Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 529 - 311: Shattering Space, Cultivation Is Simple

"Run quickly!"

Someone screamed, their face drained of blood, desperately fleeing for their lives.

The wave of the Holy Soldier surged forward; even though it wasn’t aimed at them, it was easy to be affected. Even a Martial King Ninth Layer powerhouse couldn’t control the power of the Holy Soldier.

Majestic and sweeping, the wave of the Divine Soldier came from afar, breaking through the clouds, making heaven and earth tremble.

"Lend me the Holy Soldier!"

Feng Hua’s expression changed too; only a Holy Soldier could counter a Holy Soldier. Even an invincible Martial King Ninth Layer powerhouse facing a Holy Soldier would only meet their demise.

Wei Fan flipped his wrist, and the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle appeared in his hand, which he handed to Feng Hua.

He wanted to summon the Human Emperor Bell for a killing spree but resisted. The Human Emperor Bell was too peculiar and didn’t belong to the category of weapons.

With so many people around and the inability to silence all witnesses, it’s best not to use it unless absolutely necessary, as this was not the Wilderness, and there were too many powerhouses here.

"Defend yourself!"

After Feng Hua took the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, he dashed towards the Grand Elder of Zilan Sect.

"If you don’t want to die, leave quickly!"

Wei Fan yelled to alert those around him and then took out the Guangling Sect’s Divine Sword, holding it in hand, not trusting Feng Hua completely.

Feng Hua was only Martial King Seventh Layer, while the Grand Elder of the Zilan Sect was a Martial King Ninth Layer top powerhouse, Feng Hua might not be a match.

Bang!

The Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle rapidly expanded, floating above Feng Hua’s head, and the overwhelming wave of the Holy Soldier began to spread.

The enormous bottle mouth was as deep as a black hole, emitting immense light from the body, starting to gather toward the bottle mouth.

Wei Fan wanted to rush to help but found he couldn’t even approach Feng Hua.

With Martial King Seventh Layer cultivation activating a Holy Soldier, its power could not be compared on the same day, so he could only use the Guangling Sect’s Holy Soldier for protection and retreat.

"Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle? How could they have the Crane Race’s Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle?"

A Martial King looked at Feng Hua’s head with shock; those who knew were aware the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle was a weapon of the Profound Crane Sect, impossible for outsiders to possess.

"It’s just a Saint-level Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, clearly a replica, possibly taken after killing a Crane Race powerhouse."

"Whether it’s a replica or not, we better run for our lives. They may not die fighting, but those watching might!"

...

Everyone watching fled for their lives, distancing themselves from the site of confrontation; in the distance, Zilan City had long activated a Grand Array, protecting the entire city.

"Grand Elder, do not harm her!"

The City Lord of Zilan City, who had an arm blasted away by Feng Hua earlier, shouted from afar, expression changing.

But it was too late; the massive spear shadow reached sky and earth, emitting a suppressive and despairing aura, sweeping toward Wei Fan and Feng Hua as if the heavens were collapsing.

Feng Hua’s hair danced wildly, her body radiant, power pouring like a tide into the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, trying with all her might to awaken the Holy Soldier.

With his Martial King Seventh Layer cultivation, activating the Holy Soldier was strenuous but didn’t require burning his lifespan.

"Buzzing..."

The Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle suddenly emitted a loud tremor, the body shaking violently.

Bang!

The next moment, a dazzling beam shot from the bottle mouth, blasting toward the enormous spear shadow.

The Holy Soldier confrontation commenced!

Instantly, heaven collapsed and earth cracked; within a radius of tens of miles, the ground rose like a dragon with smoke and dust, directly pulverized, many who hadn’t retreated far enough saw their eyes roll back, powerless, falling from the sky, not knowing if they were dead from the shock or fainted, seeing the sky seeming to rain dumplings.

"Buzzing..."

Such terrifying scene, Wei Fan closest abandoned using Guangling Sect’s Holy Soldier for protection and secretly summoned the Human Emperor Bell to inhibit the destructive aftermath.

"Crunch!"

A crisp sound was heard amidst everyone’s horror, the sky suddenly broke, space shattered, revealing the pitch black Void World.

The confrontation between two top experts activating Holy Soldiers actually shattered the sky, pierced through space; although it wasn’t a Martial Saint clash, it wasn’t far off.

Everyone was stunned; even in the hands of such powerhouses, Holy Soldiers could truly annihilate heaven and earth.

In the distance, Zilan City shook, swept by the waves of destruction; the Grand Array’s light curtain shattered instantly, many fainted on the spot; fortunately, the distance plus array protection avoided major casualties.

In fact, it was the result of Feng Hua deliberately directing the power outwards.

"Puff..."

Her face was as white as paper, spitting blood from her mouth.

Martial King Seventh Layer activating the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle to engage the Zilan Sect Grand Elder was still barely manageable. Her body powerless, hurtling through the void.

Of course, the Zilan Sect Grand Elder didn’t gain much advantage either, similarly spitting blood, flying backward.

No winner in a Holy Soldier confrontation; whether Martial King Seventh Layer or Martial King Ninth Layer, Holy Soldiers were beyond their scope, the backlash wouldn’t be suppressed even by Martial King Ninth Layer powerhouses.

Wei Fan, radiant as gold, against the destruction wave, rushed to embrace Feng Hua, finding she was almost fainted, barely holding onto the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle.

"Let’s go quickly, there’s more than one Holy Soldier in Zilan Sect!" Feng Hua’s voice was weak, reminding Wei Fan.

Wei Fan didn’t understand Zilan Sect, but she did; Zilan Sect’s existence exceeded ten thousand years, past Martial Saint powerhouses weren’t merely one or two, so there was more than just the Grand Elder’s Holy Soldier.

Similarly as a Holy Sect, Guangling Sect and Profound Crane Sect couldn’t compare to Zilan Sect, not even on the same level.

If we don’t take this opportunity to leave, we might soon face three or four Martial King Ninth-layer powerhouses wielding Holy Soldiers, and it’ll be difficult to escape then.

Boom!

Wei Fan said nothing, using his Will Power to sweep up the Dragon Embossed Gilded Bottle, carrying Feng Hua like a bolt of lightning across the sky.

In the direction of the Zilan Sect, a terrifying aura arose, and several figures appeared in the sky, catching the retreating Grand Elder.

"You think you can just leave after hurting people? What do you think the Zilan Sect is?"

A figure with a terrifying aura shouted, chasing in the direction where Wei Fan and Feng Hua disappeared, but was quickly stopped by the Grand Elder’s call.

"Why aren’t you chasing? Daring to act presumptuously in the Zilan Sect, we cannot let them go unpunished." A powerhouse looked at the Grand Elder in confusion, their whole body exuding a murderous intent.

For many years, it was the first time the Zilan Sect had been challenged like this—right at the gate, a core disciple was killed, and both the City Lord of Zilan City and the Grand Elder were wounded.

"Don’t be rash. It’s not hard to take revenge. These two young people both have Holy Soldiers. First, find out who they are before acting, so as not to provoke someone we shouldn’t."

Wei Fan and Feng Hua, despite their young age, had a formidable cultivation and both wielded Holy Soldiers, which subdued him.

Though the Zilan Sect is powerful, there are still many forces they cannot provoke. While dignity is important, it’s crucial not to offend those who shouldn’t be provoked. Most importantly, the Zilan Sect’s Martial Saint has gone to the Wilderness, so everything must be done carefully.

While speaking, he looked towards the City Lord of Zilan City in the distance: "Why aren’t you getting over here to tell us what happened?"

...

"No one’s coming after us, but your injuries can’t be delayed!"

A little while later, Wei Fan brought Feng Hua to land in a mountain area, finding a cave on a cliff to hide in.

Feng Hua’s injuries were more severe than he had imagined. After all, the opponent was the Grand Elder of the Zilan Sect, and anyone who could hold such a position must have been a demon in their younger days.

"Focus on healing, I’ll guard you!"

Once Feng Hua sat down, he took out some crafted array banners to set up an array that conceals their aura. This array is something he learned from the expertise in the Guangling Sect’s Martial Saint Arrays. Once set up, even if their aura is collected, it wouldn’t help others sense their whereabouts.

Feng Hua nodded, seated on the ground, and began to heal, while Wei Fan also found a place to sit down.

"My cultivation is still too low. There are too many powerhouses outside the Wilderness!"

His expression wasn’t great. The first battle after leaving the Wilderness ended with him and Feng Hua fleeing—a first for him along this journey.

Though he still hadn’t used the Human Emperor Bell as a trump card, this fact only highlighted his predicament, making him cautious about using it even as a last resort.

In the Wilderness, he had no such concerns; if he couldn’t win, he would just summon the Human Emperor Bell to kill.

It’s all because he’s too weak. Being a Martial King Second Layer might be supreme to ordinary people, but in the grand scheme of the world, it’s still as insignificant as an ant.

Just the Zilan Sect alone has loads of Martial Kings, three or four Holy Soldiers, and even Martial Saint powerhouses in existence.

And the Zilan Sect isn’t even the strongest in the Beiding Continent; there are several sects comparable to the Zilan Sect, and beyond the Beiding Continent, there are even more, and stronger ones.

This is what makes him cautious—his trump cards should be preserved for crucial moments, and revenge can be taken later.

"Then let’s improve!"

He glanced at Feng Hua, who was now in a meditative state, and brought up the panel.

[Scripture of the Three Emperors·Martial King Second Layer]

[Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations: Second Transformation]

[Five Emperors Fist (Beginner)]

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[Ordinary Power: 530,000 years]

[Martial King’s Power: 1,300 years]

On his first day leaving the Wilderness, he had achieved the breakthrough to Martial King Second Layer on his own abilities. Now, over ten days later, considering his performance in the Wilderness, Feng Hua probably wouldn’t suspect if he now broke through to Martial King Third Layer.

"This grudge will be avenged sooner or later, and the mastermind behind it all will be slaughtered eventually!"

Hou Zhijie preferred death over revealing the person behind it, and he didn’t think it was out of camaraderie; most likely, if Hou Zhijie did speak, his death would be even more tragic, a person the Zilan Sect dared not to provoke.

Wei Fan started adding to his Martial King’s Power, but didn’t instantly raise himself to Martial King Third Layer; instead, he added a little each day so it wouldn’t seem abrupt.

After all, even though Feng Hua was fully concentrating on healing, she hadn’t entirely lost her perception of the outside world.

Boom!

Five days later, as Wei Fan’s body trembled, his aura began to soar, and his power surged explosively.

His Primordial Spirit opened its eyes, a storm of will sweeping around him, with power surging like a raging river, frenziedly devouring the Essence Qi between heaven and earth.

"Have you broken through to Martial King Third Layer?" Feng Hua awoke, her eyes filled with shock.

Leaving the Wilderness, this demon Wei Fan was like a dragon returning to the sea, breaking through from Martial King First Layer to Third Layer in just half a month.

Wei Fan smiled and nodded: "Outside the Wilderness truly is a golden age for Martial Dao; cultivation becomes so simple, it feels like there are Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands everywhere."

Feng Hua felt speechless, as this place was just a backwater, an ordinary region—hardly a Grotto Heaven Blessed Land.

If this guy went to a real Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, his cultivation would probably rocket upwards.

"Simple to cultivate?"

Her Dao Heart felt a bit shaken. She was a demon too, yet every step in her journey had been difficult, and she had never found cultivation simple.

"If he hadn’t wasted those years in the Wilderness, even if he’s not a Martial Saint now, he’d at least be Martial King Ninth Layer."

Nineteen years old and at Martial King Ninth Layer or Martial Saint—it’s terrifying just to imagine.

"By the way, how are your injuries?" Wei Fan looked at Feng Hua.