A Farmer's Journey To Immortality-Chapter 458: Peace Treaty P02

The moment the Blackblood Lord's words ended, a deep, heavy sound rolled through the clouds above.

Thunder!

A pale streak of lightning flashed once, and the clouds darkened slightly—just enough to show the Worldly Laws had heard and accepted his oath.

The Yaksha Lord gave a small nod, a faint smile playing on his face. He then looked to Haitin.

Haitin, who had been watching everything quietly, now felt the gaze land on him like a silent question. But instead of answering right away, he turned to look at his father.

Their eyes met. And the Blackblood Lord gave him a simple nod. Nothing more needed to be said.

Haitin stepped forward. He raised both his hands in front of his chest, pressing his palms together before releasing a breath and channeling his Spirit Essence into his voice so all present could hear him.

"I, Haitin Blackblood," he began, his voice loud but steady, "the son of Hayaat Blackblood and the next sect leader of the Blackblood Sect… pledge to honor my father's promise to the Yaksha Lord even after his death."

There was no trembling in his voice. No hesitation.

"If I fail to do this," he said, "may my Dao Path end… and may my sect fall into ruin. Let shame cover my clan and my bloodline, and let my name be forgotten."

A quiet chill passed through the plaza. The low-level Spirit cultivators who were hiding or watching from behind the wedding pavilion couldn't help but draw in a breath.

Haitin wasn't in a 3rd Spirit realm. As such, he couldn't make Dao Oaths. Despite that, his words carried weight. He had staked everything—his future, his sect, and his pride as a cultivator.

The Yaksha Lord's smile grew deeper.

He raised a hand and, with a flick of his sleeve, sent the glowing Spirit Nirvana Pill flying gently toward the Blackblood Lord.

The Yaksha Lord didn't linger after that.

He looked toward Haitin and Siya standing side by side and gave a short, firm nod.

"Congratulations," he said simply. "May your union bring strength to your sects."

He gave one final glance to the other Core Formation Lords watching from their seats, acknowledging their presence, but said nothing more.

Then, with a burst of energy and a gust of wind that made several robes flutter, the Yaksha Lord leapt into the sky and flew off into the distance, his figure shrinking until it disappeared into the clouds.

Only when he was gone did the people gathered in the plaza let out the breath they had been holding in silence.

The tension that had wrapped around the wedding like a coiled serpent slowly unknotted itself.

Some of the lower realm cultivators exchanged glances in disbelief. Others shook their heads quietly, still trying to process what they had witnessed.

But one thing was clear.

The peace between the Blackblood Sect and the Yaksha Sect had been sealed under oath. And for the first time in many years, there was a small chance that true unity could return to the demonic faction—even if it came at the price of two dying Lords.

The skies quickly brightened again after the Yaksha Lord's departure.

There was still a sense of caution in the air, but with the most dangerous part of the day now behind them, the crowd began to settle into the wedding once more. freewebnσvel.cøm

The Haan Di Lord stepped forward and raised both his hands. A faint, calming pressure spread from his body as he looked at the bride and groom with a slight smile.

"Now that the matters of blood and burden are settled," he said, "let us return to what this day was truly meant to be."

Haitin and Siya stepped forward again, hands joined.

Following the traditional rites of the Blackblood clan, they exchanged vows under the Blessing Stone, a black crystal pillar that flickered with gentle blue light when touched by Spirit Essence. They each channeled a strand of their essence into it, and the stone shimmered brighter, accepting their vows.

The crowd clapped, some with genuine smiles, others simply following the moment.

With the ceremony done, the Haan Di Lord gave a slow nod and stepped aside.

The music returned.

Servants stepped out from behind tall pillars, carrying dishes that gave off soft, fragrant steam. Long tables were set under shaded awnings, filled with Spirit-infused food, rare beast meat, fruit wine, and strong liquor brewed with Spirit roots.

Of course, Aksai helped himself to the treat. He liked eating at weddings. Plus, he had never seen such lavish food being served to the guests in such carefree manner.

Even though he was an island owner of the Emerald Cove, the luxury exuded by the Blackblood sect unsurprisingly impressed him. This was a genuine powerhouse of the Dadangar Subcontinent. Aksai's measly recent gains couldn't compare to the inherited wealth that was accumulated and grown for so long.

Siya and Haitin retreated from the crowd, finding a quiet spot near the back of the main plaza. From there, they could see the entire celebration unfold.

Artists and performers came to the front stage one by one—some were mortal dancers with painted faces, while others were low-level Spirit cultivators showing off tricks like floating water or creating small illusionary beasts that pranced across the stage.

Haitin glanced sideways at Siya. He was about to say something to her. But for some reason, he paused.

Just then, a familiar figure stepped up to them.

Aksai bowed to both of them and smiled.

"Congratulations, Brother Haitin. Lady Siya."

"Brother Aksai," Haitin said warmly. "I'm glad you stayed for the wedding. I know it wasn't easy, especially since you were itching to head to the Duya Forest even before you entered "that" place."

"Well, that's true," Aksai replied with a short laugh.

"But I'm glad I came. I got to witness the showdown between the Core Formation Lords. Keke.

Still… if this is how it begins, I worry about your anniversaries."

Siya grinned. "At least they won't be boring."

"Haha. That's true," Aksai said, then took out the wedding gift he had prepared in advance—an artifact shaped like a metallic flower, its sealed space holding several scrolls.

It wasn't much, just his observations and notes on the Heretic Dao inheritance. Aksai had already shared some personal anecdotes with Haitin before. These scrolls were the remaining half.

Aksai knew Haitin would appreciate the gift.