A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

The old man’s tone gradually became more emotional.

Almost bitter.

“I kept asking that damn master of mine to let me enter the Heavenly Poison Sect’s grounds as well.”

His fists slowly tightened.

“But that poisonous old monster would never tell me anything.”

Arkaal suddenly laughed mockingly.

“Every single time I asked, he would only give me the same answer.”

The old man’s expression darkened.

“He would say I was not ready.”

The surrounding gu insects hissed softly as if reacting to his emotions.

“He said he was protecting me,” Arkaal continued hatefully, “but I know the truth.”

“He was only trying to keep me under his control.”

His voice became colder.

“He kept the key of the 4th Spirit Realm away from me so that I would remain dependent on him forever.”

Arkaal looked at Qishan’s remains again.

“And now the old bastard had the gall to die before giving me what I wanted.”

His expression twisted further.

“After everything I did for him…”

“I served him for centuries. I kept him alive.”

“I followed his orders. I did all sorts of right and wrong things for him.”

“I protected him. I aimed to control the entire subcontinent for him.”

“I searched for good vessels for him.”

“And what did I get in return?”

“Nothing. Not a fuc*king thing worth mentioning.”

The old man’s voice echoed heavily inside the chamber.

“All my efforts were rewarded with more work and humiliation.”

For a brief moment, Arkaal no longer looked like a proud late-stage Lord.

Instead, he looked like someone who had spent centuries living under another person’s shadow. His eyes slowly became bloodshot.

“This is unfair,” he muttered.

“He was an unfair master.”

Then suddenly—

Arkaal laughed.

“Hehehe…”

The laughter gradually became louder.

“But thankfully… Heavenly Dao is just. My efforts were seen by the heavens themselves.”

The old man slowly raised his head and looked toward Aksai again. This time, his eyes were filled with pure greed.

“It sent you to me exactly when that old monster died.”

The gu insects around him started moving more violently.

“Hehehe. No matter what, I will make you talk. And then… I will finally enter that place myself.”

His smile widened further.

“And when I do… I will become a Nascent Soul King too. Hehehehe…”

Arkaal laughed loudly while staring at Aksai. Part of that laughter carried greed. The other part carried years of frustration and resentment that had remained buried inside his heart for centuries.

Arkaal was still laughing when his steps suddenly came to a halt. The sound of his laughter slowly faded inside the sealed chamber.

“Hm?”

His narrowed eyes shifted away from Aksai and landed on the protective barrier that had just dispersed. More specifically, his gaze focused on the strange talismans that had been attached to the barrier moments ago.

The old man’s expression slowly changed. The amusement on his face disappeared little by little. He stared at the talismans for a few seconds before his pupils shrank.

“…Those talismans…”

His voice became quieter. Arkaal looked at Aksai again.

This time, his gaze was no longer filled only with greed or anger. There was also disbelief inside it. Confusion. Shock. And a hint of caution.

“You…”

He pointed at Aksai slowly as if trying to connect many scattered thoughts together.

“I don’t believe this.”

His brows twitched.

“How many lucky encounters did you have, boy?”

Aksai stayed silent and simply looked back at him calmly. Arkaal’s breathing became slightly uneven as various thoughts flashed through his mind.

“The poison constitution… the strange poison resistance… the mysterious techniques… the weird abilities…” he muttered softly.

Then his eyes widened slightly as realization hit him.

“No… no wonder.”

He suddenly laughed again, but this time the laughter sounded forced and shocked.

“No wonder you had those mysterious abilities.”

His gaze sharpened.

“If it is the Heretic Dao Emperor’s legacy… then it would indeed make sense.”

The moment those words entered his ears, Aksai’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Heretic Dao Emperor.

This was the first time he had heard such a title. A strange light flashed deep inside his eyes.

Until now, Aksai had always believed that the Heretic Dao inheritance he got from Mao was only an incomplete inheritance left behind by some powerful demonic cultivator. But now it seemed the matter was much deeper than he had expected.

Heretic Dao Emperor.

Just the title alone sounded monstrous.

An existence worthy of being called an Emperor was definitely far beyond Nascent Soul Realm or even Deity Transformation Realm.

Aksai’s heart trembled slightly.

Not from fear. But excitement. Pure excitement.

The Heretic Dao suited him perfectly. Its methods were ruthless, practical, unpredictable, and free from moral restraints.

It was a path that valued survival and results above all else. A path that matched his suspicious and cautious personality perfectly.

And now he was hearing that there might exist a complete inheritance related to that path. For the first time since the battle began, greed appeared in Aksai’s eyes openly.

The tables had turned. This time, Aksai looked at Arkaal carefully as if an eve-teaser would look at girls passing by from head to toe. This time, it was Arkaal who felt that he was being violated from afar.

A faint smile slowly appeared on Aksai’s face.

“Old man,” he said calmly.

“It seems you also have information that I want.”

Arkaal’s eyes narrowed. Aksai slowly took a step forward after dispersing the protective barrier completely. The remaining poison fumes drifted around him quietly.

“To be honest, I was planning to wear you down before killing you and then leave this place immediately,” Aksai continued.

“But I changed my mind.”

His voice became colder.

“I will do to you exactly what you were planning to do to me.”

He paused briefly before adding,

“And then some more.”

The chamber became silent for a moment.

Then—

“Hahahaha!”

Arkaal burst into loud laughter again.

His laughter echoed through the chamber walls.

“Tch. Tch. Tch.”

He shook his head while looking at Aksai like he was looking at a madman.

“So it’s true what they say,” he said mockingly.

“Those who practice the Heretic Dao are born to go insane under the will of the heavens. This is the price you pay for not abiding by heaven’s laws.”

The old man tightened his grip over his Dadao.

“It seems the Heretic Dao’s latest victim is you.”

Meanwhile, the rotten aura released by the 4th Order gu insects continued to spread around the chamber slowly.

The disgusting centipede-like creatures crawled over the ground, walls, and ceiling while releasing foul poison essence into the surroundings.

Their tiny legs made unsettling scratching sounds. A few of them even stopped near Aksai and raised their upper bodies as if sensing danger.

Aksai ignored them completely. His eyes stayed fixed on Arkaal. His calm expression slowly became colder.

At the same time, deep inside his Mind Palace, Nuri’s voice echoed rapidly as countless calculations started running one after another. The faithful Neural Link Fabric gave Aksai the most efficient way to break this siege.

Aksai decided to follow Nuri’s advice right away without asking her to run simulations like usual. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes. His consciousness sank deep into his Mind Palace before traveling toward another presence sleeping inside the Enchanted Everwood Farm.

A familiar presence.

Warm.

Dangerous.

Lazy.

’Serya,’ Aksai called softly in his mind.

There was no answer at first. Only a faint feeling of annoyance.

It felt like someone trying to wake a child from deep sleep before sunrise.

Aksai could sense that Serya was still in the middle of absorbing the memories and knowledge her mother had left behind for her. Disturbing her now was not ideal. In fact, Aksai had originally planned to let her sleep peacefully for a few more months or even years.

But the current situation had already gone beyond his expectations. There was no point holding back anymore.

’Serya,’ Aksai called once again, this time more firmly.

This time, the sleepy presence stirred slightly. A soft complaint entered his mind.

’Big brother… sleepy…’

Aksai almost smiled despite the dangerous situation. Even after gaining so much power and knowledge, her personality had barely changed.

’Wake up. I need your help.’

This time, Serya finally reacted properly. A faint ripple spread beside Aksai. Then space distorted slightly.

The next moment—

A young girl stepped out while rubbing her eyes lazily.

Her long dark-green hair flowed behind her waist like silk. Small snake-like scales could be seen around her neck and parts of her arms, but instead of making her look frightening, they strangely added to her beauty. Her golden slit-like eyes looked half asleep as she yawned softly.

Compared to before, Serya had clearly grown. Earlier, she had looked like a little girl around twelve years old. Now, she looked closer to sixteen.

Her figure had become taller and more graceful.

The childish roundness on her face had faded slightly, revealing the beginnings of a breathtaking beauty similar to Seralyth’s.