A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 735 735: 3rd Order Red Horn Boars

Aksai walked forward.

Stone shelves and sealed cabinets lined the walls.

Some were broken, their contents long gone or turned to dust. Others were still protected by simple Spirit locks that had weakened with time.

Aksai broke them one by one.

Inside the cabinets were jade slips, Spirit scrolls, and metal boxes engraved with poison seals. He picked up a jade slip and sent his Spirit Sense into it.

Poison-based Spirit cultivation techniques.

Another jade slip contained detailed poison-based Spirit spells. Some focused on spreading poison through mist. Others worked on direct contact or through Spirit waves or even Spirit Sense. A few even targeted the soul using slow and silent poison attacks.

Aksai stored everything without delay.

Spirit artifacts came next.

Poison needles, mist bottles, Spirit banners, and even a few damaged flying blades coated with dried poison marks. Most of them were only at the outer sect level, but even so, their designs were valuable.

There were plenty of 1st and 2nd Order artifacts along with a few 3rd Order ones. Some artifacts had lost their usability completely. Others still held a weak pulse and could be repaired or studied.

Then came the consumables.

Aksai opened several boxes and frowned slightly.

Many Spirit pills had turned black or crumbled into powder. Poison liquids had dried up or lost their balance. Precious and rare Spirit herbs had withered beyond use.

Time had not been kind to these things.

Still, not everything was useless.

A few sealed bottles remained intact. Inside them were thick poison liquids that still gave off strong Spirit waves. Some Spirit herbs, preserved in special containers, had only lost part of their effect.

“These can still be used,” Aksai said calmly.

Nuri marked each usable item and recorded its condition.

Aksai then moved deeper into the treasury.

Each shelf he cleared added more value to his harvest. Even the ruined items taught him something. Their structures, seals, and storage methods were lessons on their own that he recorded onto Nuri’s memory without delay.

By the time he reached the far end of the hall, his storage ring was already much heavier, metaphorically speaking. He even started to send a few Spirit resources directly inside the Enchanted Everwood Farm.

Aksai stopped and looked back at the treasury one last time.

“This is only the outer sect’s storage,” he said and smiled to himself. “Kekekeke. If this is the main course, then the inner sect’s treasury must be the real feast.”

With a wave of excitement and greed building inside his mind, Aksai retraced his steps through the stone paths and broken halls. He followed the faint sounds of battle echoing through the cave.

Soon, the wide chamber opened before him.

Grisham was in the middle of the fight, his woodland body moving like a storm of roots and vines. Wooden spears formed and shot out from his arms, piercing poison skeletons and shattering their bones. Heilam stood not far from him, casting Spirit spells again and again, using fire, wind, and soul-based attacks to slow the enemy down.

Around them, woodland fiends rushed forward in waves. Some slammed into groups of skeletons and exploded into bursts of elemental power. Others fought directly, tearing bones apart with claws and roots. The six woodland bears roared as they charged again and again, crushing skeletons under their massive paws. Their intent-based Spirit spells shook the ground and broke many enemies at once.

At first glance, the battle looked one-sided.

The poison skeletons were falling in piles.

But Aksai quickly saw the problem.

Grisham’s movements were slowing. His attacks were still sharp, but the gaps between them were growing. Heilam’s breathing had become heavy, his face pale from constant casting. Even the woodland bears were starting to show signs of strain. Their roars were not as loud as before, and their steps were heavier.

They were winning each clash.

But they were losing the war.

The poison skeletons kept coming.

Even when half of their bodies were smashed, they dragged themselves forward. Broken arms were replaced by poison mist. Cracked skulls still held green flames in their eye sockets. They did not feel pain. They did not feel fear.

They did not get tired.

Grisham knew this.

Heilam knew it too.

Both of them had already noticed the faint glow deep within the cave, far beyond the battlefield. That was where the Spirit formation was hidden. As long as it remained active, the poison skeletons would never stop.

But reaching it was the real problem.

Ahead of the formation stood a line of massive poison undeads.

They were taller and broader than the skeletons, with thick bodies formed from hardened poison miasma. Their movements were fast and heavy. Each one wielded a 2nd Order artifact, rusted but still deadly. Poison chains, axes, and heavy blades swung through the air, forcing the woodland bears to retreat again and again.

Behind them, a 3rd Order sealing formation shimmered faintly.

And behind that, the undead Spirit formation pulsed steadily, feeding power to the endless waves.

Grisham, Heilam, the woodland fiends, and the bears had tried more than once to break through.

They had failed every time.

Aksai watched the scene in silence.

After a moment, he sighed.

“I guess I have to do some work,” he said quietly.

His gaze shifted toward Heilam, who was forcing himself to stand straight despite his shaking hands.

Aksai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Taking that fellow Heilam as an underling doesn’t seem that useful at all,” he murmured to himself.

Aksai then raised his hand calmly.

The ground beneath him trembled as he summoned special creatures from Enchanted Everwood Farm.

A deep, heavy sound echoed through the cave.

Snort.

Then another.

And another.

From the shadows behind Aksai, massive shapes began to emerge.

They were Red Horn Boars.

But they were nothing like the common demon beasts most cultivators knew.

Each boar was as tall as a horse and twice as wide. Their bodies were covered in thick, dark red exoskeleton plates that overlapped like armor. Veins of dull green light pulsed beneath those plates, carrying raw Qi energy instead of Spirit essence. Their heads were low and broad, with glowing eyes filled with wild hunger.

Two long horns curved forward from each boar’s skull. These horns were deep crimson in color, covered in natural ridges and sharp edges. Faint mist rose from them, carrying traces of druidic energy mixed with something far more twisted.

These were beasts that had been changed.

Aksai had taken common demon beasts and pushed them beyond their limits using Heretic Dao concepts and woodland power. Their bloodlines had been torn apart and rebuilt. Their bodies had been made to favor pure strength over technique.

They could not cast Spirit spells.

They did not need to.

With a loud roar, the Red Horn Boars charged.

The poison skeletons barely had time to react.

The first boar slammed into a group of skeletons head-on. Bones shattered like dry sticks. Poison mist burst into the air, but the boar did not slow down at all. The poison slid off its exoskeleton without leaving a mark.

Another boar lowered its head and gored straight through three skeletons at once. Its horns tore their bodies apart, scattering broken bones across the floor. Qi energy exploded outward from its muscles with each step, crushing anything in its path.

The poison skeletons tried to fight back.

Rusty blades struck the boars’ bodies, only to bounce off the hard plates with sharp clangs. Poison seeped into cracks between bones, but the boars showed no reaction. Their bodies were immune to poison.

Grisham stared in shock.

Heilam felt the pressure on his chest ease for the first time since the battle began.

The woodland bears pulled back slightly, letting the boars take the front lines. The battlefield shifted almost instantly. What had been a slow and draining fight turned into pure slaughter.

The boars trampled the weaker skeletons without mercy.

Then they charged the larger poison undeads guarding the formation.

Those undeads swung their 2nd Order artifacts with full force. Blades crashed against horns and armor. Sparks flew.

But the Red Horn Boars did not retreat.

One boar rammed straight into a poison undead, lifting it off the ground before slamming it into the stone wall. Another crushed an undead’s chest under its hooves, breaking the artifact it held in half.

Within minutes, the 3rd Order poison undeads fell one by one.

With the guards gone, the remaining skeletons hesitated for the first time.

The boars spread out, forming a living wall of flesh and armor. They charged again and again, blocking the incoming waves and keeping them busy.

Aksai walked past the battlefield without looking back.

While the Red Horn Boars held the line, he moved toward the glowing sealing-type Spirit formation. His steps were calm and steady as if the chaos behind him did not exist.

He stopped in front of the formation and raised his hand.

“Now,” he said softly, “let’s end this.”

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AN: Red Horn Boars were genetically modified in chapter 545.

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