A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 604: Maid Training Amid Chaos

Six shadows appeared out of nowhere, forming a circle around Zinnia.

The ground cracked beneath their feet, and a faint red mist rose with their arrival.

They were Aksai’s freshly made variant of Sentient Bloodfiends — summoned directly from the Everwood Farm. Their eyes glowed with a faint crimson light, and their bodies were covered in runes made of living vines and blood veins pulsing beneath their skin.

Three of them rushed forward without hesitation, meeting Jin, Wen, and Lin’s attacks head-on. The sound of impact echoed across the battlefield. The other three stood firmly behind Zinnia, forming a protective triangle around her.

Zinnia’s breath caught in her throat as she finally saw their faces clearly.

Her heart sank.

They weren’t just sentient zombies — they were people she knew. Argent Artists from her own school, instructors who had once guided her, her disciples.

Each of them had died not long ago during the Grand Martial Hall’s brutal attacks. Their faces still carried faint traces of who they once were — their expressions twisted by pain and something that looked like unshakable, emotionless loyalty.

“Y-you…” Zinnia whispered, trembling.

The Bloodfiends didn’t speak. But the way they stood — shielding her with their bodies — said everything.

Zinnia’s knees weakened. She couldn’t tell whether to cry or scream. These people had once died protecting her school… and now, even in death, Aksai had brought them back to protect her again.

Only now did she understand why Aksai had made the bodies of the twenty dead Argent Artists disappear — and why he had kept quiet about what he intended to do with them.

Zinnia’s eyes darted around. For a moment, her attention shifted from the chaos to the six Bloodfiends surrounding her.

Something didn’t sit right in her mind. She frowned, her lips moving before she even realized she was speaking.

“Wait… there were twenty dead disciples of mine. If there are six summons around me… where are the rest of them?” she murmured softly, her voice trembling.

As if the world had been waiting for her to ask that question, the spatial fabric around her started to twist once again. The remaining Sentient Bloodfiends had arrived.

They appeared silently, but their presence was overwhelming.

Just ahead, ten Argent artists charged forward. They were fast, their Qi blazing as they leapt over broken roots and ducked under swinging vines. Their goal was clear — kill Zinnia or take her hostage.

They had realized by now that fighting Aksai directly was a fool’s game. His wood-element Spirit spells filled the entire battlefield, and each explosion of vine and root created an invisible wall between him and the rest of them.

Thanks to his area-of-effect Spirit spells, a deadly no-go zone would be created wherever he moved. Plus, there were flying objects surrounding him as well. No one could sneak up on him. He was too aware, too dangerous.

The Argent artists knew this — so they turned toward Zinnia instead. She was the next best target, the one person they could reach.

The Argent artists rushed toward Zinnia. But just as they got close, the fourteen new Bloodfiends moved. They didn’t roar or shout. They simply acted — stepping forward in perfect formation, blocking the Argent artists’ path.

The clash was immediate and brutal.

Fists met vines, Qi blasts tore through the air, and blood sprayed in every direction. The Bloodfiends fought without fear or hesitation, their movements inhumanly sharp and synchronized thanks to the subroutine Neural Link Fabric.

Zinnia could only watch as her fallen disciples — the same ones who had once trained in her school’s courtyard, laughed with her during lessons, and died for her cause — now stood again to protect her.

Her heart tightened painfully.

It became clear to her that Aksai had planned all of this long before the battle began. His earlier versions of Sentient Bloodfiends were not really compatible to use in Sharang, especially against the Grand Martial Hall.

That was why he had taken the bodies of her disciples. He had turned them into his new generation of Sentient Bloodfiends — loyal, thinking, and perfectly suited to fight here.

At this point, they stood between her and death once more. Even in death, they were still protecting their teacher.

Zinnia had just finished dealing with one of the Argent artists who had gotten too close. Her breath was steady but heavy, her blade slick with blood and sap.

Around her, the Sentient Bloodfiends moved like shadows — fast, precise, and silent. Each time an enemy tried to reach her, one of them would block the way or drag the attacker underground with vines.

More Argent artists were rushing toward her again, their battle cries echoing through the bloody air. Zinnia raised her sword, ready to meet them head-on. But before she could move, a familiar voice echoed in her mind.

It was Aksai’s voice — calm, deep, and laced with quiet confidence.

“Zinnia, save your breath,” he said through a soundless transmission. “I’ll weaken my opponent some more before sending him toward you. This is a good chance for you to refine your newly acquired Aurous realm powers. Let’s make use of these guinea pigs.”

Zinnia blinked, startled, and then couldn’t help but let out a faint laugh. Even in the middle of this chaotic battlefield, her lord sounded so casual — as if this whole bloodbath were just another day at the farm.

Before she could reply, a deep rumble shook the ground. Not far from where she stood, Aksai’s battle raged like a storm. His golden eyes glowed under the swirling green aura that surrounded him.

The Aurous artist he was fighting was strong — his golden Qi flaring like molten gold — but against Aksai’s druidic power, he looked like a drowning man fighting against the current.

Roots tore through the ground as Aksai unleashed another wood-element Spirit spell. The attack hit his opponent square in the chest, sending him flying backward.

The man screamed, blood spraying from his mouth. His armor cracked and shattered like glass.

Aksai didn’t stop there. He stepped forward and twisted his wrist. Vines burst from the ground, catching the half-conscious Aurous artist mid-air before slinging him across the battlefield.

“Catch,” Aksai said lightly, his voice once again brushing against Zinnia’s mind.