I gain ten years' worth of cultivation every day, and even geniuses will only see my doorstep!

Qin Yuan was trapped in the formation. Four men attacked simultaneously, four swords thrusting from four directions. Qin Yuan parried with his bone spikes, blocking two, but the third pierced his left ribs, and the fourth pierced his right leg. He didn't cry out; instead, he swept his left arm with bone spikes, forcing the four men back.

He deliberately created an opening, exposing his left rib. One of his teammates, eager for glory, thrust his sword forward. Qin Yuan didn't dodge; the sword pierced the man's left rib. He grabbed the man's arm and used the bone fragment from his severed right shoulder to pierce the man's throat. The teammate fell to the ground, and the formation collapsed.

Qin Yuan killed five people in quick succession. A bone spike pierced one man's skull, a sweeping motion severed another's neck, a backhand thrust pierced another's heart, his left elbow smashed another's nose, and his left knee broke another's spine. The five men fell, their bodies piled together.

The leader and deputy leader fled. They ran very fast, unleashing their full spiritual power, their movements as swift as lightning. Qin Yuan caught up, slamming a bone spike into each of them, and both corpses fell to the ground.

Qin Yuan looted the spoils of war. He had over a thousand source crystals, dozens of bottles of pills, and some magical artifacts and cultivation techniques. He stored the source crystals and pills in his storage ring, discarding the magical artifacts and techniques without even glancing at them. He sat cross-legged and began to heal his wounds. His left rib wound was bleeding, which he bandaged with a strip torn from the corpse. The wound on his right leg was deep; he used bone spurs to sew the flesh back together. Having no needle or thread, he used the tips of the bone spurs as needles and the tendons of demonic beasts as thread. He bit a wooden stick, stitching stitch by stitch. After finishing, he poured liquor on the wound. With a hiss, white smoke rose from the liquor. He didn't cry out.

Qin Yuan deliberately spread the news that he possessed a large quantity of source crystals and was in an abandoned mine in the wilderness. The message was relayed by a cultivator he had released. Three teams, totaling more than twenty people, rushed from all directions and surrounded the mine.

Qin Yuan sat on a large rock at the entrance of the mine. A bone spur from his left arm was embedded in the ground, and he closed his eyes. More than twenty people emerged from the hillside, the woods, and behind the rocks, surrounding him.

"Just him alone? He's got a broken arm and he still dares to be so arrogant?" someone laughed. Qin Yuan opened his eyes and pulled out the bone spur. He leaped off the rock and charged into the crowd. The bone spur swept across, and heads flew up. He was so fast that he was invisible; all that could be seen was a dark shadow weaving through the crowd, and with each pause, a head rolled off.

He didn't defend, only attacked. No matter how many swords slashed at him, he just kept thrusting. One sword pierced one man's heart, the bone spur emerging from his chest, then piercing the throat of another behind him. Two people were impaled on the bone spur; he shook them off and continued thrusting.

More than twenty people, none alive. Corpses piled up like a small mountain, blood flowed like a river. Qin Yuan was splattered with blood, his own and others'. Another crack appeared in his left arm bone, and the wound on his right leg reopened, blood streaming down his leg. He sat on the pile of corpses, took out a piece of dry rations from his storage ring, and took a bite. The rations were stained with blood, but he didn't wipe them off.

More presences were approaching from afar. He waited.

Qin Yuan discovered a source crystal vein deep in the wilderness. The vein was exposed on the surface, with source crystal fragments scattered everywhere, shimmering golden under the red light. There were no faction markers, and no one was mining it. He mined alone, using bone spikes to cut through the rock and extract the source crystals. The bone spikes were very sharp, and the rock was cut through like tofu. In one day, he extracted three hundred high-grade source crystals and over a thousand mid-grade ones.

The news leaked. A spy from the Heavenly Fiend Sect, hiding on a distant hillside, spotted him through binoculars. Qin Yuan didn't pursue, but continued digging.

Three days later, the Heavenly Fiend Sect dispatched a hundred disciples to encircle and annihilate them. Leading the group was an elder at the peak of the ninth level of the Chaos Sovereign realm, with a white beard and white hair, dressed in a golden robe. The hundred-man force marched majestically up the mountain path, their footsteps resounding, causing the ground to tremble.

Qin Yuan leaped out of the mine, his bone spikes sweeping across. The first disciple's head flew off, blood spurting ten feet high. He spoke no words, shouted no words, he simply killed. With each swing of the bone spikes, another fell. The formation of the hundred-man squad was like paper before him.

The elder rushed forward, striking out with both palms, his spiritual energy transforming into a giant hand. Qin Yuan didn't dodge; the bone spur pierced through the giant hand and into the elder's chest. The elder's eyes widened as he looked down at the bone spur in his chest, blood gushing from his mouth. Qin Yuan pulled out the bone spur, and the elder collapsed to the ground.

The entire hundred-man squad was wiped out. Their bodies rolled down the hillside and piled up in the valley.

Qin Yuan didn't go to the Heavenly Fiend Sect; he continued mining. He knew the Heavenly Fiend Sect would come knocking on his door. Three days later, the Heavenly Fiend Sect's sect leader personally led a team of three hundred elite disciples out in full force. The sect leader was a half-step Chaos Origin Emperor, his aura as deep as an abyss; with each step he took, a crack appeared in the ground.

"You killed a hundred of my disciples and seized my mine; today I will take your life." The sect leader's voice was loud and echoed through the valley.

Qin Yuan asked, "Is the mine yours? Is your name written on it?"

The sect leader's face turned ashen, and he slammed down with his palm. Spiritual energy coalesced into a gigantic hand, blotting out the sky and causing the ground to sink under its pressure. Qin Yuan dodged to the side, but the giant palm struck the ground, creating a large crater. Bone spikes pierced the sect leader's ribs. The sect leader deflected the bone spikes with a palm strike and then punched Qin Yuan in the chest with a backhand. Qin Yuan was sent flying, crashing into a large tree and snapping it in two. After the tree broke, he flew a short distance before crashing into a rock, which shattered.

He stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Interesting."

Qin Yuan and the sect leader were locked in fierce combat. The sect leader's cultivation was half a level higher than Qin Yuan's, and his strength was overwhelming, each punch carrying the pressure of source energy. Qin Yuan compensated with speed, his bone spurs aimed specifically at vital points—throat, eyes, and heart. The sect leader grabbed Qin Yuan's bone spurs and twisted them forcefully. The bone spurs cracked and fissures appeared. Qin Yuan did not retreat, but instead used a bone fragment from his severed right shoulder to stab the sect leader's face. The sect leader was forced to release his grip and retreat, and Qin Yuan seized the opportunity to stab three times in quick succession. The first spur pierced the sect leader's left shoulder, the second pierced his right leg, and the third pierced his abdomen.

The sect leader flew into a rage, unleashing a burst of spiritual power with both palms. His source energy erupted like a volcano, blasting Qin Yuan away. Qin Yuan crashed to the ground, the cracks in his left arm bone widening, leaving a bloody mess. He braced himself with his left arm and stood up, but his left hand could no longer hold the bone spur. The bone spur slipped from his hand and embedded itself in the ground.

The sect leader was also severely injured, panting heavily and bleeding profusely. He had a hole in his left shoulder, a hole in his right leg, and a hole in his abdomen, all three gushing blood. The two faced each other, neither daring to make the first move.

Qin Yuan suddenly charged at the sect leader. Not with bone spurs, but with his head. He was so fast the sect leader couldn't react in time, his head slamming into the sect leader's nose. The nose shattered, blood gushed out, and the sect leader saw stars. Qin Yuan bit into the sect leader's throat, tearing off a piece of flesh. Blood spurted from the gaping wound in the throat, spraying Qin Yuan's face. The sect leader raised his hand, intending to slap Qin Yuan's skull, but his hand fell halfway down.

The sect leader clutched his throat, blood spurting from between his fingers. He tried to speak, but his mouth opened only to spew blood bubbles. Qin Yuan picked up the bone spur and walked to the sect leader. The sect leader's eyes widened, filled with resentment, fear, and anger. Qin Yuan pierced the sect leader's heart with the bone spur. The sect leader convulsed a few times, then remained still.