Cultivation Starts from Farming

With the strength of his Divine Sense far surpassing that of his peers, he barely managed to capture the fleeting glimpse of two almost imperceptible flickers.

If the target of these two needles were him... he admitted he absolutely couldn’t easily withstand them, and his Divine Sense would surely suffer a severe blow!

"Now it is!"

In the moment when everyone was shocked and lost, Xu Ping moved.

He flashed out from his hiding place like a ghost, flicking his fingers continuously.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang——"

Seventy-three dazzling sword lights shot up to the sky, instantly forming a Sword Domain that enveloped the heavens and earth.

The sword light flowed, evolving into the birth and death of chaos, and endless sharp Sword Qi poured down like a torrential rain toward the demonic ape, which was clutching its head and howling, with its Demonic Qi dissipating.

"Slash!"

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

Countless dense and fierce Sword Qi instantly extinguished the remaining Demonic Qi around the demonic ape, and then sliced open numerous deep cuts on its incredibly tough demonic body.

Pitch-black demonic blood spurted out like a waterfall, falling to the ground, corroding it with sizzling white smoke.

"Xu Ping!?"

Fellow Daoist Sikong exclaimed in disbelief upon seeing the newcomer, his face full of incredulity.

He had surely heard of Xu Ping’s great name, but wasn’t it only decades ago that he fought with the Old Demon of the Hehuan Sect?

How could his strength have increased to such a degree?!

The power of this Sword Array was already comparable to the full-strength strike of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, and even... there was more to it.

Nevertheless, the stronger Xu Ping’s strength, the better it was in this moment in time.

"Fellow Daoists, give it your all, slay this beast!"

Fellow Daoist Sikong shouted sharply, the Pure Yang Spirit Sword in his hand bursting with unprecedented bright radiance, as a sword wave as thick as a pillar fiercely slashed toward one of the demonic ape’s heads.

Zhang Shuo was also invigorated, frantically urging the Three-Colored Gourd, with three-colored flames transforming into a roaring fire dragon toward the demonic ape!

The other surviving cultivators also suppressed their injuries, summoned their strongest Magical Treasures and Divine Techniques, and fiercely attacked the downed dog.

On one side was the Late-Stage Nascent Soul demonic ape, whose Divine Sense had been severely damaged and strength greatly diminished.

On the other side was Xu Ping, whose strength was intact and cards were out, along with Fellow Daoist Sikong’s elite team, who had taken a breather and were united against a common foe.

The battle situation reversed in an instant.

For the first time, a vivid terror appeared in the six scarlet demonic eyes on the three heads of the demonic ape.

It realized that if the fight continued like this, it would likely fall here today.

"Roar!"

It let out an unwilling roar, wildly flailing its six arms, forcing back some of the attacks, and barely restraining and reforming its massive body enveloped in demonic flames, intending to tear open space to escape.

"Think you can leave? Too late!" Xu Ping’s eyes were icy as he shifted his Sword Technique.

The light in the Sword Domain shone brightly, with countless sword lights intertwining into a giant sword net.

Instantly sealing all potential escape routes for the demonic ape, it was trapped tightly within the Sword Domain.

At the same time, Xu Ping clamped his fingers into a sword gesture once again, with gray-white light flowing at his fingertips.

A subtle yet lethal gray-white divine light shot out soundlessly and invisibly, precisely striking the demonic ape.

"Pssst...."

The demonic ape let out an even more miserable wail, clearly feeling its source Demonic Qi and life force being crazily obliterated by that eerie gray light.

This kind of damage was far more terrifying than physical wounds.

This demon, unlike the ancient demon head of the Old Demon of the Hehuan Sect, lacked resistance to the Silent Extinction Divine Light.

The life essence Xu Ping spent this time was but a few years, yet the weakening caused was extremely significant.

Enduring successive strikes from the Soul-Breaking Needle, the Sword Array, and the weakening of the Silent Extinction Divine Light, coupled with the siege by everyone, the demonic ape finally reached its limit.

Its aura rapidly declined, its movements grew sluggish, and its weaknesses multiplied.

"Fellow Daoists!" Xu Ping transmitted via Divine Sense.

Fellow Daoist Sikong understood and, together with the other cultivators, unleashed their strongest attack simultaneously.

The Pure Yang sword wave, the three-colored sea of fire, and other Magical Treasures and Divine Techniques bombarded the demonic ape like a storm.

And Xu Ping’s Sword Array also shrank and condensed at that moment, transforming into a chaotic sword light that pierced straight towards the demonic ape’s heart!

Roar!

With an earth-shattering roar filled with despair and unwillingness, the massive three-headed six-armed demonic ape was finally engulfed and torn apart by the endless sword light and Divine Techniques.

Demonic Qi dissipated, flesh and blood flew.

When the light faded away, all that remained was a massive demonic corpse, broken and battered, with demonic blood gurgling from it.

Xu Ping’s figure flickered, appearing beside the demon corpse in an instant.

With a flick of sword Qi at his fingertips, he precisely split open its chest, extracting a fist-sized, pitch-black viscous blood that emitted a vast life force and Nirvana Dao Rhythms — the Nirvana Blood.

At the same time, with a sweep of his sleeve, he collected the entire Late-Stage Nascent Soul ancient demon corpse, a valuable main material for crafting a Fourth-rank Top-grade Puppet.

"Nirvana Blood... Nine Yang Divine Marrow... the main materials for cultivating the ’Nirvana Golden Body’ are finally complete with two items!"

Feeling the surging power of the Nirvana Blood in his hand, the shadow cast over his heart by the ancient demon’s possession was dispelled quite a bit by this tremendous gain.

The battlefield fell into silence.

Fellow Daoist Sikong, Zhang Shuo, and other surviving cultivators looked at Xu Ping collecting his spoils with ease, none voicing opposition, none daring to approach.

All that was reflected on their faces was the relief of surviving a catastrophe, and... a deep awe and fear of Xu Ping’s unfathomable power!

In that previous battle, the terrifying combat power Xu Ping displayed, his strange Divine Techniques, and his incredibly formidable Sword Array had completely conquered everyone.

In their hearts, Xu Ping was already equated with a genuine Late-Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

After all, he had practically single-handedly dominated the slaying of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul ancient demon.

Fellow Daoist Sikong took a deep breath, calming the waves in his heart, tidying his robes, and stepped forward a few paces to greet Xu Ping with a solemn cupped fist salute:

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Xu, for stepping in to assist us. Had it not been for your thunderous methods, we would likely not have survived today."

Xu Ping stored away the Nirvana Blood, turned around, and returned the salute, his tone flat: "Fellow Daoist Sikong, no need for thanks, it was merely by chance."