Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8363: Worried _1

Pan Qianlong stood atop a massive scimitar, his gaze fixed on the small island ahead. His brow was furrowed deeply, reflecting his grim mindset. Though he served as the commander for the 13 Family Alliance’s campaign against the Blood Slaughter Sect, his true origins lay elsewhere; he was actually a cultivator from the Corpse Demon Sect.

While the 13 families were the face of the alliance attacking the Blood Slaughter Sect, any perceptive observer understood that several great sects were pulling the strings from the shadows. Numerous small and medium-sized sects had also joined the fray. As an Elder of the Corpse Demon Sect, Pan Qianlong had reached the half-step Island Lord level. Having attained the peak of the Dharma-refining realm, he was prepared to ascend to the status of an Island Lord at any moment.

The Demonic Corpse Old Man had specifically deployed him to lead the allied forces in this offensive. The objective was to seize the Western Defense Line of the Blood Slaughter Sect and tarnish their prestige. Following that, they planned to gradually erode the sect's power until it was completely annihilated.

The Blood Slaughter Sect had previously used Zhao Hai’s schemes to fracture the coalition of sects and force a temporary submission, but the various powers refused to accept such a humiliation. They were now committed to the sect's destruction. Rather than a swift strike, they chose to use a blunt knife to slowly carve away at their enemy. Capturing the Western Defense Line was merely the opening move of this long-term strategy.

Since taking command, Pan Qianlong’s progress had been effortless. A mole within the Blood Slaughter Sect had initially assisted them in seizing two islands. Although that informant was quickly discovered and executed, the alliance had already gained momentum. By exploiting known defensive vulnerabilities, they continued their rapid advance. Within just two months, they captured two more islands, effectively taking half of the Western Defense Line. Pan Qianlong had even earned formal praise from his Sect Leader for these victories.

Pan Qianlong found it slightly suspicious that the Blood Slaughter Sect’s forces retreated with so little resistance, yet he brushed the feeling aside. He believed that as long as the Western Defense Line fell, the details didn't matter. Furthermore, he doubted the Blood Slaughter Sect could withstand the combined might of such a massive alliance on its own.

Reports regarding the Blood Slaughter Sect’s puppets had reached him, and they had even captured a few specimens. However, the combat capabilities of these machines seemed mediocre, reaching only the Dharma-using realm at best. He considered them insignificant. Since no disciples had actually deployed these puppets during the recent skirmishes, he dismissed the matter entirely.

However, their smooth progression hit a sudden wall at this unremarkable island. Despite bringing nearly 100,000 troops and a vast array of large-scale magic tools, they remained unable to conquer it. This unexpected resistance sparked a sense of foreboding within him.

They had bombarded the island for over twenty-four hours, yet the defensive formation remained impenetrable. Pan Qianlong’s unease grew when he realized the intelligence regarding the formation’s loopholes was worthless. It was clear the array had been redesigned. This revelation troubled him deeply; if this island’s defenses had been overhauled, had the others been modified as well? If every island in the Western Defense Line possessed such reinforced arrays, their campaign might stall indefinitely.

His anxiety mounted as he contemplated the situation. Just as he was about to order an intensified assault, a massive rift suddenly tore open in the island’s protective shield. He and the other attackers were momentarily elated. But as they prepared to swarm through the gap, a colossal bronze sword surged out from the opening.

The weapon was staggering in scale, measuring roughly 1,000 meters in length and 100 meters in width. A multitude of warriors stood upon its surface. Following closely behind were numerous large spiritual artifacts—the iconic Blood Sabers of the Blood Slaughter Sect!

In the Blood Sea Realm, the distinction between "large" and "small" celestial devices was often fluid. A sufficiently powerful cultivator could expand a small tool into a large one, while a weak user might only be able to use a large tool at a fraction of its size. The truly prized possessions in this realm were internal space magic tools.

An internal spatial celestial device contained a compressed dimension within itself, making it exceptionally potent. Beyond just increased storage, these tools often possessed unique functional abilities, making them incredibly rare and valuable.

The Blood Saber served as the primary large-scale magic tool for the Blood Slaughter Sect. When expanded through spells, it became a formidable engine of war. Given the sect’s preference for sabers, even their most precious spatial artifacts were usually forged in that shape. This tradition was why their primary heavy armaments were universally known as Blood Sabers.

Other factions possessed their own unique heavy armaments, such as the Fang clan’s Carefree Blanket or the Fierce Sword Sect’s Great Sword. These large-scale Dharma artifacts could technically be shrunk for individual use through secret techniques, but doing so required immense mental fortitude and physical strength from the practitioner.

Pan Qianlong was momentarily stunned to see Zhao Hai and his followers emerging from the island, but his shock quickly turned to joy. He signaled his forces and flew to the front of the line. Upon reaching the vanguard, he immediately recognized Zhao Hai as the commander of the Western Defense Line. Though they had never met, the portraits he had studied made the identification certain.

Zhao Hai’s massive sword and the accompanying Blood Sabers came to a halt. Every cultivator aboard those vessels glared at the 13 Family Alliance with eyes full of murderous intent. The air grew heavy with the palpable hatred that only exists between sworn enemies.

With a composed expression, Zhao Hai surveyed Pan Qianlong. He was well-aware of the commander’s background, having reviewed intelligence and portraits identifying him as an Elder of the Corpse Demon Sect. Zhao Hai was unfazed; the secret plot by the seven great sects against his people was common knowledge now. It was only natural that the Corpse Demon Sect, as the premier power in the Blood Sea Realm, would take the lead.

"Hahaha! So the cowards of the Blood Slaughter Sect finally find the courage to face us? How rare," Pan Qianlong mocked, his laughter echoing. "For days, we've barely seen your faces, only your backs as you fled into the distance. Hahaha!" His subordinates joined in the laughter, relishing the insult. They took pride in the fact that the Blood Slaughter Sect had seemingly been too terrified to stand and fight until now.

Zhao Hai met Pan Qianlong’s gaze and offered a thin smile. "Is that so? I suspect the roles are about to be reversed. In the future, we will likely only see your backs as you run from us. It will be a challenge to catch a glimpse of your faces. If you withdraw from the Western Defense Line and return to the 13 Family Alliance’s lands right now, we will act as though this never happened and refrain from attacking your territory. What do you say?"

The allied cultivators stared at Zhao Hai in stunned silence before reacting as if he were a fool. Pan Qianlong erupted in boisterous laughter. "Zhao Hai, have you lost your mind? We are the ones on the offensive while your sect retreats in disgrace. With the pathetic strength you have left, you dare to threaten us? You think you can attack the 13 Family Alliance? You truly are insane." Pan Qianlong’s face was twisted in a mocking sneer.

Zhao Hai sighed and shook his head slowly. "A man should have some self-awareness," he said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "How can you claim to have defeated the disciples of my Blood Slaughter Sect? If we hadn't been preoccupied with internal matters, you would have been slaughtered long ago. No matter—it isn't too late. Once we have terrified you with enough bloodshed, you will realize you have no choice but to retreat."

Zhao Hai turned to face his fellow sect members, his voice booming with authority. "Brothers of the Blood Slaughter Sect, the hour of vengeance is upon us! We have retreated for days, allowing these clowns to believe we fear them. Today, we show them the true power of the Blood Slaughter Sect. Prepare yourselves! And remember: we would rather see our tools destroyed than allow them to fall into enemy hands. Anyone who lets the enemy capture our secrets will answer to me with their life!"

Pan Qianlong and his allies followed the first half of the speech, but the second half confused them. They didn't understand what Zhao Hai was referring to. The Blood Slaughter Sect disciples, however, knew exactly what he meant—he was talking about the puppets. They understood the order: destroy the puppets before allowing the 13 Family Alliance to seize them. The disciples responded with a thunderous, unified shout of affirmation.

Even though the specific meaning of the warning escaped him, Pan Qianlong understood the intent. Zhao Hai was initiating a battle. Without waiting for a formal command, the warriors of the 13 Family Alliance drew their weapons, their hostility radiating toward Zhao Hai’s forces.