Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8516: The plan (1)

Capítulo 8516: The plan (1)

Seeing them depart, Zhao Hai simply grinned without uttering a word. Next, he personally selected spots for Zhu Yong and Gou Zi to rest and then departed himself. He headed up to the third level where Laura and the rest waited. Naturally, he preferred staying with Laura and her group over Zhu Yong and the others. Being with these companions felt far more at ease.

Meanwhile, Chang Jun and his companions were going wild with excitement. Eager to grasp the secrets of this realm, they quickly picked their living quarters and then grabbed the Jade slip and Jade tablet that Zhao Hai had described. The capabilities of these items left them utterly astonished once they reviewed them.

This Jade token acted as a gateway, permitting entry into the space whenever desired. Yet, to activate it fully, refinement was essential first. That involved channeling mental energy, adding a drop of blood, and even infusing a strand of soul power into the Jade token.

The Jade slip offered even more thorough details. It covered not just the amenities in their quarters but also the vast space itself. Within this domain lay mineral veins, fertile lands, flowing waters, chilling springs, cultivation fields, demon beast habitats, towering mountains, expansive plains, and boundless seas. Everything was laid out with precision, helping all realize the immense scale of this space.

Once they knew what their rooms provided, the group dashed out like a gust, hurrying to explore other areas of the spatial realm. They wanted to witness this space firsthand, and it didn't take long to see its incredible might. Beyond mountains, woods, rivers, meadows, and demon beasts, the real thrill came from how those beasts lunged at them fiercely, proving their strength was no joke.

For the next ten days, exploration consumed their days, with only nights spent returning to rooms for sleep. They behaved just like kids discovering a wonderland, endlessly hunting for hidden gems.

After those ten days, their quest for treasures finally paused. By then, they held a solid grasp on the space's layout. Yet, this very insight only deepened their awe for Zhao Hai. They couldn't fathom how he had squeezed such an enormous space into a tiny boat. From outside, the vessel seemed barely able to hold ten folks, but inside, it could house billions. Such a feat was downright mind-blowing.

Back at their homes and settled at last, Zhao Hai summoned Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, Xu Gang, and several fresh Island Lords. He maintained his own quarters here, complete with a conference area and study. Though he seldom showed up in them.

With the larger crowd this time, Zhao Hai brought all to the meeting hall. It resembled a grand auditorium. Up front stood a raised platform where Zhao Hai took his seat, elevated slightly over a meter from the floor. Below, seats stepped up gradually, creating a balanced setup overall. The space could host nearly 10,000 for gatherings, so accommodating their small number posed no issue at all.

Carved beneath their living zones, the hall relied on an everlasting light array overhead to keep things brilliantly lit. Sound arrays around ensured Zhao Hai's words reached every ear clearly.

Besides the cultivators, the undead clan's Island Masters joined too. Zhao Hai intended equal standing for the undead clan as the cultivators. Though they served as his retainers and required no faith power, he insisted on fairness. He refused to shortchange his followers, even if the undead didn't mind. To Zhao Hai, it mattered greatly.

With all assembled, Zhao Hai scanned the faces and spoke, “I held off summoning you these past ten days to let you delve deeper into this space. Countless top-grade materials went into forging it—I poured everything I had into its creation. Also, know this: what you've explored is just one layer. Another space awaits your discovery.”

Zhao Hai's words left the group frozen in disbelief, staring at him wide-eyed. They had no clue about a second space lurking here. Its nature and location remained mysteries, fueling their shock.

Gazing over them, Zhao Hai continued gravely, “Today’s call concerns your roles as Island Masters. In the blood sea realm, each holds their island and loyal slaves who supply faith power—vital for growth. But our unique circumstances mean no slaves or islands for you yet. It's unavoidable given our position. You can't match others right now.”

The others nodded, fully grasping their tough spot. Betrayal never crossed their minds. Blood Slaughter Sect members stayed devoted forever. Years by Zhao Hai's side had bound them tightly; they knew his prowess too well to turn. As for the Ghostwind squad, fear kept them loyal. Once, their Island Lord ranks seemed mighty, but this space revealed their weakness against Zhao Hai. Crafting even a basic space artifact lay beyond them—the difference yawned vast.

Zhao Hai eyed them steadily and declared deeply, “We may lack islands, but slaves we can claim. Beneath this space lies another, its surroundings perhaps less ideal, yet spanning over tenfold the size. I designed it for those slaves. True, none exist here now, but we can seize them. Endless slaves roam outside. Even with the ten great sects hunting us, snatching slaves ourselves is feasible. Once captured and placed in that slave space, they'll serve as ours forever!”

Excitement sparked in their eyes at Zhao Hai's proposal. They never imagined him plotting such a move. In blood sea realm annals, stealing slaves marked uncharted territory. Sects always dismissed slaves as worthless. During clashes, none bothered them—not from mercy, but irrelevance. Slaves posed zero danger, so why bother?

Plus, no sect ever ran short on slaves. They bred like rabbits, often forcing sects to carve out new dens just to house them. Shortages? Unheard of. Thus, the notion of hunting slaves never arose.

But for Zhao Hai's crew, slaves were precisely what they needed most. His words ignited their enthusiasm instantly. Gaining slaves meant future faith power, letting them rival other Island Masters. Fewer disciples? No worry—build gradually. Progress demanded steady steps.

Noting their eager looks, Zhao Hai chuckled. “Looks like you're all keen,” he said. “Check this out. I've compiled data on minor sects—ones that targeted our Blood Slaughter Sect disciples before. They're weak overall. My plan: strike them, seize resources, techniques, and slaves. Their members? Eliminate without mercy!”

His final word dripped with lethal intent, yet silence met it. Xu Gang and kin were rogue cultivators, forged in bloodshed to reach their heights. Such an upbringing bred no fear of death-dealing.

Blood Slaughter Sect folk were bolder still. Killing sharpened their edge always. Though not mass slayers, they embraced it readily. Lately, rival sects' attacks amid their downfall fueled burning grudges. Facing foes now, how could Blood Slaughter disciples hesitate? They yearned to wipe every last one out, reveling in the purge. Mercy? Pure fantasy.

Zhao Hai smiled at the group. “Good, consensus reached. No need for more talk. Let's depart and gear up. But remember, we can't fly the Blood Slaughter banner—too risky. If the nine sects spot us, trouble brews. Rahu and Giant Demon might tolerate, but the rest hold vendettas. So, we operate as Ghostwind bandits. Steel yourselves for that identity.”

Though it chafed a bit, they consented. No rash youths here—they saw the wisdom in Zhao Hai's caution. Exposing Blood Slaughter ties would draw the seven powers' wrath immediately. Even Zhao Hai's might couldn't shield them; they'd turn pariahs, hunted relentlessly. Peril loomed too great.