A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 591: Golden Rebirth Fruits

Reymon looked at the Golden Rebirth fruits the two elders held as he spoke, more to himself than to his audience.

“With what we have now, we’re still not strong enough to strike back at those cursed Tree Devils. Those evil bastards invade us every century, slaughter our people, and leave whenever they wish, as if our world is theirs to play with.

“What’s worse is the fact that they do all that without a just cause. And we… we can only watch.”

The grand master of the Grand Martial Hall ground his teeth as a painful memory surfaced—one of the personal tragedies caused by the Tree Devils. He clenched his fists as he continued.

“I refuse to accept such a one-sided massacre. Because of this external enemy, I now see every Sharangian as one of my people. I may sound hypocritical—I have used the Grand Martial Hall to suppress many low-level martial artists to maintain my dominion—but I do it for what I believe is the greater good.

“I hate that my hands are stained with the blood of my fellow Sharangians. Still, I want the Tree Devils to fear us. My dream is that one day no Sharangian will die when the Tree Devils come to play their evil games.

“But how can we fight an external threat when we are so divided and fighting among ourselves? Someone must step up and do the dirty work so we can face the Tree Devils at full strength. I may seem a cruel tyrant to some, but I am removing the obstacles that stand in the way of our survival.

“We are the denizens of Sharang. Why should we bow our necks to those evil Tree Devil bastards every time they come here? Just because they are stronger, they can do as they please? If strength gives anyone the freedom to act without restraint, then we will obtain that strength and force our will upon our enemies.

“The Grand Martial Hall was built to unite the martial strength of Sharang—to create an army strong enough to face those monsters. But with only six Aurous-level cultivators rising every year, that dream remains far away.”

Reymon looked at them both, his eyes sharp and bright. “That’s why acquiring more knowledge and more refined Aurous-level techniques is not just important—it’s essential. We must push forward, no matter the cost. The next time those Tree Devils dare to appear in Sharang…” His voice deepened with grim determination, “…we will slaughter them all.”

The two elders bowed their heads, tears still in their eyes. They were reminded of the personal tragedies they had suffered inside the Devil’s Den—their helplessness, their anger, and their shame.

Then they stood, their faces set with newfound resolve.

“Yes, my lord,” the gray-haired woman said, her voice steady. “We understand.”

Reymon gave a small nod of approval. His eyes softened slightly as he looked at them—his most trusted followers.

“Good,” he said. “Prepare yourselves. What comes next will decide the future of Sharang.”

The two elders exchanged a glance before turning back to Reymon and nodding together.

The one-eyed elder beside her also bowed deeply. “We’ve followed you for decades, my liege. We will continue to do so. For Sharang, and for our fallen brethren.”

Reymon looked at them both for a long moment before giving a small, satisfied nod. “Good. I’ll be counting on you two.”

He was about to dismiss them when his sharp gaze caught something. The one-eyed elder, Kaayes, was glancing at the silver ring on Reymon’s finger—his single eye lingering on it for a bit too long.

Reymon suddenly burst into laughter, his deep voice echoing through the vast vault. “Your one eye makes it far too easy for me to tell what you’re looking at and thinking, Elder Kaayes.”

Kaayes froze, embarrassed, and immediately bowed his head.

Reymon smirked. “Go on then. You were wondering if there are more of these storage artifacts hidden here, weren’t you?”

Kaayes sighed and nodded, guilt showing clearly on his face. “My liege, if I had such a treasure, it would make carrying out the Hall’s missions much easier. I… I apologize for my selfish thoughts.”

Reymon chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Don’t trouble yourself, Kaayes. Your thoughts are not unreasonable. And yes, to answer your question—there are more of these storage rings inside this vault.”

Kaayes’s single eye lit up in surprise, while the gray-haired woman looked equally stunned.

Reymon’s smirk widened as he looked at them both. “As you know, I killed many Tree Devils during their last invasion of Sharang. These rings were among the things I looted from their corpses. I’ve kept them safe here ever since.”

Kaayes hesitated for a moment before asking, “Then, my liege… if there are more of them, why can’t we use them?”

Reymon turned the silver ring around his finger and watched how it caught the faint glow of the vault’s light. “Because you can’t use them. At least, not yet.”

Kaayes frowned slightly, confused. “Not yet?”

Reymon nodded slowly.

“These shiny little things are not Qi-bound artifacts. They don’t respond to Qi at all. They are linked to something far different—Spirit Essence. It’s a form of energy that isn’t cultivated solely through Martial Gates like Qi is.

“Instead, it’s drawn from the natural flow of the world: from the land, the air, and possibly even the emotions of living beings.”

“Emotions of living beings? Can such a thing be cultivated?” the gray-haired woman murmured, intrigued by the idea of Spirit cultivation. Reymon shrugged before answering.

“I may be wrong, but I think the reason the Tree Devils subject us Sharangians to the torture of the Devil’s Den every century is because they feed on our negative emotions to raise their Spirit cultivation faster than usual. What we call Tree Devils are nothing but Spirit cultivators from a different world.

If that assumption is correct, it could be a weakness we can exploit—if we play our cards right that is.”

Distraction is the enemy of direction.

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