Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8321: The plan (1)

Ten days vanished in the time it takes to blink, bringing the fifteenth day of the month. As was his habit, Zhao Hai remained occupied with gathering intelligence and cross-referencing his findings. Around mid-day, the overwhelming pressure that usually manifested only under the cover of night suddenly descended. Though briefly startled, Zhao Hai felt a surge of excitement. He understood that regardless of the reason for this timing, it signaled an impending shift. Any change in the status quo was a favorable development for his goals.

Zhao Hai sensed the intensity of the aura rising rapidly, though it remained within a range he could endure. He soon perceived that the origin of this force had positioned itself directly above them. Through the eyes of his spell bug, he observed a figure appear over the copper Palace. After a moment of surprise, Zhao Hai watched the individual descend—a refined man appearing to be in his fifties, sporting a three-pointed long beard and dressed in the scholarly robes of a gentleman. He possessed a handsome and sophisticated air.

Approaching the entrance of the copper Palace, the man made a slight gesture, causing the heavy doors to swing open without a sound. Once he stepped inside and the doors sealed shut, the crushing pressure evaporated. Zhao Hai exhaled a long breath, his eyes gleaming with realization. He was certain that this man was Bai Xin, even if his scholarly appearance was unexpected. Such details were secondary; the crucial fact was that the Palace had been opened, allowing his spell bugs to slip inside.

The spell bugs were as inconspicuous as common dust. Since dust is ubiquitous and ignored by even the most powerful cultivators, the bugs successfully infiltrated the copper Palace without alerting Bai Xin. Indeed, it never crossed Bai Xin's mind that a living entity could exist on such a microscopic scale, no larger than a tiny speck.

Despite the bug being inside the hall, Zhao Hai kept it perfectly still. He refrained from even using his spatial powers to peek at the interior, knowing that a master of Bai Xin’s caliber possessed incredibly sharp intuition. Any ripple in the surroundings could compromise his entire mission. Consequently, Zhao Hai exercised extreme caution, ignoring the Palace's interior for the moment to focus on deep meditation. He finally grasped why Bai Xin chose this specific day: the surrounding killing intent was at its most tranquil point in over a week. It was likely this Window of stability that Bai Xin required.

Patiently, Zhao Hai monitored the Palace to see when the man would emerge. It wasn't until the stroke of midnight that Bai Xin finally exited. The moment he departed, the killing intent within the copper Palace surged into a violent frenzy, confirming Zhao Hai’s theory about the timing.

Fifteen minutes later, once the murderous aura settled, Zhao Hai breathed a sigh of relief. He sent a fresh pulse of energy toward the copper Palace, only to find that the spell bugs previously inside had been annihilated by the chaotic killing intent. Fortunately, since they had successfully entered once, Zhao Hai could use his spatial abilities to manifest new spell bugs directly inside the structure.

Once the new bugs were deployed, they began to multiply rapidly, eventually providing Zhao Hai with a clear visual of the interior. The hall was largely vacant, save for an intricate web of runes etched into every surface—the floor, the walls, and the ceiling. At the center of the copper Palace stood a copper table holding a weapon rack, upon which rested a single long knife.

The weapon measured roughly five feet in total; the hilt was one foot long, while the blade extended nearly four feet. The blade was slender, elongated, and possessed a subtle curve. The entire weapon was a striking crimson, from the blade to the handle, though the hilt appeared to be carved from exquisite red jade. It was a beautiful sight.

A sense of recognition washed over Zhao Hai as he studied the weapon. He realized it bore a striking resemblance to the miaodao he had favored in the past. Perhaps that was why it felt so familiar. The blade sat horizontally on its rack, exposed and unsheathed, radiating a dangerous elegance.

A meditation mat sat before the copper table, clearly the spot where Bai Xin practiced. Zhao Hai concluded that the killing intent of the God-slaying saber was usually far too concentrated for even Bai Xin to handle safely inside the Palace. Conversely, trying to absorb it from outside was ineffective, as the copper Palace acted as a barrier. Thus, Bai Xin waited for the middle of the month when the saber’s aura was at its lowest ebb. He would cultivate there until midnight, leaving just as the weapon’s killing intent returned to its berserk state. His deductions were proving accurate.

Having mapped the interior, Zhao Hai turned his attention to the security measures. He meticulously searched for every restriction within the copper Palace, focusing particularly on those guarding the God-slaying saber. He needed to identify every trap before making a move. Attempting to seize the God-slaying saber recklessly would be a death sentence; Zhao Hai was certain that the instant the weapon was disturbed, Bai Xin would be alerted. In such a scenario, escape would be nearly impossible.

Even though his Space had been upgraded and might withstand an intrusion from Bai Xin, Zhao Hai was unwilling to gamble. If Bai Xin managed to breach the Space, or even if he simply became aware of its existence, Zhao Hai would have no sanctuary left in the Blood Sea Realm.

While Lei Gang and his companions had been supportive, they were not the supreme power in the Blood Sea Realm. Even if they were, there was no guarantee they wouldn't turn on him if the temptation of his Space became too great. To protect himself, the secret of the Space had to remain hidden at all costs.

This necessitated a flawless strategy. He had to understand the copper Palace’s layout perfectly, identifying every single restriction and its location. Only with this knowledge could he hope to bypass the defenses and steal the God-killing blade without leaving a trace.

By the end of the day, Zhao Hai had cataloged over a thousand restrictions. The sheer number was staggering. Every inch of the room was rigged—the floor, the mat, and the weapon itself. It was a level of security far beyond his initial expectations.

As midnight approached and the killing intent prepared to flare, Zhao Hai did not withdraw his spell bugs. Instead, he positioned one directly in front of the God-slaying saber. He wanted to personally experience the weapon’s hidden properties.

Zhao Hai suspected the God-slaying saber held a deeper secret. He hypothesized that Bai Xin’s pressure appeared during the violent phases because he had attached a strand of divine sense to the weapon to monitor it. When the murderous aura reached its peak, it would destroy that divine sense, leaving Bai Xin blind to the saber's status. To compensate for this temporary loss of surveillance, he released his pressure to "feel" for the weapon and deter any intruders.

Zhao Hai sought to verify this theory, as it was the linchpin for his next move. As midnight struck, the killing intent of the God-slaying saber erupted. It was like a hibernating predator suddenly jolted awake, filled with a primal rage to destroy everything in its path.

His spell bug was instantly vaporized, but Zhao Hai was pleased. He had sensed it—a very well-hidden strand of divine sense attached to the blade. Had he not been looking for it, he would have missed it entirely. Just as he thought, the killing intent shredded the divine sense, and right on cue, Bai Xin’s pressure manifested over the area.

With his theory confirmed, Zhao Hai realized the difficulty of the task ahead. Stealing a weapon of this grade under such constant monitoring left almost no margin for error. It was a daunting realization that gave him a significant headache.

Nevertheless, Zhao Hai remained patient. He knew time was on his side, even as the war raged at the front lines and disciples of the Blood Massacre Sect fell daily. He had to wait for the perfect moment. If he failed to secure the God-slaying saber, the casualties for the Blood Massacre Sect would only climb higher. He had to be cold and calculated.

He wasn't idle during this waiting period. He began using his own killing intent to condition the Dark Souls within his Space, particularly the newer ones. He carefully increased the intensity of the murderous aura they were exposed to, ensuring they grew resilient without being destroyed.

In the Hell Dimension of Zhao Hai’s Space, new spirits were generated constantly. Usually, these mindless entities were merely fodder for the undead. However, Zhao Hai sequestered a specific group, training them specifically to withstand the crushing pressure of a murderous aura.

Zhao Hai formulated a plan based on these observations, though it remained experimental. To see if it would work, he continued to cultivate the Dark Souls and began to condense his own killing intent. He even reached out into the Blood Sea, extracting and refining the killing intent from the Blood Qi to meet his specific requirements.

Success was not guaranteed, but he committed to the process. He focused on refining every detail of the plan. He knew that even if his current strategy had flaws, he would identify and fix them through rigorous preparation. Only through perfecting the plan would he eventually achieve his goal.