Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8363: Worried _1

Pan Qianlong stood atop a massive scimitar, his gaze fixed on the small island ahead. His brow was furrowed deeply, reflecting his grim mindset. Though he served as the commander for the 13 Family Alliance’s campaign against the Blood Slaughter Sect, his true origins lay elsewhere; he was a powerful cultivator from the Corpse Demon Sect.

While the 13 families were the face of the alliance attacking the Blood Slaughter Sect, any perceptive observer understood that several great sects were pulling the strings from the shadows. Even various small and medium-sized sects had joined the fray. Pan Qianlong, an Elder of the Corpse Demon Sect, had reached the half-step Island Lord level. This meant he sat at the absolute peak of the Dharma-refining realm, prepared to ascend to the rank of Island Lord at any moment.

The Demonic Corpse Old Man had personally deployed him to lead the allied forces. The strategic goal was to seize the Blood Slaughter Sect’s Western Defense line and shatter their prestige. Following that, they planned to gradually bleed the Blood Slaughter Sect of its strength until it was finally annihilated.

The various sects had previously been forced to yield because of the methods Zhao Hai used to fracture their initial coalition, but they could not swallow such a humiliation. They were now committed to the Blood Slaughter Sect's destruction. Rather than a swift strike, they intended to use a blunt knife to slowly carve away their enemy's flesh. Capturing the Western Defense line was merely the opening move of this long-term execution.

Since taking command, the campaign had proceeded without a hitch. A traitor within the Blood Slaughter Sect had initially assisted them in seizing two islands. Even though that mole was quickly discovered and eliminated, the momentum did not stop. They immediately launched aggressive sorties against various island outposts. Because they possessed prior knowledge of the defensive vulnerabilities of the Blood Slaughter Sect’s territory, the assault was highly effective. Within just two months, they captured two major islands, effectively taking control of half of the Western Defense line. Pan Qianlong had even earned praise from his Sect Master for these achievements.

It felt slightly peculiar to Pan Qianlong that the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples often retreated without a fierce struggle, but he didn't dwell on it. To him, the objective was the Western Defense line; as long as it fell, overthinking was unnecessary. Furthermore, with so many sects united in this alliance, how could the Blood Slaughter Sect possibly stand against their combined might alone?

He had received intelligence regarding the Blood Slaughter Sect’s puppets and had even captured a few specimens, but their combat efficiency seemed mediocre. They appeared to be at the Dharma-using realm at best. He dismissed them as insignificant. Since he hadn't witnessed any disciples utilizing these puppets during the actual fighting, he put the matter out of his mind entirely.

However, their smooth progress hit a sudden wall at this unremarkable small island. Despite bringing nearly 100,000 troops and a vast array of large-scale magic tools, they remained unable to conquer it. This unexpected resistance surprised him and birthed a lingering sense of dread.

The siege had lasted over twenty-four hours, yet the defensive formation remained unbreakable. They were completely stymied. What truly unsettled Pan Qianlong was that the secret information regarding the formation’s loopholes was proving useless. It was clear the array had been redesigned by an expert. This realization was the source of his anxiety; if this island's defenses had been modified, did it mean the same applied to the rest of the sect's territory? If every island was this difficult to crack, their hope of securing the Western line was in jeopardy.

His unease intensified as he pondered the situation. Just as he prepared to command a more intense assault, a massive rift suddenly tore through the island's protective shield. Joy surged through him and the other attackers. But as they moved to exploit the breach, a colossal bronze sword surged out from the opening.

The weapon was staggering in scale, measuring roughly a thousand meters in length and a hundred meters in width. A multitude of cultivators stood upon its surface. Trailing behind this giant blade were numerous large-scale spiritual artifacts—the iconic Blood Sabers of the Blood Slaughter Sect!

In the Blood Sea Realm, the distinction between large and small magic tools was often fluid. A sufficiently powerful cultivator could expand a small tool into a large one, while a weak one might find a large tool unusable beyond its basic form. The truly esteemed treasures in this realm were those equipped with internal space.

An internal spatial magic tool contained a compressed dimension within itself, making it exceptionally potent. Beyond just storage, these internal spaces often possessed unique functional abilities. Such artifacts were considered incredibly rare and precious.

The Blood Saber served as the Blood Slaughter Sect’s primary large-scale weapon because it was a versatile magic tool. When expanded through specific spells, it functioned as a heavy warship of sorts. Because the sect favored the dao of the saber, even their specialized internal space artifacts were usually forged in that shape. This was why their fleet was synonymous with the name Blood Saber.

This didn't mean the Blood Sea Realm lacked dedicated large-scale Dharma artifacts. Examples included the Fang clan’s Carefree Blanket and the Fierce Sword Sect’s Giant Sword. These could be condensed into smaller forms using secret techniques, though operating them required immense mental fortitude and raw strength.

Pan Qianlong was momentarily stunned to see Zhao Hai and his followers emerging from the island, but his shock quickly turned to delight. With a wave of his hand, he flew to the vanguard of his forces. He recognized Zhao Hai instantly as the commander of the Western Defense line. Though they had never met, he had studied Zhao Hai’s portrait and could not be mistaken.

Zhao Hai’s massive sword and the accompanying fleet of Blood Sabers came to a halt. Every cultivator atop those artifacts glared at the 13 Family Alliance with eyes full of murderous intent. When bitter rivals face one another, the air naturally thickens with hatred.

Zhao Hai remained composed. He looked toward Pan Qianlong at the front, having already reviewed intelligence and portraits of the man. He was well aware that Pan Qianlong was not a member of the 13 families, but an Elder from the Corpse Demon Sect. Zhao Hai wasn't surprised; the Seven Great Sects' plot against the Blood Slaughter Sect was an open secret. As the preeminent power in the Blood Sea Realm, it was only natural for the Corpse Demon Sect to take the lead.

“Hahaha! So the rats of the Blood Slaughter Sect finally dare to show their faces. How rare!” Pan Qianlong mocked, his voice booming. “For days now, we’ve barely seen your faces, only your backs as you scrambled away in the distance! Hahaha!” His laughter was echoed by the cultivators of the 13 Family Alliance, all of them relishing the chance to insult the retreating enemy for their perceived cowardice.

Zhao Hai met Pan Qianlong’s gaze and offered a thin smile. “Is that so? I suspect the roles will soon be reversed. From now on, it is we who will be looking at your backs as you flee. In fact, if you vacate the Western Defense line right now and crawl back to the 13 Family Alliance’s lands, we might pretend this never happened and spare your territory. What do you say?”

The attackers were momentarily silenced by the sheer audacity of the statement before looking at Zhao Hai as if he had lost his mind. Pan Qianlong erupted in laughter. “Zhao Hai, have you gone insane? We are the ones on the offensive while your sect is being systematically driven back. With your pathetic strength, you think you can force us to retreat? You claim you’ll attack the 13 Family Alliance? You’ve clearly lost your grip on reality.” He looked at Zhao Hai with pure derision.

Zhao Hai shook his head at Pan Qianlong's arrogance. He spoke in a cold, steady tone, “A man should have some self-awareness. You truly believe you’ve bested the disciples of my Blood Slaughter Sect? If we hadn't been preoccupied with internal matters, you would all be corpses by now. No matter, it isn't too late. Once we’ve slaughtered enough of you to instill true terror, you’ll find you have no choice but to run.”

Zhao Hai turned back to his fellow sect members and shouted, “Brothers of the Blood Slaughter Sect, the hour of vengeance is here! We have retreated for days, enduring their insults until these clowns actually believe we fear them. Today, we show them the true might of our sect. Prepare yourselves! And remember: we would rather destroy our gear than let it fall into enemy hands. Anyone who allows the enemy to capture our secrets will be executed by my own hand upon our return!”

Pan Qianlong and his men understood the call to battle, but the final warning confused them. However, the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples understood perfectly—Zhao Hai was referring to the puppets. They were to be destroyed rather than captured. The disciples responded with a thunderous roar of agreement.

Though the deeper meaning of Zhao Hai’s words escaped him, Pan Qianlong understood that a fight was imminent. Even without a formal command, the warriors of the 13 Family Alliance drew their weapons, staring down Zhao Hai’s forces with naked hostility.