A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 622: Grand Martial Hall’s Cavalry Arrives P2

The group fell silent again until an older man spoke from behind them. He had a gray beard and the calm tone of someone who had seen many battles.

His robes were worn and patched, but a faint silver glint along his forearm showed that the retired man had once been an Argent Artist.

“Although it isn’t confirmed,” the old man said slowly, “they say there’s a man named Aksai Everwood standing behind her. He’s the same man the Grand Martial Hall hunted years ago—the one with the biggest bounty in recorded history.”

The others turned to the retired Argent Artist, eyes wide.

“You mean that Aksai Everwood? The one who destroyed the Devil’s Den in Serenity Peak all by himself before disappearing?” someone whispered.

The old man nodded. “That’s the one. The Hall spent decades trying to track him down, and now he’s shown himself again. If he’s really the one helping Lady Zinnia, then the Grand Martial Hall’s in for more than they expected.”

The group fell quiet once more. Only the crackling fire broke the silence. The tension in the air felt heavy, like the moments before a thunderstorm.

Then, all of a sudden, the ground trembled. The bowls and cups placed near the fire clattered against the stones. A distant rumble rolled across the plains.

“What’s that?” a woman shouted, looking around in alarm.

At first, it felt like the wind was shifting, carrying the deep, rhythmic thunder of something enormous approaching.

For a moment, people thought an earthquake was coming—or maybe another strange wave from the cursed city. But then the sound grew sharper, faster, clearer.

The ground began to shake in a steady rhythm. The sound of countless hooves pounding against the earth filled the air.

“Cavalry!” someone yelled.

People scrambled to higher ground or climbed the walls for a better view. In the distance, through the haze of dust, lines of riders were visible — waves of them stretching far into the horizon. The sun glinted off their golden armor and flowing cloaks.

“They’re here,” the old Argent Artist murmured, his voice tight with awe and dread. “The Grand Martial Hall has come.”

From every direction, the cavalry advanced — thousands of them, closing in around the City of Red Spring like a tightening noose.

There were no Argent or Bronze Artists among them this time. Every single rider shone with the faint golden aura of the Aurous realm.

Someone gasped. “There must be at least three thousand of them!”

The old man nodded grimly. “That’s their true strength. Lord Reymon must have learned his lesson after the last disaster. He’s not sending any more weaker artists to their deaths.”

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.

As the thunder of hooves drew nearer, the air filled with agitated Qi— thick, heavy, almost electric. The ground vibrated with each galloping stride.

Even the fog around the city began to shift, rolling outward as if pushed away by the sheer power of the approaching force.

The citizens stood frozen, staring at the sea of golden light rushing toward Red Spring. Somewhere deep within the city, the massive tree creaked, its vines twitching as if sensing the arrival of new challengers.

The battle for Red Spring was about to begin again.

***

Reymon rode at the head of the Grand Martial Hall’s cavalry, his massive horse moving with steady, thunderous steps that shook the earth beneath.

The beast was no ordinary mount—it was a Qi Beast, its body wreathed in faint silver light that shimmered with every breath. Even from afar, one could feel the creature’s strength.

The beast was in the Argent Body Realm, only a single step away from breaking into the Aurous level. Reymon had raised it himself using the residual waste left from the refining of the Golden Rebirth Fruits.

Behind him, thousands of mounted warriors followed in perfect formation. Their armor gleamed faintly under the pale sunlight, their expressions grim and silent.

No one spoke as they surrounded the City of Red Springs from all sides, cutting off every possible escape route. The citizens gathered near the city walls stepped back in fear as the army passed by.

They could feel the weight of the pressure radiating from the cavalry—three thousand Aurous Body Artists, the very core of the Grand Martial Hall’s might.

The people did not dare to speak or move. They watched in silence as Reymon’s troops marched past, the sound of the horses’ hooves echoing like rolling thunder.

Reymon rode straight toward the west gate of the city. When he was only a few meters away from the entrance, he pulled back on the reins, and his horse stopped with a loud snort. The cavalry behind him also halted in perfect sync, the sound of armor and hooves settling into a deep stillness.

Raising his hand slightly, Reymon looked up at the walls of the city. His cold eyes scanned the rows of captured martial artists from the Grand Martial Hall, bound and suspended in the air by thick, pulsing vines.

The sight made his jaw tighten. The captured men and women were neither fully awake nor unconscious—some weakly lifted their heads, recognizing their comrades, while others murmured incoherent pleas.

Reymon clenched his fists, anger flashing across his face. He knew what Aksai had done. The vines swayed slightly, and his gaze stopped on the spot where one of the captives had once been.

The bloodstains were still faintly visible on the stone wall. Aksai had killed one of his Aurous Artists yesterday, just as he had warned.

A low murmur spread among the soldiers behind Reymon, but none dared to speak loudly.

Just then, a rider emerged from the forest behind the army. The man’s horse was covered in sweat, and his armor bore marks of fresh travel. He pushed through the crowd of warriors until he reached Reymon’s side.

“Lord Reymon,” the man said, bowing slightly in respect. “I checked old Kaayes and Madam Yelda’s caves. Although I could confirm that they were killed, their bodies are missing. The Golden Rebirth Fruits you gave them are also gone.”

Reymon’s expression darkened, though he did not look surprised. His lips pressed into a thin line as he whispered under his breath, “Aksai Everwood… you will pay for this.”

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