Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8523: Discussion (1)

Capítulo 8523: Discussion (1)

Within the grand hall of Righteousness Island, dozens of cultivators gathered in their seats. None of them were feeble; the least powerful reached the prowess of an Island Lord, and the mightiest surpassed that rank. Though they couldn't rival the six elders from the Bloody Massacre Sect, a handful among them possessed considerable strength.

All of them wore grave faces as they sat. A closer inspection revealed the fury burning in their gazes. Their rage was genuine. Over a dozen sects in the Blood River Sea had been wiped out so far, yet the culprits behind these destructions remained elusive. How could they not seethe with anger?

At the forefront sat a scholarly man in his forties, exuding an air of integrity. Clad in a simple navy-blue scholar's robe, his eyes gleamed sharply when he opened them. No one would underestimate him. He was the Sect Master of the Righteousness Sect, the Iron Guts Scholar, Wen Butong.

The Righteousness Sect thrived only in isolated spots like the Blood Sea. In other parts of the Blood Sea Realm, it would face endless peril. What sort of domain was this? The Blood Sea Realm belonged to demonic sects' domain. Declaring oneself the Righteousness Sect here was tantamount to shouting one's allegiance to the righteous path. If that didn't invite doom, what did?

Yet, in the Blood River Sea region, a title like Righteousness Sect raised no eyebrows. Bizarre names abounded here, including even Demon-Subduing Sect. After all, with vast skies and distant emperors, nobody paid them heed. They operated freely without drawing the gaze of the Blood Sea Realm's major sects.

The Morality Sect stood as the dominant force in the Blood River Sea area, controlling nearly two hundred islands and reigning as the region's top power. Wen Butong, a Technique Realm level five powerhouse, had long been hailed as the Blood River Sea's supreme expert.

Wen Butong scanned the assembly and spoke in a hushed tone, “Since you've all arrived, I'll dispense with formalities. Let's delve into this. What do you make of this sudden mysterious foe?” He fell silent afterward, settling back with half-lidded eyes.

The others exchanged glances upon seeing this. Then, one voiced, “Alliance Master, this affair strikes me as odd. Why would anyone abruptly invade our Blood River Sea to strike at us? Isn't that peculiar? Might the Blood Sea Realm's sects be gearing up to assault us with the Millennium War approaching?”

His words sparked immediate chaos in the hall. Even Wen Butong's eyes snapped open, his brow furrowing. Truth be told, this scenario haunted their deepest fears. The Millennium War loomed near. Should the great sects target them now, the fallout would prove disastrous.

But upon reflection, Wen Butong shook his head and murmured lowly, “Impossible. If a major Blood Sea Realm sect intended to crush us, they wouldn't slink about like this. Their might allows them to obliterate us outright. This covert assault doesn't fit their approach.”

At those words, the group nodded and exhaled in relief. Another Sect Master then added, “I agree it's not those colossal sects targeting us. Their power renders such tactics unnecessary. The attackers' caution signals their relative weakness. They conceal their identities to evade detection and pursuit.”

All present agreed with nods. The Sect Master pressed on, “These foes strike mercilessly, without restraint. Crucially, they navigate the Blood Sea undetected, immune to its poisons. These traits evoke one band: the Ghostwind Bandits who stirred turmoil in the Dark Ghost Sect. Those Ghostwind Bandits have vanished from sight for ages. Could they have fled the Dark Ghost Sect's clutches, seeking refuge in our Blood River Sea?”

Wen Butong paused briefly, then his gaze brightened as he nodded. “That rings true. Though our knowledge of the Ghostwind Bandits is scant, we know their Sinister Wind Ghost Flags let them traverse the Blood Sea fearlessly against its toxins. If it's indeed them, it explains much. The Ghostwind Bandits' brutality is renowned. Even in the Dark Ghost Sect, they spared no one. Two of that sect's islands fell to them, with only the Island Masters surviving.”

“Yet two leaders escaped the Dark Ghost Sect unscathed. None of ours have. A powerhouse like the Sword Essence Sect, spanning dozens of islands, vanished in mere days without a whisper. That's utterly irregular. Do the Ghostwind Bandits truly wield such might?” one Sect Master intoned gravely.

His remark plunged the room into silence once more. Words failed them. As he pointed out, could the Ghostwind Bandits possess this level of power? It felt outrageously implausible. Back when they clashed with the Sinister Wind Sect, they'd targeted islands singly, and those islands' masters fled intact. But now? The Sword Origin Sect's dozens of islands eradicated soundlessly. This prowess seemed worlds apart from the famed Ghostwind Bandits.

“Perhaps their power surged? Word has it their leader, Zou Xiao, teetered at Dharma Refinement Realm's peak. They might've seized treasures from the Dark Ghost Sect, propelling their leader to Island Lord rank. I've heard the Dark Wind Ghost Flags unleash vastly different might in Island Lord hands compared to mere Dharma Refinement cultivators.” another Sect Master suggested.

Wen Butong declared solemnly, “Regardless of whether it's the Ghostwind Bandits, we must eradicate them swiftly. Delay means heavier tolls. Worse, excessive uproar here could draw the Nine Great Sects' scrutiny. Should those titans take notice, our fate darkens. All, ready yourselves.” Wen Butong had resolved: whatever the truth, resolving this threat posthaste was paramount.

The assembly nodded assent. Then, footsteps echoed from the entrance. A cultivator hurried inside, bowed promptly to Wen Butong, and reported, “Sect Master, fresh intelligence: two more sects struck, over a dozen islands now silent.”

Wen Butong's visage darkened instantly, mirrored by all. A voice then boomed, “Alliance Master, we must strike now. Debates yield nothing. Locate and annihilate them, or unrest persists. I'll aid the hunt, but all must join. Crush them utterly.”

Wen Butong traced the voice to a silent monk in kasaya robes, lean and unassuming, yet seated with unshakeable poise that commanded respect. He'd restrained his presence, drawing little notice until now.

Wen Butong recognized him: the Abbot of Kurong Temple, a premier Dhyana cultivation sect in the Blood River Sea. Known as Master Ku Ye, his strength was immense, honed through early Silent Dhyana practice and mastery of mind-reading arts, making him adept at tracking.

Wen Butong held deep esteem for Master Ku Ye, a paragon of monastic virtue with profound doctrines. Seeing him speak, he replied at once, “Master's aid gladdens us. Very well, everyone. With Master Ku Ye joining the search, we commit fully. This threatens us all. Return forthwith and muster your forces. In three days, assemble. Then, under Master Ku Ye's guidance, we'll hunt and obliterate them!”

The group affirmed eagerly. They trusted Master Ku Ye implicitly for his formidable prowess. His tracking acumen was matchless, ensuring success in locating the foes. Annihilating them took precedence; their identities mattered little now.

“Very well,” Master Ku Ye intoned, “we move in three days. I depart.” He rose, saluted the gathering, and exited. The other Sect Masters followed suit, haste essential to rally within the timeframe. Farewells exchanged, they departed via the teleportation array, Wen Butong escorting them personally.

Once alone, Wen Butong retreated to his study. Several attendants awaited, saluting as he entered: “Sect Master!” He nodded, took his seat, and instructed, “You know today's discussions. We act in three days. Prepare accordingly; we depart then. Exterminate these interlopers. But brace for aftermath. Such audacity humiliating our Blood River Sea—if the Nine Great Sects' doing, we're doomed. We've been arrogant in our assumptions!”