A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 758: Offering Complete Protection to Iron Mountain Sect
Chapter 758: Offering Complete Protection to Iron Mountain Sect
The Purple River Sect disciples behind the head elder chuckled softly.
Heilam clenched his fists. Grisham remained silent, his smile faint but unchanged.
The head elder was about to speak some more but before he could do so, a calm voice spoke suddenly.
“Oh?” it said softly. “Is that so?”
The voice did not come from either side. It came from the middle. And it made everyone freeze in their tracks.
Before anyone could react, space rippled gently between the two forces. No loud sound. No flash of light. A figure simply appeared.
A man stood there, hands behind his back, dressed in plain black robes. His presence was quiet, almost gentle. Yet the moment he appeared, the air itself seemed to hold its breath.
“Then,” the man continued calmly, “let me personally witness your glorious might.”
The head elder’s smile vanished completely. He started looking like someone who had seen a ghost. Heilam’s eyes widened as well.
Grisham’s gaze sharpened, and the faint soul connection within him finally settled.
The man lifted his head slightly.
It was Aksai.
The head elder’s laughter died the instant his eyes fell on the man standing between the two forces. His pupils shrank.
That face. He recognized it at once.
At the same time, his Spirit Sense swept over Aksai. The aura it picked up was faint, calm, and tightly restrained—but there was no mistaking it.
Core Formation.
A real Core Formation Lord.
The blood drained from the head elder’s face.
His fierce and proud expression melted away almost instantly. His back straightened without him realizing it. He swallowed hard and forced a smile that looked stiff and fake.
He coughed once to clear his throat.
“Lo… Lord Aksai,” he said, his voice unsteady. “I… I was merely—”
He never got to finish. The air around him suddenly changed.
It felt as if an invisible wall had dropped from the sky and crushed down on him. His knees bent on their own. His legs trembled as a heavy pressure wrapped around his body from all sides.
Aksai had not moved. He had only released his aura.
The head elder tried to stand straight, but his body refused to obey. His feet slid in the mud as his knees slammed into the ground. Fear flashed through his eyes.
Aksai raised his hand slightly and snapped his fingers.
Snap. Swoosh. Crack.
A red wooden vine burst out of the ground beside the head elder like a living whip. It moved faster than thought. The vine lashed out.
Smack.
It struck the head elder across the face and chest. Skin tore open. Clothes ripped apart. Blood sprayed into the air in thin arcs. The sound of flesh being torn echoed in the silent marsh.
The head elder wanted to scream. But no sound came out. His mouth was sealed shut by an unseen force. His eyes widened in terror. Tears mixed with blood as his body shook.
Unfortunately for him, before he could even catch his breath, the vine moved again.
Smack. Tear. Ooze.
This time it struck the other side of his face and torso. Another spray of blood.
The two deep wounds crossed each other perfectly, forming a clear X on his body. His chest heaved wildly. Sweat soaked his back, mixing with blood and mud. Parts of white ribcage were clearly seen through the injuries. The pain was so much that he couldn’t even think of casting Spirit spells to defend himself in a short time.
“Being loudmouth is okay as long as you make sure there are no repercussions of your words waiting to get you in your vicinity.”
Aksai’s expression did not change as he said and sighed as he was not the one doing the fatal punishment on the head elder of the Purple River Sect’s deployed forces. He snapped his fingers once more.
The red wooden vine stiffened, then shot forward like a spear. It pierced straight into the center of the X-shaped wounds and burst out from the other side of the head elder’s body.
The head elder’s body jerked violently. Then something strange happened. From the torn flesh, small buds began to grow.
Thin stems pushed out from his wounds. Dark red and purple flowers bloomed one after another across his body. They opened slowly, calmly, as if feeding on his fear and pain.
Flowers of Bitter Emotions.
As the last flower bloomed fully, the light faded from the head elder’s eyes. His body went limp. The flowers stood in full bloom for a brief moment.
Then the marshland fell silent for a bit.
Aksai waited for some time. After making sure that the flowers had bloomed enough, Aksai snapped his fingers again.
The red wooden vine that had pierced the head elder’s body loosened and pulled back. More thin wooden vines rose gently from the ground, moving with slow and careful motions. They wrapped around the blooming Flowers of Bitter Emotions as if afraid of harming them.
One by one, the flowers were plucked from the corpse.
There was no blood this time. The flowers came off cleanly, still fresh and full of color. The vines carried them through the air and placed them in front of Aksai.
Aksai waved his hand. The flowers vanished into his storage ring. Only then did he lift his gaze.
The entire force of the Purple River Sect stood frozen. Elders. Foundation Establishment experts. Spirit Refining disciples. All of them stared at Aksai with pale faces and stiff bodies.
Fear hung heavy in the air. Aksai shook his head slightly. He raised one hand and made a simple gesture toward the edge of the marsh.
“Leave,” he said calmly.
His voice was not loud, but it carried clearly.
“I think one example is enough,” he continued. “I have no wish to go to war with the Purple River Sect. But make sure you tell your superiors this.”
His eyes swept over them.
“The Iron Mountain Sect is under my protection. From today onward, your sect is not allowed to touch it.”
He lowered his hand. Silence followed. No one moved.
The Purple River Sect members glanced at one another, their eyes filled with fear and doubt. No one wanted to be the first to turn around. No one wanted to be the one who angered him again.
Aksai frowned slightly.
He raised his eyebrows and spoke again, his tone colder this time.
“Hmmm? Do you want to be turned into flowers as well? Do you think you’ll look pretty in one of my flower vases back home?”
That was all it took. The formation broke.
The Purple River Sect elders turned around at once. Disciples followed without a word. No one dared to look back. They moved quickly, almost running, pushing through the thin poison fog and muddy ground.
They did not stop until they were far away. Only then did some of them start screaming.
Panic. Fear. Shock.
They shouted about wooden vines and blooming flowers. The presence of the lone druid in Dadangar alone felt like death pressing down on their chests.
They had never seen such strange wood-element powers. They had never faced a Lord who felt so calm, yet so terrifying.
Back in the marshland, Aksai stood quietly.
The Iron Mountain Sect members stared at him in silence, their hearts still pounding.
Heilam stared at Aksai for a brief moment, his body still trembling from fear and shock. Then he suddenly dropped to his knees.
His forehead touched the muddy ground with a dull thud.
“Lord Aksai,” he said, his voice rough and unsteady. “I… I thank you for saving the Iron Mountain Sect. It was my greatest fortune to have met you during the cave expedition back then. If it weren’t for you, my sect would not have survived today.”
He stayed bowed, not daring to lift his head.
A moment later, the sound of many bodies kneeling echoed around him.
One after another, the elders and disciples of the Iron Mountain Sect followed their sect master. They dropped to their knees and bowed deeply in unison. No one spoke. Their actions alone showed their fear, respect, and gratitude.
Aksai looked at them quietly.
After a short while, he nodded.
“That’s enough,” he said calmly. “Get up.”
Heilam raised his head slightly, then quickly stood up. The others followed, moving carefully, as if afraid to make a mistake.
Aksai looked at Heilam and then at Grisham.
“Let’s return to the Iron Mountain Sect first,” he said. “I have a few things to discuss with you and Grisham.”
Grisham and Heilam nodded at the same time.
“Yes, Lord Aksai,” they replied almost together.
Without wasting time, Heilam turned around and began leading the group back toward their sect’s territory. Aksai walked with them, his pace calm and steady.
As they crossed back into the Iron Mountain Sect’s lands, the scene changed.
Broken buildings lay everywhere. Walls had collapsed. Training grounds were torn apart. Storage halls had been smashed open, their contents looted or scattered across the ground.
The Purple River Sect had already left.
They had taken what they wanted and destroyed the rest.
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