Easy Way of Cultivation: Power Harvesting

Chapter 510 - 292: New Waves Rise, Golden Lion

Feng Hua watched as Wei Zhenwu and the others left, then looked toward the distant ruins of the old Profound Crane Sect, steam still rising, her expression growing heavy.

The Jianghu rumors were not false—Wei Fan hadn’t just destroyed Guangling Sect, but now he’d wiped out Profound Crane Sect too, bringing eternal peace to the Desert Human Race.

This achievement alone was enough for Wei Fan’s name to go down in history, to be remembered for all ages.

"How did he manage to do it?"

She wanted badly to ask how Wei Fan made the Profound Crane Sect turn into a crystallized ruin, but in the end, she held back.

"Miss Fenghua, are you really in such a hurry to go to that place?" Wei Fan said.

He had already shown his annoyance last time at Feng Hua using her methods to track him down, and here she was again, clearly eager to get to that location.

Now that the Human King Bell had advanced to the Human Emperor Bell, he finally had the confidence and didn’t feel as much resistance anymore.

What’s more, now that the Demon Fiends in the wilderness had been purged, the wasteland was no longer suitable for him. Even if Feng Hua didn’t come looking for him, we was planning to seek her out in a few days anyway, to start preparing to leave.

Feng Hua nodded. "That’s right, you must have guessed it too. The place I want to go has fateful opportunities. The Dao Collapse is accelerating, and strong outsiders should have already entered the wilderness. If we wait any longer, trouble might arise."

He knew all too well the nature of those outsiders. A single secret manual could cause a bloody massacre, a single Divine Soldier could turn the world upside down. After the Dao Collapse, when heaven and earth recover, outsiders would’ve already caught wind of this kind of good fortune.

Wei Fan’s eyes narrowed. "There are already outsiders in the wilderness?"

If outsiders had already come, it could stir up a storm.

Because ’outsiders’ didn’t just mean strong humans—it meant Demon Fiends too. The rewards of heaven and earth’s restoration weren’t just for the human race; Demon Fiends would benefit too.

Feng Hua, her features exquisite and aura unmatched, stood in the sky and looked into the distance. "I haven’t run into any, but I’m certain that powerful beings have entered the wasteland. They’re just keeping a low profile like I am, and haven’t been discovered yet.

But your recent actions might just draw some Demon Fiends out. It’s best if you come to that ancient ruin with me immediately. After we’re done, leave. Otherwise, you’ll be in trouble."

Wei Fan frowned slightly. Outsiders’ experts had arrived so fast.

Although the Human Emperor Bell was strong, he had no idea if he could handle a Demon Saint.

As for strong humans, unless related to the sects he’d destroyed, they probably wouldn’t bother him.

Feng Hua seemed to see through his worries and spoke: "Don’t be too concerned. For now, Demon Saints shouldn’t be able to come in. The Dao Collapse Land suppresses everyone—unless their cultivation is even stronger than Qi Daozhen, they can’t resist it. Even Demon Saints will be suppressed to Martial King Third Layer."

Demon Saints wouldn’t dare take that risk. They’ll only break in at the last moment.

"Cultivation gets suppressed?"

Wei Fan really hadn’t known that—at that moment, he almost hoped Demon Saints would cause trouble, so he could slaughter a few and power harvest from them.

He’d thought the worst that would happen to those coming in from outside was that they couldn’t raise their cultivation—he didn’t expect they’d be knocked down to the same level as the strongest in this wasteland.

In that case, there was really nothing to fear. With the Human Emperor Bell, he was invincible here.

Feng Hua nodded. "Correct. I used to have Martial King Seventh Layer cultivation, but as you can sense now, I’m only Martial King Third Layer!"

Wei Fan looked surprised. Martial King Seventh Layer—she was the strongest expert he’d ever met.

From Feng Hua’s aura, she looked about thirty, with Martial King Seventh Layer cultivation—downright terrifying. In the outside world, she was surely one of the monster prodigies.

"What about the things inside the ruins, how do we handle them?"

Wei Fan finally got to the main point. Naturally he had to enter the ruins too—there was no way he’d help Feng Hua open it and call it a day.

Feng Hua said, "I don’t know what’s inside either. Heaven treasures and the like—whoever gets them, gets them. We each rely on our skill and fortune. When it comes to cultivation techniques, if you get one, I want you to copy it for me."

In other words, if Wei Fan got a cultivation technique, she wanted to study it with him. For other things, whatever Wei Fan obtained was his own.

"That’s fair—even generous to me!"

Wei Fan was pleased with this arrangement. In fact, even if Feng Hua wanted more, he wouldn’t mind, since she was the one who’d found the place and even offered him leaving the wilderness as payment.

"Miss, can you give me a few days to prepare? Now that things have come to this, I’d like to completely wipe out the wasteland’s Demon Fiends!"

Wei Fan didn’t intend to leave right away with Feng Hua. First, the Demon Fiends weren’t dealt with yet. Second, if outsiders were entering the wasteland, he was afraid things would get messy and Wei Zhenwu and the others wouldn’t be able to hold the fort.

Second, he wanted to upgrade the Human Emperor Bell before leaving—after all, who knew what kinds of dangers lurked in the ruins Feng Hua spoke of.

Feng Hua nodded. "Alright!"

A few days’ wait was nothing to her. The key thing was, if Wei Fan wasn’t willing to go right now, she had no choice—she trusted outsiders even less than she did him.

Wei Fan’s reputation in the Jianghu was bad, but after careful investigation, people of upright character like him were few and far between.

Suddenly, Wei Fan felt his communication token vibrate in his clothes.

"Something’s happened!"

His heart sank. His token was only linked to Martial Kings like Elder Gongyang—nobody else could be contacting him now.

Elder Gongyang and the others had just parted ways with him. If it wasn’t something serious, they’d never send a message by token.

He quickly took out the token and injected his Heart Spirit. A message appeared in his mind: "I’m being ambushed by a strange Demon King at Celestial Gate Mountain—come quick, the enemy is Demon King Third Layer!"

Elder Gongyang!

The sender was none other than Elder Gongyang.

Feng Hua hadn’t been wrong—outsider experts really had entered the wilderness, and now Demon Kings were interfering.

"Celestial Gate Mountain?"

Wei Fan didn’t know exactly where that was, but he remembered the direction where Elder Gongyang had gone earlier.

"Our Demon Hunter Organization’s Hall Master is being ambushed by a strange Demon King Third Layer expert—I need to hurry to the rescue. Miss Fenghua, I’ll be going on ahead!"

As he spoke, Wei Fan turned into a stream of flowing light across the sky, running the Flowing Clouds and Clear Wind Step to its limit.

Elder Gongyang was a Martial King Second Layer powerhouse. Even though the enemy was just Demon King Third Layer, these experts from outside might have suppression on their cultivation—who knew, outside, he could have been Demon King Eighth or Ninth Layer.

Even with suppressed cultivation, you couldn’t treat them just like the wasteland’s Demon King Third Layer. If he was late, Elder Gongyang might well be killed.

"Where did this Demon King come from, and with Third Layer cultivation? Elder Gongyang, you better not be joking!"

"We just had a woman looking for Wei Fan, and now a Demon King Third Layer pops out."

"Hold on, I’m on the way!"

"Get to Celestial Gate Mountain now—Elder Gongyang is the Hall Master, he wouldn’t joke about something like this."

...

Messages flashed in the token one after another—it was clear only Elder Gongyang had run into the outsider Demon King.

"Hold on! Run toward the Profound Crane Sect ruins, I’m coming!"

Wei Fan sent off this message, then put the token away, not sure if Elder Gongyang still had time to read it.

He felt a surge behind him. Wei Fan turned—Feng Hua had caught up as well.

"Formal introduction: I’m also a member of the Demon Hunter Organization!" Feng Hua smiled. "If the Hall Master is being hunted, none of us can stand aside!"

Wei Fan was stunned. He’d already pushed Flowing Clouds and Clear Wind Step to Perfection on his panel, but he still couldn’t match Feng Hua’s speed.

Every step Feng Hua took lit up the void, leaving behind a footprint of light.

"There’s a Demon Hunter Organization in the outside world too?"

What shocked him more was Feng Hua’s words.

Feng Hua nodded. "Of course. Did you think the wilderness was the only place with a Demon Hunter Organization?"

Wei Fan nodded. He really did think only the wasteland had Demon Hunters—after all, legend said Xuanyuan Peak’s seniors crossed into the wastes two thousand years ago, and only then did the Demon Hunter Organization appear. "Was the Demon Hunter Organization outside also founded by the senior at Xuanyuan Peak?"

Feng Hua looked a bit surprised. "You know about Xuanyuan Peak?"

Wei Fan shook his head, then recounted what he’d heard about Xuanyuan Peak from Elder Gongyang. Judging by Feng Hua’s face, Xuanyuan Peak had quite a bit of fame outside.

"No wonder you thought there was no Demon Hunter Organization outside. I didn’t expect Xuanyuan Peak’s senior to have come to the wasteland two thousand years ago and established the Demon Hunters here!"

She showed a trace of reverence. "The Demon Hunter Organization has existed from immemorial times. No one knows how far back—we can’t trace it. It wasn’t founded by Xuanyuan Peak’s senior!"

She had always thought the Demon Hunter Organization had existed in the wasteland forever. She’d had no idea that it appeared after Xuanyuan Peak crossed over two thousand years ago.

"But in the outside world, Xuanyuan Peak’s senior was also a member of our Demon Hunters!"

Wei Fan looked curious. "Then who founded the Demon Hunter Organization in the first place—can even that not be traced?"

Feng Hua nodded. "Some say it was the Three Sovereigns, some say the Five Emperors. The truth is, no one knows..."

Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors?

Wei Fan was stunned, ready to ask more, but just then, two king-level auras surged through the heavens and earth.

"We’re getting close to the battlefield!"

Killing intent blazed on his face as his eyes swept ahead. He saw Elder Gongyang covered in blood, his King-level body battered, fleeing as a man chased him down.

The man’s hair was thick and wild, his frame was huge and mighty, and he radiated a peerless, overwhelming aura.

He had a lion’s head, his mane golden and curly, billowing wildly in the wind like crashing waves.

The most striking thing was his war chariot, beneath his feet—carved with the image of a hundred demons crawling beneath stars. He exuded the might of the King of Ten Thousand Demons.

He stood atop the chariot, relentlessly hammering Elder Gongyang from behind with massive palms.

"It’s the Golden Little Lion King!" Feng Hua’s expression shifted. She recognized the lion demon at once—he was the Little Lion King of the Golden Lion Race.

The Golden Lions were among the most powerful Demon Fiend bloodlines—in the outside world, as long as their offspring survived and matured, they could condense a Divine Soul and, with a bit of talent, eventually become a Demon Venerable.

This Golden Little Lion King was the direct son of the Golden Lion King, a renowned genius among Demon Fiends.

His father, the Golden Lion King, was a legendary Demon Saint of supreme power.

"Even if his old man shows up, he’ll die all the same!"

Wei Fan roared. Elder Gongyang’s miserable state ignited his murderous rage.

"Beast! Hurt him again and I’ll wipe out your entire race!" His voice thundered like a storm across the heavens.