish Wei Ran with the Heavy Artifact.

Mustering the last of his Will Power to hold together his crumbling flesh, Wang Jinli unleashed his Body Technique and retreated.

His internal organs had been shattered; if not for forcibly shaping his body with Will Power, he’d have been a pile of meat already.

As he staggered back, bloodshed in his wake—the precious Holy Blood poured out.

"Wang Jin Yi, Wang Jinsong... two more Martial Saints? So many in a Martial Emperor Family."

Wei Fan recognized the newcomers too. Lu Shun’an’s intel included pictures of all of them.

Wang Jin Yi was also in the Dharma Realm, nearly perfecting his Dharma cultivation. Daoist Level between 2,000 and 3,800 zhang, having broken into the Dharma Realm over a millennium ago.

As for Wang Jinsong, he only cultivated Condensing Dao, Daoist Level around 800 zhang.

Wei Fan glanced at both—the system didn’t react to Wang Jinsong, but triggered a prompt for Wang Jin Yi, suggesting killing him would yield power harvesting.

"You’re this close and think you can run?"

Wei Fan unleashed Wind Escape Step, sticking to Wang Jinli like a shadow, hunting him down—his large hand lunged out.

"Boom!"

Wang Jinli’s battered body, barely held together, was smashed again, riddled with fresh cracks—almost wholly destroyed.

"Use the Heavy Artifact—cut him down now!"

Wang Jinli bellowed. He knew this David Ran was holding back; otherwise, with the kind of force that almost killed him in one punch, this palm strike would’ve finished him off.

Wei Ran wasn’t killing him because he had overheard Wang Jinsong and Wang Jin Yi’s talk—he feared the Heavy Artifacts they might have, so he kept Wang Jinli alive to threaten Wang Jin Yi into not using them.

If dying meant to take the clan enemy with him, Wang Jinli thought it was worth it; if his life caused a costly mistake, he’d be a traitor to the family.

"No! I can save you!"

Wang Jin Yi shouted; as an expert nearing perfection at the Dharma Realm, he believed he could rescue Wang Jinli.

Even the heir of a Martial Emperor’s Influence, without Emperor’s Soldier support, he was confident—though perhaps not equal, he could hold out for a dozen exchanges. Besides, Heavy Artifacts only showed their full power in close-range combat.

"The Wang Family’s Heavy Artifacts, huh?"

Lu Shun’an’s intel referenced these as well—all Martial Emperor Clans held such things: terrifying killing weapons, ranked just below Imperial Soldiers and Martial Emperor Techniques in importance.

These Heavy Artifacts were forged from Divine Objects using arrays and Dao Runes; some could annihilate Great Saint Powerhouses instantly, and lesser ones could likewise wipe out Dharma Martial Saints in an instant.

Of course, crafting such weapons came at immense cost. Even for a Great Saint Powerhouse, forging a Heavy Artifact capable of vaporizing a peer would take one or two centuries. For Martial Emperor Clans, this was a prized weapon—never used lightly.

After all, even Great Saints must cultivate; they couldn’t spend their whole lives smithing Heavy Artifacts. So these weapons were rare in the Martial Emperor Clans—activated only at times of dire need.

Wei Fan realized the Wang Family had figured out he was coming for a life-and-death reckoning—otherwise, they wouldn’t use their Heavy Artifacts at all. It didn’t surprise him—Martial Emperor Clans without such killer instinct would’ve been destroyed long ago.

He hadn’t killed Wang Jinli yet—not out of fear of the Heavy Artifacts. With the Ten Thousand Dao Bell protecting him, no so-called Heavy Artifact could so much as scratch him. He simply didn’t want to rely on the Ten Thousand Dao Bell for everything.

"Boom!"

Wei Fan stomped his foot onto Wang Jinli’s chest, crushing Wang Jinli as he entered Wang Jinsong and Wang Jin Yi’s encirclement—looking down on them both.

"Let him go!"

Wang Jin Yi roared; power surged like a tide, chains of order and the force of the Great Path swirled—his face incandescent with rage.

"Ancestral Emperor’s True Body!"

He didn’t hesitate—he threw out his strongest killing move: Ancestral Emperor’s True Body.

The Martial Emperor Dao of the Wang Family old ancestor swept forth—vast and majestic, boundless pressure.

Emperor’s Aura flooded the field; the power of the Great Path, guided by chains of order, poured madly into Wang Jin Yi’s body. His hair flew wildly, his aura skyrocketing.

"Boom!"

Wang Jin Yi was enveloped by a titanic apparition—his body shone with ten thousand zhang of light. His palms struck, the Great Dao quaked—he drove all his force to batter Wei Fan away and rescue Wang Jinli.

"Splurt!"

Wei Fan’s stomp shook, blasting Wang Jinli’s body apart—shattered into pieces, killed on the spot.

[Slain Wang Jinli: gained 500,000 years Ordinary Power, 4,200 years Martial Saint’s Power]

[Ordinary Power: 4.39 million years]

[Martial Saint’s Power: 4,200]

"You think you can rescue someone from me? Not even a Great Saint is qualified!"

This sight nearly made Wang Jin Yi and Wang Jinsong’s eyes bleed with rage; they had risked everything to engage Wei Ran, but this was the outcome. He could have killed from the start, yet waited till the moment hope was within reach—what a fucking beast.

"Let me see the strength of your Ancestral Emperor’s True Body!"

Wei Fan roared skyward, powering up Profound Celestial Qi. Last time he fought Wang Tai, he broke Wang Tai’s Ancestral Emperor’s True Body with his own True Body of the Kunpeng.

This time, having advanced so much, he wanted to test if his Martial Saint Technique could break Wang Jin Yi’s Ancestral Emperor’s True Body.