A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 638: Investing in the Future to Take the Martial Arts Civilization Forward P2
Chapter 638: Investing in the Future to Take the Martial Arts Civilization Forward P2
“I already laid my foundation in the path of body cultivation.
“But if someone starts using the Qi Shell from the Bronze Body stage,” Aksai said, “maybe a new kind of martial arts will be born in Sharang. A path that belongs to your world, not borrowed or copied.”
Aksai pointed at the journal again.
“The improved Brain Bonsai Formation is in there too. You must have recognized its importance. Use it. With it, you can create hundreds if not thousands of techniques based on the three perfected Aurous techniques I gave you.
Then you can make the other martial artists come up with their own versions as well. It will give rise to clashes of ideas. And from these clashes, a new civilization would rise.”
His eyes softened, and his smile became calmer, almost warm.
“Redefine martial arts of Sharang, Reymon. Build a system that even ordinary martial artists can reach. Make a path that the whole world can walk.”
Aksai stepped back and folded his hands behind his back.
“As for me, I’ll also search for what lies beyond the Aurous Realm. I will probably walk a different road from yours, but that’s fine. In a few decades, I want to see the martial world you create. And I will show you the answer I arrive at too.”
He paused, then added with a faint laugh.
“Who knows? Maybe you’ll inspire me… and maybe I’ll inspire you as well.”
Reymon sat there, holding the journal tightly, feeling as if his entire future had just shifted into something far bigger than he had ever imagined. It really made him feel like he was a frog in a well thinking about insignificant things.
The Spirit farmer then decided to take his mentor role seriously.
He sat down on the flat stone floor and motioned for Reymon to sit across from him.
Reymon sat with a straight back, trying his best to appear calm, though he was still adjusting to the strange feeling of calling someone much younger than him “master.”
Aksai, however, was already deep in thought.
“Reymon,” he said, tapping a finger against his knee, “there are some ideas I came up with before… theories, you can say. I never had the time or the right people to test them. But now, with you here, maybe we can actually try them out through you.”
Reymon listened closely. His eyes were fixed on Aksai, and he didn’t dare interrupt.
Aksai drew a simple diagram in the dirt. “The corrupted druids use Spirit power in a twisted way. Their spells rely on sudden bursts and unstable flow. If you want to counter them, you need the opposite. You need steady flow, firm control, and a mind that doesn’t shake even when your Spirit essence is shaking inside.”
He lifted his hand and sent a small wisp of Spirit light floating above his palm.
“The Spirit essence in Sharang is scarce at best. It is not enough to develop a Spirit-essence-centric civilization in a usual way. But that doesn’t mean you can’t make use of that path.
The path of Spirit essence can still be used as long as you find the right medium to harness the Spirit essence that is contained in powerful resources. For example, the corrupted druids make use of the Demon Tree as a medium to cast their Devil’s Den. By doing this, they create a special environment conducive to all the Spirit spells they can use inside the Den.
As such, you must learn to hold Spirit energy without letting it pulse out of control. Here… these are some Spirit spells I wrote down.”
Aksai took out a thin booklet from his storage ring. When Reymon opened it, his eyes went wide. There were dozens of spells inside—each clean, clear, and suited perfectly for his own type of Spirit power.
“These will fit your talent,” Aksai continued. “Use them to train yourself first. Once you master them, teach others in Sharang. Sharang needs people who can stand against the corrupted druids. If we prepare them early, the future will not suffer the way we did.”
Reymon felt a weight settle in his chest—heavy, but not painful. It was the weight of duty. “I will do it, Master,” he said quietly.
But Aksai wasn’t done.
He pulled out another set of scrolls, thicker and older. “These,” he said, “are Spirit cultivation techniques. With them, you can raise a group of Spirit cultivators specially trained to stop the corrupted druids’ spells. Their way of training will be different from yours or the special forces of Spirit cultivators that you raised in the past. They will focus on using the Spirit essence through various mediums and breaking spells from the inside.”
Reymon touched the scrolls with both hands, almost afraid they would vanish. He didn’t know, and Aksai didn’t know either, that this group that he would later form would one day become known as sorcerers in Sharang.
Reymon didn’t know that the strength they gained would challenge the martial artists for generations long after his departure from Sharang. He didn’t know that their conflict would eventually push the entire martial arts world forward.
At this point, the two of them were lost in their long discussion.
Hour after hour passed. They spoke about spells, training, the future, dangers, and solutions. At some point, the night sky turned pale. Birds began to chirp. Aksai was still explaining something about Spirit flow when a voice called out.
“Master.”
Aksai froze.
Reymon turned around and saw Zinnia standing by the entrance, her eyes cold and full of hate. Her body was tense, her jaw tight. She stared at Reymon as if she wanted to tear him apart.
Aksai sighed as he looked at Zinnia.
He had forgotten the time. He had told Zinnia to come the next morning, and she had arrived exactly as instructed. And now she was here, facing the man she rightfully blamed for the deaths of her disciples and members of her martial school.
Aksai closed his eyes for a moment. A headache was already forming.
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