Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8350: Fang clan (1)

Zhao Hai was still investigating the principles of engineering, but his available resources were too sparse. Consequently, he couldn't provide a clear explanation to Yan Bei. He could only remark, "I don't possess deep knowledge regarding the art of engineering, but I am certain the Shenji Sect utilizes some of it within their puppets. My current goal is to reverse engineer the art of engineering from those constructs to see if I can reconstruct part of it."

Yan Bei gave a nod of understanding, then his brow furrowed as he spoke. "The secret realm is situated in the West Sea, positioned behind the Western Defense line. Should the enemy successfully breach that line, they might stumble upon the secret realm, making them even harder to displace. Knowing such a treasure exists there, they will undoubtedly launch an all-out assault. We must exercise extreme caution in this upcoming conflict."

With a faint smile, Zhao Hai replied, "That doesn't worry me. To truly explore the West or Northwest Oceans, they must first subjugate the entire Western Defense line. Unless they secure the whole line, they will be vulnerable to our counterattacks. I doubt they have the capacity to handle that."

Yan Bei nodded in agreement. However, mid-conversation, Zhao Hai's expression turned grave. He raised his gaze toward the horizon beyond the island and muttered, "How interesting. They have arrived already. I didn't anticipate they would be this fast!" Standing up, Zhao Hai addressed Zhu Yong and the young paparazzo, "You two remain on the island and keep a close watch on the axe production line. Disregard everything else. If an issue arises, consult with the undead."

"Big brother Yan, let’s head out and greet them," Zhao Hai said, turning to Yan Bei. He then soared out of the room, with Yan Bei following close behind. From Zhao Hai’s tone, Yan Bei knew the opposition had reached them, though he was startled by their rapid arrival.

Once they were clear of the building, Zhao Hai made a sweeping gesture, summoning a massive sword beneath his feet. The weapon was of staggering proportions, measuring a thousand meters in length, a hundred meters in width, and fifty meters in thickness. It was a sight Yan Bei had never witnessed before.

Zhao Hai stood atop the blade with Yan Bei at his side. With another wave of his hand, eleven figures draped in black robes materialized behind him. These individuals were saturated with death Qi. The leader felt strangely familiar to Yan Bei, but their faces were hidden beneath hoods. He was certain, however, that they were ghosts.

Behind the robed figures, twelve men in heavy armor appeared. Each stood at least two meters tall, encased in plating and masks. Curiously, they emitted no energy fluctuations—neither the breath of life nor death Qi. They stood as motionless as statues, a truly bizarre sight.

Zhao Hai, unbothered by the spectacle, focused ahead as the sword surged forward. In an instant, they had crossed the boundaries of Blood Gale Island, coming to a halt two miles out. Zhao Hai stared into the Blood Sea and projected his voice: "Since you have already arrived, show yourselves. Lingering in the Blood Sea for too long will bring you no benefit."

Positioned at the sword's tip, Zhao Hai faced the crimson waters with Yan Bei guarding his flank. Having survived many trials with Zhao Hai, Yan Bei trusted his instincts implicitly. If Zhao Hai claimed someone was there, it was a certainty, so he remained on high alert.

Despite the churning of the Blood Sea, no one appeared, leaving Yan Bei confused. Zhao Hai let out a cold snort and formed the Fudo seal with his hands. "Lin!" he thundered. As the word left his lips, a colossal palm manifested in the heavens and slammed down toward the waves.

BOOM! The impact against the Blood Sea triggered a violent explosion. Immediately after, a resentful voice rang out: "Impressive. The Blood Spirit Ghost Hand lives up to the reputation; that strength is quite formidable!" Following the voice, several large spiritual artifacts emerged from the depths.

These massive vessels were peculiar, resembling flying carpets. Numerous cultivators stood upon them, dressed in a variety of extravagant, ornate robes. Among the group, the eldest appeared to be no more than forty years old.

"Freedom Carpets? You are from the Fang Clan of the Thirteen Clan Alliance?" Yan Bei’s face darkened as he recognized the unique magical equipment. It was a logical deduction, as these carpet-shaped artifacts were famous throughout the Blood Sea realm. They were the signature tools of the Fang Clan, a prominent member of the Alliance.

The Alliance's most influential families were the Wang, Qi, Mao, Yu, Mi, Fang, Guan, Lu, Mo, Shangguan, Gongsun, Baili, and Nanmen clans. Each possessed distinct powers, and the Fang Clan’s Freedom Carpet was their unmistakable hallmark.

The cultivator who looked to be in his forties smirked at Yan Bei’s recognition. "You have sharp eyes to know of my family. I am Fang Chengyu, and I greet the two of you from the Bloody Massacre Sect. This must be the Blood Spirit Ghost Hand, Zhao Hai? The Island Master with the lowest Cultivation in history, hahahaha! With a title like that, your name will certainly be remembered through the ages!"

Though Fang Chengyu’s words were superficially polite, his tone was dripping with arrogance. He clearly held Zhao Hai, Yan Bei, and the Bloody Massacre Sect in low regard. This caused Zhao Hai to study him more closely.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Hai remarked, "The Fang Clan, how intriguing. I didn't expect them to produce someone like you. Or is the entire clan this way? Just because you act like a king in your own small corner, do you believe you rule the heavens? To come to the territory of our Bloody Massacre Sect to stir up trouble... you truly overrate yourselves!" Zhao Hai didn't hold back, retorting with bluntness.

Fang Chengyu’s expression soured at the rebuttal. He snorted, "Zhao Hai, don't try to intimidate us with the name of the Bloody Massacre Sect. Everyone knows your Sect's power has withered since the internal conflict. Do you think you still command the same respect? If I were you, I'd abandon this island and vanish. Otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Watching him with a smile, Zhao Hai said, "Interesting, truly interesting. I genuinely wonder how someone with your intellect has survived this long. Regardless, your luck ends today. Stepping onto this ground means you will die here. It really is a shame."

Fang Chengyu’s gaze turned icy. He sneered at Zhao Hai, "You really don't know what's good for you. You are both merely in the Profound Qi realm, yet you think you can halt our advance? Look at our numbers compared to yours. I am giving you one final warning: leave now, or suffer the consequences."

Zhao Hai laughed, "I must say, you are quite the fool. If we intended to flee, would we have come out to meet you? We would have fled long ago. The fact that we are here means we have no intention of leaving. Disciples of the Bloody Massacre Sect do not retreat without a fight. Besides, I honestly can't leave. If I did, wouldn't all these fine resources go to waste? Don't you agree?"

Fang Chengyu glared and hissed, "Zhao Hai, if you wish to stay, then stay forever. Do you think we are ignorant of the situation on Blood Gale Island? When the Sect gave you this place, they gave you no disciples. You haven't recruited anyone either. Aside from you two and those figures behind you, the island is empty. Do you truly believe this small group can stop us? Today, I will teach you the price of your insolence!" With that, Fang Chengyu leaped into the air, summoning a magic item the size of a small rug.

Zhao Hai was momentarily stunned by the sight of the artifact. He hadn't expected to encounter someone using such a device in this world, and it piqued his curiosity. He watched Fang Chengyu intently, wanting to see how the weapon functioned, and refrained from attacking immediately.

At that moment, Yan Bei warned, "Little Hai, stay sharp. The Fang family’s Freedom Carpets are renowned. They come in two forms: the large-scale transport vessels and the smaller combat carpets like the one he holds. These artifacts are versatile and filled with various restrictive formations. They can unleash these restrictions to strike enemies with great power. Legend says their ancestor was an outer disciple of the Spirit Array Sect. When that Sect was destroyed, their family head was away on a mission and survived. Being a genius, he merged the Spirit Array Sect’s Cultivation techniques with his own experience as a rogue cultivator. That led to the creation of the Freedom Carpet, which allowed the Fang Clan to rise. Through generations of refinement, their magic weapons have become incredibly potent."

Zhao Hai’s interest deepened at the explanation. He locked eyes with Fang Chengyu and said solemnly, "Fascinating. A branch of the Spirit Array Sect’s heritage. I would very much like to see how much of their legacy you have actually mastered." Having spoken, he formed a hand seal and barked, "Lin!"