A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 632: Reymon’s Surrender P2

Reymon straightened his back and gathered what little Aurous Qi he still had.

His voice spread across the silent remains of Red Springs.

“All of you… leave the city,” he said, trying to speak clearly.

“This battle… it has already ended. And it has ended in our defeat. I… I accept the loss on behalf of the entire Hall. Now… Wait for me outside.”

Many heads turned to him with disbelief and shock. His words felt like sharp blades to their hearts.

Reymon hesitated for a second, then added, “If I do not return by the end of the day… go to the Hall’s headquarters. Discuss among yourselves and choose your next leader.”

A heavy silence followed. Some elders shouted at him right away.

“Grand Master! Don’t stay! Come with us!”

Others, filled with rage and hate, pointed at Aksai with bloodshot eyes.

“We will stay and fight him! We will buy you time! Grand Master, escape!”

Reymon’s expression twisted with frustration and sorrow. He roared back at them, his voice shaking the air.

“Be quiet! Did you forget our Hall’s goals? I gave an order — leave!”

The roar carried not just authority, but also pain. Those who heard it lowered their heads, torn between loyalty and fear.

One by one, the survivors began moving, some limping, some crying, some glaring at Aksai with unwilling hatred, but still obeying.

Meanwhile, Aksai stood calm with his hands behind his back. His face did not show pride, pity, or interest. He simply watched, like he was waiting for a conversation, not a fight.

Reymon kept looking at him from a distance, his eyes tired but steady, as if preparing himself for whatever came next.

The next moment.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Reymon walked slowly toward Aksai, his steps heavy and uneven. His clothes were half burned, and his breath was rough, but he still carried a calm face, as if he had already accepted whatever was coming.

Aksai watched him quietly until Reymon was close enough.

With a small wave of his hand, thick vines broke out from under the ground and bent themselves into two chairs. More roots twisted down from the burnt branches above and formed a dark wooden table between them.

Aksai gestured toward one chair.

“Sit.”

Reymon stared for a moment, unsure, but then lowered himself into the seat. His body trembled slightly from fatigue and pain. Aksai sat down across from him, relaxed but alert.

With another small gesture, two wooden chalices appeared on the table. Then, Aksai reached into his storage and pulled out a dark bottle sealed with a special talisman.

He tapped the talisman with his finger. A faint glow flickered, and the seal broke.

He poured wine into both cups, the smell rich and sweet, like something vintage and treasured. He slid one cup toward Reymon, then lifted his own and waited.

Reymon stared at the drink with narrowed eyes. His fingers twitched, unsure whether to touch it.

Aksai let out a soft laugh. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it in a simpler way. Poison is not my style.”

He paused for a heartbeat, then added with a dry chuckle “At least… not yet.”

With that, Aksai drank his cup in one go, then calmly poured himself another.

Reymon looked stunned. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, as if arguing with himself. After a long struggle, he finally spoke.

“You… Don’t want to kill me?”

Aksai tilted his head slightly. “Do you want me to kill you?”

Reymon’s eyes widened. “Why would you not kill me? The battle between you and the Grand Martial Hall is finished. You won. Even if I dislike the methods you used… even if they were shameless and full of tricks… victory is still victory. I won’t deny that.”

Aksai smiled lightly, not offended at all, and tapped his cup on the table.

“What do I gain by killing you? I have no interest in becoming the ruler of Sharang’s martial world. This land… isn’t meant for me anymore.”

He leaned back in his chair, voice calm and honest, as if speaking about something already decided:

“I’ll leave this world soon.”

Reymon stared at the wine cup for a long moment, his brows drawn close. His hand was steady, but anyone watching could tell he was still unsure. At last, he lifted the cup and brought it to his lips. The clear liquid touched his tongue, and his eyes widened a little before he managed to hide it.

The taste was smooth, rich, and gentle like warm rain. A soft wave of Spirit energy spread through his body. His skin felt lighter, his mind clearer, and his Spirit cultivation realm faintly shook as if it had taken a small step forward. Even though it was only a sip, he could sense the difference. The wine was not normal. It was priceless.

He took two more slow sips before placing the cup down with great care. He closed his eyes, breathed in, and steadied himself. When he opened them again, he looked straight at Aksai. His voice became firm.

“Then what do you want me to do? I don’t think I have much to offer someone like you.”

Aksai leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and confident.

“The corrupted druids,” he said slowly. “They are the enemies of Sharang, right? And you want to unite Sharang and stand against them. So… let’s use an old truth. The enemy of my enemy can become my friend.”

Reymon frowned as he looked at Aksai “How did the corrupted druids become your enemies? Aren’t you one of them?”

Aksai shook his head with a calm smile.

“Not really. I could have walked the same path as them, but I chose a different bloodline path. I won’t say for sure that they see me as their enemy, but I will not wait to find out.

“When I plan my future, I always think of the worst possible outcome. Helping Sharang grow stronger as a whole is part of that plan. Now do you understand?”

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