Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8525: Bone_1

Capítulo 8525: Bone_1

Zhao Hai summoned Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang to his study. Upon their arrival, the trio noticed Zhu Yong was already present in the room. They quickly offered salutes to Zhao Hai. He nodded in response and stated, “You’re welcome, sit down.” Then he gestured toward the chairs positioned before him. The three acknowledged his words and settled into their seats.

Gazing at the group, Zhao Hai spoke gravely, “While resting earlier today, I sensed someone spying on me. It seems the foes might have employed a hidden method to locate our position. Lately, during our assaults on the sects within the Blood River Sea, word reached us that local sects have united to confront us. I believe this spying is their doing. What are your thoughts on this situation?”

Zhao Hai’s revelation caught the three off guard. Chang Jun’s face shifted, and he replied solemnly, “Sect Master, we’ve seized plenty of goods in the Blood River Sea. Perhaps it’s time to depart and target other areas for more gains. With our loyal slaves and ample resources, we could even focus on cultivation without concerns for a period.”

Zhao Hai remained silent, merely nodding before shifting his attention to Wen Yuming. After pondering, Wen Yuming voiced deeply, “In my view, retreating now isn’t wise. The Blood River Sea inhabitants are remnants of the righteous path—that much is certain. Handling them here ensures they won’t seek aid from external sects. Even if other sects learn of events, they’ll likely ignore it. This presents a prime chance to establish our reputation. Yet, our strength falls short against theirs currently, demanding caution. I propose we conceal ourselves temporarily and avoid direct clashes. They won’t sustain full force against us indefinitely. Once exhaustion sets in, that’s our moment to strike.”

Still quiet, Zhao Hai turned toward Xu Gang. Noticing the gaze, Xu Gang felt a surge of tension but pressed on, “Sect Master, I suggest we pause for recovery and then strike fiercely. Continuous battles these days have fatigued the troops somewhat, though our spirits soar high. A short rest would help. Given our vessel’s swift pace, catching up won’t be simple for them. Refreshed, we can engage them. We’re no pushovers—with aliens and ghost soldiers at our command—even in open confrontation, fear holds no place. We’ll thrash them into terror, paving the way to conquer the Blood River Sea decisively.”

Each of the three displayed distinct approaches, mirroring their individual traits. Chang Jun favored caution above all; spotting danger, he’d pull back without hesitation, prioritizing safety over potential rewards. Wen Yuming, sly by nature, preferred wearing down opponents gradually before delivering the final blow.

Xu Gang embodied boldness, craving direct confrontations to shatter enemies outright. All strategies held merit, yet Chang Jun’s leaned overly safe. Fleeing now meant targeting fresh foes elsewhere. But realms like the isolated Blood River Sea were rare finds. Abandoning it prematurely wasted opportunity. Here, they could tackle local sects freely; beyond, threats from the nine great sects loomed, especially after their severe clash with the Dark Ghost Sect.

Wen Yuming’s strategy, though solid, risked dampening long-term morale—not just the immediate kind, but enduring resolve. The prior downfall of the Bloody Massacre Sect had crushed spirits deeply. Surface recovery masked lingering dread, as Zhao Hai well knew. Confidence wavered; a shadow of fear persisted, born from worry over exposure to the other nine sects. Revelation promised calamity. Thus, despite triumphs in plundering and victories, unease lingered. Without conquering this dread, smooth campaigns might succeed, but true trials would overwhelm them.

To rebuild assurance and vigor, nothing beat a grand clash—a stunning upset where underdogs triumphed. Such a win would affirm their might, restoring self-belief. Achieving that would banish future fears.

Considering this, Xu Gang’s approach fit best. A single, resounding victory to reignite confidence and pride. It would instill unwavering faith in their supremacy, upholding the Blood Slaughter Sect’s honor. Recall how they once faced upper-realm powerhouses unflinchingly, standing firm unto death. That unbreakable spirit defined the Blood Slaughter Sect. Now fractured, Zhao Hai resolved to mend it.

Chang Jun and his companions watched Zhao Hai in silence. After hearing their views, he shut his eyes, offering no comment. Unease stirred among them, uncertain of his mind. Moments later, Zhao Hai’s eyes snapped open, gleaming as he addressed them. “Do you all recall your true selves?”

His question left Chang Jun and the rest bewildered, unclear on its intent. Zhao Hai fixed them with a stern gaze, declaring deeply, “Have you forgotten your roots?” The tone cut sharp. Instantly, Chang Jun and others rose, proclaiming to Zhao Hai, “We are disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect!”

With a nod, Zhao Hai regarded them intently, his voice firm, “Exactly. Remember, you’re Blood Slaughter Sect disciples—not mere thugs. We claim what we desire through force, yet we’ve never cowered before adversaries. How could the likes of the Blood River Sea stand against us? True, our numbers dwindle and experts are fewer, but does that matter? As Blood Slaughter Sect members, our battle prowess reigns supreme worldwide. Even a higher-realm titan who razed the Blood Slaughter Sect paid dearly—losing a finger, sustaining wounds. That’s why our sect fears nothing. Though we hide our banner now, it’s for preserving power and securing growth space—not from dread of major sects. We’re mending past errors, biding time to crush and eradicate them. Thus, in this fight, we’ll smash them outright and reveal our dominance!”

As his words concluded, Zhao Hai rose to his feet. Chang Jun and companions stared, eyes alight, as if he radiated brilliance. A fierce killing intent surged from them too. Recollection dawned—they were Blood Slaughter Sect disciples. Once, venturing forth, none dared provoke them save rival giants. Their arrogance and fervor... At last, the final shreds of fear vanished from their hearts.

Addressing Chang Jun and the rest, Zhao Hai commanded, “Relay my orders: three days of full rest for everyone. On the fourth day, we’ll clash directly with the Blood River Sea forces. Let’s see what boldness lets them defy the Blood Slaughter Sect!”

They chorused agreement. Zhao Hai dismissed them with a wave, and the three departed. Once gone, he faced Zhu Yong. “Zhu Yong, any progress on the task I assigned?” Zhao Hai had tasked Zhu Yong with offloading unneeded supplies in trade for essentials.

This ruse masked the origins of space-derived materials. Soon, their realm could yield low-tier items, rendering seized stocks redundant. Swapping them proved useful.

Zhu Yong controlled an info network ideal for discreet disposal and exchange, ensuring no doubts arose. Batches would complicate the process.

Zhu Yong responded promptly, “Young Master, preparations are complete. I’ll pull agents from the network to establish outlets across markets, offloading all supplies. This secures sales without drawing eyes. Using our own ensures reliability and safeguards the goods.”

Zhao Hai approved with a nod, “Excellent. Handle it discreetly to avoid notice. Erase any sect-specific markings on those items. Ensure smooth execution. These shops will not only clear inventory but also forge our trade lines and info web. Maintain constant contact; resolve any harassments swiftly. We can’t afford to erode the network handlers’ trust.”

“Yes,” Zhu Yong affirmed. Zhao Hai gestured dismissal, and Zhu Yong exited the study.