Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Xiaoyue’s eyes widened in shock: "The latest news—Wei Fan appeared and single-handedly killed all the Divine Realm Martial Sect members in Su City who wanted to seize the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill. I’ve already asked Young Master Chengwu to confirm it—there’s no mistake!"

Yue Shengfang shot to her feet, alarmed. "How many Divine Realm Martial Sects were there in Su City?"

For them to use the phrase ’wiped out,’ it can’t just mean a few were killed.

Xiaoyue said, "He killed a total of twenty-five. Five were assassinated, the other twenty ganged up on Wei Fan—and he slaughtered them all in just a few seconds!"

Yue Shengfang’s expression shifted—since the report came from her younger brother, Yue Chengwu, there could be no doubt about it.

To wipe out twenty Divine Realm Martial Sect experts in a matter of seconds—such a feat was possible only for a Martial Venerable.

After a long moment, she sighed deeply: "I truly underestimated him."

Horizontal Cultivation of Innate was rare, but she knew plenty of people could reach that stage—they just weren’t willing to waste their time there.

Because, once you reach the Divine Realm, the advantages of Horizontal Cultivation of Innate aren’t all that significant anymore.

Actually, Wei Fan’s situation was something Yue Chengwu had sought her help with before. But she had been angry that Long Xueyi and Wei Fan refused their invitation, and she didn’t want to offend Zhang Juzheng or the Prime Minister, so in the end she didn’t have Victory King intervene.

She realized now she’d underestimated Wei Fan’s talents. With strength like that, there’s just no way the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill alone could account for it. If that technique could create such a monster, it wouldn’t just be Jianghu sects trying to snatch it—the royal family would want it, too.

Yue Shengfang’s heart was full of regret—she knew she’d missed yet another chance to win over this monstrous talent, Wei Fan.

"Princess Consort, people will still be coveting the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill. We could have Victory King pressure Zhang Juzheng and have him rescind his previous orders," Xiaoyue suggested.

Yue Shengfang shook her head. "It’s meaningless to intervene now. We’d offend the Prime Minister’s faction and only end up earning Wei Fan’s dislike."

If you don’t send help when someone is suffering in the snow, but show up only when he’s powerful—you’ll just annoy him.

With Wei Fan displaying such terrifying combat power, the Celestial Roc Body Cleansing Skill was no longer a fatal crisis for him—he doesn’t need the Demon Suppression Bureau’s protection anymore. Canceling the order now is pointless.

"Any other news?"

Xiaoyue nodded. "Old Master Long Jianying has reappeared—he’s become a Martial Venerable. Su City’s former Deputy Commander and Demon Hunter, Huo Tianzheng, has also broken through to the Martial Venerable Realm."

Yue Shengfang’s face went stiff—her guts twisted with regret.

If she’d had Victory King act earlier, even if Huo Tianzheng and Long Jianying couldn’t be fully brought into her camp, at least they wouldn’t have become enemies. But now? Who knows.

And on top of that, with the monstrous Wei Fan, the move she’d made this time was truly a foolish one.

Now, with two Martial Venerables guarding Su City, she no longer had the capital to win over people like Long Jianying.

"Young Master Chengwu wants us to quickly cut ties with the Prime Minister’s faction. He said it won’t be long before Wei Fan will definitely kill Zhang Juzheng and the Prime Minister."

Yue Shengfang was stunned, then nodded. "Chengwu’s right. At the pace Wei Fan is growing, he’ll soon become a Martial Venerable—and considering how ruthless he is, there’s no way he won’t take revenge.

Go find out which Divine Realm Martial Sects in Su City were killed. If they’re not connected to us, leave it be. If they are, cut ties with them immediately."

...

Wei Fan paid no attention to the uproar caused by the battle at Eagle’s Woe Cliff. By now, the factions behind those Divine Realm Martial Sects must already know what happened.

Let them dread for a while; after I break through to Martial Venerable, I’ll settle accounts with them one by one.

He landed on a mountainside, fully suppressing his presence.

Ever since he’d walked this path, he didn’t know if anyone out there was hunting for his presence. Best to be cautious.

If someone found him while he was attempting to break through Martial Venerable, that’d be trouble.

[Sea of Consciousness (900 zhang)]

...

[Ordinary Power: 63,000 years]

[Spirit Soul Power: 560 years]

He glanced at his stats—he’d reached Divine Realm Perfection, and could now attempt to break through to Martial Venerable.

Sixty-three thousand years of power—that should be enough to cross into the Martial Venerable Realm.

"There’s still over five hundred years of Spirit Soul Power!"

Wei Fan frowned slightly.

As far as he knew, once you reached Martial Venerable, you stopped cultivating the Divine Soul.

In other words, Spirit Soul Power might become worthless in the future.

"After reaching Divine Realm Perfection, can the Divine Soul really no longer improve?"

Well, there’s only one way to find out—just try it.

As he walked through the mountains, his stat panel flashed before his eyes.

[One year of Spirit Soul Power—your Sea of Consciousness doesn’t change.]

[Two years of Spirit Soul Power—your Sea of Consciousness doesn’t change.]

...

Part of his awareness dove into his Sea of Consciousness. Wei Fan saw that, although the Sea and his Divine Soul quivered as he used Spirit Soul Power, nothing really changed.

Above his silver Divine Soul, the Profound Yellow Tripod floated up and down, its spirituality blending ever more deeply with the Divine Soul, becoming increasingly mystical.

As he channeled more Spirit Soul Power, the Sea of Consciousness wasn’t expanding, but the Profound Yellow Tripod seemed to be benefiting—its spirituality growing faster than usual.

"Boom!"

Still, the Sea of Consciousness didn’t expand, but after a tremor, Wei Fan noticed his silver Divine Soul had grown by about thirty percent—it was bigger, more substantial.

"So, the Divine Soul can still improve!"

Wei Fan’s heart filled with delight.

For most people, after finally reaching Divine Realm Perfection, their lifespan is nearly over. No one has the luxury to focus on refining the Divine Soul—they have to break through to Martial Venerable as fast as possible.

But he had more than five hundred years of Spirit Soul Power left. If he didn’t use it now, it’d be worthless after stepping into Martial Venerable.

As for whether the Divine Soul could keep getting stronger—most people probably never even tried, so how could they know?

[Three hundred years of Spirit Soul Power—your Divine Soul condenses further and grows stronger.]

...

As he checked his status, Wei Fan saw that the new notifications were different than before.

His Divine Soul surging like this left him feeling mentally invigorated—his Will Power more formidable by the moment.

"Everybody’s Divine Soul is a bit different. The gap in Divine Realm power isn’t just about Martial Techniques—Divine Soul makes a huge difference, too.

Just because your Sea of Consciousness hits its limit doesn’t mean your Divine Soul can’t keep growing."

The stat panel continued flashing before his eyes.

In his Sea of Consciousness, his Divine Soul was swelling up like a balloon being inflated.

Whereas it used to be about as tall as he was—around six feet now—after burning through all that Spirit Soul Power, his Divine Soul now stood over two meters tall, its silvery glow more intense, almost tangible.

The Profound Yellow Tripod, more than a meter tall, no longer seemed so towering next to his Divine Soul.

[Sea of Consciousness (900 zhang)]

...

[Ordinary Power: 63,000 years]

[Spirit Soul Power: None]

A surge of overwhelming self-confidence filled his heart. Invisible Will Power stirred the air, grinding stones to dust around him.

"Since my Divine Soul can keep growing, no point in rushing the Martial Venerable breakthrough!"

The Martial Venerable Realm focuses on forging a Golden Body. How many colors one’s Golden Body manifests depends not only on one’s Cultivation Technique but body and Divine Soul as well—it’s a true measure of potential.

Techniques are just icing on the cake. They’re not the key element.

Wei Fan gazed off into the distance. If he wasn’t rushing the breakthrough, then he’d hunt down a few Demon Monarchs for power harvesting.

He’d been a Demon Hunter for a couple months now, but had never actually ventured deep into demon territory.

Closing his eyes, he sensed the dozen or so Demon Monarch auras inside him—one in particular was pulsing, though it soon faded. But it was enough for Wei Fan to lock on to a direction.

"Cyan Bull Demon Monarch!"

The aura belonged to none other than the Cyan Bull Demon Monarch.

He didn’t know whether his quarry had suddenly gone into hiding or moved beyond the range of his senses.

Guided by the Cyan Bull Demon Monarch’s trail, Wei Fan began heading into demon territory.

This was what demon hunting was really about—venturing deep into demon-infested lands, hunting and exterminating monsters at their source, not waiting until they invaded Human Race territory to act!

He’d only been a Demon Hunter for a month or two, and hadn’t yet done what a Demon Hunter was really supposed to do.

Suppressing his aura and relying on nothing but pure physical strength, Wei Fan became a gust of wind tearing across the mountains.

After a few hours, he’d traveled over a hundred miles into demon lands. While he hadn’t found a trace of the Cyan Bull Demon Monarch, he did come to a demon gathering ground.

Standing atop a knoll, he saw demon miasma billowing ahead—a whole horde of monsters clustered together.

Some had taken human form, others were still in their primal shapes. Wei Fan even saw many houses peppered throughout the gathering.