A Farmer's Journey To Immortality-Chapter 471: Humeyin’s Betrothal P01

The Blackblood Lord coughed softly, struggling to speak clearly, though his voice still carried a bit of his well-established authority.

"I… I suddenly find myself short on time, since I'm dying… so I have to do everything at once.

Isn't it funny? Men make plans as if they have all the time in the world, never knowing when they will take their last breath. Aren't we all just flesh balloons inflated with arrogance?

It makes me think. Are… are there really people in this world who die without regrets?

I wonder if mortals die peacefully when every dream of theirs has been fulfilled in their lifetimes? Or is it that no life exists without regrets?"

The Blackblood Lord sighed before shaking his head.

"Aaah… I digress. Perhaps this whole dying thing really got to me as well. I'm not as strong as I thought I was, I guess. Forgive me for rambling and wasting your time."

He chuckled again, though the sound was dry and thin.

Aksai stepped forward slowly, eyes steady, voice calm.

"I don't mind the wait, Master," he said softly.

"I'm here to listen to anything you have to say. Death comes to all of us, as long as we're alive. We all march towards it with our eyes closed.

I dare say that you are strong because you suddenly had your eyes open and got to know when it'll come for you and still managed to keep yourself together."

Aksai said and paused as if thinking about something. His eyes shined briefly as he spoke further.

"Death came for my father too, and he had many regrets. He was cursed to have big dreams and little to no opportunities to fulfill them. Perhaps, that is one of the greatest forms of human miseries.

So it's fine to have regrets. Since everyone has them, you are no different. At least you can find comfort in telling yourself that you are not the only one."

Aksai then looked at Haitin and Humeyin briefly before speaking further.

"Whatever dreams you can't complete, I'm sure your children will do everything they can to fulfill them—just like I'm doing everything I can to fulfill my father's dying wishes. And the cycle goes on until one of us breaks it for the better.

It's not the best remedy for this disease called regrets. But… it still works to soothe one's heart."

Aksai spoke seriously. Seeing the Blackblood Lord's condition reminded him of his own father's final moments, dying quietly in their small, rented farmhouse.

He couldn't help but think that death was a strange equalizer—it treated mortals and Spirit cultivators the same, turning them into helpless beings who could only dwell on their pasts.

Perhaps this was the true reason behind the struggle of every Immortal cultivator. They didn't want to die with regrets, so they kept fighting, kept surviving.

Aksai wondered if even Immortals ever felt true satisfaction after achieving all their dreams. But then he dismissed the thought just as quickly as they appeared.

The minds of sentient beings were as fleeting as their dreams.

When one goal was achieved, a new one would appear. The cycle never ended.

Still, the pursuit of Immortality was better than dying with countless regrets. That pursuit might not grant a regretless death, but it could at least leave one with fewer regrets.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

That was the kind of motivation a Spirit cultivator needed to keep walking forward on their path, without ever stopping.

The room had gone quiet again after Aksai's words. The Blackblood Lord looked at him for a long moment, eyes dim but still sharp. His pale lips curled into a small smile.

"Aksai… boy… What is your dream in life?"

Aksai blinked in surprise, before briefly losing himself in contemplation.

"My dream?" he repeated, then paused to think.

"In the beginning, I cultivated because of my father. It was his dream… to see me stand at the top of this world. That dream became mine too. I worked hard every day, hoping to reach that peak and make him proud."

He looked down briefly, his smile growing a bit wistful.

"But after gaining some knowledge, meeting more people, and seeing the vastness of the boundless cosmos… I started dreaming differently. It made me realize how insignificant we really are in the grand scheme of things. That my dreams are nothing but a joke in the eyes of an Immortal.

This realization encouraged and discouraged me at the same time? Does it make sense? I… I don't know.

So I don't want to set some grand, unreachable goal anymore. I just want to keep moving forward on my path as a Spirit cultivator—one step at a time."

He looked back up, his eyes calm and honest. "So my goal is simple and something easily achievable for me. I can work on this goal every day without worrying about the future."

"Go on," the Blackblood Lord said. And Aksai smiled before speaking further.

"I want to live up to my full potential. I want to enjoy life, see the world for everything it has to offer, and feel the happiness that comes with growing stronger.

I don't dream of having no regrets—because that's impossible. Instead, I want to find the kind of peace and joy that can wash away those regrets. That's enough for me."

The Blackblood Lord let out a loud laugh, though it ended in a short cough.

"Hah! Good… good answer," he said, breathing heavily. "You are a wise one, lad."

Then, he paused and looked around the room before locking eyes with Aksai again.

"Since we're speaking of dreams, I'll speak of one of mine." He smiled faintly before saying seriously.

"I want to betroth my daughter to you before I die."

Aksai smiled for a good two or three seconds before his smile suddenly froze, as if he had seen a ghost. Haitin's eyes widened in surprise.

Humeyin blinked repeatedly, like a squirrel unsure of what to do with a giant acorn it had found by accident.