Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8307: 284-take care _1

Island massacres were a frequent occurrence within the Blood Sea realm. Any island subjected to such a slaughter rarely met a favorable end. Even if reclaimed, these territories never truly recovered, with some eventually fading into oblivion. Consequently, many referred to the act of wiping out an island as a Blood Curse, implying that such a massacre left a permanent blight upon the land.

Yan Bei desperately hoped to avoid such a fate. However, after hearing Zhao Hai’s analysis, it was the primary thought occupying his mind. If an enemy had truly seized Blood Bone Island, they would never permit so many demonic beasts to roam freely. There was only one logical conclusion: if a disaster had struck the island, no survivors remained.

The pair arrived at Blood Bone Island shortly thereafter. Upon reaching the island's perimeter, they emerged from the Blood Lotus. Zhao Hai withdrew the treasure, and they took flight toward the land. As they soared, Yan Bei observed the demonic beasts circling above. These vulture-like creatures were notorious in the Blood Sea realm for scavenging carrion and were universally despised. Known as ominous birds, their presence was a harbinger of death, as they were never found where life flourished.

As they penetrated deeper into the island, Yan Bei’s countenance darkened. Though no corpses were yet visible, every structure on the island lay in ruins. Every defensive restriction had been shattered. The destruction was absolute; the island had been systematically razed.

Before reaching the island's center, a putrid odor reached their nostrils. Both men were intimately familiar with the stench of rotting flesh. Simultaneously, they spotted an unfamiliar mountain rising in the middle of the island. Yan Bei’s face twisted in horror as he spoke in a low, gravelly voice, "That mountain did not exist on this island before." He offered no further explanation, but his words were sufficient. Zhao Hai already understood the nature of that peak.

They soon stood before the mound. Just as Zhao Hai suspected, it was a mountain of corpses. Countless bodies had been piled high to form the macabre hill. The earth beneath was soaked in rancid, black blood. The remains had long since begun to rot, casting a stench that carried for miles.

A multitude of scavenger beasts were currently feasting on the remains. Their eyes burned with a blood-red light, showing no fear toward Zhao Hai or Yan Bei. Instead, they snarled and bared their fangs at the intruders, appearing ready to strike. Having tasted human flesh, they no longer harbored any instinctive dread of cultivators.

Witnessing this, Yan Bei’s eyes turned crimson with rage as he ground his teeth. He had never imagined his home would meet such a grisly end. The fury burning within him made him want to hunt down the perpetrators immediately and fight to the death.

Zhao Hai surveyed the mountain of bodies before turning to his companion. He let out a heavy sigh and said, "Big Brother Yan, please accept my condolences. I did not anticipate such cruelty from our enemies. Rest assured, we will have our revenge. Big Brother Yan, there are two paths now. We can either bury them or I can transform them into ghosts, allowing them to exist in a different form. What is your wish?"

Upon hearing Zhao Hai, Yan Bei exhaled a long, weary breath. He looked toward the pile of dead and replied, "If we stop to bury them, our presence will be discovered instantly. They will know someone has arrived, which would jeopardize our entire mission. For the sake of our plan, we must leave them as they are."

Zhao Hai was surprised by Yan Bei’s pragmatic decision. Looking at him, Zhao Hai said, "Very well. Do not worry, Big Brother Yan. Retribution will come, and it will be swift." With that, Zhao Hai led Yan Bei away from the site. He did not disturb the bodies. Though some souls lingered, Zhao Hai left them be; since these were people Yan Bei had known, he chose not to interfere with them.

Zhao Hai understood why Yan Bei refused to let them be turned into the Undead. From Yan Bei’s perspective, becoming part of the Undead meant losing their original selves. He was unaware that Zhao Hai’s Undead were distinct from typical ghosts; they were an independent, living race that simply existed in a different state. In the Blood Sea realm, Yin spirits and the ghosts utilized by the Corpse Devil Sect were entirely different entities, which influenced Yan Bei's choice.

However, Zhao Hai had no intention of revealing this secret. The Undead race was his greatest hidden card, and he could not disclose it even to Yan Bei. Furthermore, as Yan Bei noted, disposing of the bodies would surely alert the enemy and hinder their progress. Thus, leaving them was the most tactical choice. Since they were already gone, the priority was vengeance. Compared to the need for revenge, the fate of the physical remains was a secondary concern.

This mindset was typical of the Blood Massacre Sect. They were a ruthless lot. While others might prioritize burial, to a member of the Blood Massacre Sect like Yan Bei, the state of a corpse mattered little. As long as the debt was paid in blood, justice was served. Zhao Hai respected this and remained silent.

Once they returned to the Blood Lotus, Yan Bei remained shrouded in gloom. Zhao Hai looked at him and offered a small smile, "Come now, Big Brother Yan, do not dwell on this further. I have promised we will avenge them. In your current state of mind, you won't be able to claim that revenge properly. Clear your head; we have other preparations to make."

Yan Bei looked at him, his mind clouded. "Preparations? What kind?" He was so consumed by thoughts of retaliation that he couldn't think straight. He failed to grasp Zhao Hai's meaning entirely.

Seeing that Yan Bei was in no condition to plan, Zhao Hai sighed but continued, "We are heading to the primary island of the West Sea—Impermanence Island, where Yin Wuchang resides. What do you think? Also, Big Brother Yan, could you provide the coordinates for the West Sea territories? That way, I can direct the Blood Lotus to travel there directly."

Trusting him implicitly, Yan Bei nodded. He produced a jade slip, etched a map of the West Sea onto it, and handed it over. Zhao Hai scanned the map before stowing the slip away. With a flick of his wrist, two jade cups appeared on the table. Pushing one toward Yan Bei, Zhao Hai said, "Here, Big Brother Yan, drink some water and settle your nerves. Let the anger subside for a moment."

Yan Bei took the cup and drained the liquid stalactite in a single gulp. Setting the cup down, he exhaled sharply, "I will slaughter those cowards. If I don't wipe them out, the hatred in my heart will never fade," he spat venomously. The enemy had crossed a line, and he was determined to see them destroyed.

Hardly had he finished speaking when his vision began to swim. Startled, he couldn't even react before collapsing into his chair. He faintly caught the sound of Zhao Hai whispering, "I am sorry, Big Brother Yan." After that, everything went dark.

When Yan Bei finally regained consciousness, he found himself in the bedroom Zhao Hai had assigned to him within the manor. Although a room had been prepared for him, he had previously been in no mood for rest. He vaguely recalled the events leading up to this: the fury at Blood Bone Island, and then Zhao Hai offering him a drink of stalactite. Everything after that was a blank.

Realization struck, and Yan Bei bolted upright, rushing out of the room. "Little Hai! Little Hai, what is the meaning of this?" he shouted. However, as he stepped out, he was met with an eerie silence. The manor was completely still. Panicked, he hurried to the living room, where he discovered a jade slip resting on a small table.

Forcing himself to calm down, Yan Bei realized Zhao Hai must have had a reason for his actions. He picked up the slip and projected his mental power into it. The message immediately unfolded: "Big Brother Yan, I apologize. I drugged your water to make you sleep. By the time you read this, you should have already crossed out of the West Sea and entered Blood Massacre Sect territory. I know you wish to stay and fight, but your current emotional state makes it impossible for you to remain. I feared you could not control your rage. Our primary mission is to locate the Slaughter God Saber, and I felt this was the only way to ensure your safety by sending you back to the Sect. I am sorry, Big Brother Yan. Once you have regained your composure, I will handle the revenge against those people myself. It is too perilous for you here right now. Do not try to leave; I have placed a restriction on this manor that will only lift once you reach Blood Drop Island. Once there, the Blood Lotus will return to me. This message will vanish once read. Behind this slip is a letter for Senior Brother Shen. Present it to him, and he will verify your identity. Have him take you to see my Master, who will then arrange a meeting with your own Master. Do not worry about me; I will be cautious. Take care, and I will offer my formal apologies when I return!"

After reading the letter, Yan Bei let out a long, resigned sigh. The sleep had indeed calmed his mind. He recognized that his previous state—consumed by a reckless need for vengeance—was a liability. Tracking the God-slaying saber required subtlety and stealth, things he was currently incapable of providing. Zhao Hai had acted out of concern for his well-being. Reflecting on this, he whispered to the empty room, "Brother, take care of yourself!"