Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8279 - 257-gathered (1)

A thunderous boom echoed through the air as the trio flew forward. It was the unmistakable sound of a fierce battle between two combatants. The three stopped instantly, with Yan Bei and Zhao Wuji immediately turning their attention toward Zhao Hai. Given that their own divine senses were limited, they relied on Zhao Hai, who had already demonstrated a far superior sensory range.

Zhao Hai narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low tone, "The spiritual Qi fluctuations in that direction are too turbulent to see clearly. However, I can sense a powerful presence of battle corpses due to the intense Yin Qi. This isn't the signature of the Yin Ghost Sect; it belongs to the Corpse Demon Sect. I suggest we steer clear of them."

The two men were momentarily stunned by Zhao Hai’s assessment before nodding in agreement. They were well aware of the Corpse Demon Sect’s reputation. Not only were they among the most formidable powers in the Blood Sea Realm, but they were also notoriously unreasonable. Whether dealing with disciples or Elders, they lacked any sense of logic. While they might show a modicum of restraint toward other members of the ten major sects, they were utterly ruthless toward smaller organizations.

Because of this volatile temperament, disciples from the other great sects generally avoided contact with them. If a Corpse Demon Sect member was spotted, others would typically vanish. If you happened to cross their path while they were in a foul mood, you would inevitably become the target of their aggression.

With a faint smile, Zhao Hai altered their course and began to fly slowly in a new direction. Their progress was short-lived, however. Before they had gone far, bursts of sword Qi erupted ahead, accompanied by the eerie wails of ghosts. Once again, they were forced to halt. The sharp nature of the sword Qi made it obvious that disciples from the Sharp Sword Sect were involved.

Yan Bei let out a weary sigh. "Forget it. I have no desire to tangle with them right now. Let’s head another way." Zhao Wuji agreed, and the two prepared to pivot, only to realize that Zhao Hai remained motionless. He stood there with a calm expression, staring intently toward the source of the Sharp Sword Sect’s energy.

Confused by his stillness, Yan Bei asked, "What is it? Do you actually want to wipe out the Sharp Sword Sect? Look, even if there are no laws in this place, there is no point in killing them on sight. It’s a waste of time. I’ll settle scores with them when a better opportunity arises. There is nothing to gain from fighting them now."

Zhao Hai turned to Yan Bei, a peculiar smile playing on his lips. "No, I am observing the person fighting them. He is actually a member of our Bloody Massacre Sect." The expression on Zhao Hai’s face was difficult to read—it was a mix of amusement and something more sinister. Yan Bei felt a chill, sensing that there was a hidden meaning behind that strange look.

Yan Bei looked at him with confusion. "What’s the matter? Don't tell me you intend to rescue him? Didn't you explicitly say you wouldn't bother saving anyone?" Yan Bei was baffled by the sudden change in attitude. Zhao Hai had been adamant about not helping fellow sect members, so why the sudden interest?

"I certainly won't be saving them, but don't you find this situation suspicious?" Zhao Hai asked gravely. "When we battled the ghost within the Yin-Yang Mirror, the commotion was massive, yet no one interfered. Now that we've emerged, we find enemies blocking us in every direction we turn. Isn't that too convenient? If I'm right, we have been targeted by a coalition of several groups. I’m quite curious to know who has the influence to coordinate all these factions—including the Corpse Demon Sect—just to deal with us."

Upon hearing this, Yan Bei and Zhao Wuji’s faces paled. They scanned their surroundings with heightened vigilance but saw nothing. Zhao Hai looked at his companions, then smiled toward a specific spot. "Friend from the Rahu Sect, there is no use in hiding. You’ve been watching us for quite a while, haven't you? Tell your people to stop the theater. We’ve seen through the act, so stop wasting your breath." Zhao Hai stood perfectly still, addressing a crumbling wall of a ruined house where a single section still stood upright.

Yan Bei and Zhao Wuji fixed their eyes on the wall. Under their intense scrutiny, the air near the surface began to shimmer and distort. A figure clad in black gradually materialized. His attire was the sleek, practical garb of a professional traveler, distinct from the robes of the Dark Ghost Sect. The trio immediately recognized it as the signature uniform of the Rahu Sect.

Members of the Rahu Sect were renowned assassins. They favored these "night-traveler" clothes because they were streamlined for movement and served as specialized Dharma clothing, designed to mask both their aura and physical presence. It was the standard equipment for their trade.

The Rahu Sect disciple stared at Zhao Hai and spoke in a heavy voice, "I am impressed. I didn't expect you to detect me, let alone realize the battles were a staged performance. Remarkable. However, it changes nothing. You are already dead. You would be wise to stay here quietly; otherwise, your end will be far more painful."

Zhao Hai chuckled at the threat. "Of course, we will wait right here. Since they’ve gone to such lengths to surround all four hundred of us, leaving isn't really an option. We might as well see this through." Zhao Hai then descended to the ground. Though confused, Yan Bei and Zhao Wuji followed his lead. None of them noticed that as Zhao Hai’s feet touched the earth, a Red Lotus flower quietly sank into the soil and vanished.

The assassin was surprised by their compliance but quickly dispatched a message via a jade slip. He kept a sharp eye on them, seemingly worried they might bolt. Zhao Hai remained unbothered, sitting calmly, while Zhao Wuji and Yan Bei grew increasingly tense as they felt dozens of powerful auras closing in. It was clear the enemy was converging.

Facing eight or ten opponents wouldn't have scared them, but dozens of elites was a different story. Every cultivator allowed into this area was a True Disciple and a top-tier talent of their respective sects. Taking on such a large group of peers was a daunting prospect.

Zhao Hai remained stoic. He looked up at the Rahu Sect disciple and asked, "I’m genuinely intrigued. Since when do the assassins of the Rahu Sect take orders from others? This is quite a development." Despite being an assassin guild, the Rahu Sect held immense prestige. They were so protective of their autonomy that they didn't even allow branches on the Earth Death Warriors Island. For such an arrogant group to follow someone else's lead was highly unusual.

The disciple replied coldly, "No one gives orders to the Rahu Sect!" He fell silent after that, but Zhao Hai’s eyes flashed with realization. Even though the man had been brief, Zhao Hai had extracted the information he needed.

"'No one can order the people of the Rahu Sect.' That is a famous quote from your previous Sect Leaders," Zhao Hai remarked calmly. "But you forgot the second half: 'unless it is a mission.' This means you’ve taken a contract. The person who hired you—and survived the encounter—must be exceptionally powerful. Furthermore, the Corpse Demon Sect members we encountered were acting, despite their infamous pride. This implies the coordinator holds a status even higher than theirs. Who could command such respect from them? The answer is obvious: it’s someone from the Corpse Demon Sect itself, but someone with immense authority and strength. Am I close?"

The Rahu Sect cultivator looked at Zhao Hai with visible shock. He hadn't expected someone to piece together the entire plot from a single sentence. Zhao Hai saw the reaction and knew he had hit the mark. He smiled and continued, "The Corpse Demon Sect is indeed influential, which explains why the other sects are cooperating. But why stop me? Ah, it must be the disturbance we created when we broke that restriction. They realized I have a talent for breaking seals and want to use me for other locations. Since they didn't know which path I'd take, they set an ambush in every direction. Clever. This mastermind is quite the strategist."

Yan Bei and Zhao Wuji watched the Rahu Sect disciple, who stood frozen, staring at Zhao Hai as if he were looking at a freak of nature. It was clear Zhao Hai was 100% correct. The two companions were floored by Zhao Hai’s deductive abilities; it was simply staggering.

Zhao Hai looked toward the horizon and smiled. "They’ve arrived. How fascinating. Every major power is represented here. The Giant Demon Sect, Bloody Massacre Sect, Dark Ghost Sect, Rahu Sect, Corpse Demon Sect, Yin Yang Sect, Sharp Sword Sect, Heaven Crippling Sect, Sick Man Sect, and Poison Insect Valley. All ten great sects have gathered. This is going to be interesting."