Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8481: Recruitment (1)

"Moon in the sea!" roared the sturdy warrior. He seized the spear tip of his hammer and hurled it toward Zhao Hai. Yet right then, the blade in Zhao Hai's grip stirred, and he declared, "Shen Ji, heavenly net!" As his words rang out, Zhao Hai's form vanished in an instant. In its place rose a massive web from below. The sturdy man struck the web, but it proved incredibly pliable. It felt to him like gripping a spear weighing ten thousand pounds—he simply couldn't budge it. Forced to halt, his face flushed crimson.

Right then, the vast web surged forward, wrapping around him like a shroud and ensnaring his frame. A wave of numbness coursed through the big man's body. Some invisible force sealed every vital acupoint, leaving him utterly immobile.

Just then, Zhao Hai materialized next to the sturdy man. He cast a glance at him and smirked, "I'll let you live for now, but I'll handle you soon enough." With that, Zhao Hai shifted his gaze to the folks below and let out a chilly snort. He flicked the flexible sword in his grasp and thrust it toward them. At the same moment, he bellowed, "Seamless saber array!" His command echoed, and the loose cultivators down there heard a thunderous boom. The landscape around them twisted, plunging them into a bizarre realm. This domain featured thirty-six towering columns. Before each column loomed four iron figures, each guarding a cardinal direction. Every iron figure clutched a massive saber. Suddenly, the iron figures sprang to life, their enormous blades slashing through the air.

A sweeping saber glow blanketed the whole area. The loose cultivators panicked, unleashing their various techniques against the iron figures. Explosions rocked the space as the saber formation shattered. Still, by the time it activated fully, almost half the loose cultivators lay dead.

During Zhao Hai's prior use of the seamless saber array, he had wiped out every pursuer. But now, he felled only about half. The survivors had shattered the assault and fled. Clearly, this bunch outmatched the previous foes in strength.

Yet Zhao Hai held back from a follow-up strike. Sword in hand, he stood firm, eyeing those who had just escaped the array. A grin played on his lips as he spoke gravely, "What do you all make of my divine weapon? I'll offer you one last shot. Refuse to yield, and I won't hold back."

The loose cultivators reeled from the shock. Zhao Hai had deployed just two and a half techniques thus far—one and a half against the hammer-wielding brute. Against them, he'd unleashed only one, yet it claimed half their number. Though the survivors ranked among the weaker ones, Zhao Hai's methods struck with eerie unpredictability. That seamless saber array baffled them completely, no matter the angle. It formed a true array; escape demanded breaking it. Without doing so, the technique might have persisted endlessly. Such an odd tactic lay beyond their wildest thoughts. Fear now gripped them.

The rogue cultivators huddled close, staring up at Zhao Hai. He met their gazes with icy resolve and demanded, "Well? I've handed you your chance. Squander it, and I won't show mercy. Speak—will you submit?" Sword poised, Zhao Hai remained rooted, his features etched with lethal intent.

Doubt rippled through the unaffiliated cultivators. Terror clawed at them. Zhao Hai's last technique had chilled their bones. Plus, he'd subdued the burly man in a mere one and a half moves. Capturing alive proved tougher than slaying outright, yet he'd managed it swiftly. Zhao Hai's might overwhelmed them. Facing such dominance, fear took hold. A few already leaned toward surrender.

As rogue cultivators, their path to this point had brimmed with hardship, far beyond what sect disciples endured. Death held no appeal, fueling their hesitation. Suddenly, a flash of white light erupted from their midst, streaking skyward and vanishing swiftly. It was a message spell.

"You seek death!" Zhao Hai's shout erupted. He swung his sword in a forward jab while intoning deeply, "Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!" A razor-sharp sword beam lanced from his blade at blinding speed. Aimed not to slay but to intercept the signal, it raced after the glowing orb and struck it down.

Zhao Hai then aimed his sword at the throng and yelled, "Shen Ji, cloud piercing arrow!" The thrust unleashed a sword gleam into their ranks. The group scattered in panic, bolting every which way. But as they stirred, a cry pierced the air. One cultivator's neck got run through by Zhao Hai's strike.

Gazing at the scattering loose cultivators, Zhao Hai issued a frosty huff. He had unleashed the Buddha's lion's roar. Every loose cultivator's ears rang with thunderous force. Their frames shook, halting them in place. Horror twisted their faces. They hadn't imagined Zhao Hai's power ran so deep—a mere snort disrupted their spiritual energies. His strength terrified them.

Zhao Hai eyed the rogue cultivators and sneered, "You fools, how bold to strike at me? Even if you outmatch me, even with the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag in hand, what good does it do? Don't you grasp the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag's might? Don't you see how vital this is to the major sects? Would those sect disciples stand idle while you claim the flag? The moment you seize the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag, your doom arrives at their hands. Why end as shades beneath their blades? Join me instead. Though I linger in the Refinement Realm, with the Sinister Wind Ghost Flag, I can face Island Lord-level foes. The flag holds another power: uniting our collective might. Pool our strengths, and we'll not only tackle Island Lord experts but shatter island defenses with ease. Soon, we'll rampage the realms like the Ghostwind Bandits, amassing endless treasures. What holds you back?"

Zhao Hai's words left them dumbfounded. Then, excitement sparked in their eyes. Truth be told, as rogue cultivators unbound by major sects, they lacked the sect disciples' deep grudge against the Ghostwind Bandits. Far from loathing them, they idolized the outlaws. The Ghostwind Bandits embodied rogue cultivator dreams—defying the great sects, shattering every chain of tyranny.

Countless times, these souls had dreamed of wielding power to conquer like the Ghostwind Bandits, claiming the world's riches. Manuals, artifacts, spirit stones, exotic rarities—all would be theirs.

Zhao Hai scanned them and intoned solemnly, "Together, we seize the future. The world awaits our grasp. Will you stand with me?" His eyes burned as he regarded the group. Alone, he'd draw too much scrutiny. Rallying allies would redirect eyes to the Ghostwind Bandits' legacy, away from his lone self.

He trusted no one would swiftly unmask him, yet caution ruled. He dared not belittle the great sects' prowess. Those sects weren't blind. His emergence as Zou Xiao mirrored Zhao Hai's seclusion. Link those dots, and they might pierce his guise.

Better to ignite the blaze openly, etching his role as the Ghostwind Bandits' premier leader in all minds, burying probes into his past. Thus, his secret stayed safer. That drove Zhao Hai to enlist them.

"Boss, count me in. To hell with those sect disciples—I'm sick of them. I'll follow you into the fray. Even death would honor that fight. My time in this world won't waste!" A gruff shout broke the tension.

All turned toward the voice, spotting the hammer-swinging burly man who first assaulted Zhao Hai. Though bound by Zhao Hai's hold, speech remained his. He bellowed with fervor, face alight, eager to charge alongside Zhao Hai and carve through foes.

Zhao Hai regarded the burly man and inwardly marveled. This brute hid sharp wits. Seeing capture inevitable, he pledged alliance first, securing survival. Zhao Hai now felt compelled to free him. Clever indeed.

Still, delight stirred in Zhao Hai. The man's display earned deeper respect. He nodded, gesturing to lift the bindings. Then, eyeing the burly man, he said, "Fine. From this day, you're with me. What's your name?"

The burly man dropped to his knees before Zhao Hai and rumbled, "Boss, name's Xu Gang!" Xu Gang saw no escape now, so partnering with Zhao Hai appealed. It beat his lot. His current method had barely carried him this far—a feat in itself. Advancing demanded superior techniques and ample resources, both beyond his reach alone. Trailing Zhao Hai promised access. Crucial for growth. Thus, he chose alliance. Better a blaze of glory than fading in obscurity!