A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 609: Side-effects of Devil’s Den P1

Chapter 609: Side-effects of Devil’s Den P1

Aksai was not the type to underestimate anyone.

Reymon had been cautious — but Aksai was thorough with his captives. He had restricted them in so many ways that not even Reymon himself would have been able to free them in a short span.

This was his way of making sure no one escaped or tricked him. No one stabbed him in the back after the battle was over. After all, he had read many stories in which the villains turn the tables on the lead because of the latter’s carelessness.

At this point, the demonic farmer had undone his druid transformation, regaining his usual appearance.

He stood in front of his captives quietly, his eyes scanning the bound figures. He studied each of them, from the weak trembling of Jin’s shoulders to the faint flicker of golden Qi struggling to resist the vines around the Aurous elders.

“You all fought well,” Aksai said softly. His voice was quiet, but it carried through the silent field like a whisper of wind. “Reymon must have believed you were enough to end me.”

He let out a small sigh and looked around at the carnage surrounding him. “But belief,” he said, almost to himself, “isn’t the same as truth, is it?”

He waited for an affirmation but nobody answered, which annoyed him.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he asked coldly, his tone sharp enough to cut through the silence. His eyes narrowed, moving from Jin to Wen and then to Lin, as if expecting an answer from one of them.

When none of them responded—only their eyes moving weakly in his direction—Aksai frowned and then suddenly slapped his own forehead. “Ah, right,” he muttered, sounding more annoyed with himself than with them.

He raised his hands and quickly formed a series of Mudras. In the next moment, Jin, Wen, and Lin felt a sudden warmth spread across their faces and throats.

The tightness that had held their jaws shut eased slightly. Their eyelids fluttered as they found themselves able to blink again. Their breathing deepened, their lungs finally able to take a full breath. When they tried to speak, their voices came out rough but clear enough.

Aksai gave them a mock glare. “Haah! My bad. I was expecting you three to talk without me loosening your restrictions. Why didn’t you say something?” he asked in a half-complaining tone.

Jin, Wen, and Lin exchanged bewildered looks. Their faces were pale and exhausted, but they all shared the same expression — disbelief. Was this man serious?

Aksai noticed their reactions and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Kekeke. I was only kidding,” he said lightly, spreading his hands. “Can’t a student even joke with his beloved ex-teachers anymore? What has this world of martial arts come to?”

He laughed softly for a few moments, as if enjoying his own humor, but then his laughter faded. His posture straightened, and his tone shifted back to calm seriousness. He brushed off his robes, adjusting the collar as he composed himself. Then he coughed once, clearing his throat.

“Forgive me,” he said, his voice taking on a more reflective tone. “You see, I never get to use my bloodline powers back in my homeworld. If I did, I’d be hunted down in no time. There are monsters there who can tear through the Devil’s Den with their bare hands.”

He paused for a second, his gaze distant. “But here… here I can use my powers however I want. No one to stop me. No one is strong enough to label me a monster and make me pay for it.”

He smiled faintly, almost wistfully. “I mean, you can still call me a monster if you like—but there’s no real consequence for me anymore. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.”

Aksai looked around at the battlefield — the broken vines, the still bodies, the ruined weapons — and sighed softly. “After killing so many people, I feel lighter now. As if I’ve finally vented everything I’ve been holding inside for years.”

He looked back at the trio, his expression oddly serene for someone standing in a field of death. “So my mood’s actually quite good tonight,” he said with a faint smile. “And since I’m in such a generous mood, I think I’ll share some good news with all of you… so that you can feel a little better too.”

His eyes moved across the remaining survivors. He smiled at them, his expression calm but unreadable.

“Congratulations,” he said suddenly, his voice echoing softly across the field. “Since you have survived till now, you won’t die. At least not tonight.”

He spread his hands and grinned. “Isn’t that good news for all of you?”

Then he started laughing. It was not loud or wild at first, but it grew, rising into a strange mix of amusement and relief. He even clapped his hands once or twice, as if applauding the survivors for lasting this long.

But as his laughter faded, something odd began to stir inside him.

Aksai felt his emotions twisting all at once. There was satisfaction — the deep, heavy satisfaction of wiping out his enemies. There was pride, too — a fierce pride that came from defeating Aurous Artists single-handedly.

Yet beneath that, anger began to bubble, directed at Reymon for sending so many fighters against him when he himself had not sought the Grand Martial Hall for revenge.

And hidden under it all was fear. A sharp, quiet fear of what might have happened if he had not come to Sharang so well-prepared this time. The thought of losing everything — his work, his plans, his people — made his hands tremble slightly.

’Hmm? What kind of state am I in now?’

For a moment, Aksai thought something inside him was off. His emotions were swinging wildly, overlapping and fighting for space in his chest. A part of him whispered that he was losing control.

But another part — the stronger part — simply enjoyed it. It enjoyed the feeling of power, of victory, of finally letting go.

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