A Farmer's Journey To Immortality

Chapter 466: Humeyin Blackblood P02

The pressure Aksai felt from this woman was slow, creeping in from the edges of his senses.

It was like walking through a forest, unaware of how close the sea was—until you suddenly step out into the open and the vastness of the ocean rushes into your chest.

Aksai staggered slightly.

Just moments ago, he had felt nothing. But now, it was as if the entire air around him had grown heavier, filled with potent Spirit essence and spiritual weight.

His breath caught in his throat. It wasn't crushing, but it was powerful. Deep. Like standing before something immense and slightly dangerous.

That pressure wasn't from a regular Core Formation Lord. Aksai should know because he had met with many of them during Haitin's wedding. And this pressure wasn't exerted by the young woman. It surrounded her naturally.

She was not just someone who had just stepped into that realm, but someone who had stood firm inside it. Someone who had walked far along the path.

Aksai could no longer move forward. He turned to the Blackblood Lord, voice low and slightly hoarse.

"Master… who is she?"

The old man simply smiled, his eyes watching the figure inside the Yantra with something that looked like pride… and sorrow.

"You'll know soon enough," he said softly. "But for now, just observe her. That's the one I accepted the treaty for. That… is the one who will carry my legacy."

Aksai stood quietly at the edge of the grand, open hall, his eyes fixed on the transparent figure in the middle of the Yantra. The woman hadn't moved much. Yet, everything around her seemed alive with quiet motion.

She was deep in cultivation, sitting cross-legged in the heart of the glowing formation. The runes around her pulsed in rhythm with her breathing.

She used not just the Yantra, but a set of Mantras as well. Her lips moved, soundlessly reciting complicated verses in ancient Spirit language that harmonized with the flow of Spirit essence.

Her hands moved in a slow, graceful rhythm. Mudra after Mudra formed between her fingers—fluid gestures that shaped the energy around her.

One after another, she weaved them into one continuous chain, like a dance of fingers and will. There was no hesitation, no mistakes. The entire process looked so smooth that it reminded Aksai of his own Mudra-weaving techniques.

But there was a reason Aksai could be referred to as a Mudra-weaving maestro. He was basically cheating.

Aksai relied on something else—his neural link fabric for his unparalleled Mudra-casting abilities. The neural link fabric gave him an edge, a way to handle complex Mudra chains far beyond the level of normal Spirit cultivators.

However, this girl had no such tool. She did it on her own, with just her body and mind.

That was the part that stunned him the most.

Even though Aksai could do better than her if he was in the Core Formation realm, it wouldn't be a noticeable difference. Her precision was nearly perfect.

After all, only performing physical action of Mudras wasn't enough. One had to sync their Spirit essence with their Spirit Sense and spiritual senses. Only then one could be called a Mudra-weaving Maestro.

Time passed slowly, and then, the glow around the formation began to dim slightly. The Mantras stopped. The Mudras faded. Her body relaxed as she completed a full cycle of her cultivation.

Then, her eyes opened.

Although Aksai couldn't determine the color of her eyes, they were clear and calm, but sharp—like water that had settled after a storm. She looked around the hall for a moment, and then her gaze landed on Aksai.

She didn't speak. Her expression didn't change. But her eyes lingered on him, puzzled and thoughtful, as if trying to place who he was or why he was there.

Aksai felt the pressure from her just by her looking at him. Not spiritual pressure, but the quiet weight of someone who had seen more than her age might suggest.

She was young, maybe his age—but there was a strange maturity in her gaze. Not cold, but not exactly warm either.

Then, she turned her gaze to the Blackblood Lord.

And just like that, her face softened. A small smile appeared on her lips. It wasn't forced. It wasn't wide. But it was warm.

"Father, you are here," she said in a calm, clear voice.

Humeyin Blackblood's tone was light, but respectful. She rose from her position with slow grace, her feet barely making a sound as she stepped across the Yantra.

Even as she walked, her body shimmered faintly—still carrying that glass-like glow, like moonlight dancing through clear water.

Humeyin walked towards them, each step steady and controlled, her smile never fading.

Aksai stood still, his heart oddly calm yet curious. He glanced at the Blackblood Lord, who was smiling faintly—proud and quiet—as he watched her approach.

This girl… she wasn't just a talented cultivator. She was his daughter.

And Aksai realized then—this was who the Spirit Nirvana Pill was meant for.

Haitin was indeed talented. But in front of his sister Humeyin? He was nothing but an average rogue cultivator.

The Blackblood Lord chuckled deeply as his daughter came closer.

"There you are, little one," he said as he opened his arms wide.

Humeyin stepped into his embrace without hesitation. She wrapped her arms around him gently, her hands pressing lightly against his back. Then, slowly, she rested her head on his chest, right over the place where his strange, glass-like heart lay.

She closed her eyes, feeling the faint, uneven rhythm of his heartbeat. It was soft—too soft—and slower than it should be. Her smile wavered.

"Haha," The Blackblood Lord laughed again, loud enough to echo around the chamber. The laughter was a form of defence mechanism, Aksai could tell.

The Blackblood Lord lifted a hand and gently stroked his prodigious daughter's head, his fingers combing through her hair with fatherly care.

"Don't worry," he said in a voice that held both strength and calm. "I won't die tonight, you silly child."

Humeyin hesitated for a second longer, then stepped back slowly, her face smoothing out again. Her sorrow was still there, hidden behind her calm, but she didn't let it show anymore.

"How was your practice?" he asked, looking at her with genuine interest.

She gave a small nod and spoke softly. "It was good. The Frostbound Lord came to see me earlier in the morning… before elder brother Haitin's wedding ceremony. He helped me stabilize my situation."

The Blackblood Lord raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That old frozen stick actually did something like that without me asking for his help?"

Humeyin let out a small laugh.

"He's not as cold as people think. Anyway. I think… with his help, I can stay in the sun for at least a year or two this time."