Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8519: Set a plan (1)

Though Zhu Yong's power hadn't climbed to Island Lord heights or even the refinement realm, nobody dared underestimate him simply because he served as Zhao Hai's attendant. The remaining Island Lord powerhouses knew full well that the bloody massacre sect possessed only a limited number of members. It was clearly impractical for each to oversee just a small group on their own. As such, they functioned mainly as team leaders or similar roles. Their standing couldn't possibly rival that of Chang Jun and his companions.

Under Zhao Hai's leadership, the group maintained remarkable stability. Even the Island Lords behaved impeccably these days. Their daily focus remained solely on advancing their cultivation. In truth, their elevation to Island Lord status stemmed directly from Zhao Hai's influence. Not one among them would dare turn against him.

Zhu Yong and his fellow servants showcased exceptional talents, with Zhu Yong standing out particularly. His handling of intelligence operations proved highly effective, positioning him as one of their prime information assets. This role held immense value for the group, earning him utmost respect. Even Chang Jun and the rest refrained from any discourtesy toward him.

Zhao Hai gazed at the assembled group and spoke gravely, “I think so too. We came here to Rob and destroy all the sects here. We can give up the territory here, but we must take the resources and people here. However, there is one thing I can’t make up my mind about. Should we recruit some people here to join our sea exploration sect? what do you think?”

Upon hearing Zhao Hai's words, the group paused in surprise. They pondered the idea briefly before shaking their heads. Wen Yuming responded solemnly, “Sect master, I believe it's wiser to avoid recruiting locals. Every disciple here hails from their native sects, indoctrinated from childhood. They harbor deep animosity toward devil sects, especially outsiders like us. They won't readily join our ranks. Bringing them in would introduce far too many uncertainties.”

Xu Gang agreed with a nod and added, “Sect leader, I concur—it's not feasible. Neither the sect disciples nor the rogue cultivators represent ideal recruits at this juncture. To be frank, the bloody massacre sect has just faced severe setbacks, drawing the ire of all major powers who now seek its destruction. Be they independents or sect members, they lack trust in us. They might calculate greater rewards from selling us out to those dominant forces. In this precarious situation… absorbing such individuals would bring us no advantages.”

Chang Jun nodded as well and chimed in, “Exactly, sect leader. I see no merit in it currently. Yet, we could first build our reputation. Not under the bloody massacre sect banner, but as the Ghostwind bandits. We'll spread our fame and demonstrate our might. Later, we might even found a new sect in the Ghostwind bandits' name. Once we've grown sufficiently powerful, we can reveal our true bloody massacre sect identity. This approach avoids making us prime targets for the great sects, allowing peaceful expansion.”

Zhao Hai grasped their concerns clearly. All feared the unreliability of fresh recruits' loyalty. At present, the blood slaughter sect stood destitute, possessing little beyond its core members. Gaining devoted followers under these conditions seemed nearly unattainable.

Still, forging a reputation remained viable. The essence of such fame lay in bold actions. If they acted decisively and capably, recognition would follow. They could instill terror in the hearts of smaller and mid-tier sects across the blood sea realm at the mere mention of their name. Even the mighty sects would view them as a persistent nuisance, hesitant to confront them outright. In that scenario, establishing their own faction became feasible.

Zhao Hai nodded thoughtfully and exhaled deeply. He declared firmly, “It seems I rushed into this decision. Very well, we'll prioritize building our name. Under the Ghostwind bandits moniker, we'll make our presence echo throughout the blood sea realm. Then, we'll formally create our sect. We'll proceed steadily, one step at a time. For now, target the Blood River Sea area. We'll dominate the Blood River Sea region. Chang Jun, rally everyone and ready the assault on the sword essence sect.”

Chang Jun acknowledged with a nod and set off to organize. Zhao Hai then addressed Zhu Yong, “Zhu Yong, direct your spies to withdraw immediately from the Blood River Sea area. Go.” Zhu Yong assented promptly and departed to arrange it. Lastly, Zhao Hai faced Wen Yuming and Xu Gang, instructing, “Wen Yuming, assemble the divine Arms Battalion. Your sole duty: once we seize and raze an island, collect every valuable item there and dispatch it via this teleportation array to the ship's storage hold. Xu Gang, you lot prepare too. Fail to match the assault's pace, and you'll answer to me.”

The pair nodded and exited. Zhao Hai rose and strode outside, his killing intent slowly manifesting. Gou ‘Zi trailed closely behind Zhao Hai. The entire vessel buzzed with activity. By the time Zhao Hai reached the outer plaza, the bloodsucker team and ghost wind team had nearly fully assembled. The divine Arms Battalion continued final preparations. As battlefield cleaners, they required extra time—at minimum, to stock additional spatial gear.

Shortly after Zhao Hai's arrival in the plaza, the rest completed their muster. They stood rigidly, eyes fixed on Zhao Hai. Admiration gleamed in many gazes. They remembered vividly: when the bloody massacre sect faced annihilation, Zhao Hai had located them, rescued them, and kindled their hopes. How could they not revere him?

Zhao Hai surveyed them and proclaimed deeply, “Today marks the dawn of our fresh path. We stand with nothing. We hesitate even to claim an island for an Island Lord powerhouse. This stems from divine retribution against us. Yet fear holds no sway over us. With our own hands, we'll seize all necessities. Through relentless effort, we'll amass every desire. By our determination, we'll elevate the bloody massacre sect back to the blood sea realm's top ten ranks—perhaps even to supremacy. This odyssey commences now. Arm yourselves and follow me. We'll claim all that we crave!”

The crowd erupted in cheers, their eyes sparkling toward Zhao Hai. He regarded them briefly before turning to Wen Yuming, commanding gravely, “Wen Yuming, your task bears the greatest weight. The array I provided earlier falls short. Take this—inside are beast cards. The cloud beasts within differ from Xenomorphs; they're adept at burrowing and will aid in unearthing treasures from our captured islands. Ensure every prize reaches the ship's cabin. Likewise, locate believer settlements and transport all inhabitants to the faithful slaves' space aboard our vessel. Excel in these duties, and you'll stand as our foremost hero!” As he spoke, Zhao Hai tossed an interspatial bag to Wen Yuming.

Wen Yuming comprehended Zhao Hai's intent instantly. The directive was straightforward: transfer all island treasures to the space via the transmission array. Yet the faithful slaves mattered most. Those believers would supply power of faith to Island Lord experts, boosting their strength and devotion. This formed their paramount priority.

Thus, upon catching the interspatial bag, Wen Yuming saluted loudly and rejoined the divine Arms Battalion. Zhao Hai addressed the remainder sternly, “Very well, unleash the alien cloud beasts. Advance!” The group roared in unison and summoned the Xenomorphs. They mounted the creatures' backs, gripping spears firmly.

At that moment, Zhao Hai too released his Xenomorph. His towered far larger than the others. Seated atop it, a long sword materialized in his grasp—the flexible sword. He forwent the Godkiller blade or blood Killer Blade, opting for the flexible sword to conceal his true identity.

“Alright, let's go!” Zhao Hai bellowed deeply. The assembly thundered agreement. Abruptly, white light enveloped them, and they vanished. Instantly, they reemerged near the vessel, formation intact, with Zhao Hai at the forefront.

Zhao Hai eyed the small boat and commanded, “Transform!” At his order, the craft rippled intensely. Its form seemed fluid, coalescing gradually. In moments, the small boat reshaped entirely—into a form that left all awestruck.

The vessel morphed into an alien Knight astride a massive Xenomorph. Though not as immense as Zhao Hai's, it loomed impressively. The beast gleamed in bronze hues, clearly forged from the boat's construction materials rather than living flesh.

A figure perched upon the Xenomorph's back, clad in enveloping bronze armor that hid all facial features. In one hand, he clutched a towering banner bearing a skeletal emblem of dread. This transformation left the onlookers speechless at first, then roaring in jubilation. None had imagined their modest boat capable of such a feat. The surprise delighted them utterly. A mightier vessel meant a mightier Zhao Hai—and greater security for all. Their vision of resurrecting the bloody massacre sect grew ever more attainable, fueling their elation!