A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 713 713: Gifts P3

Back then, Aksai had only been a mid-stage Spirit cultivator with no well-established organization backing him.

Although he was the owner of Emerald Cove even back then, he was no different from a drifting cultivator in the eyes of the sects from the mainland.

However, the Silver Moon Palace had never imagined that he would rise so fast.

Now, he sat above them as a Core Formation Lord.

The sect mistress straightened slightly and raised both hands. Two elders stepped forward and placed several sealed boxes and jade cases on a floating tray. The aura leaking from them was rich and pure.

“These are small offerings from our sect,” she said. “They include third-order Spirit herbs, refined moon essence stones, and rare materials gathered over many years.”

“Woah! The Silver Moon Palace is willing to offer refined moon essence stones? Aren’t they a part of the core inheritance of the sect?”

“They… they must be really scared of Lord Aksai visiting them someday on the mainland in person so they decided to get exploited by him willingly. Hahaha!”

Some guests gasped softly. Even the Lords glanced at the items.

It was clear that this was not a light gift.

In truth, the sect mistress had nearly drained the Silver Moon Palace’s reserves. These were resources saved over tens of years. But she had no choice.

She bowed again, even deeper than before.

“Lord Aksai,” she said, her voice steady but heavy, “there were conflicts between our sect and you in the past. Those matters brought harm and resentment to both sides.”

She paused for a moment.

“But the past cannot be changed. Today, I came here not to argue right and wrong. I only wish to resolve old grudges.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped them together.

“I ask Lord Aksai to let bygones be bygones and spare the Silver Moon Palace.”

The hall was silent.

Everyone watched Aksai.

The sect mistress held her bow, not daring to look up. She knew very well that if Aksai wished, her sect could disappear just like Kalingoot had. Her pride, her status, and even her anger no longer mattered.

Only survival did.

Aksai looked at the gifts, then at the woman bowing before him.

He remembered Jaishin Lake. He remembered Duya Forest. He also remembered how weak he had been back then.

After a short silence, he spoke.

“The past is the past,” Aksai said calmly. “Bai Yu chose his own path. The conflict that followed was a result of many choices, not just one.”

The sect mistress’s breath caught.

“As long as the Silver Moon Palace does not provoke Emerald Cove again,” Aksai continued, “I will not pursue old matters.”

The sect mistress’s body shook slightly. Relief flooded her face.

“Thank you, Lord Aksai,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “The Silver Moon Palace will remember this grace.”

She bowed once more, deeply, before stepping back with her elders.

Whispers spread through the hall again. Another enemy had lowered its head. After all, who didn’t know at this point that the Iron Mountain Sect had also treated Aksai as their enemy at first.

Aksai leaned back in his seat, his gaze calm. To him, this was not mercy. It was simply balance. The world had changed. And so had his position within it.

‘Smart. I guess not all Spirit cultivators are as arrogant as some novels make them out to be.’

A faint smile appeared on Aksai’s face. He felt a quiet sense of amusement rise in his heart.

They had chosen a very direct path to settle their old conflict with him. Gifts. Apologies. A clear show of submission. Aksai found it almost ironic. He could not help but ask himself a simple question.

If he were still only in the Foundation Establishment realm, would the Silver Moon Palace have acted this way?

The answer came without hesitation.

No.

Back then, they would have pressed harder. They would have sent more disciples, more elders, and more trouble his way. They would have acted as typical antagonists that check out all the cliches.

In short, they would never have lowered their heads so easily. Nothing about goodwill or peace would have existed.

Aksai’s gaze drifted over the grand hall. The many eyes watching him. The respectful silence. The careful movements of every sect and faction present.

‘Hmm. Simply becoming a Lord made me immune to a lot of troubles.’

This was the power of status.

His breakthrough into the Core Formation realm had resolved the conflict without him lifting a finger. The Silver Moon Palace had not changed. The world around him had.

Aksai was satisfied with the gifts they had offered today. The resources were valuable. The gesture was clear. For now, this was enough. He had no intention of pushing them further during this celebration.

But that did not mean he had forgotten the past.

If the chance came, he could always ask for more. Quietly. Slowly.

He was specially interested in moon essence stones that the Silver Moon Palace had. He had a feeling that they would be quite useful in his cultivation of the Sun Moon Starts Trifection Tantra.

He could approach the Silver Moon Palace himself, or let the Iron Mountain Sect act in his place. Either way, the choice would be his.

Those matters could wait.

Aksai turned his attention to the elders of the Iron Mountain Sect. He smiled lightly and raised his hand, making a small gesture toward the seats below the platform.

“You may take your seats,” he said calmly.

The elders bowed once more before retreating. The sect mistress of the Silver Moon Palace also felt a heavy weight lift from her chest. She lowered her head in relief and returned to her seat with controlled steps.

As they settled back among the guests, the tense air faded. The celebration moved on, but everyone present understood one thing clearly.

From this day onward, Lord Aksai stood in a place where old grudges could be ended with a smile—or reopened at his will.

The celebration proceeded as usual.

The next person to walk toward the raised platform was a man dressed in simple sword cultivator robes. His steps were steady, but there was a clear tension in his posture.

Aksai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Jian.

Seeing him here truly surprised Aksai.

Jaishin Lake flashed through his mind. That cursed place in the Wild Devil Lands. Back then, Jian had been part of the same group as him and Siya Solaris. Everyone else from that team had died. Only three had survived.

Even though Lini Lowanfield now worked in Aksai’s Enchanted Everwood Farm as a caretaker of the Spirit resources being cultivated there, she was technically not fully alive as she had been turned into a special type of Sentient Fiend. As such, the statement that only three people survived the Jaishin Lake incident from Aksai’s team was still true.

Jian should have died along with his dead teammates. But Aksai’s intervention had saved him at that time.

Haitin Blackblood had wanted Jian dead as well. He had seen Jian as a loose end. A potential problem. At that time, Aksai had stepped in and convinced Haitin otherwise. Killing Jian was unnecessary.

Instead, Aksai had done something else.

He had interfered with Jian’s memories. He had erased and sealed away everything related to Jaishin Lake. The fear. The blood. The choices made there.

Aksai had done it to prevent an inner demon from forming in Jian’s heart. It had also ensured that Jian would never remember who had spared his life.

At least, that was how it was supposed to be. So why was Jian standing here now?

Jian stopped a few steps away from the platform. He took a deep breath and bowed deeply.

“Lord Aksai,” he said, his voice respectful. “Do you remember me?”

Aksai studied him for a brief moment, then nodded once.

“I do.”

Jian visibly relaxed. It was as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted from his chest.

“I’m glad,” Jian said honestly. “I wasn’t sure.”

He straightened his back and continued.

“My Lord, a– allow me to explain. Not long ago, I had an epiphany while practicing the sword. It was sudden. Clear. Like a fog lifting from my mind.”

Jian clenched his fist lightly.

“During that moment, some of my lost memories returned.”

A faint ripple passed through Aksai’s heart, but his face remained calm.

Jian lowered his head slightly.

“I remembered Jaishin Lake. I remembered how ruthless everything felt back then,” Jian continued. “At the time, I thought your actions were cruel. Cold. I couldn’t understand them.”

He raised his head and looked directly at Aksai.

“But now I do.”

Jian bowed again, even deeper than before.

“You made the choice that allowed some of us to live,” he said. “And you spared my life when you had no reason to.”

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