A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 525: Another Bloodfiend Legacy Found

It is life’s greatest blessing—or perhaps the worst kind of curse—that a lot can happen once a person makes up their mind to do something at the cost of their own well-being.

The sect elders screamed, releasing forbidden Spirit spells that drained their energy in exchange for power.

The air twisted. The wind howled. A wave of destruction erupted from their side.

One bear was blown back by a burst of flame, its arm torn open. Another took a direct lightning strike to the chest and fell, roaring in pain. Two others were forced to retreat as powerful Spirit barriers and cursed spears cut deep into their bodies.

The Sentient Scarecrow Fiends rushed in to help, but the elders had no time to deal with them. They moved like dying stars, each step draining their life. They struck without mercy, tearing through the scarecrow puppets. One after another, the strange figures fell—ten of them destroyed in total, their bodies shredded or burned to ashes.

“We’re going for him!” the fourth sect elder shouted.

“I’ll hold that bastard turtle demon back,” the third sect elder said, stepping in front of the Verdant Elder’s vine attack.

“Me too,” said the second, drawing out his last scroll. “Let’s buy them time.”

The lady elder, the fourth, dashed forward like a streak of light. Her hair was loose, her robes torn, her skin bloody—but her eyes were sharp and full of hate. Beside her, the first sect elder followed with a silent expression, his Spirit aura blazing like a fire about to go out.

They rushed toward Aksai, closing the distance between them at the cost of burning their life force with each passing breath. The battlefield behind them burned and cracked. Trees fell. Vines slashed. Dust rose.

Aksai looked up from his wine cup, his smile unchanged.

Yelia raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got company.”

“I see,” Aksai said calmly, setting the cup down.

“Well… they have worked hard to train my woodland bears. The least I can do is bid them farewell on their final journey,” he said, smiling as he looked at the incoming enemies.

And the two desperate elders charged—one last attempt to strike the one who had made them feel powerless.

Whether it ended in triumph or death, they no longer cared. They just wanted to leave a scar.

A bunch of kamikaze attacks were launched, lighting up the entire battlefield. Then everything happened in a split second.

The fourth sect elder and the first sect elder burst through the wall of vines, their robes torn and blood flowing from fresh wounds. Behind them, the sound of violent spells and clashing forces echoed.

The other two elders had stayed back, fighting desperately to distract the Verdant Elder and the remaining scarecrow fiends. They had bought just enough time.

Breathing hard, the two elders stood at the edge of the battlefield. The scorched ground around them was filled with broken scarecrow puppet limbs and the blood of injured demon bears.

All six woodland bears had fallen back, growling in pain, their berserker forms fading. Half of the Sentient Scarecrow Fiends were already destroyed. The rest were damaged and no longer moving.

For the first time since the battle began, hope lit up in the eyes of the sect elders.

The fourth sect elder wiped blood from her mouth and looked toward Aksai with fierce eyes.

“You are done now,” she spat. “Your beasts are wounded. Your puppets are gone. You’re all alone.”

The first sect elder stepped forward, his Spirit energy flickering violently around him. “Drop the barrier. Let us go. Or die here with us.”

They both stood side by side, battered but unbroken. Their Spirit auras burned like dying flames, powerful but unstable. It was clear they had pushed themselves too far, and they had no strength left for another long fight.

Still, they held their ground. Even though they had attacked with their lives on the line, they wanted to survive the incident. Or at least die trying.

Aksai simply smiled as he greeted the sect elders.

“Let me guess,” Aksai said, tilting his head slightly. “You thought that was all I had? That if you pushed hard enough, I’d panic? Beg for mercy?”

He chuckled softly and raised his free hand.

And then, with a single wave of his hand, the ground behind him rippled.

Twenty new figures stepped out from the shadows behind Aksai.

The two sect elders froze.

These were not like the straw-and-cloth scarecrow fiends. These puppets wore robes like real cultivators. Their movements were smooth, not jerky. They carried weapons—swords, spears, staves, and blades—each one gleaming with runes.

Several of them even wore glowing defensive artifacts around their necks and wrists. Their masks were cold and still, but their presence gave off the pressure of real, mid-stage Foundation Building cultivators.

And that wasn’t all.

The aura of Qi cultivation rose from their bodies too—sharp, controlled, deadly. They stood firm, like soldiers trained to kill, not just scare.

“These aren’t like the ones you’ve been fighting,” Aksai chuckled as he spoke further.

“These are my original Sentient Scarecrow Fiends. Not rushed. Not made on the battlefield or on the go while I was traveling all over half of the Dadangar Subcontinent. They’re crafted carefully, with attention, effort… and a great deal of investment.”

The fourth sect elder took a shaky step back. “No… that’s not possible…”

“Oh, it’s very possible,” Aksai said with a mocking tone.

“Did you really think I would be defenseless just because you burned your life force and shouted threats? I know how you sect members think. You love your dramatic last stands, your forbidden techniques… I’ve studied you people.”

He looked at them like a teacher disappointed in his students.

“I knew you’d try this. That’s why I didn’t even bother getting up. In fact, I made the Verdant Elder let you go. So that you can have a bit of hope in defeating me. Hehehe. I must say, I have a bit of a bad guy in me. Although I like to think of myself as a protagonist, some of my actions are that of a sane villain.”

The first sect elder clenched his fists. “You bastard…”

Aksai sighed, as if their words bored him now. “You should’ve saved your strength. Now you’re tired, injured, and surrounded again.”

The new puppets slowly stepped forward, spreading out in a formation that clearly showed tactical training. No flaws. No openings. Just death waiting to be ordered.

The fourth sect elder’s expression twisted in anger and disbelief. “You dare mock us?!”

“I’m not mocking you,” Aksai said, grinning. “I’m just disappointed. Iron Mountain Sect only has this much firepower? Their sect elders aren’t that impressive in my eyes anymore.”

The two sect elders stood still after hearing Aksai’s words, their faces dark and their fists clenched. Their breathing was heavy, and their bodies trembled—not with fear, but with rage.

The fourth sect elder gritted her teeth and screamed, the sound echoing across the cracked battlefield. Blood ran down her face, but she didn’t care. Her eyes were wild with fury.

“You… You… Who prepares in advance to this level? You psychopathic bastard. You think you’ve won?” she shouted.

She raised her hand and pulled out a strange, old-looking lamp from her storage ring. The artifact was deep red in color and covered in black runes that shimmered faintly, as if alive. It gave off a chilling energy the moment it touched the air.

She started to laugh. Not just any laugh—it was the laugh of someone who had nothing left to lose.

“You fuc*king lowlife drifter,” she said through her laughter. “No matter how many pawns you hide behind… I can still hurt you.”

She held the lamp high. “Do you see this artifact? It’s a special one. We got it from the—”

Before she could finish, Aksai spoke, calm and smiling.

“Let me guess,” he said, raising a brow. “Cavereach City. You obtained that artifact from Cavereach City, right?”

The elder froze.

Aksai stepped forward slightly, hands still behind his back.

“It’s a Bloodfiend Artifact,” he continued, his voice steady and relaxed. “And I must say… it’s more advanced than the ones I’ve studied before. A real treasure.”

The elder’s expression twisted in surprise. She narrowed her eyes, then let out a cold chuckle.

“Hehehe… good,” she said, the madness in her voice returning. “It’s good that you know. Then you understand what’s coming.”

She pointed the artifact toward him, her arms shaking from exhaustion, but her grip was firm.

“You know how it works, don’t you?” she asked. “This artifact doesn’t care about your Spirit defenses or your fancy puppet meat shields.”

Her lips curled into a bitter smile.

“It attacks the soul. Straight to your mind. No flash, no explosion. No dodging. No one will even see it coming.”

She stepped forward, eyes glowing red with determination.

“All of your puppets… all of your vines… they won’t do a damn thing against this. The moment I activate it, your soul will fall into slumber… or worse, break completely. You’ll go mad. Lost. Gone.”

Her voice dropped, steady and full of venom.

“So I suggest you drop the act and let us go.”

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AN: Cavereach City was mentioned in chapter 258. Aksai obtaines another book on the Bloodfiend inheritance in the same city.

Some species of turtles can breathe through their butts.

It’s called cloacal respiration. 😀

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