A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 529: “Warrior’s Pride? What Is That? Can You Eat It?” P2

Chapter 529: “Warrior’s Pride? What Is That? Can You Eat It?” P2

Aksai looked back at the lady elder and pointed a finger at her.

“And where was your warrior’s pride when you and the other elders ambushed me in the dead of night? Where was your honor when you all teamed up on me, thinking I was just a weak little drifting cultivator who was foolish enough to fall in your trap?”

He lowered his hand again and gave her a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Honesty is a two-way street, Miss Sect Elder. I’d be a fool to play fairly with cheaters just because of something as laughable as ‘warrior’s pride.’ If the game is rigged, then I’ll rig it right back and make sure it ends on my terms.

This was why, even when everything was going my way, I chose to take you out by surprise in the end. A warrior’s pride has nothing to do with it. So me having that thing wouldn’t have changed my behaviour or my actions in any way.

I merely chose to not underestimate my enemies– like any sane Spirit cultivator is supposed to do when they are out and about. Do you think everyone enjoys the privilege of being protected by their sect’s prestige like you? Do you think you have a special right to expect a warrior’s pride from your opponent just because you belong to a powerful sect?

If you ask me, being part of a sect has blinded you from seeing the obvious holes in your own statements. I don’t have any doubt in my mind that you genuinely feel that you have been wronged. It’s not because I used my puppets or deceived you at the last moment.

It’s because you think someone like me should give up all the advantages they have and beg you for your mercy just because you are a part of an influential organization in Dadangar Subcontinent. I think no drifting cultivator stood a chance against you once they became your enemies. So your mind was made to think in a certain way.

Humans are slaves of their habits. They tend to take certain things for granted whenever they are involved in a routine. So I don’t have the reason to hate you for developing a contempt for the drifting cultivators.

That being said, I don’t have to meet your expectations of me. I’m happy to break all your assumptions of drifting cultivators for the first and last time in your life.”

The lady sect elder stared at him in silence, her mouth slightly open. Her face shifted through a wave of emotions—shock, guilt, anger, regret. She looked like she wanted to say something, to argue, to scream again.

But in the end, she said nothing.

She let out a long, tired breath and lowered her head, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Her eyes shut tightly, and she sighed, the sound soft and bitter.

“Alright,” she whispered. “I don’t want to fight you anymore…”

Aksai didn’t speak. His eyes no longer held any warmth.

“I— I lost everything. My youth, my life force… I don’t even want to live anymore. Just… make it quick,” she said, lowering her head.

Aksai stood before her. “I will,” he said softly.

His silver Qi surged again. He raised his hand, fingers stiff like daggers. Then, in one smooth motion, he jabbed his hand into her chest.

Her body shook, but she didn’t scream. She didn’t even resist. A moment later, he pulled her heart out and let her body fall over, crumpling like a broken doll.

Four hearts. Four bodies. And not a single Spirit spell cast.

The lady sect elder lay on the ground, her body cold and drenched in blood. Her chest rose and fell slowly, weakly, each breath more painful than the last.

Her face was pale, her lips trembling. But her eyes—those fading, bloodshot eyes—still held a hint of defiance as she looked up at Aksai.

“You… you won’t get away with this, Aksai Everwood…” she whispered, her voice low and hoarse. “The Iron Mountain Sect… they’ll know what you did… what you dared to do…”

She gave a small, twisted smile that cracked the dried blood at the corners of her mouth.

“The sect would have chosen to work with you… if you had just agreed to share a bit of your profit… from those mainland trade deals,” she said with a cough. “But now… cough, cough, cough—”

Blood sprayed from her mouth, spattering the dirt beneath her face. Her body twitched as she coughed again, a shaky hand trying to wipe the red smear from her lips, only to smear it further.

“But now… you’ve cut off the only path to peace… not just for yourself, but for your little home too… Emerald Cove.” Her voice was weaker now, but still carried venom. “If we can’t have it… we’ll destroy it.”

She gave a sick laugh.

“Hehehe. The Iron Mountain Sect is the Iron Mountain Sect… because we crush our enemies with iron fists… heavy as mountains.”

Her eyes locked onto Aksai’s. “You’ll pay for this, Aksai. I’ll be waiting for you… on the other side. I know you’ll join me there soon.”

The blood from her chest wound gushed out more freely now, soaking the ground around her like a red lake. Her breaths turned shallow.

Aksai crouched beside her and looked down with a lazy smirk.

“Iron Mountain Sect is coming for me?” he said with a short laugh. “You got it all wrong, bitch.”

He leaned in a little closer, his voice casual, almost cheerful.

“I’m coming for the Iron Mountain Sect.”

His words hit harder than any strike.

“You already know how I deal with my enemies,” he went on. “Do you think I’ll wait around like some naive fool? Do you think I’ll stand proud on a mountain peak, yelling about justice and fairness like a storybook protagonist?”

He chuckled again, this time darker.

“No. I believe in defensive offence. I’ll hit them first. Before they can even plan. I’ll tear them apart from the inside. I’ll use poison, puppets, betrayal, whatever it takes. And for every elder I kill, I’ll take their heart.”

His silver Qi flickered around his fingers as he spoke.

“Some of them I’ll turn into my puppets. And I’ll use those puppets to kill even more of your people. One by one, they’ll fall. Until there’s no sect left to call Iron Mountain anything.”

He stood up and looked out into the trees, as if already picturing the path ahead.

“Like I said… I’m not a warrior. I’m not some chosen protagonist. I’m just a Spirit farmer. I grow things. I harvest things. And pests like your sect?” He turned his head slightly, just enough to flash a grin back at her. “They get weeded out.”

He looked down at her again, eyes cold.

“Your little threat doesn’t scare me. It excites me. Because now, I finally have new test subjects. And I’ve been needing high-grade samples for a while. Hehehe.”

He started laughing in a cold and composed manner. The kind that made the hairs on your neck stand up.

The elder’s heart sank.

She had thought she was ready for death. She had thought that nothing else could frighten her.

But Aksai did.

Even as her vision darkened and her soul slipped away, she trembled—not from the pain, but from him.

‘I’m sorry…’ she thought as her eyes fluttered shut. ‘Fellow sect members… please… run away… A demonic farmer is coming to reap your lives…’

And with that final thought, her breath left her body, and she was gone.

Hot water can freeze faster than cold water.

This odd effect is called the Mpemba effect, and scientists are still debating exactly why it happens.

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