Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Martial Venerable Powerhouses are indistinguishable from celestial beings and buddhas to ordinary people.

Tang Lian’s face turned ashen. He knew he had messed up the task of persuading Wei Fan.

Wei Fan, who belongs to the Divine Realm Martial Sect, could still be managed by the Grandmaster’s Mansion, but Wei Fan in the Martial Venerable Realm was beyond the Mansion’s control.

He wanted to return, but he realized that Wei Fan had already seen through the Mansion’s scheme. If he insisted on pursuing it, Wei Fan would indeed kill him.

On this day, Su City was once again shaken. Wei Fan, who had disappeared for a while, reappeared, boldly killing Prisoner Dragon Stronghold’s Martial Venerable Martial Dao Hong with his Six-Colored Golden Body, pinning Martial Dao Hong’s corpse to Su City’s city wall.

He confidently proclaimed that anyone who wished to kill him, Wei Fan, could come to Su City.

For a moment, Jianghu in the Great Victory Dynasty was rendered speechless.

It’s said that the entire Divine Sword Sect was engulfed in a heavy atmosphere that day, with Sect Leader Qi Zhicun not speaking a word for hours.

Celestial Eagle Castle, Moonlight Hall, and others were equally silent. In fact, even Prisoner Dragon Stronghold showed no signs of action in the days that followed.

"Princess Consort, Wei Fan has become a Martial Venerable!"

At Prince Sheng’s Mansion, Xiaoyue reported the news to Yue Shengfang immediately.

Yue Shengfang remained silent for long. Initially, even if Prince Sheng’s side couldn’t ally with Wei Fan, they could still gain his favor.

But now, they’ve lost even the chance to gain favor.

Wei Fan has become a Martial Venerable, and Prince Sheng’s side has no leverage to attract him.

"An eighteen-year-old Six-Colored Golden Body Martial Venerable—truly astonishing..."

Yue Shengfang sighed deeply.

In over a thousand-year history of the Great Victory Dynasty, such an extraordinary figure has never appeared.

Even the founding Grand Ancestor who established the Great Victory Dynasty wasn’t so dazzling.

If someone like this doesn’t die, his future achievements will inevitably surpass those of the Grand Ancestor.

"Good! Brother Wei has achieved Martial Venerable status. This matter deserves a thorough revelation!"

"Did they think Brother Wei was the kind of sycophant? When they were asked to help Brother Wei, they ignored him, and now they want to climb higher—it’s too late!"

At the Grandmaster’s Mansion, Tang Xiao couldn’t help but shout when he heard the news.

He had long known about Wei Fan’s matter and even pleaded with his father at the time, but his father scoffed at a mere Divine Realm Martial Sect figure and refused to alter his grand plans for such a minor character.

Even his own assassination attempt was used to gain benefits.

He felt no sense of belonging to the Grandmaster’s Mansion.

After all, he, Tang Xiao, was merely the illegitimate son of the Grandmaster born outside.

Though found, he was never truly valued.

"Young Master, the master asks for you!"

A servant rushed over quickly.

Tang Xiao glanced at him before slowly speaking, "Go tell my father, I am powerless regarding Wei Fan’s situation. I don’t even have the face to see Brother Wei now!"

He instantly knew what his father wanted him to do.

The Grandmaster’s Mansion trying to contact Wei Fan at this point would build no relationship but rather invoke Wei Fan’s disgust.

An eighteen-year-old Martial Venerable!

Being disliked by an eighteen-year-old Six-Colored Golden Body Martial Venerable is terrifying to consider.

"What about Zhang Juzheng and Prime Minister? These two dogs are probably restless by now."

"In the case of ordinary people, the identities of Garrison Commander and Prime Minister would be immunity enough, but Wei Fan doesn’t care about such positions."

Tang Xiao felt utterly delighted.

This was his happiest day since recognizing his ancestral roots.

...

"Lord Zhang, stay calm. You are the Garrison Commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau, charged with the grave responsibility of suppressing demons. Unless Wei Fan seeks death, he wouldn’t dare harm us!"

At the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Prime Minister Fan Chuan Sect sipped his tea: "Moreover, behind us is King Liang. With King Liang, no one will dare touch us. At worst, we just don’t provoke him in the future."

King Liang was his confidence.

Among the princes aspiring for the throne, King Liang was one of the most promising.

And both he and Zhang are staunch supporters of King Liang, who won’t forsake them as long as he hasn’t ascended the throne.

Zhang Juzheng shook his head: "You don’t understand; you don’t understand what an eighteen-year-old Six-Colored Golden Body Martial Venerable signifies. Even if he is currently deterred by King Liang from acting against us, what about when he possesses strength beyond the Great Victory Dynasty?

He might spare us momentarily, but he won’t spare us eternally!"

Fan Chuan Sect, being a civil servant, wouldn’t live long, but Zhang Juzheng, as a Martial Venerable Powerhouse, had a lifespan extending over a millennium.

With someone like Wei Fan, there’s no need for a thousand years; possibly in a few decades he could attain Martial King status. By then, King Liang wouldn’t be anything, even if he became Emperor of the Great Victory Dynasty.

Fan Chuan Sect might be deceased by then, but Zhang Juzheng would still be around, eventually sought out for vengeance by Wei Fan.

Fan Chuan Sect focused his gaze: "Then what do you intend to do?"

Zhang Juzheng revealed a murderous expression: "While I still have the strength to counter him, kill him. This boy is too monstrous; each day he lives makes him harder to kill!"

He was truly terrified!

Upon hearing of Wei Fan’s ascent to Martial Venerable status and slaying of Martial Dao Hong, he almost fled the Great Victory Dynasty forever, hiding.

Fan Chuan Sect shook his head: "Think carefully. A Garrison Commander dealing with a Demon Hunter—if this gets exposed, King Liang won’t be able to shield you!"

Zhang Juzheng nodded: "I’ve considered it thoroughly; I already have a plan. Now it’s just a matter of borrowing one thing from King Liang that requires your assistance."

"No problem!"

Fan Chuan Sect agreed, and together they exited the Prime Minister’s Mansion.

...

"Not a single person came!"

Wei Fan was surprised that after waiting in Su City for three days, nobody dared show up.

It was as if his appearance made all enemies vanish, including those from Prisoner Dragon Stronghold.

"You don’t come to me; I’ll come to you!"

Ascending into the air, Wei Fan reached above the city gate.

The corpse of Martial Dao Hong couldn’t just hang here indefinitely, even a deceased Martial Venerable Golden Body is a supreme medicine for a Demon Venerable.

Without Wei Fan in Su City, Martial Dao Hong’s corpse might bring endless trouble.

Besides Martial Dao Hong’s corpse, his top-tier Divine Soldier was also a treasure, potentially bringing calamity to Su City.

Outside Su City, people from neighboring Commandery Cities had come just for the spectacle.

Upon seeing Wei Fan appear, countless Jianghu people’s gazes fell upon him.

Wei Fan walked in the void, pulled out the pole that pinned Martial Dao Hong’s corpse, kept it, and then chopped off the head, storing the remaining body.

Then he took out a Celestial Human Artifact, hung up Martial Dao Hong’s head.

After completing this, he cupped his fist toward the direction of the Demon Suppression Bureau, turned, and flew away without looking back.

"Wei Fan has left?"

Everyone was shocked to see him departing in what appeared to be the direction of Tongzhou City.

"He has left!"

As Wei Fan departed, Long Jianying and Huo Tianzheng emerged above the Demon Suppression Bureau, watching him leave.

Huo Tianzheng’s voice was somewhat heavy: "Yes, we are too weak, Su City is too weak. If he encounters even a random enemy outside, Su City can’t contend with them, forcing him to leave!"

He understood why Wei Fan left without notice.

Even with his and Long Jianying’s presence, Su City couldn’t become a support for Wei Fan but rather a burden, shackling his actions.

If he wanted to kill a few people or demons, he needed to consider whether Su City would face retaliation.

They knew this, and Wei Fan knew it too, so Wei Fan left.

With this departure, Wei Fan probably won’t return to Su City.

"It’s good that he left. In this absence, the blood will certainly flow like rivers. I can’t kill them, but he might get to vent some fury."

Long Jianying never felt so aggrieved. Arrogant all his life, he feared no one.

Unexpectedly, upon reaching Martial Venerable status, he became someone being bullied constantly.

Huo Tianzheng nodded: "But poor Xueyi, if only I knew this boy was such a monster, I wouldn’t have paired them!"

Others may not know, but he and Long Jianying knew Wei Fan’s friends came seeking Wei Fan recently, yet Long Xueyi never showed up, locking herself away for intense cultivation of Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations.

Long Xueyi understood that to fight alongside Wei Fan again, Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations was her only hope.

Speaking of this, Long Jianying couldn’t help but glare at Huo Tianzheng: "It’s all your fault, old man, for matching them, causing my granddaughter grief..."