Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8422: Half-way (1)

At this moment, Zhao Hai sensed he was on the brink of advancing to the second layer of the profound Dharma realm. Actually, before attaining the Island Lord level, a cultivator's path remained fairly straightforward. Practitioners simply had to persist in their cultivation and build up their reserves steadily. Through nonstop training, the dharmic powers inside one's body grew stronger. Once those dharmic powers hit a particular threshold, a breakthrough to the following realm became possible. The entire breakthrough process turned out to be quite basic. It only entailed channeling one's dharmic powers to broaden the sea of Qi in the dantian, fortifying and expanding it to store even more magic power—far from an impossible feat.

Shifting from the Dharma refinement realm to the Dharma condensation realm—known as the Island Lord level—formed a towering obstacle. Overcoming it proved no simple task. Without doubt, navigating every major realm carried its own heavy burdens, demanding a solid grasp of key insights. Still, when measured against the challenge of rising to an Island Lord level powerhouse, those hurdles seemed almost trivial.

This advancement marked just a minor realm leap for Zhao Hai, rendering it far from taxing. He effortlessly expanded his dantian once more, while the mana coursing through his body surged ahead. Over the span of a single night, he firmly anchored his cultivation at the second layer of the profound cultivation realm. Come morning, a wave of invigorating clarity washed over him.

Yet he held off on venturing outside right away. Instead, his mind turned to a nagging issue. During his joint efforts with the bloodsucker team in battle, he'd been layering a murderous aura barrier over them. Maintaining that took considerable effort, leaving his own fighting strength diminished as he depended on external defenses. Such vulnerability grated on him deeply.

Truth be told, the initial attempt to envelop the bloodsucker team in a murderous aura barrier had stunned him with its complexity. But after repeated practice, applying it grew less burdensome. Coupled with his rising power, he figured it shouldn't hinder his performance anymore when shielding the bloodsucker team. That said, sustaining the murderous aura barrier required constant seal-forming, or else it lost all effect.

For Zhao Hai, that setup was utterly intolerable. Thus, he resolved to devise a method for imprinting a killing aura barrier on the bloodsucker team without sacrificing his own battle prowess. Ideally, he could even manipulate the killing aura barrier in combat. This vision embodied his perfect approach to warfare.

So how might he achieve it? Zhao Hai knitted his brow, lost in contemplation. Abruptly, an idea sparked in his thoughts. He recalled the blood lotus, which he'd seldom employed lately. In recent times, the blood lotus had seen little action, overshadowed by his reliance on the bronze statue. For one, he preferred keeping the blood lotus's existence under wraps. For another, the bronze statue's inner space made it unnecessary to summon the blood lotus for ferrying people around.

Now, though, Zhao Hai pondered if directing the blood lotus to project a murderous aura barrier onto the bloodsucker team would free him to battle by their side. After all, the blood lotus formed an extension of his own form. Anything he could accomplish, the blood lotus ought to handle as well. Surely this could work?

With that realization, Zhao Hai's gaze brightened. He promptly called forth the blood lotus. A seal materialized within it at once. Soon, a crimson killing intent blanketed his chamber. Zhao Hai exhaled deeply in relief. As the seal faded, the blood-red killing intent vanished too. A grin spread across his face—he'd pulled it off.

Stepping from his quarters, Zhao Hai scanned the surroundings. Numerous bloody massacre sect disciples already populated Lone Mountain Island. The blood Ghost Team stood guard encircling his room, carving out an exclusive zone. No other disciples dared approach this perimeter. Clearly, they grasped the distinction between the blood Ghost Team and themselves.

Zhao Hai spared it little heed. He merely glanced out, smirked, and then dashed toward the side hall housing du Wan Sha and the rest. Upon arrival, he spotted two figures waiting there, both at the refinement realm. They greeted him with cupped fists. One spoke up: "Island master Zhao, elder li has instructed that over the coming days, they will enter closed-door cultivation, so please refrain from disturbing them. Handle any matters on your own."

Zhao Hai paused briefly, then nodded. "Understood," he replied. With that, he returned their salute, spun on his heel, and departed. He realized li daya and tu Ling had no need for seclusion. The true secluded cultivator was du wansha. Indeed, during their last encounter, Zhao Hai had picked up on du wansha's off-kilter state—not from wounds, but from severe depletion of his magical energy. This hinted at the grueling fight on meteoric Island. No doubt, du wansha was now replenishing his magical energy.

Zhao Hai had sought the three elders to strategize responses to the threats encircling Lone Mountain Island. That morning upon waking, he'd detected numerous 13 Family Alliance members skulking beyond the island's borders. Evidently, the 13 Family Alliance had learned of Lone Mountain Island's capture and dispatched scouts to watch their moves, sparking this tension.

He'd planned to confer with the three elders on countermeasures. But now, deliberation seemed pointless—they could simply eliminate the intruders. Zhao Hai swiftly rallied several Island Lord level powerhouses and spearheaded the bloodsucker team off Lone Mountain Island. They eradicated every lurking cultivator from the 13 families Alliance. A few escaped, sure, but that mattered little now.

Such raids persisted across five straight days. Zhao Hai felt no rush. Daily, he guided his forces to pursue the thirteen families Alliance's cultivators. He relished the pursuit. On the fifth day, du Wan Sha emerged from seclusion, fully restored. He then summoned Zhao Hai and the group, assigning him 100 Island Masters. He declared Zhao Hai their commander, demanding full obedience. Next, he handed over 100000 cultivators and dispatched them to flowing Light Island.

Once Zhao Hai's contingent departed, du wansha rallied his remaining forces, stationing 10000 on Lone Mountain Island. The bulk of the army activated the portable teleportation array to warp straight to the heart of the thirteen Family Alliance's domain. Naturally, their emergence point lay a thousand miles from the thirteen Family Alliance's core Island, avoiding any risk of traps. A thousand miles struck the perfect balance—not too near, not too distant.

Assembled in full, they surged toward the 13 Family Alliance's core Island under du wansha’s command. Yet du wansha never anticipated clashing with the 13 Family Alliance’s forces en route. This enemy host numbered 500000 strong, commanded by 500 Island Lords alongside several family heads. Notably, Yu Fengbo remained absent.

Du Wan Sha eyed the 13 Family Alliance's commanders—the patriarchs of the Mao family, Wang family, Lu family, Gong Sun family, and Baili family. Among them, the Baili family head wielded the greatest might, thus assuming leadership of the coalition.

The Baili family head went by Baili Wuya, a strikingly handsome cultivator who appeared in his thirties. This stemmed from the Baili family's potent cultivation method, which boasted a unique trait: preserving youth and staving off rapid aging. As such, Baili clansmen often looked remarkably youthful, though their true ages typically spanned seven or eight decades.

Baili Wuya fixed his stare on du Wan Sha’s forces, a flicker of resolve in his eyes. Du Wan Sha caught it and signaled with a hand sweep, halting his army. Baili Wuya met du Wan Sha's gaze and rumbled, "Du chengsha, I truly never foresaw your blood slaughter sect resorting to such卑劣 tactics."

Du Wan Sha regarded Baili Wu Ya with a smile. "卑劣 tactics? What makes you say that? Moreover, after clashing with your thirteen Family Alliance for years, we're well-versed in these maneuvers. All this time, you've leaned on the seven major sects' support to challenge our bloody massacre sect. Now, you'll face the consequences."

Anger flared across Baili Wuya’s features as he growled deeply, "You know full well the seven major sects drove us to this. You lack the nerve to confront them directly, so you target us instead. The bloody massacre sect merely preys on the weak while cowering from the mighty!" This sentiment likely echoed through the 13 Family Alliance. Yet they'd conveniently forgotten the smug satisfaction they'd felt aiding the seven major sects in oppressing the blood hangman sect. In truth, much of their support for the seven major sects arose from their own eagerness, not mere coercion.

Du Wan Sha scoffed. "Spare us the empty words. Driven you? Could the seven great sects truly compel you?" If you wished to evade the seven major sects' pressure, you could've submitted to us—we'd have shielded you. But you sided with the seven major sects, betting everything on them and placing faith in them over us. What's left to discuss? At this juncture, prattling on changes nothing. In the blood sea realm, only one can endure: the blood slaughter sect or the Alliance of the 13 families. Your path is set."

"Hahahahaha, splendid—a true 'no choice' indeed. Du Wan Sha, you're spot on; we have no options. Our 13 Family Alliance can't match your 10 great sects in might, leaving us cornered. But we can refuse to yield to your blood slaughter sect. Wiping out our 13 Family Alliance won't come easy. Today, witness the might of our 13 Family Alliance’s warriors!" With a sharp gesture, the 13 Family Alliance disciples behind him drew their magic tools, glaring at du Wan Sha with eyes ablaze.

Du Wan Sha surveyed them and chuckled. "The blood slaughter sect dispatched just 500000 to assail your 13 Family Alliance this round, as our available manpower is limited. Yet today, behold another hallmark technique of the blood slaughter sect!" He swept his hand, and his disciples mirrored the motion. Rows of puppets materialized at their flanks. Each warrior commanded 100 puppets. At that scale, the sight proved utterly daunting.