Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8517: River of blood (1)

A swift little vessel navigated rapidly across the sea of blood. As it advanced, the blood tendrils got swept aside, creating a clear, straight path in its wake. Yet, this void was quickly reclaimed by the encroaching blood fog, erasing any trace. Strangely enough, those navigating the blood sea remained oblivious to the boat's presence, as if it were a spectral vessel.

Inside his quarters, Zhao Hai rested with Laura and the rest nearby. Having outlined his strategy to Chang Jun and his companions, he allowed them to hone their skills independently. Additionally, he instructed them to train mounting the aliens' backs. Such riding would significantly boost their fighting capabilities. To further enhance their prowess, Zhao Hai crafted a spear for every one of them.

Currently, Chang Jun trained within the origin space. It was essential for them to get accustomed to battling atop an alien. Initially, they puzzled over Zhao Hai's directive, but upon engaging in combat from an alien's back, comprehension dawned. The alien's might was overwhelming.

To begin with, the Xenomorphs boasted formidable defenses. Not even Island Lords could readily pierce their tough exteriors. Moreover, their speed was remarkable, particularly during sprints. Unlike cultivators who soared through the skies, these beings dashed through the air, surpassing typical cultivator velocities by a wide margin.

Regarding power, the aliens possessed immense might. Their strikes landed with crushing force, yet they moved with remarkable agility. Such assaults proved devastatingly effective. For any cultivator, possessing such an ally was invaluable. Beyond raw power, their agility stood out distinctly. Agility differed from mere velocity; speed alone didn't guarantee nimbleness. Yet, the aliens excelled in maneuverability. They could abruptly shift course even at full tilt. This feat owed much to their elongated tails, which served dual purposes: whipping foes and steering sharply.

Furthermore, poison held no threat to them. Should adversaries deploy toxins, the aliens would simply assimilate them. Thus, these creatures delivered exceptional battlefield performance. When paired with cultivators to form alien knights, their collective strength amplified dramatically.

Zhao Hai insisted on spears over the Blood Slaughter Sect's swords to avoid revealing their identities. Success in every raid wasn't assured; survivors might flee and report sightings of alien riders wielding crimson blades, instantly linking them to the Blood Slaughter Sect. This would draw the seven major sects' wrath, posing grave peril.

By contrast, universal spear usage aroused no suspicions. The Blood Slaughter Sect housed numerous spear arts besides. With Zhao Hai's vast repertoire of methods in his thoughts, devising spear forms akin to the eight bloody battle techniques posed no challenge.

Chang Jun and his group accustomed themselves to combat from alien backs while mastering spear wielding in fights. They weren't novices, after all. Though spear handling felt clumsy at first, adaptation seemed imminent with practice.

Zhao Hai held no concerns over the battle aura they projected. The Sinister Wind Ghost Flag was their asset. During assaults, it empowered them as demonic soldiers, masking the Blood Slaughter Sect's signature killing intent with demonic Qi, rendering detection arduous for foes.

Zhao Hai refrained from forging armor for them yet. Desire clashed with practicality. He planned to outfit them once spoils accumulated sufficiently. In the Blood Sea Realm, armor remained scarce, particularly among cultivators who seldom donned it.

Zhao Hai dismissed reasons behind cultivators' aversion to armor. Should opportunity arise later, he'd arm Chang Jun and others with it. As comprehensive defensive magical artifacts, armors offered constant protection. Shields, by comparison, hovered ahead, demanding spiritual power allocation for control. Armors, worn simply, shielded the body effortlessly. In Zhao Hai's estimation, their utility likely outshone shields. Thus, he resolved to gear them accordingly.

Zhao Hai's group steered toward a fringe zone of the Blood Sea Realm. Distant from the top ten sects' domains, it marked an outer exploratory frontier for cultivators. Typically, no grand powers dominated such regions. Here, only minor sects thrived, modest in scope. Certain ones coalesced around mere Island Lord experts. It qualified as a forsaken corner of the Blood Sea Realm.

For this venture, Zhao Hai targeted not a single sect but every faction in the vicinity. Earlier, the Blood Slaughter Sect had established several outlets there, aimed at gathering regional produce and resources. Viewing these petty groups with disdain, the Blood Slaughter Sect neglected spying on them.

Unexpectedly, after the Blood Slaughter Sect's woes, these lesser sects struck first at the shops. Their audacity shone as they assaulted post-crisis, slaying all Blood Slaughter Sect members and seizing the establishments.

Zhao Hai learned of this via Zhu Yong's intel web. He now split Zhu Yong's landlady network. Hers proved superior, delving deeper into major sects' secrets. Infiltrators included lesser disciples there, those with capped prospects, ripe for corruption.

Zhu Yong's web focused on bazaars, harvesting grassroots whispers. Never dismiss this; even minor ripples across the cultivation realm reached them, proving the net's immense value.

The destination bore a moniker in the Blood Sea Realm: Blood River Sea. An odd title, blending river and sea. Zhao Hai's thorough probe revealed a Blood River coursing through its waters.

This Blood River essentially comprised a divergent mist stream amid the blood sea. Uniformly shrouded in blood fog otherwise, a band dozens of miles broad and spanning tens of thousands stretched uniquely. Its fog diverged in pace and path from surroundings, resembling a flowing river—hence the Blood River Sea designation.

Remarkably, the Blood River enchanted like a true waterway, cleaving the Blood River Sea from broader blood sea expanses. Over 30 sects, large and small, dotted that zone, controlling over 700 islands combined. Mostly ephemeral, save a handful of enduring ones, these isles stemmed from Island Lord creations, underscoring the region's might.

This seclusion bred isolation from outsiders, fostering hubris and naivety. Zhao Hai aimed to ravage the Blood River Sea, obliterating every sect and claiming their devoted slaves.

Since grand sects ignored this backwater, reprisals from them loomed unlikely. Ideally, Zhao Hai envisioned it as a stronghold. Yet, mere fancy for now; their present power ill-suited establishing one.

Weeks of voyaging through the blood sea brought them to its outskirts. Chang Jun's team drilled alien synergy relentlessly. Months of effort yielded full acclimation to the mounts and spear mastery—sufficient preparation.

For the first time, the vessel ascended from the blood sea, ascending to its surface. Ahead loomed the Blood River, a divergent fog ribbon visible afar, elongated and broad. While ambient mists drifted lengthwise, this band's surged sideways with fierce velocity. Curving ahead realistically, it mimicked a mundane river vividly.

By Zhao Hai's side stood Chang Jun and companions. Gazing at the Blood River, Chang Jun intoned deeply, “That’s the Blood River. Crossing it enters the Blood River Sea. Sect master, rumor holds a unique Qi hovers over it, taxing ordinary cultivators to traverse. It erects a innate shield guarding the Blood River Sea. Hence, locals interact sparingly with outsiders. Scant teleportation arrays connect beyond. Our strikes within should evade external notice easily. Even alerted, ingress and aid prove challenging. Demolish internal arrays, and entry becomes nigh impossible.”