Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 565: Chapter 347: Reforging Flesh and Blood, Three Thousand Years of Lifespan

Wei Fan’s entire body was engulfed in lightning, appearing dazzling, but beneath the lightning, his face was full of pain, enduring unimaginable agony.

The Martial Venerable Realm focuses on cultivating the Golden Body, and during this realm, he was cultivating the Purple Profound Martial Arts Manual.

Although the Purple Profound Martial Arts Manual was a top-level martial arts in the Wilderness, it might not even count as second or third tier within the Five Great Domains, so the Golden Body he tempered must have many flaws.

Even though he has now switched to cultivating the Scripture of the Three Emperors, some things cannot be remedied, as the Scripture of the Three Emperors isn’t primarily focused on physical martial arts, and thus isn’t purely Body Refining Martial Arts.

Moreover, the level and intricacy of the Nine-Nine True Skill are higher than what he comprehended from the Scripture of the Three Emperors.

It took him a millennium of power to finish practicing the movements from the thirty-seventh to the forty-fifth illustration, and at this point, he had to pause adding power.

Although rapidly increasing strength is enjoyable, the process is equally painful; being tempered by golden lightning from inside out, only he could understand that pain.

Going further, he worried that his heart spirit might collapse.

During the tempering process, not only is the physical body tempered, but potential and willpower are also stimulated and increased; with ample time, there’s no need to risk it.

The lightning disappeared, and everything calmed down.

At this moment, Wei Fan’s physical body glowed, like Kui Treasure streaming radiant light, becoming crystalline and transparent; one could even faintly see the blood flowing through him, his organs and bones were also vaguely visible.

The light gradually faded, his physical body returned to normal, not becoming robust, even appearing slightly thinner, yet giving off a more vigorous and vibrant feeling, becoming more energetic than before.

A thin layer of black ash surrounded him, being the impurities tempered out of his body, burnt to ashes by the lightning.

Without doing anything else, Wei Fan directly lay down on the wooden board bed to sleep.

Upon awakening again, the day was already bright, the sun high; he only felt full of energy, capable of punching a dragon to death.

His strength was no longer just willpower and Martial King True Essence, but also his physical body.

Only when the physical body becomes formidable can such an illusion occur.

Body Refining Martial Artists are warlike, earning them the title of martial artist for this reason; their strong bodies activate their combative instincts, preferring to solve problems with fists, their exuberant energy can only be vented this way.

Wei Fan stepped out of the hut and stretched; with this slight exertion, his body expanded, muscles like hills pushing his clothes out.

Facing the lake breeze, his hair fluttered, emitting a shiny black luster.

"Still in closed-door cultivation? It seems you’ve gained some insight!"

Feng Hua and Zhi Hua’s huts were still closed; neither of them appeared, evidently Zhi Hua hadn’t succeeded in breaking through the Eighth Level of Martial King.

In fact, an average person takes several days to finish a breakthrough, requiring energy absorption from spirit crystals, then consolidating the realm afterward.

Exiting the array, the three huts vanished, Wei Fan appeared by the lakeside; he jumped into the lake for a bath, then caught a few fish ashore.

A while later, the aroma of meat wafted from the front of the hut.

"Eating grilled fish without calling me!"

Feng Hua walked out of the hut, casually sitting beside Wei Fan.

She wasn’t breaking through, so she could come out anytime; as for Zhi Hua’s hut, there was still no sign.

Her background is mysterious, always hiding her identity; the troubles caused by Zilan Sect and Fire Cloud Cave’s Tian Qiuping seeking her, Wei Fan suspects might be related to Feng Hua.

He didn’t probe deeply into Feng Hua’s thoughts, as he himself had a bunch of secrets; as friends, one naturally shares what can be shared.

Wei Fan handed the spirit wine in his hand to Feng Hua: "I thought you were in deep closed-door cultivation!"

Feng Hua extended her slender jade hand, taking it and chugging a big gulp.

Her features were exquisite and flawless, a bell of worldly grace; among the women Wei Fan had seen, only Long Xueyi could match her.

Such a woman should be quiet or composed and graceful, but actually, she isn’t.

When quiet, Feng Hua indeed has a bit of grace, but once moving, she is completely different, possessing an extraordinary boldness.

After chugging a mouthful of wine, she grabbed a grilled fish and began devouring it greedily, without worrying about her feminine image.

She has never cared about image; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so violently explosive against opponents each time.

"Looks like you’ve gained quite a lot!" After gulping another swallow of wine, she couldn’t help but speak.

For someone as familiar with Wei Fan as she is, his changes are immense, physically and even in demeanor different than before, gestures revealing a latent terrifying power within his physique.

Wei Fan nodded: "The gains are indeed substantial, retracing previous paths, now walking the previously broken path."

The two chatted for a bit more, then each returned to their huts, Wei Fan opened the panel, continuing to add Nine-Nine True Skill.

The forty-sixth illustration corresponds to the Martial King Realm; compared to earlier ones, the power consumption here surged, unlike previous ones that could be swiftly broken through.

[One thousand five hundred years, you have cultivated the Nine-Nine True Skill to the forty-sixth level...]

The changes in the Martial King Realm were more than ten times more intense than the changes in the Martial Venerable Realm before.

The Celestial Sound of the Dao resounded, the wondrous tune arose, resonating with his physical Primordial Spirit, and the frightening thunder light had already engulfed his body.

Bang bang bang...

Wei Fan felt this was no longer tempering, but exploding, as the thick electric arcs intertwined around his entire body, continuously exploding at this moment, making him flush red all over, with smoke billowing.

Some places remained intact amidst the explosions, but weaker areas were blasted open, appearing with cracks, even blood holes, with entire chunks of flesh burned away by the terrifying high temperature.

"Those who cultivate ancient martial arts are such fierce people, it’s downright masochistic!"

Wei Fan gritted his teeth, feeling his entire body break apart in an instant as if it were about to fall apart.

This situation wasn’t just outside; every part inside his body was exploding, including the internal organs and bones, with many bones missing as if a corn cob was gnawed down, covered with cracks.

The situation in the fragile places like internal organs was even more severe, almost exploding into a mush, with many things burned and refined.

Simultaneously, his whole person became emaciated because, in an instant, nearly two-thirds of his blood was evaporated, leaving only true essence blood.

Wei Fan was not frightened but delighted.

Because this meant there were many inadequately tempered places in his body, the Nine-Nine True Skill had identified all these problems.

"This is changing flesh, changing bones, and changing blood, completely renewing the body, turning it anew. The Nine-Nine True Skill, every transformation is a metamorphosis."

After the fierce thunder came endless vitality, the True Skill Mark of Nine-Nine shone brilliantly, flooding vitality into every corner of his body, regenerating his bones and flesh along with his essence blood, swapping his physique.

One iteration, two iterations, until the electric arcs exploded, and there was no damage to his body anymore.

The wondrous tune resounded, the strength of the body finally began to nourish the Primordial Spirit, which was golden and started condensing, with radiance bursting forth as if absorbing nutrients.

Always, it was the Primordial Spirit that strengthened his body, but at this moment, the body was nourishing the Primordial Spirit again, giving him an illusion of ascending step by step, with an increasingly broadening view.

Wei Fan finally stopped.

[Seven hundred ten thousand years, you have cultivated the Nine-Nine True Skill to the fifty-second level, transforming the body anew, potential surged, origin exploded, body comparable to top Martial King Divine Soldiers, lifespan reaching three thousand years]

[Nine-Nine True Skill (fifty-second level)]

[Ordinary Power: 680,000 years]

[Martial King’s Power: 1,100 years]

"From now on, I will use the Martial King’s Power for cultivation!"

The first several levels took just over a thousand years, but from the forty-sixth to the fifty-second level, it took seven hundred thousand years of ordinary power because these levels already belonged to the Martial King Realm, and ordinary power was simply not suitable.

This ordinary power was originally saved to transform the Human Emperor Bell, but now more than half of it was consumed.

Meanwhile, his attention quickly diverted, captivated by the state of his transformed body, glowing and as refined as jade, with every muscle line perfect beyond reproach.

Around his body, the piled-up ashes were thicker than the last time, even forming hill-like shapes. Throughout the process of swapping bones and flesh multiple times, he didn’t know how much flesh and bone he burned away.

"The current me can easily defeat the previous me, and if it’s killing, it would take less than ten moves!"

It seemed not much improvement, yet truly astonishing. Previously, he cultivated the Scripture of the Three Emperors, dominant among the same level, unaided by a general Saint Son, capable of killing a Five-Colored Demon Bull Demon King like Little Bull King with few punches within the same level.

In the Martial King Realm, he could almost say his combat prowess reached the pinnacle. Within the same realm, perhaps someone could rival him, but surely few could overpower him.

Now, his strength could be described as having reached the zenith; after all, the power in the Martial King Realm also has a limit, not infinitely increased. Among countless geniuses in the Five Great Domains, he guarantees at most someone could match him, never surpass his power.

Of course, these refer to power alone; in real combat, martial technique, combat awareness, and such are equally vital, and victory is not solely determined by power unless overwhelmingly stronger.

Wei Fan stepped up from the ground, unexpectedly unable to control this new power, emitting a terrifying momentum, shattering the arranged array and overturning the hut.

He hurriedly restrained his power.

"What happened?"

Zhi Hua and Feng Hua looked over together, thinking something went wrong with Wei Fan’s cultivation.

Although Wei Fan instantly concealed the momentum, the terrifying momentum still swept over them, causing Zhi Hua’s face to turn pale, showing a frightened expression, and involuntarily retreating backward.

Feng Hua didn’t react like Zhi Hua, but her expression changed, feeling pressured and threatened.

Her eyes flooded with shock: "This Demon... the Nine-Nine True Skill is so extraordinary."

She was at the Eighth Level of Martial King, while Wei Fan was at the Seventh Layer. No matter how dazzling Wei Fan performed before, she never sensed any threat from him, never felt pressured.

But today, the aura Wei Fan emitted made her feel things she had never felt from him before.