A Farmer's Journey To Immortality-Chapter 463: Aksai’s Analysis of the Yaksha Lord

The Blackblood Lord was standing in front of a window, hands behind his back, looking out into the dark forest.

His aura was calm, but there was something heavier about him now, like a mountain slowly preparing to settle. Perhaps he was making peace with his own mortality that suddenly came knocking on his door.

Aksai bowed at once. "Senior, thank you… for today. Especially with the Green Glory Lord."

Aksai could have avoided the impending calamity caused by the Green Glory Lord on his own. However, he knew he would have to pay a certain price for it.

It was always better when such matters were handled by a Core Formation Lord. Aksai was truly grateful, so he thanked the Blackblood Lord as soon as he could.

The Blackblood Lord turned around and let out a loud laugh, his voice echoing through the empty hall.

"Ah, don't thank me yet," he said with a grin. "You might come to regret being pulled into my mess."

The Blackblood Lord's meaning was clear. Things would be fine as long as Hayaat was alive, but once he was gone, Aksai might become a target—hunted for the Blackblood Lord's legacy by rough cultivators and ambitious demonic cultivators alike.

Still, Aksai didn't find it too troublesome. He already had many enemies. Adding a few more wouldn't make much of a difference. Besides, he was planning to hibernate like an old bear once he settled his affairs related to the Aether Beast.

Once he returned to Emerald Cove, it might be decades—or even a whole century—before he came out of his mancave. By then, he'd see who was still alive to hold grudges.

While Aksai was lost in his own thoughts, the Blackblood Lord waved his hand, motioning him to follow.

"Come. Let's not talk at the entrance like fools. I've prepared tea. We can talk in peace."

Aksai followed him through a side hall into a wide chamber. The room was quiet, the air still. A small table sat in the middle with two cups and a teapot already steaming.

As Aksai sat down, he couldn't help but glance around the room. The walls were covered with strange symbols, faded portraits, and runic drawings carved directly into the stone.

It was clearly a private place of great importance. Someone even higher than grand elders of the sect lived here.

Yet, there was no elder or regular sect member anywhere in sight—not even servants.

Aksai wondered whose palace this was. He knew it didn't belong to Haitin or Hayaat Blackblood; he had already visited their residences a few days ago.

Who could be as influential as them within the Blackblood Sect? And why would they choose to live in such isolation?

The old man poured tea into both cups and pushed one toward Aksai. His eyes twinkled with a strange light.

The steam from the teacups rose slowly, curling through the still air of the chamber. The Blackblood Lord leaned back slightly. After a moment of quiet, he finally spoke.

"Tell me, boy," he said in a thoughtful tone. "Do you think I did the right thing this morning… settling my grudge with the Yaksha Lord?"

Aksai didn't answer right away. He lowered his gaze, thinking deeply. The flickering candlelight danced on the carved stone walls around them. Finally, he looked up.

"I don't think that was a wise move, master," he said calmly. His voice held no judgment—only honesty.

The Blackblood Lord raised an eyebrow but didn't interrupt. Instead, he poured a little more tea into his cup, subtly telling Aksai to go on. Aksai took a quiet breath before continuing.

"First of all, the Yaksha Lord was too hasty in his exit. Even if the situation was desperate, it wasn't like you three couldn't wait inside the Holy Land Torel for a few more months. Maybe even a few more years. There was no real rush."

He paused again, eyes narrowing slightly as he thought aloud.

"The fact that he attacked you so suddenly… without any build-up of visible frustration or desperation… It makes me think the attack was premeditated. Carefully planned. If I had to guess, I'd say he was preparing for it for months.

Maybe he expected all three of you to get trapped in the Holy Land Torel beforehand and prepared a few things in advance. He knew a way out of the spatial restrictions using a Core Formation Lord's heart as the collateral.

Do you think it was a coincidence? Or was it because he knew that he could use this method as a backup that he entered the Holy Land Torel with you?"

The Blackblood Lord smiled faintly, his eyes glinting. It was the kind of smile that showed he had been expecting something like this.

"And?" he asked, his voice low.

Aksai gave a small nod and readjusted himself before speaking further. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Secondly, his peace offering… It was rushed too. Too soon. He could have waited until after the wedding if he truly wanted to settle things peacefully. But he didn't.

He wanted to press you in public, in front of the other Core Formation Lords. That way, you'd be pressured to make a move."

The Spirit farmer paused for a moment, watching his dying master's expression.

"He used the setting and the audience to force your hand. That wasn't a gesture of goodwill. It was a strategic strike. A clean one—but still a strike.

He just used good bait. And he drank that poison as a way to level the field and make you and the other witnesses feel that you had been avenged.

But a man who plans that deeply wouldn't commit suicide, even if it's a slow, painless death.

Chances are high that he has some tricks up his sleeve. And right now, he doesn't want any retaliation from the Blackblood Sect. So he chose to concede by offering you that pill."

The Blackblood Lord nodded slowly in response, his fingers tapping softly on the table.

He took a long sip from his teacup, then gave Aksai a small nod with his eyes, signaling him to keep going.