A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 701: Obtaining Kalingoot Treasury P1

Capítulo 701: Obtaining Kalingoot Treasury P1

Elder Jian stepped forward, his brows drawn together as he looked at Loken.

His voice was calm, but there was clear displeasure in it.

“Lord Loken,” he said slowly, “didn’t your subordinates inform you that we wanted to renegotiate the terms of our deal?”

Loken stopped smiling and turned his eyes toward Elder Jian, but he did not interrupt.

“At the start,” Elder Jian continued, “we did agree to take only ten percent of Kalingoot’s treasury. But that was before we knew how much this plan would truly cost us. You wanted to deceive both sides, Kalingoot and the Alliance, especially Lord Aksai Everwood. Meanwhile, you left us to deal with all the risks and details on our own.”

He took a breath and waved his hand toward the broken vault behind them.

“Do you know how much it took just to break the third-order formation guarding this place? Millions of Spirit Stones were burned. Rare materials collected by our sect over decades were consumed in one night. Our losses are far greater than what we expected.”

Loken listened quietly. Then he let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

“Well,” he said, a smirk forming on his face, “I still plan to stick to our original agreement. I suggest you do the same. Otherwise, don’t blame me if you leave here with nothing.”

The air grew heavy.

Elder Jian’s expression turned cold. His eyes sharpened as he stared at Loken. He then glanced sideways at the others. Elder Lian and Elder Hao stood nearby. After a brief pause, both of them gave a small nod.

Elder Jian turned back to Loken.

“Lord Loken,” he said in a firm voice, “if you try to pressure us like this, the price you pay will be far more than twenty percent. Are you sure you want to ruin our cooperation and make the Iron Mountain Sect your enemy?”

Loken burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

His laugh echoed across the empty area. He looked at the elders with mockery and amusement mixed in his eyes.

“Do you really think those empty words scare me?” Loken said. “What do you plan to do? Run to the First Supreme and complain?”

He shook his head and sneered.

“He will soon learn that you worked with me to betray Kalingoot. When he rebuilds Kalingoot with the survivors and new allies, do you think your Iron Mountain Sect will still have a place?”

Loken took a step forward, his presence pressing down on them.

“In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he personally visits your sect to repay this betrayal. And without a Core Formation Lord backing you, what can your sect do?”

He looked at them one by one.

“Even if all of you attack me together, even if I stand still and let you strike, you won’t be able to harm a single strand of my hair.”

Loken spread his arms slightly, his smile turning cold.

“With all that in mind, ten percent is already generous. Take it, or walk away with nothing.”

Seeing Loken’s arrogant attitude, Elder Jian looked at Loken without anger or fear. His face was calm, almost gentle, as he spoke.

“Lord Loken,” he asked softly, “is it truly fine to bully and betray someone just because they are weaker than you?”

Loken was taken aback for a brief moment. Then he burst into loud laughter.

“Hahaha!”

His laugh echoed across the ruined area. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped. His eyes turned sharp and cold as he stared at Elder Jian.

“Indeed,” Loken said in a hard voice. “It is perfectly fine to bully and betray the weak.”

He waited.

Loken expected to see fear. He expected despair, anger, or regret on the faces of the Iron Mountain Sect elders. But instead, Elder Jian smiled. Not a warm smile, but a crooked one.

Elder Lian and Elder Hao also smiled. That was when Loken felt something was wrong.

“I’m glad you said that,” Elder Jian replied calmly. “I just wanted confirmation. We were thinking the same thing.”

Before Loken could react, everything changed.

In the same instant, Elder Jian, Elder Lian, Elder Hao, and the other Iron Mountain Sect members moved together. Their bodies twisted and expanded. Their skin turned rough and bark-like. Vines burst out from their arms and backs. Their eyes glowed with a savage green light.

They transformed into woodland fiends. Loken’s eyes widened. Before he could shout or give an order, the fiends lunged forward.

They did not attack Loken. They went straight for his subordinates.

Vines shot through the air like whips. Roots burst from the ground and wrapped around legs and waists. Sharp wooden spikes grew out of living branches and pierced flesh. Blood sprayed as screams filled the night.

The attack was fast and clean. Too fast.

By the time Loken reacted, more than half of his Expert-level subordinates were already dead. Some were torn apart. Others were dragged into the ground by living roots. A few were crushed by thick vines that tightened like iron chains.

“Stop them!” Loken roared in rage.

He raised his hands and began casting Spirit Spells. His aura exploded outward. But it was already too late. For some reason, a part of Loken felt as if his response processing speed had been tampered with.

The woodland fiends suddenly pulled back in perfect order. They retreated to a safe distance in one smooth motion. At the same time, one of them took out a third-order array disk and slammed it into the ground.

Crack.

Cold air spread out.

In the next moment, a huge dome-shaped barrier formed around the battlefield. It was made of thick ice and freezing mist. The barrier sealed the area completely.

Loken’s remaining subordinates were trapped inside.

The Iron Mountain Sect elders stood safely outside the barrier.

Loken attacked the barrier in fury. His spells crashed into it, shaking the dome. Cracks appeared, but they healed almost at once. He could break it, but not quickly.

Not before it was too late.

Inside the barrier, the woodland fiends turned even more savage.

They no longer looked like cultivators.

They looked like true demonic beings.

Blood-red flowers bloomed from their vines and bit into living flesh. Thorny roots pierced through bodies and drained them dry. Thick branches slammed down like clubs, smashing bones. Green and red light mixed together as wood-element Spirit spells filled the air.

Loken watched in shock as his subordinates were slaughtered one by one. Their screams echoed inside the ice dome. And for the first time that night, Loken realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

“This… Why is this happening to me? I… I had planned so perfectly. Who… who the fuc*k set me up?”

Loken’s eyes turned bloodshot. His breathing became rough and uneven. Anger, fear, and frustration crashed together inside his chest.

These emotions were natural. And yet, Loken felt that something was wrong. Very wrong.

He tried to move, to think, to act, but his body did not respond the way it should have. His thoughts felt slow, as if they were sinking in thick mud. His reactions were delayed. Every emotion inside him felt twisted and pushed to the extreme.

His rage burned too hot. His fear clawed at his mind. His frustration crushed his focus.

If this had been any other time, he would have already stepped in. Even if he could not break the barrier quickly, he could have protected his subordinates. He could have guided them, defended them, or at least helped some escape.

But now, he could not even think straight.

“What… is happening to me?” Loken muttered, his voice shaking.

A thought crossed his mind. Poison?

But he had never heard of a poison that could twist emotions like this. No poison he knew could slow the mind, dull reactions, and amplify hatred and fear at the same time.

Then he felt it. Something moved under his skin.

It crawled along his arms and chest. It felt cold and alive. His heart skipped a beat as the strange feeling spread deeper inside his body.

Loken clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. He forced his Spirit Sense inward and began scanning his body. What he saw made his blood run cold. Inside him, small flowers had bloomed.

They were many colors, red, purple, green, and black. Thin vines wrapped around his organs. Roots had grown along his veins and bones. It was as if new organs had formed inside him without his knowledge.

“These… flowers…” Loken whispered in horror.

Fear finally took hold of him. Before he could understand what they were or how they had appeared, pain exploded through his body.

A massive hand burst out of his back.

It was a human-sized hand, but it was not human at all. It was made of dense wood-element Spirit Sense.

Thick vines wrapped around it. Long wooden fingers ended in sharp, green nails. The hand tore through his lower ribcage from behind.

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AN: Aksai began infiltrating the Iron Mountain Sect using a special type of Sentient Fiends in chapter 534.

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