Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8306: Massacring the island (1)

The God-slaying saber was typically kept in a secluded location specifically due to its unique properties. To prevent its overwhelming killing intent from leaking out and harming others, no restrictive seals were placed upon it. The blade's aura of slaughter was so potent that prolonged exposure could corrupt a person's psyche, driving those with fragile wills into madness.

Aware of these dangers, Lei Gang issued his commands to Zhao Hai. He urged him to attempt the task but emphasized that he should not take unnecessary risks, making his personal safety the top priority. Nevertheless, it was clear that securing the God-slaying saber would be a major victory; without that weapon, the traitors would be far easier to suppress.

Yan Bei, who had also reviewed the orders, turned to Zhao Hai with a look of concern. "Little Hai, what is your plan? This isn't a simple mission. The danger involved is extreme," he remarked. Yan Bei understood all too well that a single mistake could cost Zhao Hai his life. Truthfully, he hoped Zhao Hai would reconsider taking on such a perilous assignment.

"It’s fine," Zhao Hai replied, offering a reassuring smile. "We will assess the situation once we reach the West Sea. If an opportunity presents itself, we’ll investigate. If it’s too dangerous, we’ll simply drop it." Zhao Hai had no intention of being reckless. While he was naturally cautious, he felt a strong curiosity to see the legendary God-slaying saber for himself.

"Then explain to me, what is our next move?" Yan Bei asked, watching him closely. Knowing that Zhao Hai wasn't the type to abandon a mission easily, Yan Bei figured the best way to help was to understand the strategy. He wanted to ensure that Zhao Hai remained out of harm's way as much as possible.

Zhao Hai grinned and answered, "First, we head to the West Ocean. Once there, we’ll find a chance to assume different identities and infiltrate the area. That’s the only way to truly understand what’s happening on the inside." While Zhao Hai had a plan in mind, he knew the execution would be difficult and required the utmost care.

Yan Bei looked startled. "Impersonating someone? I doubt that will be easy," he said. The idea of using a disguise gave him pause. While the cultivation world had many techniques for altering one's appearance, most were easily seen through by high-level experts. An Island Lord, for instance, could expose a facade simply by sweeping the area with their mental power. Such tricks worked on low-level disciples but were generally considered useless among the elite.

The stakes for Zhao Hai’s mission were incredibly high. Because the God-slaying saber was vital to the traitors' cause, they were bound to guard it with extreme vigilance. If Zhao Hai’s cover was blown, he would find himself in immediate, mortal danger.

"We’ll see how it goes," Zhao Hai said with a smile. He then signaled the blood lotus to accelerate, steering it directly toward the western sea. The blood lotus contracted until it was only the size of a palm, blending into the blood sea as it traveled. It emitted a faint crimson mist and moved without triggering any energy fluctuations, appearing as nothing more than a natural part of the environment.

A month passed before the blood lotus reached the borders of the West Sea realm. During the journey, Zhao Hai maintained contact with Shen Nanzheng and Zhu Yong. Business for Zhu Yong had slowed significantly; because Zhao Hai had been unreachable for so long, they had been unable to accept orders for high-grade elixirs or weapon refining.

However, Zhu Yong had successfully gathered a wealth of intelligence, particularly regarding the rebellion. He had caught wind of the plot before the traitors struck, but the enemy had moved with such speed that the coup was already underway by the time the reports reached him. This failure to act sooner had left him deeply frustrated.

Now that Zhao Hai had re-established contact, he instructed Zhu Yong to resume business operations, including the production of pills and weapons. He continued to demand intelligence but warned Zhu Yong not to take unnecessary risks. Meanwhile, Gou’zi’s progress was impressive; he had already reached the 5th level of the Dharma power realm, showing remarkably rapid growth in strength.

With his affairs in order, Zhao Hai focused on the current state of the Blood Killing Sect’s western territories. The region was no longer under the sect's control and had been renamed the Blood Sea Alliance. This was a coalition formed by several islands to oppose the Blood Killing Sect. The core of the rebellion consisted of a few Island Lords from the Northwest and West Sea, along with two Elders. Any Island Lords in the Northwest who had initially resisted the takeover had been executed.

To solidify their grip and force the local lords into submission, Bai Xin and Yin Wuchang had been ruthless, murdering several dissenters. By replacing the leadership with their own loyalists, they had managed to secure the two seas in record time. On the surface, their territory now seemed impenetrable.

However, the sheer scale of the ocean meant that islands were isolated by vast distances. While the defensive arrays on the islands themselves were fully active and formidable, it was impossible to monitor every inch of the massive blood sea. The gaps in their defense were simply too large to cover completely.

Zhao Hai and Yan Bei were currently making their way toward Blood Bone Island in the West Sea. Yan Bei’s master had refused to join Bai Xin’s rebellion and had fled to the Blood Killing Sect’s headquarters after being injured. With the fate of the island unknown, Yan Bei felt a deep need to return to his former home and see what had become of it.

Guided by Yan Bei, they soon reached the outskirts of the Blood Bone Island region. They maintained a safe distance to avoid detection by any enemy experts who might be patrolling the area. They halted their approach about 100 miles away from the target.

Zhao Hai then summoned several aliens, which transformed into mist and drifted toward the island to scout. He sat in silence, eyes closed, perceiving the island through the senses of his creatures. He was anxious to see the state of the island after Yan Bei’s senior, Guna, had been wounded while resisting the traitors.

When the image of Blood Bone Island finally appeared in his mind, Zhao Hai was stunned. The island was eerily quiet, stripped of all signs of life. The only movement came from carrion-eating demonic beasts circling in the sky, waiting to feast on the dead.

Zhao Hai’s expression darkened instantly. With a flick of his will, the blood lotus surged toward the island. Although Yan Bei couldn't see the scouts' findings, he could read the grim look on Zhao Hai’s face. "Little Hai, what’s happened?" he asked urgently.

"The situation looks bad," Zhao Hai replied, his voice heavy. "My beasts spotted a swarm of scavengers over Blood Bone Island. It’s highly unusual. We need to get closer." He referred to his aliens simply as "beasts" to avoid explaining their true nature to Yan Bei.

Yan Bei was quick to understand the implication, and his face went pale. "Do you mean they’ve slaughtered everyone on Blood Bone Island?" In the brutal logic of cultivation warfare, if an enemy could not permanently hold an island because they lacked the rightful Island Lord’s authority, they might choose to raze it instead. By massacring the population and destroying the infrastructure, they ensured the island would be useless to the original owner for generations.

An island was more than just its cultivators; its true foundation lay in its faithful slaves. Though these believers often lacked the talent to reach the Dharma reserves realm, they provided the essential power of faith to the Island Lord. Their children served as the primary pool for new servants, death warriors, and eventually, disciples. They were the lifeblood of any territory.

Below the elite were the common cultivators, mostly in the Dharma practice and Dharma accumulation realms. These were often the descendants of the island’s loyal retainers. While the outer disciples weren't the strongest, they made up the bulk of the island’s fighting force and workforce.

In typical conflicts, when an island fell, the high-level figures—the Island Lord, Elders, and true disciples—were usually the ones who managed to escape. If the evacuation was rushed, the lower-level disciples were often left behind. Usually, the victors would absorb these survivors to bolster their own ranks. However, some conquerors chose a more extreme path. Fearing future rebellion or wanting to leave nothing for their enemies, they would execute every living soul—from the disciples down to the lowliest slaves—and burn everything to the ground. This ensured that even if the original master returned, they would inherit nothing but a graveyard.