A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 590: Reymon’s Plan P2

Chapter 590: Reymon’s Plan P2

Reymon paused and studied the expressions of his hall elders. He smiled faintly before speaking again.

“Our biggest enemies are the Tree Devils who appear in our world every hundred years. If we want an upper hand in the coming confrontation, the knowledge in Sharang alone won’t be enough. We must also develop a capacity to use magic against the Tree Devils—something they are skilled at.

“To be honest, I have been trying to catch this man ever since I learned of his deeds at Serenity Peak. A large part of the reason I decided against caging or killing that woman was because I wanted her to remain approachable to him.

“When placing a bounty and keeping the hunt active didn’t work, I canceled it so she could let down her guard. That would make Aksai less wary about contacting his maid.

“The only way to make him reveal himself from the shadows is to shake Zinnia’s foundation. I don’t know the exact nature of their relationship, but he clearly cares enough to give her these techniques. So we must use Zinnia to get to him.

“Pressure her until he reveals himself, then capture and question him. If any of my assumptions are wrong, find whoever provided those manuals and take more of them. Do you understand?”

The elders bowed their heads, grim and silent. Reymon’s eyes shone for a moment with something close to hunger. He turned and looked toward the hall’s far windows, where the light from the testing circles still flickered.

“Prepare the teams,” he said finally. “Act as soon as possible. We don’t have the luxury of time—this little rat will disappear into his burrow once he senses a trap.”

The words left the hall like a command cast in stone.

Reymon stood still for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the gathered elders in the hall. Then he turned toward the roster table beside his seat and started flipping through the assignments. His voice was calm but firm.

“Elder Vark, Elder Ishi, and Elder Karn will now take over the task of supervising the inner disciples’ training sessions. Elder Ren, you will temporarily oversee the patrol formations around the western sectors. The rest of you—go back to your original duties.”

The elders exchanged quick glances before bowing and leaving one after another. Soon, only the one-eyed man and the gray-haired woman remained standing in front of him.

Reymon looked at them with a faint smile. “You two stay. I have something to discuss with you privately.”

The hall quieted once the others were gone. Reymon led the two elders through a side passage that extended deep underground. Layer after layer of security formations activated and deactivated as they walked—each one glowing faintly with runic light.

Finally, they reached a heavy metallic door engraved with hundreds of Qi-binding symbols. Reymon placed his palm on it, releasing a steady surge of golden energy.

The door trembled, then began to open slowly, revealing a vast chamber beyond.

It was not just a hall—it was a vault. Rows of shelves lined with jade bottles, spirit crystals, and sealed scrolls stretched across the chamber. The space was filled with dense Qi for some reason, making each breath feel rich and alive.

“Wait here,” Reymon said quietly. He moved deeper into the vault, disappearing behind another stone archway that led further down.

The two elders stood silently, trying not to look too curious. After a while, Reymon returned. This time, there was something different about him. A silver ring gleamed faintly on his right hand, its surface carved with unfamiliar runes that pulsed with soft light.

The one-eyed man couldn’t hold back his curiosity. “My lord, if I may ask… what is that ring you’re wearing?”

Reymon looked at his hand and chuckled lightly. “Ah, this. It’s a storage artifact. I took it from a Tree Devil I killed many years ago.”

The two elders stiffened, their eyes widening in disbelief. Storage artifacts were unheard of in Sharang—only mythical records mentioned such things.

Seeing their reaction, Reymon smiled and lifted his hand. A swirl of silvery light burst from the ring, and in the blink of an eye, two long weapons appeared in mid-air—a spear with a rippling, flame-shaped blade and a curved sword that gleamed like polished moonlight.

The weapons floated gently before lowering themselves into Reymon’s hands. He handed one each to the one-eyed man and the gray-haired woman.

Both elders accepted them reverently, awed by their fine craftsmanship and the way Qi seemed to flow naturally through the metal.

“These weapons,” Reymon said, “are exceptionally Qi-conductive. They can channel your inner energy more efficiently. Consider them gifts for your loyalty and hard work.”

Before either elder could respond, Reymon waved his ring-bearing hand again. Two small fruits appeared this time—golden, radiant, and exuding a faint divine fragrance. The entire vault brightened under their light.

The elders gasped the moment they saw them. Tears filled their eyes as they recognized what they were. Both fell to their knees at once, overwhelmed.

“Golden Rebirth Fruits…” the gray-haired woman whispered, her voice trembling.

Reymon nodded slowly.

“Yes. These fruits will let you safely break through into the Aurous Body Realm, even if the techniques you use are imperfect. And I’ve already given you two of the best martial techniques our Grand Martial Hall has developed. They’ll make your breakthroughs even more efficient when you consume these fruits.”

He paused and sighed softly. “Unfortunately, we can only produce six or seven Golden Rebirth Fruits each year. Without them, even if our martial artists manage to reach the Aurous Body Realm, their foundations would still be tainted by impurities due to our incomplete techniques. That is why we’ve been striving so hard to perfect them.”

As he spoke, his expression hardened. A deep hatred flickered in his eyes. He clenched his fists, his voice trembling slightly—not from weakness, but from fury.

“We need to get rid of our dependency on the Golden Rebirth fruits because mass-producing them just isn’t possible. Not even a divine farmer from legends can pull that off.”

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