A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 651: Blessing in Disguise P1

Chapter 651: Blessing in Disguise P1

Loken felt hollow as his extreme emotions just disappeared from his mind.

Swoosh. Zoom. Chop.

Some more Wind Blades tore through the air. His body was chopped into many pieces. And yet, his vitality didn’t fade away because of the wood-element roots that wrapped around his trunk.

As he lay on the ground, his chopped limbs scattered around him, something strange began to happen. Soft sounds—almost like plants pushing through soil—rose from each broken piece of his body.

Tiny buds peeked out from the torn flesh. At first they looked like small dark seeds, but then they opened slowly, like waking from sleep.

From the stump of his arm, pale Flowers of Pain bloomed. Their petals shivered with a faint red glow, as if drinking in something unseen.

From his severed leg, thin blue Flowers of Regret stretched out like trembling fingers. Near his ribs, purple Flowers of Hatred unfurled with sharp, thorn-like edges. And from the ragged cut near his shoulder, dull grey Flowers of Bitterness grew, heavy and drooping as if weighed down by something too thick for air.

Each flower fed on something inside him.

Loken could feel it—his anger, his fear, his frustration, his sorrow… all being sucked out piece by piece. The emotions didn’t fade naturally; they were stolen, drained, eaten. He tried to grab onto them, to feel something but his heart was being scraped clean. Every time one of the flowers bloomed fully, a part of him went cold.

Around him, the seven Experts had fallen to the same strange fate. Their bodies shook, but their screams never came. Buds opened along their wounds too—red, blue, purple, and grey flowers blooming one after another. Each plant drank from the emotions inside its host, growing stronger as the people grew emptier.

Aksai stood in the center of it all, his druidic power spreading through the ground like quiet waves. The air smelled of earth, sap, and something sharp and bitter. The flowers responded to his presence, swaying gently, as though obeying a silent command.

The seven Experts struggled weakly, but the flowers drank faster. Their pain turned into petals. Their fear turned into floral colors. Their hatred turned into vines. Their bitterness turned into weight that bent the stems.

Aksai glided through the air and reached the cliff in a single breath. He landed right where Loken had been standing only moments before. His bare feet hovered just above the ground, never fully touching it, as if the earth itself was holding him up.

Loken lay a short distance away, half-conscious, covered in strange blooming flowers. Aksai didn’t look at him for long. For now, Loken was no threat. Aksai simply let out a slow breath and shifted his gaze.

His eyes fell on the seven Experts, all lying on the rocky ground with missing limbs, bloodless wounds, and pale faces. They were the people who had followed him without question, fought for him, and now suffered the worst for it.

Aksai sighed lightly. “Good work, everyone,” he murmured to himself. “Let me handle the rest.”

The ground below him pulsed.

From the earth, dark red wooden roots shot out in smooth, controlled movements. They curled gently toward the severed limbs scattered around the place. One by one, the roots collected each limb with care, as if handling fragile glass.

The experts’ limbs had been burned shut by Loken’s red lightning sword earlier. The wounds were sealed too neatly, leaving no living flesh for Aksai’s druidic power to work with. Because of this, the roots grew tiny wooden stems that extended from their tips like thin needles.

Those stems moved with careful precision as they pressed against each burned wound.

Slowly, the stems poked in and created several fine fresh cuts. Blood began to seep out, warm and alive. Only then did the roots lift the severed limbs and place them back where they belonged.

Fine vines—thin as hair—grew around the limbs and twisted together like threads. They pulled the flesh together, stitching skin to skin and muscle to muscle. Once the vines finished the sewing, they melted into the Experts’ bodies, turning into living tissue.

Aksai closed his eyes and raised his left hand.

A strong wave of vitality poured from his palm and spread across the Experts like warm sunlight. The plant energies rushed into their bodies, healing torn flesh, repairing organs, and washing over every hidden wound they had carried for years.

Bones straightened. Old scars faded. Their life force grew stronger than before.

With a silent command, Aksai called on the Flowers of Bitter Emotions he had created to bloom deeper. The flowers absorbed every trace of pain, fear, anger, and despair from the Experts’ bodies and minds as they healed. The bitter emotions were taken away before they even had time to settle.

It wasn’t easy to rejoin chopped limbs even when high-grade healing spells and Spirit-essence techniques were used.

The methods that worked fast required awful amounts of rare and precious resources and always left hidden injuries. And the methods that worked well without leaving any deformity required a long healing time—often days or weeks depending on the severity of the injuries.

There was no known technique or healing potion in the Dadangar Subcontinent that could help Spirit cultivators grow lost limbs within seconds. It was even more difficult to attach severed body parts without the use of array formations or alchemy techniques.

Even though Emerald Cove Island was rich in resources and wealth, it didn’t have the means to restore seven Foundation Establishment Experts to their prime condition after the kind of mutilation done by Loken. Thus, it was only natural that the seven Experts had lost their will to live and launched suicidal attacks on the enemy.

Aksai’s druidic powers helped him skip all the complicated processes, allowing the seven Experts to regain their limbs and return to peak condition.

One could say that losing their limbs was a blessing in disguise, as Aksai’s druidic powers seeped deep into their bodies and helped them get rid of various impurities while improving their talent a little.

It was almost as if their bodies had been remade—stronger, steadier, and cleaner.

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