A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 688: First Supreme P3

The sky above the sea trembled as two powerful auras collided in the open air.

Aksai hovered calmly on the back of his draconic Bluewind Eagle, his posture relaxed but alert. His eyes were fixed on the man standing opposite him in midair.

This was the First Supreme of Kalingoot.

Saarken Starfire.

By mortal standards, Saarken looked to be in his early fifties. His white and gray hair was wild and unkempt, flowing freely in the night wind. A thick, unruly beard covered much of his face, making him look rough and fierce. His eyes burned with anger, glowing faintly with Spirit light.

Blood trickled from one corner of his lips. The stain was fresh.

It was clear that he was injured internally. His breathing was steady, but there was a slight hitch to it—something only an experienced cultivator could notice. His Spirit aura fluctuated in small waves, not fully stable.

Saarken wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and glared at Aksai.

“You,” he growled.

“You little rat. I was going to crush the Alliance eventually anyway. But I didn’t know it was in such a hurry to get destroyed by me.

“Earlier, I was planning to only deal with the island owners and their immediate subordinates and spare the rest of the islanders. But your impudent act has sealed the fates of all the low-level cultivators and mortals even remotely associated with the island owners.”

His voice was deep and filled with rage.

Aksai did not respond right away. He simply studied Saarken with calm eyes, taking in the injury, the unstable aura, and the fury barely held in check.

’Kekeke. That guy really pulled it off. It was a good decision to spare him,’ Aksai thought to himself, silently giving Loken his due credit.

Saarken’s anger only grew stronger at Aksai’s silence.

’I was in close-door cultivation,’ Saarken thought to himself. ’One step away from stabilizing my 7th-level Spirit Core realm. And then everything went wrong. My Spirit essence went wild. My core nearly cracked.’

His eyes narrowed.

’And at the same time, the Alliance moves against Kalingoot under this new Lord’s leadership. Our barrier fails. Our base falls into chaos.’

Saarken clenched his fists.

’This man… he is the reason behind my cultivation deviation.’

Although Saarken had guessed part of the truth, he did not know the whole story.

He did not know that it was the Third Supreme, Loken, who had worked with the Iron Mountain Sect to unleash chaos on Kalingoot’s base. He did not know about the hidden traps placed around his cultivation abode.

He did not know that his Spirit essence deviation was not a move executed on the spot, but a carefully planned operation carried out by Kalingoot’s biggest spy.

All Saarken saw was the result. And in his eyes, the one standing before him was responsible.

Aksai finally spoke.

“Cut the small talk,” he said calmly. “If you want to destroy the Alliance, here’s your chance. Why don’t you just take it and see for yourself?”

Saarken let out a harsh laugh that turned into a cough. More blood stained his beard.

“Arrogant,” Saarken spat. “Even injured, I can still crush you.”

Aksai smiled at Saarken’s response. Saarken wasn’t technically wrong. After all, Aksai had been wary of him ever since he learned about him from the Third Supreme and his ghost mentor’s memories.

Saarken was not only genuinely talented but also extremely determined. By sacrificing a century of his lifespan using a cruel demonic method, he had not only completely neutralized his ghost mentor but also devoured his memories and experiences. He had even dared to merge with his ghost mentor’s soul to take full ownership of the borrowed Spirit Core.

Because of this act, his Soul Origin was damaged, forcing him to undergo many long and intense close-door cultivation sessions to stabilize his injuries and recover.

Although his soul was injured, the First Supreme of Kalingoot had gained a great deal.

First, he obtained complete ownership of the Spirit Core, becoming a true Core Formation Lord. Second, he gained many techniques and insights from his ghost mentor, making him the strongest of the three Supremes of Kalingoot.

The First Supreme was the only one among the three with late-stage Core Formation realm cultivation. He was also one of the most steadfast cultivators. Aside from a minor weakness for beauties, he rarely indulged in pleasure or leisure.

Aksai knew it would be utterly foolish to fight Saarken at his peak. Even with many advantages and trump cards, Aksai was still a new Core Formation Lord, while Saarken possessed late-stage Third Spirit realm cultivation along with the experience to use it well.

Because of this, the moment Aksai learned of the First Supreme’s true strength, he marked him as one of the most dangerous enemies he would face. This was why he did not kill Loken immediately and instead allowed him to spy on Kalingoot.

Saarken’s Spirit aura surged, flaring outward like raging fire. The sea far below churned as pressure descended from the sky.

Aksai’s Bluewind Eagle screeched and spread its wings wider, resisting the pressure.

Aksai remained steady.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp.

“Injured or not,” he said, “you came out to face me. That means one thing.”

Saarken stared at him.

“You’re quite arrogant to think that you alone can deal with me. That isn’t true in your current condition. And even if it were, you are bound to lose your foundation—Kalingoot.

“Before coming here, did you pause to think about the remaining two Supremes? Do you know what happened to them? Do you really think I pulled off this surprise attack on your base all by myself, without help from the other two Supremes?

“Hehehe. What do you think they’d be doing at this point now that they used you as a scapegoat? And how secure do you think Kalingoot treasury is at the time of utter chaos unfolding on the island?”

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