Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8367: Killing intent (1)

As the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect roared, an immense surge of killing intent erupted into the heavens, coalescing into a thick crimson fog that gradually blanketed the entire island. Within this mist, the sect members felt their bodies surge with newfound power. Previously obscure aspects of their cultivation techniques suddenly became crystal clear. Their sabers felt like extensions of their own souls, pulsing with life. Consumed by a wild excitement, they lunged at their petrified foes, their blades dancing as they reaped one life after another.

With every kill, a strand of blood Qi merged into the red haze, further heightening their strength and deepening their insights. An expert observer would have been shocked to realize that these Blood Slaughter Sect disciples had collectively entered a state of enlightenment. It was a bizarre phenomenon, as this spiritual breakthrough was occurring in the heat of a violent massacre.

The disciples themselves were oblivious to their state, focused entirely on their relentless assault. However, Zhao Hai, observing the chaos from above, noticed the shift. He was momentarily stunned, unable to fathom how such a vast number of subordinates could simultaneously achieve enlightenment. While it was common for a stray genius to have a breakthrough, such a mass occurrence was unheard of and deeply strange.

While pondering this, Zhao Hai suddenly felt a surge of energy flood his own frame. Though initially startled, he realized he had also slipped into a peculiar state of enlightenment. He felt ancient battle instincts awakening within his marrow. Without conscious command, his body reacted; numerous ghost claws manifested around him, lashing out at the disciples of the Thirteen Family Alliance.

In stark contrast, the members of the Thirteen Family Alliance were plunged into a nightmare. They were clueless as to the cause of their plight, feeling only a paralyzing terror rising from within. Their physical strength ebbed away, and the flow of their dharmic powers grew sluggish and erratic. An invisible, overwhelming force was crushing both their bodies and spirits. Most terrifyingly, this suppression was silent and insidious. Many didn't even grasp they were being manipulated; they simply stood like frightened rabbits, staring at the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples with wide, trembling eyes. Their weapons moved feebly, and the spells they once cast with effortless precision now felt foreign. They felt as vulnerable as helpless young girls facing a predator, capable of nothing but screams of despair.

It was no longer a battle; it was a slaughter. The Blood Slaughter Sect disciples acted like cold, mechanical harvesters, their weapons claiming life after life without a hint of compassion. They were utterly lost in the intoxicating euphoria of the kill.

By the time the final cultivator of the Thirteen Family Alliance fell, the Blood Slaughter Sect members remained in a trance. Their eyes were crimson with bloodlust as they turned toward their own comrades, ready to strike. Zhao Hai, however, had maintained his clarity throughout his enlightenment. Realizing the danger, he snapped out of his state and saw the peril his disciples were in. His heart sank; he knew that if they began killing one another, they would succumb to Qi deviation and certain death.

Acting quickly, Zhao Hai halted his movements. His fingers blurred into the Fudo seal as he bellowed, "Lin!" The shout acted like a thunderclap to the disciples' souls, shattering the murderous haze in their minds and restoring their senses. They looked around, dazed and confused.

Zhao Hai wasted no time, shouting loudly, "What are you doing? You have just experienced an epiphany! Sit down and meditate immediately to consolidate the insights you gained!" Hearing his command, the disciples were momentarily stunned before the realization of their fortune hit them. Overjoyed, they quickly sat cross-legged to meditate, desperately trying to grasp the fleeting sensations. They realized that this battle had finally allowed them to touch the true essence of the Blood Slaughter Sect's cultivation techniques; they were finally learning the fundamentals.

It was somewhat ironic. Everyone knew the Blood Slaughter Sect focused on killing intent, yet few disciples could actually harness it effectively in combat. While they used it, their applications were usually crude and provided little advantage over other major sects.

However, this massacre had taught them the true utility of killing intent. They now understood how magical and oppressive it was against an enemy. They realized that while they were incredibly potent, disciples of other sects were fragile in the face of such a force.

Zhao Hai found this application of killing aura fascinating as well. He hadn't expected it to be so versatile. It made sense why the sect's foundation was built upon it; the ancestors must have recognized this unique trait.

Nevertheless, such a state was rare and dangerous. It was incredibly easy to fall into demonic possession. Aside from someone like Zhao Hai—who possessed a resilient mind, a mystical space to remain detached, and a background in Buddhist cultivation—most would become mindless killing machines, unable to tell friend from foe.

Such a collective state of enlightenment was likely a fluke. If it were easy to achieve, the sect would have reached higher peaks long ago, or would have been wiped out by mass Qi deviation. Clearly, entering that state was a rare occurrence.

Suddenly, Zhao Hai sensed a shift in the energy below. Looking down, he saw many disciples breaking through. While they hadn't jumped to entirely new realms, many had advanced several minor stages. Some who were at the fifth level of the Refinement Realm had surged to the eighth, nearing the ninth.

The general increase in strength brought joy to the disciples, but Zhao Hai remained focused. He waved his hand, sending a flash of white light into the distance. Then, performing a hand seal, he caused the corpses of the Alliance cultivators to rise. They fused in mid-air, forming a massive, terrifying blood-red ghost hand embedded with white bones.

After storing the construct away, Zhao Hai surveyed the ruins. The battle had leveled many structures, but he was unconcerned. They had reclaimed the territory; buildings could always be rebuilt.

Zhao Hai addressed the crowd, shouting, "Everyone, pay attention! Clear the battlefield. Gather everything of value. Aside from the resources on the third floor which must be surrendered to the Sect, you may keep the rest for yourselves. Also, collect all damaged magic artifacts for the Sect."

The cultivators were stunned, their eyes quickly lighting up with greed and excitement. This was a golden chance to acquire wealth. Usually, the Sect took seventy percent of war spoils, leaving them with thirty. Now, the ratio was reversed. They set to work with frantic energy.

Zhao Hai smiled and turned his gaze toward the horizon, waiting for Yan Bei and the others. The white light he had released earlier was a signal. His mastery over magical formations had grown significantly, and combined with his Golden Lotus Nine Transformations Scripture and the Nine-Word Mantra, he could now manifest formations—even teleportation arrays—directly from his palm without the need for array discs or flags.

As expected, while the cleanup was underway, a white light shimmered outside Blood Treasure Island. Yan Bei and his group arrived. Zhao Hai deactivated the protective barrier to let them in, then organized medical care for the wounded. He reiterated that while small gains could be kept, large resource caches belonged to the Sect, though the men still stood to make a significant profit.

Later, Zhao Hai convened a meeting with Yan Bei and the other leaders in one of the few standing buildings. Once everyone was settled, he spoke in a low, serious tone: "Our mission was a complete success. Blood Treasure Island is ours. This island is strategically vital, sitting deep within the enemy's territory. With this and Blood Stone Island, we have driven a wedge into their lines. It will be the perfect staging ground for our future operations."