Chapter 69: Chapter Sixty-Nine: Bountiful Harvest

Bai Jinghu said with a touch of awe: “Master Yuan’s strength now is so great, he alone can exterminate this brat!”

The Golden-Haired Demon Ape raised his head high, looking down at Lu Fang: “You were also inside the Xuanlight Bubble Barrier—you gained an ancient divine art. Just unleash it! With only charged blade qi, you’re useless!”

Lu Fang smiled faintly: “You three are truly united in hatred. Have you ever considered that if the Golden-Haired Demon Ape is this strong, what if he turns on the two of you?”

Bai Jinghu and Chi Jue froze, instinctively stepping half a pace back.

Lu Fang continued: “Once he kills you two, he’ll seize your unclaimed fortune and heavenly treasures—and blame it all on me. Imagine if you had the Golden-Haired Demon Ape’s strength—wouldn’t you have the same thought?”

“Ignore him!” the Golden-Haired Demon Ape snapped coldly. “Wen Guan Marquis! Your petty schemes of sowing discord—”

Lu Fang cut in: “Don’t get too confident. Suppose you and I fight to the death—and you’re badly wounded. Are you certain they won’t strike at you?”

The Golden-Haired Demon Ape sneered, unwilling to waste time on Lu Fang’s suspicions.

He transformed on the spot into a monstrous form, dozens of zhang tall—a golden-furred long-armed ape—and spoke in human speech: “I’ll lead the assault. The two of you just assist me.”

As his words ended,

the Golden-Haired Demon Ape leapt into the air, his six-chi-long arms descending like a mountain collapsing upon Lu Fang.

Demon races hold an advantage at lower realms because their physical bodies are vastly stronger than those of humans at the same level.

This blow, infused with divine power!

Lu Fang could only evade its sharp edge, letting the Xuan Armor drag him backward, while simultaneously casting Zang Hua Yin—petals rained from the sky, locking onto the Golden-Haired Demon Ape.

“I won’t let you charge up—see how big a wave you can make now!”

Bai Jinghu moved like lightning, swiping a claw at the spot where Lu Fang had just landed.

Lu Fang barely dodged the claw when Chi Jue’s attack followed instantly—Qing Yue’s small sword met it with a sharp clang, and Yan Chixia materialized to duel Chi Jue.

Though merely a book spirit, his mastery of the Ten Thousand Swords Art was more than enough to hold Chi Jue at bay—even if he couldn’t defeat him outright.

BOOM!

Lu Fang evaded the Demon Ape’s twin arms again; the earth where he’d stood cracked into a deep pit. His eyes sharpened as he began charging his Soul Strength.

“Die!”

“Still trying to charge up!”

Seeing this, the Golden-Haired Demon Ape and Bai Jinghu attacked with even greater ferocity.

Lu Fang could use the Xuan Armor to dodge; brief charging wouldn’t hinder him. He swiftly charged ten Soul Strengths and unleashed the Azure Dragon Crescent Slash toward the Golden-Haired Demon Ape.

The Golden-Haired Demon Ape pounded its chest, flames of demonic power roaring around it, divine light flickering in and out. Its massive body slid dozens of zhang from the blade’s impact—yet it held firm.

“Such immense divine power!”

Lu Fang frowned.

He abandoned the idea of wearing the beast down with the Azure Dragon Crescent Slash. Though he could charge while being pulled by the Xuan Armor, once he entered the charging state, he could only flee—no counterattacks possible.

This forced the Golden-Haired Demon Ape and Bai Jinghu to attack without restraint, greatly increasing his pressure.

Lu Fang had always hated being on the defensive. So he stopped, faced his advancing foes, and closed his eyes.

Bai Jinghu believed he’d found his chance and lunged forward.

In that instant, Lu Fang opened his eyes—a powerful momentum surged upward like steam, making pebbles on the ground tremble.

THUD! Bai Jinghu felt his breath choke off, as if a mountain had crushed him—he slammed hard into the earth.

CRACK…

Bai Jinghu’s bones shattered from head to toe; the ground beneath him split open in layers, dirt spraying everywhere. Blood seeped from every pore of his body as he sank deep into a pit several zhang wide.

“That’s the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum of the ancient leader ‘Sui’!”

The Golden-Haired Demon Ape’s expression turned grim.

When this ancient land first opened, the demon and barbarian clans had seen the battle scars left by ‘Sui’ and the Divine People.

Seeing Lu Fang’s ability, they immediately realized he had gained an ancient divine art.

Lu Fang’s long hair whipped upward by the gale, he sensed the momentum on his body, his eyes gleaming with delight.

He had indeed gained the ancient divine art of Heavenly and Earthly Momentum within the Xuanlight Bubble Barrier—a technique to cultivate “Momentum.”

He had barely touched its threshold, yet his momentum had already multiplied several times over—who could possibly stand against him?

The only drawback:

If this divine art was activated early, it left the user in a weakened state afterward—but Lu Fang carried the scent of scholarly qi, which greatly alleviated the side effects.

“One slash—dare you take it?”

Lu Fang raised his hands diagonally upward, gripping tightly as he began charging Soul Strength again—this time, his momentum was several times stronger than before.

The Golden-Haired Demon Ape roared, transforming into a streak of golden lightning, rushing forward to interrupt Lu Fang’s charge.

As soon as it entered within ten zhang of Lu Fang, it regretted it—massive gravity pressed against it, slowing its movements drastically.

No good! There was no way to effectively disrupt his charging now.

“Azure Dragon Crescent Slash!”

Lu Fang shouted as he brought his blade down—time seemed to halt. The Golden-Haired Demon Ape’s eyes bulged as it unleashed every scrap of divine power it possessed.

A piercing sonic boom crackled as the blade qi shattered through the demon’s divine energy.

“No!”

The Golden-Haired Demon Ape had barely time to scream before it was split cleanly in two.

In mere breaths, two great demon races were slain!

Chi Jue’s eyelids twitched violently—he no longer dared to fight. He turned to flee, but suddenly felt crushing gravity pin him in place.

That single hesitation was enough—Lu Fang stood before him like a demonic god, charging Soul Strength once more.

Chi Jue swallowed hard, trembling: “You can’t kill me! I am the Thirty-Sixth Imperial Prince of the Barbarian Court! If you kill me, you’ll surely—”

Lu Fang unleashed a three-Soul-Strength Azure Dragon Crescent Slash, severing Chi Jue’s head clean off. “I already bear the Blood Slaughter Curse—what’s one more barbarian royal bloodline?”

Soon after, Lu Fang picked up the Fortune Stones, absorbing the unclaimed fortune of the two demons and the barbarian, then searched their storage pouches. A brilliant smile spread across his face.

This journey through the Lesser Heaven had yielded great rewards.

He dismissed the Heavenly and Earthly Momentum technique.

Lu Fang’s smile vanished. He collapsed weakly onto the ground, sensing his condition—he sighed bitterly to himself: “Only half a cup of tea’s worth of Heavenly and Earthly Momentum, and I’m this drained?”

He pulled out his last two strands of scholarly qi, swallowed half of one, and finally felt one-third of his strength return. He exhaled in relief.

The Heavenly and Earthly Momentum technique was undeniably powerful—but a double-edged sword. If he couldn’t kill his enemy within a cup of tea’s time, he’d have no capacity left to defend himself.

Even with scholarly qi, recovery took time—and he had no illusion that anyone would let him recover.

That was precisely why he only used it as a last resort.

“I wonder how Lingxiao Daoist is faring.”

After a brief rest, Lu Fang rose and flew northward.