A Farmer's Journey To Immortality-Chapter 450: Beginning of an Internal Strife Within the Demonic Faction?

Thus, a tragedy occurred as the Frostbound Lord's wife and Nuya's mother were kicked out of the sect after his long-time absence.

However, due to Haitin's arrangements, the same type of misfortune did not fall on Jina.

The Blackblood sect also benefited as a whole. It never had to go through internal reshuffling and the relabelling of the ambitious elders in the Blackblood Lord's absence.

That was how Hayat operated. Instead of creating conflict, he built situations where both sides could survive—and even thrive.

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Still, despite all that, one couldn't deny that Jina was rather unfortunate in her role as a wife.

Her husband had left for the Holy Land practically the same day they were married, without spending any meaningful time with her.

Jina had quietly hoped that, after the Blackblood Lord's return, they might grow into something more than just a political partnership.

After all, she had been loyal.

She had fulfilled her duties as an elder and as the third wife of the sect lord. She had never used her title to mistreat anyone. Although she was committed to her personal growth, she wasn't just hungry for power.

And yet, here he was, holding her back. In front of a crowd.

In their first meeting after years.

The Blackblood Lord looked at her silently. He could sense what she was feeling, even if she said nothing. He sighed quietly but didn't speak a word.

Then, strangely, his gaze drifted away from her and landed on someone else.

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Aksai.

The young man stiffened when he felt the Lord's gaze on him.

The Blackblood Lord smiled—a small, unreadable smile.

One that held no particular warmth but wasn't cold either. It was… curious. Mysterious. Almost as if the old monster was planning something Aksai didn't have a chance to think of.

Aksai frowned slightly.

He had seen Jina before. She was the elder who had helped him enter the Holy Land Torel. She had been kind, professional, and distant.

But now, standing beside the Blackblood Lord, things felt different. He couldn't understand what had—or hadn't—happened between them… or why the Blackblood Lord was looking at him like that.

Strange. This old demon is very strange. Did… did I impress him too much? But I kept more than half of what I could do hidden.

The moment passed quickly, but it left Aksai with a strange feeling in his chest.

And Jina?

She simply stood there, her hands folded calmly in front of her, her eyes betraying nothing.

But inside, she couldn't stop thinking about the wall that had formed between her and the man she had married… and how it felt stronger than ever, even after all this time.

As the ripples from the spatial tunnel settled, Blackblood Lord gestured to Jina that he would explain things later. Jina nodded quietly.

Then, like a proper elder of the Blackblood Sect, she took her place beside him without saying a word, no longer appearing as the sect master's wife, but as someone who served the sect with duty and respect.

It was then that the Frostbound Lord spoke. His face was cold and his expression stiff.

"Any news about the Yaksha Lord's reappearance?" he asked suddenly.

There was clear anger in his voice. His aura flickered out of control, releasing a wave of pressure that made it hard for others nearby to breathe properly.

Jina was surprised by the Blackblood Lord's serious state as well, but she still answered quickly.

"Yes, the Yaksha Lord did return. It was two days ago. That's why we prepared even more candidates to enter the Holy Land Torel than usual. We wanted to find you and help you come out too. After all, if he could return, so could you."

She paused, but when she saw the cold silence on the faces of both Core Formation Lords, she understood that something had gone wrong between them and the Yaksha Lord.

Still, she kept speaking.

"The Yaksha Lord left the area right after coming out. He didn't say anything to anyone. We tried contacting him, but got no answer. He acted just like the Haan Di Lord did before. No explanation. No help. Nothing.

And even more strange... he told all the elders of the Mroot Yaksha Sect to return to the main sect right away."

She looked down at the ground, then raised her eyes again.

"He didn't allow any Foundation Building elders from his sect to join the expedition.

But still, we took his return as good news for the demonic faction. On your son Haitin's suggestion, we increased the number of low-level Spirit cultivators from all three demonic sects," she said and turned her head to glance at the crowd standing behind them.

"I see," the Blackblood Lord finally said.

Then his eyes sharpened.

He looked straight at the sea of cultivators, his gaze cold and serious.

"Members of the Blackblood Sect and Frostbound Sect, go to the right. Members of the Mroot Yaksha Sect, move to the left. RIGHT NOW!"

His voice rang out like thunder.

Everyone moved quickly. No one dared to delay. The Blackblood Lord's tone held clear authority, and no one had the courage to question it.

As the crowd split into two groups, the air felt heavier.

The Blackblood Lord looked at the left side—the Mroot Yaksha Sect's members. These were the low-level cultivators who had been sent without knowing anything about what had happened inside.

The Blackblood Lord understood what the Yaksha Lord was trying to do.

"Haah... he wants us to release our anger on his sect's chickens. In his dreams.

But it's not like I will let them go just like that," he said with a cold laugh.

Then, he raised his hand slowly.

A small black flame appeared above his palm. It danced softly in the air but gave off an intense and dangerous heat.

He flicked his fingers, and the black flame flew straight towards the crowd on the left.

There was silence for a moment.

Then, without warning, the flame expanded with a whoosh and swallowed the entire group of low-level cultivators.

Using a 3rd realm Spirit spell to deal with the 1st realm Spirit cultivators was like an overkill. It was like using a tank in a knife fight.

Screams rang out for only a second before they were cut off. In just moments, their bodies turned to ash and charred bones.

The other two sects' members were shocked. They looked on with wide eyes, trembling. Some even fell to their knees from fear.

A single black flame from a Core Formation Lord had ended hundreds of lives in the blink of an eye.

The Blackblood Lord turned his face towards the sky and spoke loudly, his voice sharp and filled with cold fury.

"You pathetic loser... did you really think I'd let this go just like that? I didn't kill them to vent my anger. I did it to send you a message."

His voice echoed across the land.

"A warning. This... is just the beginning of what's coming for you."

Silence fell over the crowd.

Not a single person dared to speak. Not even a whisper moved through the air.

Only one question stayed in everyone's heart—

What had really happened between the three Lords inside the Holy Land Torel?

And does it mean that the demonic faction will have to face an internal strife?