Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8350: Fang clan (1)

Zhao Hai was still investigating the art of engineering, but his available data was too sparse. Consequently, he couldn't provide a full explanation to Yan Bei. He could only remark, "My knowledge regarding the art of engineering is limited, but I am certain the Shenji Sect incorporates it into their puppets. Currently, I am attempting to reverse engineer the craft from those puppets to see if I can reconstruct some of its principles."

Yan Bei nodded, though a frown touched his face as he replied, "The secret realm is situated in the West Sea, positioned behind the Western Defense line. Should the enemy actually breach that line, they might stumble upon the secret realm, making them even harder to dislodge. Once they realize a secret realm exists there, they will undoubtedly assault it with everything they have. We must be exceptionally cautious in this upcoming conflict."

Zhao Hai chuckled and said, "That doesn't worry me. To explore the West Ocean or the Northwest Ocean, they must first subjugate the entire Western Defense line. Unless they secure the whole line, they would be vulnerable to our counterattacks. I doubt they can withstand that."

Yan Bei nodded in agreement. As they spoke, Zhao Hai’s expression suddenly turned grave. He raised his gaze toward the horizon beyond the island and whispered, "Interesting. They have arrived. I didn't anticipate them reaching us so quickly!" Zhao Hai stood up and directed his attention to Zhu Yong and the young paparazzo, "You two remain on the island and oversee the axe production line. Disregard everything else. If any issues arise, consult with the undead."

"Big brother Yan, let us go out and observe," Zhao Hai said to Yan Bei. He then flew out of the room, with Yan Bei following closely behind. Yan Bei understood from Zhao Hai’s tone that the foe had arrived, and he was startled by their rapid approach.

Once they were clear of the building, Zhao Hai gestured, and a massive sword manifested beneath his feet. The weapon was colossal, measuring a staggering thousand meters in length, a hundred meters in width, and fifty meters in thickness. It was the first time Yan Bei had witnessed a sword of such immense proportions.

Zhao Hai stood upon the blade with Yan Bei at his side. With another wave of his hand, eleven black-robed figures appeared behind him. These figures were saturated with death Qi. The leader felt strangely familiar to Yan Bei, but their faces were obscured by dark hoods. He was certain, however, that they were ghosts.

Behind the black-robed figures, twelve men in heavy armor appeared. Each stood at least two meters tall, encased in tight-fitting plate and masks. Curiously, they emitted no energy fluctuations—no Qi, no death Qi, nothing. They stood as silent as statues, a very bizarre sight.

Zhao Hai paid this no mind, focusing ahead as the sword surged forward. Within moments, the blade had cleared Blood Gale Island, coming to a halt about two miles out. Zhao Hai stared into the blood sea and announced loudly, "Since you have already arrived, come out and show yourselves. Lingering in the blood sea for too long will bring you no benefit."

Zhao Hai stood at the sword's tip, facing the crimson waters with Yan Bei beside him. Having faced death alongside Zhao Hai, Yan Bei trusted his instincts implicitly. If Zhao Hai claimed someone was there, it was true. He remained on high alert.

Yet, despite the churning of the blood sea, no one appeared. This left Yan Bei confused. At that moment, Zhao Hai snorted. He formed the Fudo seal with his hands and bellowed, "Lin!" As the word left his lips, a gigantic palm materialized in the sky and slammed down toward the sea.

BOOM! The impact against the blood sea triggered a massive explosion. Immediately following, a resentful voice rang out, "Impressive, the Blood Spirit Ghost Hand is indeed formidable; your power is quite decent!" Following the voice, several large spiritual artifacts rose from the depths.

These large celestial devices were peculiar, resembling carpets carrying numerous cultivators. These men wore various styles of clothing, all of which were remarkably opulent. Among them, the eldest appeared to be only in his forties.

"Freedom Carpets? You belong to the Fang clan of the Thirteen Clan Alliance?" Yan Bei’s face darkened as he recognized the magical equipment. He spoke up immediately, having identified the group. It wasn't surprising; these carpet-shaped artifacts were unique to the Blood Sea Realm. Known as Freedom Carpets, they were the hallmark of the Fang clan.

The most influential families in the Alliance were the Wang, Qi, Mao, Yu, Mi, Fang, Guan, Lu, Mo, Shangguan, Gongsun, Baili, and Nanmen clans. Each possessed great power and distinct traits. The Fang clan’s Freedom Carpet was their unmistakable signature.

The cultivator in his forties smiled at Yan Bei’s recognition. "You have sharp eyes to recognize my Fang family. I am Fang Chengyu, and I greet the two from the Blood Slaughter Sect. This must be the Blood Spirit Ghost Hand, Zhao Hai? The Island Master with the lowest Cultivation in history, hahahaha! With such a title, your name will surely be remembered forever!"

Though Fang Chengyu’s words seemed civil, his tone was dripping with arrogance. He clearly looked down upon Zhao Hai, Yan Bei, and the Blood Slaughter Sect itself. Zhao Hai studied him for a moment.

After a pause, Zhao Hai replied, "The Fang clan... how interesting. I didn't expect the Fang clan to produce someone like you. Or is the entire clan composed of such people? Just because you act like a king in your own small territory, you believe you rule the heavens? To come to the Blood Slaughter Sect’s domain to stir up trouble—you truly don't know your own limits!" Zhao Hai did not hold back, retorting sharply.

Fang Chengyu’s expression soured at the insult. He snorted coldly, "Zhao Hai, do not try to intimidate us with the Blood Slaughter Sect. Everyone knows your Sect’s power has been crippled since the internal conflict. Do you think you are still what you once were? If I were in your shoes, I would surrender this island and vanish. Otherwise, do not blame us for being merciless."

Zhao Hai watched Fang Chengyu and smiled. "Fascinating, truly fascinating. I'm genuinely curious how someone like you has managed to survive this long. But it matters not. You have lived until today, but you shouldn't have come here. Arriving here means your life ends here. What a pity."

Fang Chengyu’s face turned icy. He sneered at Zhao Hai, his voice dropping in temperature. "You really don't know what's good for you. You are both merely in the Profound Qi realm, yet you think you can halt our advance? Look at our strength compared to yours. I am giving you one final warning: leave now, or suffer the consequences."

Zhao Hai smiled back. "I must say, you are quite the fool. If we intended to flee, would we have come out to meet you? We would have fled long ago. The fact that we are here means we have no intention of leaving. Disciples of the Blood Slaughter Sect never retreat without a fight. Besides, I honestly can't leave. If I did, wouldn't all these resources go to waste? Don't you agree?"

Fang Chengyu glanced at Zhao Hai and sneered, "Zhao Hai, if you refuse to leave, then stay forever. Do you think we are ignorant of the situation on Blood Gale Island? When the Blood Slaughter Sect handed you this place, they gave you no followers. You haven't recruited anyone either. If I'm correct, there is nobody else on this island besides you two, right? Oh, and those figures behind you—but do you truly believe that handful can stop us? Today, I will make you pay for your insolence!" With that, Fang Chengyu moved, flying upward. He waved his hand, bringing out a magic item the size of a small blanket.

Upon seeing the artifact, Zhao Hai was intrigued. He hadn't expected anyone to use such a device. Driven by curiosity, he wanted to see how Fang Chengyu would utilize it. Thus, he held his position, watching with an interested expression.

Yan Bei whispered, "Little Hai, stay alert. The Fang family’s Freedom Carpets are renowned. They come in two varieties: large-scale versions like those transport vessels, and smaller ones for individual combat. These artifacts are highly versatile and contain various restrictions. they can trigger these restrictions to assault enemies with great force. I’ve heard their ancestor was an outer disciple of the Spirit Array Sect. When that Sect was destroyed, their patriarch happened to be away on a task."

"He managed to survive, but his Sect was gone. That patriarch was a genius; he blended the Spirit Array Sect’s Cultivation techniques with his experiences as a rogue cultivator to create a unique style. Through the Freedom Carpet, the Fang clan grew in power. After generations of refinement, their magic weapons have become incredibly potent."

Zhao Hai’s curiosity deepened at these words. He fixed his gaze on Fang Chengyu and said solemnly, "Interesting. Very interesting. A branch of the Spirit Array Sect’s techniques. I would like to see just how much of those arts they have actually mastered." Having spoken, he formed a hand seal and shouted, "Lin!"