Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8411: Acquaintance _1

Right now, a large number of Island Lord experts and sect elders were present on Blood Mountain Island. As a result, regular disciples weren't permitted to soar through the skies over the island. They wouldn't risk it anyway. That's why, upon spotting Zhao Hai—a genuine true disciple—flying across the island, the disciples felt a wave of astonishment. Those unfamiliar with Zhao Hai gazed at him with smirks of schadenfreude. After all, law enforcement disciples patrolled Bloody Massacre Island, and they expected those enforcers to swoop in and discipline him any moment.

Yet, it didn't take long for them to sense that something was off. They observed that the Blood Mountain Island disciples showed no odd reactions to Zhao Hai's aerial flight. In fact, some displayed outright admiration in their eyes. This left the onlookers utterly baffled.

Just then, several streaks of red light hurtled toward Zhao Hai. The disciples who didn't recognize him perked up, eager for the spectacle. They knew those red lights signaled the arrival of law enforcement. With them here, they'd finally witness how Zhao Hai could keep flying—or face the consequences.

Zhao Hai spotted the incoming red lights too. They appeared headed straight for him. Puzzled, he halted in mid-air. Moments later, the lights reached him. He saw that most of them were strangers, but two faces rang a bell. He questioned, “Why are you all stopping me?”

The two familiar disciples hailed from Blood Mountain Island. Spotting Zhao Hai, they eased up immediately. One of them spoke up, “Oh, it's Senior Brother Zhao Hai. I'm Jiang Chengliang, a law enforcement disciple here on Blood Mountain Island. With several elders visiting lately, the island's enforced a no-flying rule. But for you, Senior Brother Zhao Hai, it's no issue at all. Please, go right ahead.” With that, he shifted aside, clearing the path.

Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a chuckle at those words. “Ah, so that's the situation. I had no idea. Thanks for letting me know, Senior Brother. I'll head off now.” He finished by clasping his fists toward the man and the group. Then, with a swift motion, he resumed flying forward, vanishing from the sight of the stunned crowd below.

While tales of the blood ghost Zhao Hai had spread widely in the Bloody Massacre Sect, few had laid eyes on him in the flesh. Thus, many disciples on the ground were total strangers to his appearance. Plus, being up in the air, Zhao Hai's conversation with the others escaped their ears. All of them buzzed with curiosity about this mystery figure who defied the skies so boldly.

The cultivators trailing Jiang Chengliang eyed Zhao Hai's departing form with keen interest. Once he was nearly out of view, one turned to Jiang Chengliang and inquired, “Senior Brother Jiang, was that the renowned blood ghost Zhao Hai from the Bloody Massacre Sect? He seems pretty unremarkable. Is he truly as powerful as they claim?” He'd caught wind of Zhao Hai's fame but never witnessed it firsthand, prompting the query.

Jiang Chengliang glanced at him and replied with a grin, “Ah, Junior Brother Cheng. Yes, that's Senior Brother Zhao Hai. Truth be told, he's probably even mightier than the stories suggest. Legends call him the top Pro-disciple in the Blood Sea Realm. From what I've seen, his power eclipses even Pro-disciples, placing him on par with refinement realm elders. Few could stand against him.”

Junior Brother Cheng froze at Jiang Chengliang's assessment, then let out a sigh. “He's really that formidable? I wish I could witness him in battle. Word is, he single-handedly bested over a hundred true disciples from the seven major sects on the grand arena, emerging unscathed. Recalling his graceful prowess back then stirs envy and awe. Oh, and Senior Brother Jiang, didn't the elders decree no flying for disciples? Why let Senior Brother Zhao Hai pass? No matter his strength, he's still just a disciple. If we overlook it, won't we face repercussions?”

Jiang Chengliang shook his head. “No, we won't. Relax. Senior Brother Zhao Hai isn't your average disciple. Do you suppose he'd take to the skies without cause? He must be carrying out a directive from the Grand Elder to confer in the main hall. True disciples join elder discussions—think the no-fly order binds him?”

“For real? That's incredible. By the way, I heard Senior Brother Zhao Hai commanded the forces on the Western Battlefront, driving the 13 Family Alliance's army right off it. Is that accurate? As a legacy disciple, battles on the Western Defense Line allow refinement realm elders to join. Would those elders heed his commands?” Junior Brother Cheng had absorbed plenty of Zhao Hai lore, yet his questions revealed endless fascination.

Jiang Chengliang nodded affirmatively. “It's all true. Back then, Senior Brother Zhao Hai held command over the Western Defense Line. Regarding those refinement realm elders you mentioned, heh, not a single one dared defy him. The defiant ones? Executed on the spot. No exceptions—everyone obeys Senior Brother Zhao Hai's directives!”

Junior Brother Cheng stared in shock at Jiang Chengliang's revelation. Bewildered, he probed, “Seriously? Is Senior Brother Zhao Hai that merciless? I wouldn't have guessed!” The warm smile he'd glimpsed on Zhao Hai's face clashed with visions of such iron-fisted ruthlessness.

Jiang Chengliang chuckled. “Work alongside Senior Brother Zhao Hai someday, and you'll grasp his true nature. Enough chatter—let's move.” He wrapped up and sped off into the distance. Blood Mountain Island teemed with disciples these days, and troublemakers cropped up frequently. Their duties demanded they handle it.

From the throng below, those snippets of talk filtered through. Disciples less acquainted with Zhao Hai brimmed with intrigue. Some outright inquired about his identity. Learning it was Zhao Hai sparked nods of sudden understanding—they'd all encountered his legendary name before.

By now, Zhao Hai had touched down just outside the main hall. A handful of refinement realm cultivators guarded the entrance. They watched him descend with intrigued stares but held their ground. Zhao Hai didn't step inside right away. Instead, he positioned himself at the threshold and declared solemnly, “Disciple Zhao Hai reports as ordered!”

A voice promptly echoed from within, “Enter.” “Yes,” Zhao Hai acknowledged. He instructed the bronze statue to remain while he strode into the hall. Du Wan Sha, Gu Na, and the rest were assembled there, alongside numerous Island Lords. Several had yet to meet Zhao Hai, so they studied him with open curiosity.

Zhao Hai directed cupped fists toward Du Wan Sha and the group. “Disciple Zhao Hai pays respects to the Grand Elder, fellow elders, and Island Lords.” He followed up with a general bow to those around. Though somewhat casual in wartime, no one took issue. War demanded flexibility.

“Fine, take a seat. You're set to command your own squad this round, so it's vital you hear our plans.” “Yes,” Zhao Hai affirmed. He proceeded to the rearmost chair and settled in. Within this chamber, even the least powerful were Island Lord experts, relegating him to the tail end.

Du Wan Sha surveyed the assembly and intoned gravely, “You all likely know by now: when the sect dispatched Elder Ha Jing to intervene, they first reached out to the Giant Demon Sect, urging an assault on the 13 Family Alliance from the opposite flank. Elder Ha Jing then messaged the other sects, barring their meddling in the 13 Family Alliance's affairs—in exchange for our puppet creation technique. Responses from those sects have arrived: the Giant Demon Sect commits to aid. Apart from the Rahu Sect, the remaining seven major sects vow non-interference in our clash with the 13 Family Alliance. Thus, we can confront the thirteen families without restraint.”

The room's occupants had prior knowledge of this, yet delight rippled through them. Zhao Hai shared their joy. With this settled, crushing the 13 Family Alliance posed no hurdle. Du Wan Sha scanned faces and nodded. “Good that you're informed. Our next move: launch an all-out strike on the 13 Family Alliance. We aim to eradicate them utterly. But we'll spare a massacre—resistance means death for all. Surrenderers, we welcome. The sect's low-level ranks have thinned lately; we require fresh blood.”

The group voiced agreement, and Du Wan Sha addressed them sternly. “I'll distribute intel on our strike points. Just ready yourselves. Coordinates come too—employ the portable teleportation arrays to transport your forces straight there. Each gets a unique coordinate, meaning each tackles a single island. Clear?”

A chorus of affirmatives rang out. Du Wan Sha fixed his gaze on Zhao Hai and continued deeply, “Zhao Hai, you'll helm a team against one island, but Island Lord experts might lurk there—beyond your current reach. Thus, Lei Xuan accompanies you. Lei Xuan, shadow Zhao Hai's group. Handle only the Island Lord threats; leave the rest to them.” This directive from Du Wan Sha aimed not to sideline Zhao Hai, but to hone the bloodsucker team.

Zhao Hai raised no protest. He rose and acknowledged the order. The Island Lords regarded Zhao Hai with approving smiles. Far from mockery, their expressions reflected high regard. They recognized Du Wan Sha's investment in Zhao Hai's growth. Such an assignment was a prized chance for any sect disciple.

Next, Du Wan Sha outlined the operation's finer points. Though the sect granted leeway in assaults, guidelines existed for post-conquest handling of island personnel and resources. They boiled down to basics: leave island materials intact, but seize what's on the foes. Spare surrendering enemies without cause, yet crush any resistance freely. These terms proved straightforward—no objections surfaced, and all consented. Finally, Du Wan Sha declared the meeting adjourned. Specific targets would arrive via sect messengers to each participant.