Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8518: The remaining evildoers (1)

Zhao Hai gave a nod, his voice low and grave as he declared, “Let’s proceed. We’ll converse within. Once we’ve grasped the circumstances, we’ll tackle them gradually.” With that, a thought from Zhao Hai propelled the vessel directly toward the Blood River. The craft’s velocity was impressive; it swiftly approached the river’s bank and then dove right in.

Upon entering the Blood River, the boat shuddered slightly, yet it soon steadied itself. Still, its pace diminished noticeably. This caught Zhao Hai off guard. Though Chang Jun had mentioned a unique force within the Blood River, Zhao Hai hadn’t paid it much mind earlier. Now, it was clear this power was far from ordinary—immensely strong and streaming alongside the river’s current. Since the boat was pushing against that current, its speed had naturally slackened.

Thanks to the empowering wash from the blood sea realm’s might, the little vessel had grown even sturdier. Even with the reduced speed, it hadn’t halted entirely. Moreover, the Blood River spanned just tens of miles across, so crossing it didn’t take much time at all.

The moment they emerged from the Blood River, several streaks of sword light hurtled their way. In an instant, they obstructed Zhao Hai and his group. This left Zhao Hai momentarily taken aback. He couldn’t resist eyeing the sword cultivators with curiosity.

Clad in moon-white robes, they perched atop flying swords, each appearing remarkably striking. They resembled typical sword cultivators, utterly unlike the disciples from blood sea realm sects. This discovery astonished Zhao Hai. He’d never imagined a sect like this existing in the blood sea.

The sword practitioners positioned themselves before Zhao Hai and his companions. The foremost disciple scrutinized them and demanded in a stern tone, “What are you? Why have you intruded into my Blood River Sea territory?” He seemed around twenty years old, strikingly handsome, with eyes sparkling like stars and brows sharp as blades. His gaze was deep as ink, and a hint of haughtiness clung to him, giving off a young master’s vibe. He cut a truly captivating figure.

Zhao Hai observed them and then grinned suddenly, “What’s the issue? Are we barred from the Blood River Sea area? You may not recognize us, but surely you’ve heard of this banner.” As he said this, Zhao Hai gestured to the cold wind Ghost flag nearby. Planted on the ship, this cold wind Ghost flag matched the original perfectly.

Hearing Zhao Hai’s remark, the cultivator glanced once more at the cold wind Ghost flag. Yet, it was evident he didn’t know it. With a cold huff, he replied, “Entry to the Blood River Sea is forbidden to all. Regarding that flag you brought up, it’s unfamiliar to me. You’d best come along quietly and heed my sect’s commands. If not, don’t fault us for rudeness.” While speaking, the longsword under their feet had already shifted to his grasp. He aimed it at Zhao Hai, unleashing a sword intent that pierced the heavens. This intent flowed like a mighty river, turbulent and seasoned.

Seeing the cultivator’s display, Zhao Hai’s gaze brightened. “Fascinating. Not bad at all to wield a sword so proficiently. Regrettably, death awaits you still.” Finishing his words, Zhao Hai flicked his hand. Chang Jun and the rest soared upward, lunging at the cultivators.

Though these few cultivators carried themselves with great arrogance, their power levels weren’t impressive. Apart from the leader, the others merely reached the law essence realm. The leader himself stood at the fourth stage of the dharma cultivation realm. Against foes like Chang Jun and his team, such opponents stood no chance. They couldn’t even mount a defense before Chang Jun and the others struck them down.

Once Chang Jun and his allies dispatched those foes, the large banner on the small boat unfurled, engulfing the bodies and pulling them inside where they vanished. Not a single soul escaped; all transformed into ghost soldiers aboard the vessel. Meanwhile, the flesh and blood of the fallen served as fuel for the boat itself.

For Zhao Hai, slaying those individuals was effortless, like a casual gesture. It didn’t faze him in the least. Instead, he guided the boat to submerge into the blood sea and fade away. Shortly after Zhao Hai’s party vanished, scores of cultivators reached the site of the earlier clash. They scanned the area but found nothing. Perplexed, they promptly relayed the intelligence to their sects. After all, the vanished cultivators had been near the Blood River. If intruders hadn’t slipped into the Blood River Sea to assault their disciples, those attackers meant harm and warranted heightened vigilance.

Zhao Hai paid no heed to such matters. His primary reason for not immediately assaulting the Blood River Sea sects was to gather intel on them first. Facing any adversary, Zhao Hai never dropped his caution. Once he’d assessed his foes, he’d devise the optimal strategy to crush them decisively.

Zhu Yong maintained some spies in the area, but they were lone cultivators who couldn’t glean extensive details on the Blood River Sea sects. The sects there exhibited an odd isolation, shunning all external ties. Their disciple recruitment was rigidly controlled, even more so than in major sects. Anyone probing their inner workings faced swift elimination without mercy.

This very setup prevented Zhu Yong from deploying many agents to probe those sects deeply. Their precise might remained unclear. Yet, based on the sects’ sizes, their power likely wasn’t overwhelming.

Zhao Hai was taken aback that Zhu Yong had so little to offer on the matter. Still, urgency didn’t grip him. If Zhu Yong couldn’t uncover details on those sects, Zhao Hai would handle it personally. He maneuvered the boat to a place known as the sword origin sect. This group controlled over fifty islands, implying at least fifty Island Lord-tier powerhouses. Even conservatively estimating, they boasted more than sixty such experts. A force like that posed no real threat to Zhao Hai and his crew.

Nevertheless, Zhao Hai proceeded with utmost caution. He settled near an unvisited island of the sword origin sect and bided his time. The island’s sword origin sect disciples ventured out on tasks. During these outings, Zhao Hai affixed spell bugs to them. Upon their return, the bugs detached and explored the full island.

Observing the island’s layout through this method, Zhao Hai couldn’t hide his shock. The sword origin sect’s island structures diverged sharply from blood sea realm norms. Described as ornate with carved beams and vivid colors, the buildings evoked standard sects—vastly superior to blood sea realm standards.

Next, Zhao Hai gathered dialogues among the island’s cultivators. Though he avoided the island master, he could still capture talks from regular disciples. These snippets revealed why the cultivators behaved as they did.

For several days, Zhao Hai amassed these conversations on the island. Reviewing them afterward, he was left dumbfounded. From the cultivators’ words, a startling secret emerged: the sword origin sect wasn’t a devil path group but a righteous path one. The disciples spoke disdainfully of devil path sects, harboring deep animosity toward blood sea realm factions. This revelation truly stunned Zhao Hai.

Yet, Zhao Hai’s eyes gleamed with interest. He sensed this presented a divine chance. Regardless of their origins, their contempt for demonic sects was clear. Their seclusion from the world stemmed from fear of discovery; exposure would bring instant annihilation from other sects. With such hostility toward demonic groups, they’d be wiped out on sight, explaining their avoidance of contact.

Thus, attacking them wouldn’t prompt pleas to outside sects. At most, they’d seek aid only from fellow Blood River Sea groups, sparing outsiders. For Zhao Hai, this was undoubtedly favorable.

With this realization, Zhao Hai summoned Chang Jun and the others to his study. Upon arrival, he regarded them and stated, “I’ve recently obtained intel on the sword origin sect. Review it, then share your views.” He handed over the jade slips to Chang Jun and his team.

After perusing the jade slip, Chang Jun and the others reacted with alarm. Chang Jun turned to Zhao Hai and remarked, “Sect master, should this intel hold true, the Blood Sea region’s inhabitants could be survivors from orthodox sects stranded here after the last millennium war. None but they would found such a group and embed these beliefs. Leaving them be would see them align with orthodox forces in the next war, posing a threat to us blood sea realm cultivators.”

Xu Gang and Wen Yuming nodded in agreement, yet Zhu Yong interjected gravely, “But this benefits us greatly. If they’re indeed orthodox remnants, they’ll hide their nature. Even in conflict here, they won’t call on external sects. It’s an ideal moment for us, allowing action without restraint.”

At Zhu Yong’s words, Chang Jun and the other two paused, then their expressions brightened. These four now served as Zhao Hai’s key aides. Chang Jun led the bloodsucker team, Xu Gang commanded the ghost wind team, Wen Yuming oversaw the divine Arms Battalion, and Zhu Yong handled intelligence. Alongside Gou ‘Zi at Zhao Hai’s side, they formed the bloody massacre sect’s top echelon.