Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 934 - 409: Decisive Victory; Surprise Reward

Just as the Ancient Demon's mind was in turmoil and its aura began to waver!

"Kill!"

The Sword Array, wielded by the Wood Spirit Avatar, descended. A tempest of Sword Qi surged, engulfing the demon.

From every angle, sharp blades rained down, leaving the Ancient Demon with no room to maneuver.

Xuanmo True Monarch, an ancient demon seasoned by countless battles, wouldn't squander such a golden opportunity!

With a peculiar cackle, he unleashed a White Bone Banner. Thousands of spectral wraiths howled forth, their target the Ancient Demon's very Divine Soul!

Meanwhile, Xu Ping's true form commanded the Puppet Array, charging forward like an unstoppable behemoth, crashing with wild abandon!

A three-pronged offensive, each strike a death blow!

The Ancient Demon, already weakened in spirit and its Demonic Qi disrupted by the insect swarm, how could it possibly endure this storm of attacks?

"Roar!"

With a final, desperate bellow, its Protective Demon Light was ripped asunder by the Sword Array, the wraiths, and the charging puppets.

Its demonic form was then instantly consumed, dismembered, and utterly annihilated by the relentless onslaught.

Another Late-stage Ancient Demon, felled!

Xu Ping moved with lightning speed, his hand a blur as he gathered the remnants of the demon's corpse and its scattered essence.

His cold gaze immediately fixed upon the next target—another Ancient Demon locked in combat with Sikong Zhi Yan.

The beautiful woman, though closely engaged with Yun Wei Feng, kept her Divine Sense trained on the entire battlefield.

Witnessing one of her own vanquished so decisively by Xu Ping, her elegant features contorted in grave concern, etched with palpable unease!

Defeat was inevitable.

If she persisted, the Late-stage Ancient Demons under her command would be systematically annihilated by this perplexing young cultivator!

She cast a profound look at Xu Ping, then at Yun Wei Feng.

"Retreat!"

A chilling command, laced with animosity yet tinged with frustration, resonated directly within the minds of all the Ancient Demons.

The remaining demons felt as if granted a reprieve from the jaws of death. Abandoning their current engagements, they fled frantically back towards the Ancient Demon Hall.

"Trying to escape?"

"Leave something behind!"

How could Xu Ping possibly let such a chance slip by?

Instantly activating the Soaring Dragon Technique, he transformed into a blood-red Divine Dragon, moving with incredible velocity. He swiftly pursued a Late-stage Nascent Soul Ancient Demon making a desperate flight.

The Silent Extinction Divine Light and the Puppet Array struck in unison. Two catastrophic forces converged in the void, forging an attack capable of shattering worlds.

That Ancient Demon, paralyzed with terror, attempted resistance but was ultimately slain.

As for the demons who had already reached the safety zone around the Ancient Demon Hall, Xu Ping was far too astute to pursue further.

The other Human Race cultivators, observing this, also refrained from a forceful pursuit.

Nearly all were wounded and utterly spent, acutely aware of the wisdom in not cornering a desperate foe.

With the Ancient Demon Army in full retreat, vanishing into the dense demonic miasma emanating from their Hall, the blood-red setting sun cast its light upon the littered battlefield, strewn with wreckage and fallen bodies.

Following a moment of profound silence, an overwhelming wave of relief and elation surged through the ranks of the lower-level cultivators, a joyous eruption after narrowly escaping disaster.

High above, several Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators descended from their Escaping Lights.

Their breaths were ragged, some bearing visible injuries, blood staining their robes. They promptly consumed precious Pills, assuming cross-legged meditation to regulate their Qi.

Xu Ping, mirroring their actions, produced and ingested two Pills brimming with Spiritual Qi before sitting cross-legged.

While he was indeed quite fatigued, his vast reserves from over four millennia of cultivation and his formidable regenerative capabilities meant this level of exertion was far from critical. A brief period of rest would restore him significantly.

"Fellow Daoists, please join me in the Spirit Ship Conference Hall for a discussion."

A short while later, Yun Wei Feng transmitted telepathically, his Primordial Qi having somewhat stabilized.

None raised any objections. All rose, transforming into streaks of light, and ascended towards the hovering Spirit Ship.

...

Within the conference hall, the atmosphere remained charged with tension, yet a subtle sense of relief, born from surviving a great peril, permeated the space, a stark contrast to the pre-battle tension.

Apart from the unfortunate elder whose physical body was obliterated by the beautiful woman's surprise attack, all eleven Late-stage cultivators were present. Their collective gazes, more or less, rested upon Xu Ping.

Yun Wei Feng addressed Xu Ping first, his voice clear: "Young Friend Xu, this victory owes much to your crucial intervention."

"Had it not been for your divine techniques holding back the Ancient Demon’s peculiar insects and that Divinity Transformation realm monster, we would have been in grave danger today, and the Outer Sea Human Race’s defense line would have completely crumbled."

"In this battle, your contribution stands paramount!"

Upon hearing these words, the expressions of those present varied; their reactions were diverse.

Shan Tianyou’s face was etched with profound gratitude.

As for Xuanmo True Monarch, he wore a deep, contemplative gaze, seemingly engrossed in some internal calculation.

Amidst the chorus of praises, Xu Ping maintained a humble posture, cupping his hands together. "Senior Yun, you are too generous with your commendations."

"I simply, by chance, fulfilled my duty as a Human Race cultivator. It was a minor accomplishment, hardly worth mentioning."

"Without the seniors wielding the supreme treasure to alter the course of the battle, our Human Race would have been no match for the Ancient Demons."

Judging by the merits achieved, he should indeed be ranked first, yet he harbored little intention of basking in self-satisfaction.

This time, he had revealed numerous hidden strengths: the Wood Spirit Avatar, the Silent Extinction Divine Light, the Puppet Array – each potent enough to incite covetous desires.

However, he wasn't overly concerned. Given his current demonstrated might, aside from Yun Wei Feng, who possessed the supreme treasure bloodline, no other major powers within the Outer Sea Human Race could consistently defeat him.

Furthermore, with the looming threat of the Ancient Demons, Yun Wei Feng would likely make every effort to recruit him, making any self-defeating actions improbable.

Nevertheless, recalling the small cauldron, Yun Wei Feng’s supreme treasure, Xu Ping couldn't suppress a surge of uncontrollable heat and envy within his heart.

Supreme Treasure!

A true artifact forged by cultivators of the Divinity Transformation stage, imbued with the Power of Laws.

His Canghua Divine Wood Sword, though a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure of immense potency, paled in comparison to such a supreme treasure, appearing like a firefly before the brilliance of the moon – an immeasurable gulf separated them.