Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8322: 299-stealing the saber (1)

A full month went by in a flash. Throughout this time, Zhao Hai never stepped foot outside his small residence. To any observer, it appeared as though he was merely refining his killing intent day after day. In truth, he was incredibly occupied. He had successfully cultivated numerous dark spirits, though these entities were unique; they possessed almost no Yin intent and were instead saturated with pure killing intent. Alongside these spirits, Zhao Hai had forged a long crystal blade composed of murderous intent. Its design mirrored the Miao blade style of the God-slaying saber perfectly. Its aura was so identical to the blood killing saber that if it were simply left on display, no one could distinguish it from the original. However, it was a fragile imitation; should anyone attempt to wield it, the killing aura crystal would instantly shatter and vanish.

Just as Zhao Hai finished his preparations, he spotted Bai Xin reappearing in the skies above the copper Palace. The man descended, entering the structure to begin his meditation. Zhao Hai refrained from monitoring him directly, knowing Bai Xin’s perceptions were far too keen. Any attempt at surveillance would surely lead to his discovery.

Zhao Hai waited in silence. When midnight arrived, Bai Xin rose and exited the copper Palace. Zhao Hai dispatched a spell bug to the God-slaying saber and confirmed that the restrictions had been reset, though no divine sense remained active upon it. Suddenly, a burst of killing intent erupted, destroying the spell bug instantly.

However, Zhao Hai’s focus was entirely on the spell bug and Bai Xin’s movements. He noticed a crucial detail: Bai Xin was not emitting his usual pressure at this moment. This meant the man was not actively paying attention to the copper Palace.

This realization left Zhao Hai stunned before his eyes sparked with excitement. He understood that this gap represented a potential opportunity, though he wouldn't act tonight. There was no need to rush; he could proceed with caution. He began tracking Bai Xin’s patterns, noting that even five minutes after the man had departed, his pressure had yet to return to the copper Palace.

Eventually, Bai Xin’s pressure resurfaced. Zhao Hai ceased his observations and began refining his strategy. The plan seemed viable, but ensuring its success would require another month of intensive work.

Once Bai Xin finally withdrew his pressure, Zhao Hai exhaled deeply and initiated the first phase. He released the Dark Souls. Lacking physical forms, these spirits could phase through any material, though their speed varied depending on the obstacle. Zhao Hai sent them forth to navigate the various restrictions.

Starting from the barriers beneath his own house, they moved toward the copper Palace. Penetrating a restriction without triggering an alarm was a delicate task, so Zhao Hai chose patience. He stationed the ghosts just outside the barriers, instructing them to mask their auras completely.

He was fortunate to have an abundance of spirits within his boundless space. Having anticipated these restrictions, he had cultivated an even greater number of them. Before long, a spirit was positioned at every warding point, both inside and outside the copper Palace, waiting silently for his command.

Zhao Hai remained patient until the following midnight. At the peak of the violent killing intent, he commanded the Dark Souls to breach the restrictions. Had these spirits not been specifically tempered by him, the sheer force of the killing intent would have annihilated them.

It was often said that fierce ghosts feared the wicked. This was because the killing intent possessed by evil men acted as a natural bane to spirits. Without their specialized training, Zhao Hai’s ghosts would have been purged instantly.

Once the Dark Souls were inside the barriers, Zhao Hai ordered them to hide. After the surge of killing intent faded, he began the slow process of integrating the spirits into the restrictions. He was willing to take as much time as necessary to ensure they remained undetected.

Ten more days passed before the Dark Souls were fully merged with the warding system. Effectively, the restrictions now functioned as part of the spiritual array sect’s network. Zhao Hai even wove invisible energy threads throughout the system using spell insects. These threads could coalesce instantly when needed and vanish without a trace when idle.

The next phase was waiting for the perfect window. While he waited, he stayed productive by placing a restriction on the fake blade he had fashioned from killing intent crystals. He inserted a ghost into the duplicate, completing the final preparations. If everything was set, the probability of success was high.

He continued to polish the plan, accounting for every possible variable. He even utilized a computer to run simulations, calculating every potential outcome. Time was of the essence; he had been there for three months already, and this was his final window. If he failed now, stealing the God-killing blade later would be nearly impossible once he left the island.

Twenty days passed rapidly. It was the fifteenth of the month—the day Bai Xin would return to the copper Palace and the day Zhao Hai would strike. Despite the high stakes, he felt calm. He had done the work; now, it was only a matter of execution.

At noon, Bai Xin arrived as expected. He opened the doors and entered the palace to meditate. Zhao Hai commanded all spell bugs to cease surveillance and ordered the spirits within the arrays to remain perfectly still. He could not afford for Bai Xin to sense even the slightest anomaly.

Bai Xin remained oblivious. While he and his peers possessed some knowledge of arrays, their expertise paled in comparison to a master like Zhao Hai or even the spiritual array sect. To Bai Xin, the idea that someone would actually attempt to steal the godly knife was unthinkable. His defensive posture was aimed at external threats from the blood massacre sect, not the inhabitants of the island whom he considered weak. Because he was the only one who ever approached the palace, his guard was naturally lowered.

Hours ticked by. Just before midnight, Bai Xin restored the restrictions and exited the palace. The moment he stepped out, Zhao Hai sensed it. He formed a hand seal and whispered, “Forward!” Instantly, the copper Palace transformed. Spell bugs swarmed together, forming energy lines that linked every array and restriction within the building.

The copper pedestal holding the God-slaying saber sank into the floor, taking the weapon with it. A moment later, the pedestal rose back up, but now it held the duplicate blade. A massive explosion of killing intent radiated from the fake, causing the palace’s formations to glow—a phenomenon that occurred every time the true blade’s intent peaked.

Even Bai Xin, hovering in the air, noticed nothing unusual. The palace emitted its violent aura right on schedule. Finding everything in order, he returned to his immortal’s cave and swept the area with his divine sense. Nothing had changed.

Zhao Hai sat motionless, maintaining a facade of calm. Once the berserk aura subsided, Bai Xin withdrew his divine sense, though not before leaving a spiritual mark on what he believed was the God-killing saber. With that mark in place, he felt secure that he would be alerted to any theft.

Once Bai Xin’s presence vanished, Zhao Hai exhaled. He shifted his hand seal and commanded, “Formation!” Countless spell insects transformed into invisible restrictions on the ground. They cocooned the true God-slaying saber and began moving it off the island. They traveled slowly and silently to avoid any vibrations that might trigger an alarm.

After six hours of careful movement, the insect-wrapped saber left the island and plunged into the blood sea. It traveled through the depths until it reached a specific blood lotus. Only when the weapon was safely inside the lotus did Zhao Hai truly relax.

Despite his success, Zhao Hai did not leave his room. He remained in meditation, refining killing intent as if nothing had happened. When the next night came, the copper Palace released its violent aura exactly as expected. The dark spirit within the fake blade was successfully mimicking the original’s timing. Even if Bai Xin were to sit directly in front of the pedestal, he would see no difference. As long as the replica wasn't drawn for combat, the deception would hold.