Chapter 531: Making a Statement
Aksai looked at his bear generals with a stern gaze before speaking further.
“You think the world will care that you were cubs? You think enemies will go easy on you because you were forced to grow up by me?”
The bears looked away, ears lowered, almost as if ashamed.
Aksai crouched down slightly and looked them in the eyes.
“You survived. That’s good. But from tomorrow onwards, things will change.”
He stood up again and pointed a finger at them.
“No more easy days. No more naps after lunch. Your eating time will be reduced. Your sleep will be shorter. You’ll train longer, and you’ll complain less.”
The bears looked up at him, wide-eyed and silent.
“Do you hear me?” Aksai asked.
All of them gave a slow nod, their large heads moving weakly but with understanding.
Aksai let out a breath and softened just a little.
“Good,” he said. “Now stay still. I’ll heal you. You’ve got a long few weeks ahead of you.”
He raised his hand, letting a soft glow of green Spirit light rise from his palm. The ground responded to his will.
A gentle tremble passed through the soil, and vines began to sprout—first as tiny tendrils, then growing thicker and longer in the blink of an eye.
The vines moved, slithering toward the injured woodland demon bears. They wrapped around each one with care, not too tight, but firm enough to form large leafy cocoons. The six bears were soon hidden from sight, sealed in natural pods that pulsed faintly with healing energy.
This was the healing-type Spirit spell Aksai had invented by himself after studying the Heretic Dao inheritance. Instead of making use of Aksai’s own Spirit essence as the only source of the energy, this Spirit spell also used the fertility of the soil as a fuel to induce healing. It would erode the soil’s quality for a short time but Aksai was fine with it. It wasn’t like he was trying to grow crops in this barren land anyway.
The green light shimmered over the surface of the cocoons, flowing in waves. Slowly, the vines began to recede. The cocoon walls peeled back one by one, like petals opening to sunlight.
The woodland demon bears emerged, blinking their eyes. Their wounds were nearly all gone. Deep cuts had closed, bruises had vanished, and broken bones had been mended. They stretched and shook themselves, looking more lively and alert than before.
One bear stepped forward, then another, and suddenly all six lumbered toward Aksai with excitement in their eyes. They raised their paws like children begging for a hug.
Aksai quickly raised a hand and stepped back with a small twitch of his nose.
“Ugh, hug among yourselves,” he said, scrunching his face. “You need a shower.”
The bears froze, then growled in disappointment. A few snorted. One even rolled its eyes. They acted more like teens and less like demon beasts.
“Off you go,” Aksai said with a light chuckle. He snapped his fingers.
A circle of glowing vines burst beneath the feet of the woodland bears, and in an instant, they vanished—sent back to the Enchanted Everwood Farm.
Aksai turned his eyes back to the four corpses lying in the clearing. The lightness he’d shown a moment ago was gone from his face. Now, his gaze was cold and focused.
He raised his hand and gave a small wave. The ground rustled. Thick, dark-green vines sprouted quickly around the dead bodies, coiling like snakes before slithering under and around the corpses. Slowly, the vines lifted them off the ground.
The four bodies hung in the air, limp and pale. Their robes were soaked with blood, and large, gaping holes sat in their chests and skulls where hearts and brains had once been.
The vines didn’t stop there—they wrapped tightly around arms and legs and then spread them wide at odd, unnatural angles. Bones cracked, and joints popped with quiet snaps. The sight was gruesome.
Each face still held a frozen expression of horror and pain. Eyes wide open. Mouths slightly parted. It was clear they had suffered. And now, even in death, their bodies were forced into a display of warning.
Aksai stepped forward, examining his work like an artist staring at a finished painting.
“Hmm,” he muttered under his breath. “This should be enough to rattle the Iron Mountain Sect.”
The vines pulsed with a faint glow, keeping the bodies upright and steady in the air—almost like four lifeless scarecrows hung for war, not crops.
Aksai narrowed his eyes.
“Let them wonder who did this,” he whispered. “Let them doubt. Let them fear. Of course, they’ll doubt me. But they’ll also start wondering about my background and powers, which let me best their four sect elders at once.
They’ll be pissed that I did what I did to their sect elders but that anger will also make them wary of me. It should give me enough time.”
A smile crept onto the Spirit farmer’s face. He then turned to an activity he found most enjoyable right after killing his enemies—looting. Even back in his original world, sick and stuck in bed while playing video games, he had always enjoyed looting corpses the most.
He was basically an average gamer with a loot goblin mentality. That habit had stuck with him. It also helped that Aksai still considered himself a poor Spirit farmer in this life, no matter how many assets or how much money he had acquired so far.
As such, the four sect elders didn’t stand a chance when it came to holding on to their possessions after death. Aksai figured they wouldn’t need their stuff anyway.
He gave a small wave of his hand.
The vines responded right away, slithering toward the bodies again. This time, they went for the fingers. With practiced care, they wrapped around the stiff, lifeless hands of the sect elders and slowly pulled off the strange metallic rings that glinted faintly even in the fading light.
Four storage rings.
Each one was engraved with the Iron Mountain Sect’s symbol—a small mountain etched in black metal, almost hidden unless you looked closely.
The vines brought the rings to Aksai, placing them gently in his open palm. He took a moment to look at them, weighing their feel and shape in his hand. Then he picked one and slipped it onto his finger.
He let his Spirit Sense flow into the ring. Since the sect elder had died, he didn’t find it difficult to erase the elder’s Spirit signature and remark the ring with his own.
As soon as Aksai’s Spirit Sense gave him feedback, his eyes opened wide in surprise.
“Damn,” he muttered, eyes widening slightly. “I struck it rich.”
Inside were neat stacks of Spirit stones—around thirty thousand of them, from what he could count at a glance. Enough to fund several major breakthroughs. Enough to buy a small sect’s loyalty.
But that wasn’t all. He looked deeper.
Aksai’s eyes narrowed slightly as he saw a group of old books and scrolls bundled tightly and sealed by glowing talismans.
The aura around the talismans was thick and sharp—layers of protective Spirit techniques wound tight over the texts like locks on a vault.
He reached out and lightly touched one of the seals. It burned faintly against his finger.
“Hmm. These talismans work like encryption,” he said to himself, voice calm and thoughtful.
“Even if I lift the seals and open the scrolls, I still won’t be able to read the content. Not unless I crack the talismans and make them vanish into the things they’re protecting.”
He smirked, then chuckled softly.
“Too bad for these sect elders,” he said. “I have Neural Link Fabric. And my methods with the Heretic Dao are still sharp enough to crack the encryption like this.”
His fingers tapped the scroll, and a faint spark of dark green Spirit light flashed from beneath his sleeve. His smirk widened as he began the decryption process.
Meanwhile, he proceeded to check out the other stuff.
He pushed deeper past the scrolls and books, shifting through the layered compartments inside the storage space.
His eyes lit up a little when he saw the next batch of items.
More talismans.
He pulled them out one by one, letting them hover in the air in front of him. About a dozen in total, each wrapped in thin protective Spirit film. Most were attack and defense-type—marked with old symbols from the Iron Mountain Sect’s talisman division.
“These aren’t bad,” Aksai murmured, examining one closely. “Mid-grade Spirit talismans. Still sealed, so not used yet. Should work nicely if I need to fake a retreat or bait a trap.”
He tucked the talismans away into his own storage space and kept digging.
Then something unusual caught his attention.
Buried near the back of the storage ring was a small object wrapped in a red cloth. Aksai frowned and pulled it out carefully. It was heavier than it looked.
He unwrapped the cloth slowly.
Inside was a sleek, dark artifact shaped like a short spearhead with no shaft. The edges shimmered faintly with a metallic blue glow. Runes were etched into its surface, and a dull pulse of energy came from it—steady and low, like it was sleeping.
Aksai’s eyes narrowed.
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