Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 475 - 257: Martial Venerable’s Limit, Primordial Spirit’s Second Transformation

"Do you all wish for my death? Too bad, I won’t die!"

In a certain tavern within the Chu Kingdom, Wei Fan exchanged a few words with Ji Qingyue and put down his waist token.

The two did not meet up; his battle was too brutal, including slaying a Demon King—the Celestial Cyan Demon King, as well as the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son and the Little Ape King, totaling eighteen Demon Venerables. This revealed how furious and desperate the Demon Fiends were, wishing they could tear him apart.

Unable to find him, they might vent their anger on those related to him.

In such circumstances, even though the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, Little Ape King, and other Demon Fiends were killed, the disciples of the Yunhua Sect could not return to their original place. If a Demon King decided to attack ordinary Martial Artists, it would be disastrous.

The seventy to eighty thousand fleeing disciples needed to be gathered and relocated, and Ji Qingyue felt it inappropriate to leave her fellow sect members to find Wei Fan at this time.

Wei Fan also did not plan to proactively look for Ji Qingyue. Now that his Martial Venerable Realm was perfect in cultivation, and his power reserve was sufficient, finding a place to break through to Martial King was the urgent matter.

Once he became a Martial King, it would even be possible to take down the Xuanhe Sect’s mountain gate and offer it to the Yunhua Sect as a residence. Going to find the people of Yunhua Sect now wouldn’t be of much help.

The Demon Fiends dare not truly start an all-out war with the Human Race, as Wei Fan had slaughtered so many Demon Venerables, including the Celestial Cyan Demon King.

Without knowing who killed the Celestial Cyan Demon King, the Demon Fiends dared not act recklessly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she pretended to be dead and disappeared for a while, allowing those with ill intentions to reveal themselves. When she becomes a Martial King and returns, she’ll give them a surprise.

"So beautiful!"

"A fairy indeed!"

...

Suddenly, the patrons in the tavern became agitated, looking outside, where a peerless beauty as if stepping out from a painting was slowly walking into the tavern.

This woman entered the tavern and headed straight towards Wei Fan, sitting down next to him.

Feng Hua!

The mysterious Female Martial King from beyond the Wilderness!

Wei Fan slightly frowned, "Did you do something to track me?"

To avoid being found by the Demon King, not only had he restrained his aura, but he had also changed his appearance, yet Feng Hua found him easily.

Feng Hua raised her beautiful eyes, her nose held high, "I heard the Demon Fiends set a trap to kill you. Worried for your safety, I flew for an entire day to get here, and this is how you doubt me?"

Even though Wei Fan single-handedly had the achievement of breaking through the Extreme Martial Sect, she still believed the situation was dangerous, hastening to come to Wei Fan’s aid, not surprising that people in Jianghu thought Wei Fan was doomed.

Wei Fan remained expressionless. "And then?"

Feng Hua, somewhat annoyed, flipped her wrist, revealing a token: "The communication token I gave you is a pair that can sense each other. You can also use your token to sense my location."

Wei Fan took out the token Feng Hua gave him, activated it, and indeed vaguely sensed the location of the other token.

"Now do you believe me? If you think I’m using this to monitor you, feel free to discard it!"

Feng Hua was a bit angry, and Wei Fan expressionlessly put the waist token away, "Want to eat something? My treat!"

Feng Hua shook her head, "No, I’m not hungry!"

Wei Fan leisurely put down his chopsticks, tossed some silver, and headed out of the tavern.

Feng Hua followed closely, "Where are you going?"

"Just taking a walk," Wei Fan replied.

Saying he was just taking a walk, but he walked out of the city and continued outwards.

"What about the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, Little Ape King, Little Lion King? How did you escape those traps set by the Demon Fiends?"

Feng Hua couldn’t hold back her curiosity any longer. She had rushed here overnight because she believed Wei Fan was doomed, yet the Wei Fan in front of her was fine, leisurely drinking and eating as if it was someone else who was ambushed by the Demon Fiend elites according to the rumors.

Wei Fan didn’t look back: "Slaughter them, and naturally, there are no more traps!"

These words made Feng Hua’s face change dramatically, "You killed eighteen Demon Venerables; how is that possible...?"

She was full of disbelief. Although she had never seen the Xuanhe Sect’s Saint Son, Little Ape King, Little Lion King, these Demon Fiends were clearly formidable figures.

And with such a large setup to kill one person, the Xuanhe Sect must have prepared at least one King’s Soldier to lead the attack, ensuring success.

In such a situation, Wei Fan managed to counterattack the Demon Fiends; how did he do it? Even a Golden Body Ninth Forging shouldn’t be able to.

"So this was the truth behind the King Level battle!"

Many thought the Demon Hunter Organization’s Martial King was battling with the Demon King to rescue Wei Fan, but it turned out the Demon King’s progeny and the Holy Sect Saint Son were slain, leading the Demon King to recklessly go to war.

"Miss Feng Hua, I still have some matters to attend to. Once I break through to Martial King, I’ll come to find you!"

Wei Fan disappeared into the sky, not wanting to reveal his upcoming Martial King breakthrough.

For Feng Hua, rushing to him was not truly friendship but concern over her own delayed matters should anything happen to him.

She would most likely offer to guard his breakthrough to the Martial King Realm, a suggestion hard to decline.

"Golden Body Ninth Forging!"

Feng Hua watched in shock as Wei Fan’s figure disappeared; with a flash of his aura, she caught sight of Wei Fan’s cultivation level.

She came from the normal world outside the Wilderness, having seen countless geniuses like a stream crossing a river, but Wei Fan’s speed still shocked her.

This isn’t the outside world, but the Wilderness, the Land of Dao Collapse, such an increase in speed is abnormal even in the outside world, let alone in the Land of Dao Collapse where Martial Dao is not prominent and Essence Qi is sparse.

"What a Demon he is! If he were one of those Holy Sect disciples outside, with sect resources tilted in his favor, he’d probably have already dominated the world!"

Feng Hua marveled and then swiftly left.

Before Dao Collapse occurred, the Wilderness was one of the supreme Cultivation Holy Lands of this world, the place where Qi Daozhen attained Dao, and one of the most prosperous regions under the heavens.

The people of the Wilderness don’t know its past, but she knows there were many places revered by Martial Artists. Now she is exploring these places, hoping to find the legendary Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations.

If she weren’t worried about Wei Fan being killed, affecting the time and cost to that place, she wouldn’t have rushed here.

...

In a mountain valley with relatively rich Essence Qi, Wei Fan found a natural cave and burrowed in, using Power to draw in giant stones to block the entrance, leaving a trace of will to prevent intrusions. He entered the depths of the cave, smoothed a raised boulder flat, and sat upon it, opening the panel:

[Golden Body·Ninth Forging (100%)]

[Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations: First Transformation (Perfection)]

[Purple Profound Martial Arts Manual - Martial King Chapter (Uninitiated)]

[Purple Realm Sky Splitter (Uninitiated)]

[Array Initial Understanding (Uninitiated)]

...

[Ordinary Power: 540,000 years]

[Golden Body Power: 1490 years]

He carefully looked over the panel one by one, forming a plan in his mind.

"I wonder if Golden Body Power can still continue to enhance strength!"

This time, after slaying too many Demon Venerables and even one Demon King, he accumulated over a thousand years of Golden Body Power. If it can’t be used, it would be wasted.

Especially regarding the Celestial Cyan Demon King; originally, he ought to explode with Martial King’s Power, but since he’s still a Martial Venerable, only Golden Body Power exploded. If it can’t be used, it would be a loss.

The panel began to flicker:

[One year of Golden Body Power, your Golden Body has long reached Ninth Forging Perfection, but you think the Golden Body might still be stronger...]

Wei Fan’s True Essence began to circulate, tempering his limbs and bones.

As the Golden Body Power was consumed, his Power grew slightly, but it wasn’t significant, just made the foundation more solid, the Origin more robust.

The improvement in strength was almost negligible.

Even after consuming one hundred years of Golden Body Power, the strength enhancement wasn’t substantial.

"It seems Ninth Forging Perfection truly is the limit of the Golden Body; there’s no such thing as the tenth forging!"

Reaching a conclusion, Wei Fan did not stop until over a thousand years of Golden Body Power had been used up, and the Golden Body still hadn’t changed much before he halted!

"Indeed, there’s no Golden Body Tenth Forging. Otherwise, with nearly fifteen hundred years of Golden Body Power, even if the Cultivation Technique was wrong, the effect wouldn’t be so weak."

With the Golden Body reaching its limit, to further progress in the Martial Venerable Realm, he’d have to focus on the Primordial Spirit.

"Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations: Second Transformation, wonder what the Primordial Spirit will become!"

Wei Fan closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the Primordial Spirit while his will began adding Power to Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations.

[One year of Power, your Martial Venerable Realm cultivation has reached its limit, cultivation cannot advance, you begin cultivating Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations: Second Transformation, hoping your Primordial Spirit undergoes a second metamorphosis...]

...

Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, unrivaled Martial Arts. In the past, Qi Daozhen reached only the Seventh Transformation and was nearly invincible in the world, pressing Demon Fiends futilely.

Over ten thousand years after his death, his Martial Dao hasn’t collapsed, forcibly turning this former Martial Dao cultivation Holy Land into a barren land.

Wei Fan had long completed the first metamorphosis of the Divine Soul, so for him now, Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations doesn’t have a phenomenon of entry level or not.

In the void of the Sea of Consciousness Space, Wei Fan’s Primordial Spirit is topped with Divine Soldiers like the Profound Yellow Tripod, Tiger Soul Saber, Jiaolong Sunset Bow, displaying a solemn sacred aura.

As Power was added, celestial sounds echoed in the Sea of Consciousness, but seemed not to elicit a response from his Primordial Spirit, as it remained in meditative pose.

Wei Fan wasn’t in haste; during the First Transformation, it took over thirty thousand years of Power. This time, with forty-five hundred years available, he had more time to consume; at most, it might take longer.

Immersing his consciousness, he listened to the mysterious celestial sounds, untroubled by the passage of time and depletion of Power.

Gradually, the celestial sounds he heard grew clearer, louder, and his Primordial Spirit started exuding profound aura, revealing a microscopic vision.

Meanwhile, the Divine Soldiers above the Primordial Spirit, such as the Profound Yellow Tripod, seemed affected, also emitting profound aura.

Wei Fan had long forgotten everything in the outside world, even forgotten about cultivation, thoroughly absorbed in the celestial sounds.

His Primordial Spirit displayed a captivated expression, completely unaware of when it began to sprout silken threads that enveloped his Primordial Spirit bit by bit, forming a golden cocoon.

At this point, Wei Fan had lost all awareness, as if fallen asleep, allowing his Primordial Spirit to autonomously undergo metamorphosis.