Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 553: Chapter 335: Demon Suppression Stone, Liya’s Eldest Brother (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)

More than ten days later, the three had not yet reached Thunder Mountain, but Wei Fan had already broken through to the Sixth Layer of Martial King.

"Are people from the Land of Dao Collapse all such demons as him?"

Zhi Hua asked Feng Hua incredulously.

Along the way, the three upheld justice and Wei Fan followed their actions. Yet while their cultivation barely progressed, Wei Fan was about to break through to the next layer.

Feng Hua shook his head: "How could that be? In the Wilderness of countless years, only one demon like him has emerged. If everyone there were as terrifying as him, how would outsiders dare venture there?"

Darkness had already fallen by this time, but they hadn’t encountered a city, so they entered a run-down temple.

It’s unclear how long the temple had been abandoned. Apart from some broken windows, most parts remained intact, even the dust was minimal, as if it had not been deserted for long.

"The incense here was probably quite flourishing in the past. These walls have been imbued with the will of Martial Kings!"

The three noticed the unusual nature of the place with a slight sense; the bricks and mortar had been altered, clearly not made from ordinary materials.

Below the empty pedestal that once held an idol sat a decaying offering on the table, attesting to recent visitors.

Unbothered, the three started a fire to roast meat and prepare dinner.

During their journey, they encountered similar situations quite a few times; Beiding Continent was too vast, and a lack of towns or cities for thousands of miles was normal.

After dinner, night had thoroughly set in, and outside was pitch dark.

Wei Fan planned to set an array for a peaceful sleep, but suddenly outside was as bright as day, a glaring light piercing through the doors and windows.

Rumble...

Next moment, huge roars echoed from the sky, accompanied by waves of Martial King power spreading through the world, causing mountains and earth to tremble.

"There’s a battle between Martial Kings!"

The three walked outside to see five or six Martial Kings pursuing a man and a woman across the sky.

Boom...

The massive sword aura split the night, slicing through with immense momentum. The man and woman spat blood from their mouths, their bodies nearly cut in two, landing on the open ground before the temple.

"Should we step in?" Zhi Hua asked, as it seemed the right moment to respond to injustice.

"It’s unclear if they’re good or bad. Let’s observe first," Feng Hua shook his head, not rushing to act.

The five or six pursuing Martial Kings were strong; intervening recklessly might lead to trouble. Most importantly, they didn’t know the cause of the fight; good intentions might turn bad.

In an instant, everything within several hundred feet shattered; the ground sank, raising a massive cloud of dust, remnant force waves radiating toward Wei Fan and the others.

Wei Fan waved his sleeve, smoothing the force wave.

"It’s best not to meddle and invite trouble!" someone warned Wei Fan and the others, asserting pressure to intimidate them.

"Are you threatening us?"

Wei Fan’s expression turned cold.

In fact, he hadn’t intended to interfere due to not knowing the nature of the fight. He’d acted just to prevent residual force from reaching the temple behind.

However, having said that, if they did nothing, once that man and woman were killed, the attackers might kill them too.

At the same time, the man and woman that had fallen from the sky difficultly climbed up again, wordlessly and with gritted determination, they turned into a stream of light entering the temple.

It seemed their arduous escape had been to reach this temple.

"Are they from the Bone Tribe?"

Wei Fan’s gaze was suddenly drawn to an item on the man.

As the person flew past them, he noticed a token hanging at his waist, resembling the one Liya had given him.

He’d seen such tokens in the Bone Tribe, used by its members as identifiers.

Looking back, after entering the temple, the panic vanished from their expressions, as if they felt safe.

Wei Fan, Feng Hua and the others grew puzzled; could there actually be something within the desolate temple to preserve life?

"This king is merely advising you not to act unwisely!"

A few descended from the sky, standing opposite the trio with the Ninth Layer Martial King powerhouse speaking on: "If you don’t want to meddle, then leave quickly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."

"We arrived here first; you should leave if anyone is to leave. Don’t think yourself mighty; we’re not meddling, but not out of fear!"

This commanding attitude provoked even Feng Hua to speak up.

The Ninth-layer powerhouse leading squinted his eyes: "Seems this king’s too gracious, making you think he dares not kill."

"Second boss, no need to waste words; these two dames are nice. Kill the man, and bring the women back to the village," spoke someone behind him.

Feng Hua’s eyes turned icy; uttering such words, they surely weren’t good people.

Zhi Hua erupted with killing intent, her face brimming with anger.

But before they spoke, the man’s voice from within the temple emerged: "This has nothing to do with you three; please leave quickly, not to be implicated by us."

"You didn’t leave earlier, now it’s too late. Everyone stay," the Martial King Ninth Layer leader revealed his killing intent.

Initially, his target was just the two people in the temple, but after a word from his subordinate, the two women opposite them also displayed killing intent. It was clear that enmity had been formed, and since there was enmity, naturally, he wouldn’t let the three in front of him leave.

The next moment, his gaze turned to the man inside the temple: "Come out and hand over the Demon Suppression Stone. I can let you two become ill-fated mandarin ducks. If I have to act, I will kill you and sell your woman to a brothel."

A cold, almost tangible killing intent emanated from him, and the surrounding temperature sharply dropped.

"You’re seeking death!"

Bang!

Accompanied by the sound, a terrifying aura that made the Primordial Spirit tremble suddenly emerged from inside the temple.

"The three of you, quickly dodge!" the man’s voice from inside the temple echoed in the minds of the three.

"Go!"

Wei Fan’s expression changed as he soared into the sky with Feng Hua and Zhi Hua.

In mid-air, he turned to look inside the temple, only to see a figure sitting cross-legged in a place on the divine platform that was previously empty.

"There’s indeed something wrong with this temple!"

The thought quickly flashed through Wei Fan’s mind.

Before, he had felt nothing amiss here, but after the man and woman entered the temple and exhibited such demeanor, he realized there was something wrong.

The figure on the divine platform radiated brilliant light, imposing as a Divine Mansion.

Before Wei Fan could clearly see the figure on the platform, a vertical eye suddenly opened on its forehead.

Whoosh!

The next moment, a dazzling beam of light shot out from the vertical eye, piercing the void, sending fragments scattering in every direction.

The men who were chasing them showed shock, but they couldn’t react in time. The dazzling beam instantly blasted onto the Martial King Ninth-layer powerhouse.

Waves of destruction surged everywhere, and the Martial King Ninth Layer individual was instantly erased from existence, exploding with space fragments. Immediately after, those accompanying him were also erased in nearly the same instance, leaving a dark hole in the void where they stood.

The beam disappeared, and the fractured void quickly restored.

Wei Fan and the others were shaken. Such power had definitely reached the Martial Saint Level; otherwise, it couldn’t have reached the point of breaking the void.

In an abandoned temple, there was actually such power hidden.

They glanced at the divine platform once more, finding it again empty as if the previous scene was just an illusion.

"The item once worshipped here must have been something extraordinary!"

Feng Hua’s face grew serious, unable to fathom why such a place would be abandoned.

The three landed back on the ground, and a man and a woman looked at them with guarded expressions.

"No need to worry, we are on the same side!"

Wei Fan flipped his wrist, taking out the Bone Token Liya had given him.

"Elder Token!"

The man’s expression changed drastically: "Where did you get an Elder Token!"

His actions stirred his injuries, causing more blood to flow from the wounds.

"It’s a gift from the Clan Leader!" Wei Fan took out a bottle of Elixir, saying: "No need to be tense. My name is Wei Fan, a friend of the Bone Tribe. Tend to your wounds first."

As he spoke, the muscles on his face squirmed, revealing his true appearance.

Their eyes brightened with delight: "So, Brother Wei, you were in disguise. I thought it was some bold thief daring to impersonate the Bone Tribe’s Elder."

Recognizing Wei Fan, they lowered their guard and took the Healing Medicine from his hand, sharing it with the woman beside him.

"I’m Liya’s elder brother. When I last returned to the tribe, she spoke about you. Please trouble Brother Wei to guard us."

The two sat down to heal, and after half an hour, their external injuries were completely healed, opening their eyes from meditation.

Wei Fan did not inquire about the affairs of the temple, knowing well the Bone Tribe had many peculiar rules; instead, he asked about the pursuit.

The story unfolded that the two unexpectedly obtained a piece of Demon Suppression Stone. While escorting it back to the tribe, they were targeted by the Black Water Thieves, leading to this pursuit.

Wei Fan knew of the Demon Suppression Stone, a very rare Divine Object, the nemesis of Evil Spirits. The Wilderness hadn’t had such things in ages, and he had never seen one.

Generally, after a Martial Saint Powerhouse reaches the end of their life, if they wish their body to be buried, a Demon Suppression Stone must accompany the burial. This ensures that even after millennia, no evil spirits would breed.

"Has there been another problem in the tribe?" Wei Fan suddenly asked.

Liya’s elder brother nodded: "Its occurrences have become frequent recently, so we need to quickly return with the Demon Suppression Stone."

Wei Fan looked grave: "I’ll go with you and ensure your safe passage outside the mountain!"

The appearance of that thing meant many more had died in the Bone Tribe. Since the Demon Suppression Stone was effective, there couldn’t be any mishaps.

Liya’s elder brother shook his head: "No need to bother Brother Wei. I’ve notified the Clan Leader, and the tribe’s experts should be arriving soon. Once they do, those petty Black Water Thieves won’t be an issue."