Chapter 78: Total Annihilation and Harvest

At this moment, the final struggling disciple was being hacked into pieces by several White Bone Warriors, as if being torn apart.

“Gu Fan! You are an Evil Ghost, and Heaven will surely punish you! Just wait…”

“I’m not willing! I am a peerless prodigy of Liuli Garden, how could I die here!”

“Hahaha, I saw it, I saw the Upper Realm opening wide, I’m going to the Upper Realm!”

Moments before death, the full spectrum of human emotions came to light.

But Gu Fan showed no mercy.

Cultivation was inherently defying the heavens and crossing turbulent waters. Without stepping stones, these people became his stepping stones.

They could only blame their lack of strength.

Otherwise, wouldn’t Gu Fan have become someone else’s stepping stone?

Next, the only ones left were Wang Qi of Sacred Land Pei Mountain, Yu Feihuang of the Yu Family, and a group from the Jun Family and Mangzhuo Sacred Land.

Altogether, fewer than ten people remained.

At this point, they were all dazed. From the very beginning when a few families arrived first, threatening and mocking Gu Fan and his companion, to the forty-person chaotic battle that followed—

Now, they were back to the start, with only a few factions remaining.

This shift gave them an almost dreamlike illusion.

“Must we all die?”

The one who spoke was Dongye Xiu. He didn’t look at Gu Fan, only said this single sentence.

“This can’t be blamed on the two of us. We originally thought it would be good to lure just one or two. Who would have thought everyone would be so enthusiastic…”

“Heh, your White Bone Warriors are down to just a thousand. Is it really worth it?”

Gu Fan paused, then gave a strange smile.

“No need to worry about that. A mere loss of nine thousand—within one incense stick’s time, they’ll be fully replenished.”

Dongye Xiu looked at Gu Fan with disbelief.

Just what kind of secrets did this youth harbor?

He could feel that Gu Fan was not lying. He truly could replenish his losses in just one incense stick’s time!

“Everyone here holds status and position. I, Gu Fan, won’t disgrace any of you.”

“Farewell, no need to see you off!”

As he spoke, just before everyone’s final desperate retaliation, Gu Fan withdrew from the fray.

The remaining White Bone Warriors surged forward.

One incense stick later.

Only four hundred White Bone Warriors retreated automatically.

Clearly, they had completed their task.

Gu Fan waved his hand to part the group of White Bone Warriors, revealing the scene at the center.

Hmm… a beautiful sight, at least in Gu Fan’s eyes.

“Sigh… another boring day. Lin Yi!”

“Here, here, what’s up?”

“Collect the storage pouches… let’s split the loot!”

“Got it!”

Half a day later.

Gu Fan and Lin Yi sat on the ground, collecting corpses and fallen storage pouches.

Then they forcibly broke the restrictions and began looting the spoils inside.

The two had no concern about anyone else coming to disturb them.

A great battle had just occurred here—only a fool would come now.

Meanwhile, Gu Fan had killed over forty people. Counting those who might have already fallen, there were likely no more than a dozen people left in Little Min Mountain.

“Holy crap, Brother Gu, you’ve really struck gold this time!”

Lin Yi didn’t think he was entitled to any of this loot. After all, he had barely participated in the battle.

Once he witnessed tens of thousands of White Bone Warriors swarming the battlefield, he had done nothing but spectate from the sidelines.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried—it was simply that Gu Fan was too monstrous.

With a single move, he unleashed tens of thousands of Spirit Sea Realm White Bone minions. Who could possibly withstand that?

“Not bad. If this much hadn’t dropped, then my little bone brothers would’ve died in vain. After all, these were the top disciples of their sects. This kind of wealth is to be expected.”

Gu Fan beamed at the pile of spirit stones and treasures stacked like a small hill before him.

Just the spirit stones alone nearly totaled one hundred fifty thousand, with a wide array of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure to aid cultivation.

Altogether, selling everything would easily fetch over five hundred thousand spirit stones.

At this moment, Gu Fan’s smile was harder to suppress than an AK’s recoil.

After a while, Gu Fan tossed a portion over to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi glanced over the items and casually kept a few pieces of Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure that were useful to him, tossing the rest back.

“I’d feel bad taking too much. These few are useful to me, so I’ll shamelessly keep them. The rest you can have.”

Gu Fan paused for a moment, then simply let it be.

What made being around Lin Yi comfortable was precisely this.

Straightforward, with no need for formalities.

Just like how Lin Yi didn’t feign politeness when he saw something that suited him, and since he didn’t want the rest, Gu Fan wouldn’t insist.

“Are we going to set another trap to lure people in later?”

Gu Fan shook his head.

“The same method only works once. The commotion just now must have alerted the others. They’ll definitely be extra cautious now.”

“True. But it’s still a good outcome to take care of so many at once. We’ll slowly find the rest…”

“No.”

Gu Fan casually took out a Sacred Land Spiritual Fruit, which contained an abundance of spiritual energy and nourishing power.

No wonder those Sacred Land Holy Sons had such astonishing strength from a young age.

If they ate these things every day, even pigs would gain intelligence.

“We’ll just head straight to the exit and wait. Once time’s up, everyone has to return. We’ll kill them there.”

“Alright, I’ll follow your lead.”

After making their decision, the two fastened all the Storage Pouches onto themselves, just like when they returned from the Autumn Wild Hunt of the Great Qian Dynasty.

It was all about showing off, like a nouveau riche.

Gu Fan had a whole circle of pouches hanging from his waist, and still couldn’t hang them all.

The rest were all strapped onto Lin Yi’s waist.

These Storage Pouches could fetch quite a few Spirit Stones later.

……

At this moment, outside Little Min Mountain.

All the elders of the various factions were intently watching the movements within Little Min Mountain.

Although no one could enter due to the barrier.

Their line of sight could pass through freely.

They could see the continuous rise of combat techniques within Little Min Mountain, and from the moves, judge which factions were clashing.

And just a moment ago—

All the sect leaders had been stunned by a beam of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

That light pillar held immense power.

The violent spiritual energy and destructive force it contained were already beyond the scope of the Primordial Yang Realm.

“Which sect’s disciple was that? To actually unleash an attack of the True Yang Realm?”

“Not sure. Even we wouldn’t dare underestimate such a strike—it’s terrifying.”

“Indeed. But to be forced into unleashing such power, their opponent must be just as terrifying.”

“When the two beams clashed just now, the opposing one emanated an evil aura—likely someone from the Demonic Path.”

The elders discussed among themselves.

The elder from Mangzhuo Sacred Land, however, furrowed his brows.

“That strike just now was the personal secret technique of our Sacred Land’s Holy Son, Dongye Xiu.”

The moment he said this, everyone turned to look at the old man.

“But to unleash such power, at least twenty to thirty people would have to continuously channel spiritual energy into our Holy Son…”

Everyone exchanged glances.

Finally, someone asked:

“Then what you mean is, that attack just now was launched by your Holy Son, assisted by at least twenty other disciples?”

“Correct…”

Everyone collectively gasped.

What did this mean?

It meant that Mangzhuo Sacred Land, along with twenty or thirty other disciples, had run into serious trouble.

So much so that they had no choice but to join forces.

Of course, with the prideful nature of these disciples, they certainly wouldn’t have agreed to cooperate right away. They must have fought for a while first.

Only after realizing that even combined, they stood no chance of winning—

Not only no chance—perhaps even facing certain death!

Only in such a situation would these prodigies be forced to channel their spiritual energy together to Mangzhuo Sacred Land’s Holy Son, resulting in that One Punch of True Yang!

But… just which disciple could possess such strength—

To force so many prodigies to band together in resistance!

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