Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 556: Chapter 338: Slaughter Together, A New Legend

The tavern was dead silent. Not only were the Zilan Sect disciples shocked, but others also didn’t expect that Wei Fan would kill a Zilan Sect disciple just because of a disagreement.

"Is Wei Fan really that ruthless?"

"What did you think? The guy who roasted the Little Bull King alive on the Linyao City arena—did you really think Wei Fan was soft-hearted?"

"It seems he’s truly not afraid of the Zilan Sect. He’s clearly aiming to lure out and kill their powerhouses together."

Among the whispers of discussion, only Feng Hua had no surprise in her expression. Only she knew how terrifying Wei Fan was in the Wilderness. The Zilan Sect repeatedly provoked him, practically seeking their own death, trying to drive out the House-Slaying Demon Fiend from the Wilderness.

"Junior Brother..."

Brother Jiang let out a piercing scream, his eyes nearly bursting with rage. He hadn’t expected Wei Fan to kill without any warning.

No one stepped forward to stop Wei Fan from killing. This small town was only formed because many people came to Thunder Mountain daily to comprehend. It wasn’t governed by any power, and even the Da Xu Court dared not intervene here.

After all, those who came here might not only be the rising talents from various forces in the Beiding Continent but also overseas dragons from other great domains. Meddling in others’ fights here could easily provoke forces one couldn’t afford to offend.

Of course, under normal circumstances, people wouldn’t act rashly either. The place was filled with a mixture of strong and weak individuals. If a fight accidentally involved others, and a wave of energy control killed a few people with low cultivation but strong backgrounds, it would be a huge trouble.

"You beast!" Brother Jiang’s eyes were ablaze with fury.

Wei Fan’s gaze was as sharp as a knife cutting toward him. "Weren’t you just teaching others that in the Jianghu, strength matters, not words; stepping out recklessly could cost you your life. Now that it’s your turn to overstep and be killed, you can’t take it?"

These were Brother Jiang’s own words previously, now returned to him by Wei Fan without change.

Brother Jiang’s expression froze, his situation remarkably similar to the previous man, who stood out too much and then met someone stronger, only to be dealt with.

"Inform your experts to come over, I’ll take them out too!"

Wei Fan casually broke Brother Jiang’s arm, his ruthless actions silencing everyone inside the tavern.

Wei Fan was so fearless, causing Brother Jiang to hesitate instead.

Splatter...

Piercing pain spread as Brother Jiang let out a cry. He turned back in terror to find that Wei Fan had already torn his arm off, with scarlet blood spraying everywhere.

His gaze toward Wei Fan shifted from anger to fear, realizing that Zilan Sect held no deterrence against the man before him.

"The next thing torn off will be your head!"

A trace of True Sun Fire rose from Wei Fan’s hands, burning the torn arm into ashes.

"I will inform the Elders right away," Brother Jiang flipped his wrist, and a token appeared in his hand.

But before he could send a message, a loud shout came from outside.

"Who dares to kill my Zilan Sect disciples!"

At the same moment, a Heart Spirit belonging to a Ninth-layer Martial King powerhouse flooded the small town, immediately sweeping across the tavern.

Obviously, Wei Fan’s earlier killing of the Zilan Sect disciple had alarmed the Sect’s powerhouses.

"Finally, someone decent!"

Feng Hua stood up from her seat, ready to act. Although a Ninth-layer Martial King couldn’t do much to Wei Fan, this wasn’t the place to wield a Holy Soldier.

A few breaths later, a figure dashed into the tavern like lightning.

Boom!

The next moment, this person flew back even faster, spewing blood from their mouth.

Fighting beyond one’s rank wasn’t exclusive to Wei Fan; Feng Hua could do it too.

In fact, Feng Hua was by far the most talented person Wei Fan had ever seen. Her strength was always terrifying, and Wei Fan couldn’t gauge her depth. She could practically crush all enemies without deploying any martial techniques.

The Ninth-layer Martial King’s powerhouse from the Zilan Sect was obviously not a terribly formidable person. He hadn’t even seen Feng Hua’s movements clearly before being knocked back in shock.

While still in mid-air, Feng Hua pursued like a wisp of blue smoke, stepping him down from the air, pinning him firmly to the street.

"So strong!"

"An Eighth-layer Martial King defeating a Ninth-layer in one move, could she be the woman who slew the Winged Serpent in Linyao City?"

"Very likely, aside from someone of such demonic talent, who else could reverse-kill a Holy Sect Martial King?"

...

Everyone was stunned, watching the Zilan Sect Martial King blasted away in one move. This guy had an overwhelming momentum just moments ago, with a demeanor of Zilan Sect’s invincibility. Yet, upon entering the scene, he was suppressed by a single woman.

"You’re useless now!" Wei Fan chuckled, looking at Brother Jiang in his grasp.

"Don’t kill me..." Brother Jiang screamed in terror, pleading, knowing that when Wei Fan said something like that, he intended to kill.

A cold gleam flashed in Wei Fan’s eyes as his five fingers closed in without hesitation.

The next moment, Brother Jiang felt intense pain in his neck, as a terrifying storm of will erupted in his mind, smashing his Primordial Spirit to pieces.

Wei Fan nonchalantly tossed Brother Jiang’s body next to the Zilan Sect Ninth-layer Martial King powerhouse.

"It’s you, you beast! You’ve killed two more of my Zilan Sect’s core disciples." The Martial King recognized Wei Fan, showing a look of hatred.

"Speak, why did your Zilan Sect try to kill me back in Zilan City?"

Wei Fan strolled out of the restaurant, looking down on the Ninth-layer Powerhouse of the Zilan Sect. Hearing this, the person’s expression changed: "The Zilan Sect just didn’t like the look of you, isn’t that reason enough?"

A fierce glint flashed in Feng Hua’s eyes. With a powerful stomp, the chest of the Zilan Sect’s Martial King Powerhouse immediately resounded with the sound of bones cracking.

"I’ll give you one more chance!" she said coldly. "If you don’t want to die, you’d better think carefully about what to say next."

The Ninth-layer Powerhouse of Zilan Sect did not speak again at her words.

Feng Hua said nothing more, directly crushing his skull underfoot, brutally forceful.

Wei Fan was somewhat speechless. To prevent things from being too grotesque, he had snapped the necks of the two core disciples of the Zilan Sect before destroying their Primordial Spirits, while Feng Hua had directly stomped the head to smithereens, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

The surroundings fell silent; no one had expected that a mere few words would result in the deaths of two core disciples and a Ninth-layer Powerhouse of the Zilan Sect.

It wasn’t long before the news spread throughout the small town. Some people even abandoned their contemplation of the "Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill" to come to the town, eager to catch a glimpse of Wei Fan’s true appearance.

"They haven’t left; aren’t they afraid of the Zilan Sect coming for vengeance?"

Everyone was astonished to discover that after killing three members of the Zilan Sect, Wei Fan and his companions hadn’t left Thunder Mountain but had instead settled in the town.

"This place is quite far from the Zilan Sect. Even with a Transmission Domain Gate, it would take at least three to four days to get here."

"If they dared to kill, they surely have some confidence. Previously, even the Grand Elder of the Zilan Sect couldn’t hold them back in Zilan City, let alone here!"

"Perhaps Wei Fan is just waiting for the strong from the Zilan Sect to show up!"

...

Wei Fan and the others did not worry about members of the Zilan Sect arriving at Thunder Mountain. Feng Hua had already reached the Eighth Level of Martial King; even if it came to a clash with the Zilan Sect’s Grand Elder using Holy Soldiers, it was still uncertain who would be stronger.

Without using Holy Soldiers, Feng Hua feared no Ninth-layer Powerhouses from the Zilan Sect. Without the appearance of a Martial Saint, they had already risen to a level where they feared no branch of the Holy Sect.

"Did you gain anything?"

Inside the room, after setting up an array, Feng Hua and Zhi Hua were very concerned about whether Wei Fan had gleaned any insight into the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill.

The Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill was discovered several thousand years ago. Not to mention elsewhere, anyone considered a genius in the Beiding Continent had attempted to comprehend it, even the two of them had spent one or two months on this matter, so they were naturally curious.

"I have some differing insights, but I’m not sure if I’ve realized anything. I’ll have to wait for a thunderstorm to find out!"

Wei Fan offered some information, but it wasn’t comprehensive.

Currently, what appeared on the panel was just the incomplete Nine-Nine True Skill. Whether he could gain anything from it, he was still uncertain.

Upon hearing this, Zhi Hua and Feng Hua’s eyes both lit up: "If you can comprehend the Thunder Mountain Celestial Skill, your name will surely surpass that of Xuanyuan Peak’s predecessors and resound throughout the Five Great Domains."

Wei Fan rolled his eyes: "I don’t want that kind of fame. Should it come to that, I suspect I’d never know peace again."

Both were taken aback, then lightly nodded.

This indeed was not a good thing—a Martial King comprehending a Martial Arts skill that had gone ungrasped for thousands of years would not be favorable, but a death warrant. Martial artists from the Five Great Domains, in pursuit of power and cultivation, would stop at nothing.

Feng Hua and Zhi Hua went off to meditate, while Wei Fan called forth the panel:

[Scripture of the Three Emperors (Martial King Sixth Layer)]

[Nine-Nine True Skill·Incomplete (Uninitiated)]

...

[Ordinary Power: 1.4 million years]

[Martial King’s Power: 2,100 years]

The Human Emperor Bell was ready for the next transformation, but clearly, over one million years of Ordinary Power was insufficient to trigger the next transformation.

"Once matters here conclude, I must hunt more Demon Fiends!"

In the flicker of a thought, he shifted his attention to his Martial King’s Power. Now, over ten days had passed since his breakthrough to the Sixth Layer of Martial King, and he was ready to break through to the Seventh Layer.

Having killed members of the Zilan Sect, their experts could arrive at any moment. He could not rely solely on Feng Hua for everything.

Given his combat power, once he broke through to the Seventh Layer of Martial King, no ordinary Ninth-layer Martial King could kill him, nor could they do anything to him.

"He’s reached the Seventh Layer of Martial King!"

At night, the aura emanating from Wei Fan startled Feng Hua and Zhi Hua awake.

"It’s said Xuanyuan Peak’s predecessors broke through to Martial Saint at twenty-five. At his current pace, he might break Xuanyuan Peak’s record and become a new legend."

In Zhi Hua’s eyes, there was a wave of astonishment. In just over ten days, he had leveled up once—what kind of Demon was this? Were it not for being born in the Land of Dao Collapse, where cultivation was suppressed, would he have already been a Martial Saint by now?

"He’ll definitely break it."

Feng Hua murmured. She had long thought Wei Fan to be more of a Demon than Xuanyuan Peak. Xuanyuan Peak’s cultivation faced issues of major realm transitions, yet from her observation of Wei Fan’s growth trajectory, major and minor realm transitions posed no difficulties for him.

It was said that Xuanyuan Peak broke through from Martial King Ninth Layer to Martial Saint, taking three to four years to find enlightenment, but at Wei Fan’s speed, it surely wouldn’t take that long.

Ordinarily in cultivation, the further one progresses, the longer the time needed between breakthroughs, but Wei Fan never seemed to have this problem, always maintaining that rapid breakthrough speed.