A Farmer's Journey To Immortality - Chapter 772 772: Meeting the Third Faction P2

Arven’s gaze fell on Aksai and the ninth member.

“The three of you, please stay. I would like to speak a bit more.”

The other team members exchanged glances but did not question it. They stood up one by one.

“As you command, Your Highness.”

Soon, they left the hall. The doors closed behind them. At this point, only four people remained. The prince. Lurina. Aksai. And the ninth member.

Aksai acted as if he didn’t mind the private conversation. He picked up his cup but did not drink. He looked at the prince calmly. After a brief silence, he spoke.

“Your Highness,” he said.

“There is something I am curious about.”

The prince looked at him with interest.

“Oh?”

Aksai placed the cup down.

“You are a Foundation Establishment cultivator,” he said.

“But you are still here… as a prince of the Kaan Kingdom.”

He paused for a moment.

“As far as I know from Kaan Kingdom’s traditions, once someone awakens their Spirit Root and steps into cultivation, they are expected to leave the mortal world behind.”

His gaze remained steady.

“Especially after reaching the Foundation Establishment realm. After all, the Spirit Refining realm of Spirit cultivation is only the beginning. A true cultivation path starts from the 2nd Spirit realm.”

“Once one becomes an Expert, they are supposed to join the Eastern Limiya Gate and give up their mortal identity. Even if that identity happens to be part of the royal family.”

Aksai leaned back slightly.

“That has been the rule in this kingdom for a long time. So… how did you start your cultivation journey and still remain here as a prince?”

Prince Arven Kaan leaned back slightly in his seat. A calm smile appeared on his face, but his eyes were sharp.

“The rules of the Dadangar Subcontinent are about to change, Expert Aksai,” he said.

His voice was steady, yet filled with quiet confidence.

“This is exactly what I wanted to talk to both of you about.”

He paused for a moment. His gaze moved between Aksai and Raaden, studying their reactions.

“I have been informed by Expert Lurina that you two are wandering Experts who have not joined any sect as of yet,” he continued.

Aksai said nothing. His face remained calm. Raaden shifted slightly but did not interrupt. Prince Arven gave a small chuckle.

“You will probably deny it,” he said. “But you hate being controlled by anyone, right? Wandering cultivators often take pride in their freedom. You value your independence. You do not want to bow your heads to any sect.”

He leaned forward a little.

“But deep down, you must also feel the lack of protection. The lack of stable resources. The lack of a strong backing.”

His voice softened.

“Let me tell you something. That so-called weakness… is actually a blessing.”

Aksai raised his eyebrows slightly. The prince’s smile widened.

“Why not join the Kaan Kingdom?” he asked.

Even the 9th team member Raaden looked surprised and confused at this point. Aksai tilted his head slightly.

“What do you mean?” he asked calmly.

Prince Arven clasped his hands together.

“I mean exactly what I said,” he replied. “Join us.”

He gestured lightly around the hall.

“We have the resources to support your growth. Not just to the Core Formation realm, but even beyond.”

Prince Arven’s tone changed. It became more serious.

“You may not believe me yet,” he said. “But the Big Five Sects will not be able to hold their power for much longer. The Core Formation Lords behind those sects… they will not last forever,” he said. “And when they fall, the balance of power will break.”

His eyes gleamed.

“That will be the time for the royal faction to rise.”

He leaned back again, his voice now filled with restrained anger.

“For far too long, these sects have looked down on us,” he said. “We rule kingdoms. We govern lands. We hold legitimacy among millions of mortals.”

His lips curled slightly.

“And yet… in their eyes, we are nothing.”

His fingers tightened slightly on the table.

“No matter how respectful we are, they treat us like dirt,” he said. “Like we exist only to serve their interests.”

A brief silence followed.

“Why?” he asked quietly. “Just because they can use Spirit spells?”

His tone grew colder.

“They think power belongs only to them. That we should remain beneath them forever.”

He shook his head slowly.

“But not anymore. The royal faction has made its decision,” Prince Arven said. “We will walk the path of Spirit cultivation as well.”

Aksai’s eyes flickered slightly. He felt like he had finally solved the puzzle that had been bugging him for quite some time.

“We have been gathering resources,” the prince continued. “Rare herbs. Spirit materials. techniques. We have been doing this for decades.”

He looked directly at Aksai.

“We have also been recruiting wandering cultivators like you from across the subcontinent.”

Raaden’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“It is not just the Kaan Kingdom,” Arven added. “The other four major kingdoms are doing the same.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

“We have been growing in the shadows,” he said. “And at the same time… we have been weakening the Big Five Sects.”

Aksai remained silent, but his mind was already moving.

“And the Lords?” Aksai asked calmly.

Prince Arven scratched the back of his head and hesitated a bit before finally speaking up.

“Ummm… Some obstacles… they…. they need to be removed,” he said.

That was all he said. But the meaning was clear. Raaden’s expression turned serious. Even Aksai acted like he was beyond surprised at what he was hearing at the time.

The prince leaned forward again.

“Soon,” he said softly, “you will start to see the results.”

His voice turned smooth again, almost inviting.

“This is why I call it an opportunity,” he said. “A big one.”

He looked at both of them.

“Join us,” he said. “Be part of something new.”

Prince Arven smirked at the two supposedly wandering cultivators as he continued.

“We will abolish the sect system,” he said. “Completely.”

“We will create a world where Spirit cultivators are free,” he added. “No forced loyalties. No strict hierarchies. No chains disguised as tradition.”

His tone carried conviction.

“For too long, the sects have controlled talent,” he said. “They restrict growth. They force people into their systems.”

He shook his head.

“We will change that.”

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