Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8455: Magic tool (1)

With a resounding explosion, the icy gale scattered, revealing Zhao Hai's form. Before him stood an elderly Daoist ensnared within a massive golden swastika seal. The Daoist's face twisted in agony as he stared at Zhao Hai in utter shock, muttering, "Power of belief? How could this be? You've yet to attain the Island Lord realm—how do you possess such potent faith power, and in such abundance?"

Zhao Hai glanced at the nearby flag, noting the clear tear in its fabric. The Daoist remained confined by the Buddha seal. Without the faith infused in his Dharma power, he might have faced peril. Zhao Hai hadn't anticipated the Daoist's formidable strength.

This Daoist existed merely as an artifact spirit, and an incomplete one at that. He couldn't harness the flag's full might; otherwise, his strength would overwhelm even more. Yet, even with his limited access, the power he wielded proved immense. Zhao Hai's all-out strike earlier failed to end him, merely binding him within the Buddha seal.

Still, Zhao Hai had no intention of sparing him. As a mere remnant soul born from deep obsession, subduing such an entity into the space would prove arduous. Even if successful, the obsession would vanish, likely causing the Daoist's soul to dissolve entirely into basic soul energy, unfit for transformation into a dark soul. Thus, from the start, Zhao Hai resolved to eliminate him right there.

Damage to the flag didn't concern Zhao Hai—it could be mended. His spatial ring held vast resources. More crucially, it brimmed with infinite Yin Qi and soul power, sufficient to restore the flag completely.

Turning his gaze from the flag, Zhao Hai faced the Daoist with a grin. "No need to fret over the source of my faith power. But since your end draws near, share your final wish. If it's within my means, I might grant it."

The Daoist glared at Zhao Hai, his features contorted in rage. "No! Death won't claim me. I've uncovered a fresh avenue to immortality—how could I perish? I refuse to die!" Madness gripped him now. Zhao Hai recognized the Daoist's obsession ran too profound, akin to Number One's, though Number One possessed a whole soul while this was but a fragment. Aid seemed impossible.

With a heavy sigh, Zhao Hai reflected on this. "Very well. I'll guide you toward rebirth. What lingers is only a remnant soul. Without reincarnation, your true soul stays fractured, barring any future cycle. Once reborn, wholeness returns, allowing proper reincarnation." He formed a hand seal, intoning the rebirth mantra. The Buddha seal began to rotate gradually. The trapped Daoist wailed intermittently, struggling to shatter his bonds, but the seal held firm, denying escape. Golden radiance burst forth from the seal, birthing runes that coalesced into binding cords around the Daoist. Terror filled his cries, yet they availed nothing. Finally, the runes drew the Daoist deep into the seal, vanishing from sight.

A sharp ripping sound echoed—buzzz! Zhao Hai whirled to see fresh rents in the flag, leaving it ragged and on the verge of collapse. Heaving another sigh, Zhao Hai flicked his wrist, storing the flag in the space. He infused repair materials first, then shifted it to the hell space for nurturing.

The Daoist's frailty tied partly to his crude flag repairs. As a remnant soul, he couldn't incorporate fresh materials, essential for mending artifacts. Though he exploited the Ghostwind Bandits for blood sacrifices, sourcing aid from the Blood Slaughter Path for materials proved challenging. The flag demanded rare, high-grade components, elusive even for the Ghostwind Bandits.

Thus, the Daoist resorted to blood sacrifice and Yin Qi to patch the flag gradually. His method merely glued it with Yin Qi like adhesive, masking but not healing the wounds. Consequently, the flag couldn't unleash its full potential. Once a supreme artifact rivaling the God-slaying Blade, it now fell short against even an Island Lord expert. As an incomplete artifact spirit, the Daoist couldn't maximize its force, and the diminished power let Zhao Hai subdue it with relative ease.

Zhao Hai had already integrated the necessary materials into the flag for restoration. Now, it required only immersion in the hell dimension for recovery. That realm overflowed with Yin energy and myriad soul powers to sustain it. Soon, the flag would reclaim its zenith. Should Zhao Hai avoid battles and let it absorb hell's essence longer, it might surpass its former glory.

Having settled the grand flag, Zhao Hai eyed the cave once more before soaring inside. Another energy drew him there—not as potent as the flag's, yet substantial. What intrigued him most was its ominous sword Qi.

Inside the cave, Zhao Hai spotted a long sword embedded in the earth. The sight left him momentarily frozen; the blade struck him as peculiar. Though plunged into the ground, its hilt nearly scraped the floor, the entire sword bowed severely.

Realization dawned on Zhao Hai—this was a flexible sword. The revelation sparked mild astonishment. Cultivators seldom favored soft swords, as controlling them proved trickier than rigid ones, with no edge in might. Hence, few practitioners chose them.

Yet Zhao Hai held no disdain for this soft sword. A piercing sword intent emanated from it, marking its former wielder as a swordsmanship virtuoso. His mind raced: surely, the old Daoist once commanded this blade. As an Elder of the Fierce Sword Sect, his prowess in sword arts was unparalleled, explaining such formidable intent.

Now, with the Daoist's remnant soul gone, the sword intent stood unclaimed. The spiritual imprint on the soft sword had faded entirely, leaving it uncontrolled. Though the intent still surged, its unchecked state sapped much of its effectiveness.

Approaching the flexible sword, Zhao Hai sensed a stinging ache across his skin from its intent. Abandoning it here would see the intent erode completely in time, rendering the sword worthless.

All artifacts demanded nurturing—the Yin Wind Ghost Flag required it, as did this soft sword. Zhao Hai suspected the Daoist positioned it deliberately, deeper in the cave to shield the flag, like a sentinel blade.

As the sword's original master, the Daoist could manipulate it freely. Bound to the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, he stationed the soft sword as a guardian. He even siphoned Yin power from the flag to sustain the sword, preserving its vigor.

Why, after his body's destruction, the Daoist claimed the gravely damaged Yin Wind Ghost Flag over the soft sword puzzled Zhao Hai at first. He concluded the flag could draw blood mist and Yin energy to bolster his soul against dissipation. The soft sword, for all its might, offered no such sustenance, prompting his choice of the flag.

Reaching out, Zhao Hai seized the flexible sword. Abruptly, a dark sword gleam flashed from it, lancing toward him. But Zhao Hai chuckled, giving it a subtle shake. The sword quivered, the gleam vanishing. The flexible sword dulled to plain black, seeming ordinary now.

Even so, Zhao Hai sensed its sword intent remained potent, merely reined in under his command and sealed within. When needed, it could unleash fully, delivering devastating force. He could nurture this soft sword too—its material was excellent. Proper care would amplify its power immensely. With ample time, it might evolve into a tool akin to a sect's defensive array. Like the God-slaying Blade, though, it lacked an inner space—unnecessary for a pure instrument of slaughter.

Caressing the soft sword lightly, Zhao Hai waved it into the space, straight to the hell dimension. He detected its need for Yin Qi nourishment. Perhaps it once thrived without, but the Daoist's use of the Yin Wind Ghost Flag's Yin Qi had altered its nature, making Yin Qi ideal now. Thus, he consigned it to the hell realm. Barring mishaps, both the flexible sword and Yin Wind Ghost Flag would serve as his future armaments. After all, deploying the Blood Lotus in combat would betray his true identity.